Plus, I needed to talk to Daddy about my parents, too. They’d be here in a few days, and he didn’t know.
My chest felt heavy and I struggled to draw a breath. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was lying to him. I’d sworn I would never do that again.
“Hey, come sit with me.” His voice was soft and kind. He guided me into the living room and pulled me onto his lap. He had to stretch to reach my sippy cup, but he managed to grab it before it fell off the end table. “You’re a big ball of stress. I don’t like seeing you upset.”
“I’m not upset,” I assured him. “Not really. I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Do you want to get changed before we talk?”
Yes.
I hadn’t realized until he said it, but I needed him to take over for me. I didn’t want to have to think about big people stuff tonight. I wanted to unload my worries and let him tell me how we were going to take care of everything. That way, I didn’t have to think about whether or not I was going to mess up.
“Stay right here. Daddy’s going to get what we need.” He deposited me onto the other end of the couch and handed me my sippy. I tipped it back, wishing I hadn’t been a good boy when I got home from school. I wanted juice, but I was stuck with stupid water. “I’ll only be upstairs for a minute. If you need me, just yell.”
We both knew I wouldn’t. I didn’t like it when people were loud at home. It reminded me too much of my apartment. Daddy’s house was quiet and tranquil. I wasn’t going to ruin that.
I focused on the soft squeak of the valve in my cup as I drank my water, and I was almost asleep by the time Daddy came back down the stairs. He spread my blankie on the floor, dropping everything he needed to change me. “Come down here, baby boy. It’s time to get comfy for the night.”
“But I thought your friend was coming over with his boyfriend,” I protested. Even if I had to change again before they arrived, it would be worth it. I needed little time like I needed oxygen.
“If we have to reschedule, they’ll understand,” he promised me. I almost told him they could still come over, but I wanted to be selfish. Another night would be better. I wasn’t in a good headspace for playing host and being big. I slid off the couch and shuffled over to Daddy on my knees. “You know, it might be easier if you crawled.”
I tucked my head against my shoulder and looked away from Daddy. I’d wanted to, but I kept thinking there’d come a time when Daddy thought I wastoolittle. He already had to deal with changing my wet diapers in the mornings. Crawling was… It was what I wanted more than anything. And Daddy had just given me permission to be as little as I needed when I regressed.
He really was the best.
“Yeah, I think my baby likes that, don’t you?” he teased as I rolled onto my back. “Once we’re both done with school for the summer, I think you need to ask for some time off from work. I have big plans, and I could set up a play area for you so you could watch me while I work. I wouldn’t let you do anything for yourself because you’ve earned some baby time. I’d feed you, change you, rock you to sleep at nap time…”
Yes, please! Before meeting my Daddy, I’d spent a lot of time looking at things, and I’d stumbled across one little boy online who shared stories about how his Daddy dideverythingfor him. I wasn’t sure about parts of it, like being forced to regress to the point I was incapable of controlling my bladder or bowels, but the rest of it sounded nice.
Daddy ran his hand over the front of my pants. I scrunched up my nose because it felt like he was super far away. I knew Ihadto wear big boy clothes when I went to school and work, but I could barely feel the weight of his palm on my junk. I lifted my hips as Daddy flicked open the button on my jeans and lowered the zipper. He slid his hand inside my undies, pressing his palm against my dick. I lifted my hips higher, needing the friction. “Oh, someone’s trying to be naughty now. Do little boys who try to get themselves off get to feel Daddy’s cock or his mouth?”
“No, Sir.” I dropped my bottom to the floor. “But you were teasing me, and it made me tingly.”
“So I’ve noticed.” Daddy laughed, then pulled down my jeans and my undies. “And maybe we’ll do something about that tonight but, right now, I don’t think that’s what you really need.”
“It is!” I insisted. For a while, I’d thought I was broken because even going on T hadn’t made me horny all the time like some guys talked about. Then I met Daddy and I realized it was because I’d never truly understood what raw, primal need felt like until him.
Daddy shook his head as he unfolded my diaper. I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. I hated it when Daddy didn’t listen to what I wanted.
“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart,” Daddy warned me. “If you do, I’ll think you’re tired and we’ll go upstairs for naptime.”
“I’m not tired, Daddy. I’m needy. It’s been forever since you put your cock in me,” I whined. Okay, so it hadn’t beenthatlong, but now that I was getting filled up regularly, I got grumpy when he didn’t do things for more than a couple of days. And right now, I needed to feel close to him. There wasnobetter way to do that than to have him inside of me.
“It’s been three days, and I warned you what was going to happen if you tried telling me you were all done with your homework when you weren’t.” Maybe having a Daddy was overrated. When I’d gotten stressed about how much I had left to do and deadlines flying up on me, Daddy had given me a choice. He said we could either work out a plan so I didn’t feel overwhelmed or he could talk to Jack about me taking time off to get my work done. That was so not an option because I needed the money and because I didn’t need my Daddy talking to my boss for me. “I’m hoping you had time to do today’s work before I got home because you need lots of snuggles tonight.”
“I’m close,” I admitted, thinking about how much time I’d spent staring out the back windows while I tried planning out what I should say to my parents so they’d be adequately warned about my relationship before they got to town, how I was going to tell Daddy they were coming, how he’d react, and then messing around chatting with Maverick. “Maybe I could finish it in the morning?”
Snuggles did sound like the perfect solution, especially because I wasn’t sure my head would work for stringing together grown-up sentences and paragraphs.
“You can finish once we get you dressed,” Daddy told me. It wasn’t a suggestion at all. He was serious. “If you can finish today’s progress before I finish making dinner, I might even have another surprise for you tonight when we watch our show.”
It wasn’t really our show. Daddy liked watching the cooking channel, and I liked cuddling with him, so most nights we wound up on the couch with a fire crackling in the fireplace below the TV. He watched the show and I zoned out making up stories about the dancing flames.
Daddy tapped my hip and I lifted my bottom so he could slide the diaper under me. It didn’t take him very long to fasten my diaper and slip my legs into my unicorn onesie. I was pretty sure he was joking when he said he’d need to order more of the for when I wore out this one, but he might have been serious. I kinda hoped he was because I would be crushed if they were all gone and this one fell apart.
“Do you want to tell Daddy why you were thinking so hard when I got home?” he asked as he pulled me off the floor and helped me zip up. “If you tell me, I might be able to help you fix whatever the problem is.”
