I broke out into a fit of giggles, “The… The sog monster?”
“Yes, it’s quite terrible. He sneaks up on the most unsuspecting little ones and makes their diapers or clothes soggy. It’s quite tragic, really. It’s a good thing I was here to save you, even if the culprit got away.”
Leaning forward, I kissed my amazing Daddy on the cheek. “Fank you for saving me, Dada. You get him next time!”
Daddy stood up, pulled me to my feet, and guided me to the bathroom. “Thank you, sweetie. But he’s a pretty difficult guy to catch, but I’m kinda hoping I never catch him. I’ll always wantto diaper you and take care of you. I didn’t want to rush you since this is our first scene. But I think this is something we both need.”
I looked up at him and cocked my head in confusion. “You need it too?”
“Yes little one. I love diapering my boy and taking care of all his needs. Some Daddies don’t need it as a part of their play, but I get a deep satisfaction and joy from giving my boy everything he needs.”
Daddy guided me to the bathroom and told me to stay. I watched him with admiration as he turned on the tub and grabbed the bubble bath. He went over to the sink, grabbed a bucket of toys, and then made his way back over to me. “Let’s get you out of the icky clothes and into the bath.”
Daddy made quick work of peeling the onesie from my body and placing it in a nearby hamper. “Okay, little one, time to get in.”
I clapped my hands and bounced on the heels of my feet. “Yay, baf time!”
I carefully lowered my body into the tub, loving the way the warm water and bubbles caressed my skin. I was so upset I’d had an accident, but Daddy was quick to help and reassure me that I had done nothing wrong. I didn’t care that this was our first real scene as Daddy and boy or that it might be too soon, but I knew for sure this amazing man was my forever Daddy, and I was falling hard and fast.
13
Daniel
Tristan sighed with relief as he lowered himself into the water. He smacked his palm into the water, making the bubbles jump and the water ripple. His soft giggles filled the room as he played with the bubbles. After a few minutes, he got bored with the bubbles, and I held up the basket of bath toys. “Would you like some toys, little one?”
Tristan smiled and clapped his hands in excitement before diving into the basket and pulling out two different rubberduckies.
“Hey, sweet boy. Daddy needs to go to the living room and clean up the crime scene from the sog monster attack. Will you be okay with your duckies while I’m gone?”
Tristan held out one of his rubber ducks and made it zoom through the water as he made the most adorable quaking sounds. After a few seconds, he looked up at me with determination and spoke, “I fine, Dada. I pway!”
“You’re such a good boy, sweetie. Thank you. Call out for me if you need anything. I’ll only be gone for a few minutes.”
“Otay,” Tristan called out as he made his ducks chase each other while quaking. I tore my eyes from him and reluctantly headed to the living room. He was so precious I could barely stand it.
I grabbed the laundry hamper with Tristan’s soiled onesie and headed to clean up from his accident. Thankfully, I had kept the chicken nuggets in the oven after turning it off so they would still be warm when we got done. I picked up the picture he was coloring and stared at it with pride. This was the first page my boy colored during our time together, and I couldn’t wait until he finished it so we could hang it on the fridge.
Thankfully, none of the color supplies or Ember had gotten wet, so I gathered everything and placed it on the counter. Usually, I’d put everything away, but I didn’t want to leave Tristan alone any longer than I had to. I gathered the blanket off the floor and placed it in the basket.
As I went through the motions of starting the laundry, my thoughts drifted to my sweet boy. I couldn’t wait to diaper him. For me, diapering my boy was as intimate, if not more so, thansex. It took a lot of vulnerability and trust, and it was a heady feeling.
As I suspected, Tristan regressed way younger than he thought. I was more than okay with that. I loved taking care of my boy, and the younger he regressed, the more care he needed, and I was more than willing to provide it. The thought sent excitement coursing through me. I couldn’t wait to see what else my boy needed. I couldn’t wait to give him a bottle before bed. I could see that becoming one of Tristan’s favorite things. Other than dragons, of course.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and quickly made my way back to the bathroom. I slowed down as I got closer and watched my boy with wonder. He was so free and beautiful when he played, his soft curls framing his adorable, rosy cheeks, his tongue poking out in concentration.
As if he sensed my presence, Tristan’s eyes met mine, his face lit up with a blinding smile.
“Yay, Dada’s back!”
“I am, it’s time to get my boy all cleaned up.”
Tristan let out a whine and pouted, “But Dada, I pwayin.”
“I know, sweet boy, but the waters are going to get cold soon, and we still need to get you all clean.”
I grabbed a washcloth and soap and got to work on washing his cute, sexy body. Tristan nearly melted as I ran the soapy cloth over his torso and arms, massaging soft, soothing circles into hisskin. Once I was satisfied, I moved to his lower body. I started with his feet and methodically worked my way up his legs.
Tristan’s breath hitched when I ran the cloth on the insides of his thighs. My touch was meant to be relaxing, but my sweet boy’s cock was twitching in the water, responding to my touch. Ignoring his cute little cock I scrubbed his hips and instructed him to lift so I could run the rag over his cute bubble butt.
