Eric
Waking up in Daddy’s arms wasn’t new. The crinkle of the diaper and the warmth that was wrapped around my groin was, though. I wasn’t confused; I knew what it was. I’d tried them a few times, but I’d never slept in one—and never while having anyone else around.
Daddy’s arms tightened and his hand started caressing along my back so I knew he realized I was awake, but he didn’t say anything. He was always so good about knowing when to push and knowing when to let me figure things out for myself.
Or even when to let me quietly freak out for a moment before stepping in to make things better.
He’d dressed me in a diaper.
I’d let him put me in a diaper.
We’d done it together.
That was probably a better way to think about it. This was a lifestyle we were exploring together. I just had to remember that. I shifted a little and the lining rubbed across my dick, making it start to stir.
Daddy had done his best to make it clear that reacting to our roles and play was fine, but it still felt…confusing…not wrong exactly, but like it was something that I should try to stop. It had always been sexy in my head, but real life seemed like it was supposed to be different.
It shouldn’t.
I just had to keep remembering that. Daddy was always saying that it didn’t matter how we lived or what we decided to do as long as we both wanted it.
We both wanted the diapers.
Sometimes.
I moved again and the diaper tightened over me, almost like a hug. Knowing he was right there, probably watching, was weird. He was Daddy, it shouldn’t be odd, but it was…new, maybe?
I felt a deep chuckle rumble in his chest. “Are you playing possum or are you thinking about your diaper, Baby?”
Hmm… “Both?”
He seemed to take that as a sign I was ready to talk, and he was probably right. His arms tightened around me and gave me a squeeze. “Did you have a good nap?
“Yes, Daddy.” I turned my head to press it against his chest and snuggled closer. “I like naps with you.”
“I like it too. I have to admit, I’d like to see how you looked tucked into a crib.” His hands rubbed up and down my back, up to my neck and down to the top of the diaper. It made me want to wiggle. I just wasn’t sure if it was to move his hands closer to it, or farther away.
I thought a crib sounded…interesting. So I nodded and started caressing his chest with my fingers. He made a low hum, and I could hear the pleasure in his voice as he started to talk again. “How did you like napping with your diaper on?”
Umm…Was I don’t know a reasonable answer? I wasn’t even sure it was true, but I couldn’t figure out how to answer it. “Weird?”
“In a bad way?” There was no judgment in his voice, just curiosity.
“No.” I knew that much.
His even voice seemed warmer, and I knew he found my reaction humorous. “In a good way?”
“Maybe?” I had to think for a moment. “Probably?”
He adjusted himself on the bed and it shifted me so I was pressed even closer to him. Something became impossible to hide. “Ah, I’m starting to understand.”
I blushed, deciding that opening my eyes wasn’t going to be necessary anytime soon. Daddy chuckled again and rubbed his leg against my diaper. “Daaaddyyy…”
“Yes, Baby?”
His voice was teasing, ruining the innocent act he was going for. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I tried to change the subject. “What are we going to have for dinner, Daddy?”
A great big belly laugh echoed around the room. “Dinner, huh?”
“Yes?” I was starting to think he might let me get away with it this time.
“We can talk about that in just a minute.”
Damn.
“Tell me about your diaper, Baby.” His voice was soothing but had a thread of firm conviction that said he thought I was ready.
Was I?
“It’s soft.” Listing off attributes might not have been what he was aiming for, but it felt more manageable. “It’s warm but not uncomfortable. It’s like having a blanket wrapped around me, almost.”
“Is it comforting like a blanket? Does it make you feel warm inside or just warm like the temperature?” His voice was calm, and I knew he was doing his best to ease me into the conversation. I wasn’t sure it was going to help.
He just saw too much sometimes.
“Both.”
“All right. Tell me more.”
“It’s…it’s tight but…like a hug is.”
“Being held is nice.” His arms shifted, probably to remind me he was right there with me and that I wasn’t alone.
He waited in silence, and I knew I was supposed to keep going. “Um…it’s…it’s bulkier than…than briefs or boxers would be?”
“That makes sense.” I could hear his brain whirling, and I knew he wasn’t going to leave my comments alone. “You said it’s soft. Do you like the feeling against your skin?”
I could feel my face heating up and I tried to ignore it. Daddy thought I was ready to talk about it, though, and I didn’t want to let him down. “Yes.”
I might have taken the easy way out because I could feel laughter rolling around in his chest, even though he did his best to suppress it. I tried again. “Yes, it feels good against my…my skin. I…I also…I also like the way…”
Feeling a bit like a failure, I took a deep breath and sighed as Daddy tightened his arms around me. “It’s okay, Baby. Let’s—”
Not willing to give up, I forced the words out. “I like knowing it’s on.”
In my head, I’d been able to say more, but it just wouldn’t come. I knew in my heart I could talk to Daddy about this. I knew I could. There were just parts of me that hadn’t completely gotten the message. Like my brain, evidently.
“I’m glad. I like knowing it’s on you too.” I could hear the smile in his voice. It made me warm, and the words slid through me, filling me inside. “Now, dinner.”
Yes! We were changing the subject.
“Yes?” I tried not to sound excited, but his chuckle let me know it hadn’t worked.
“Marshall called to see if we wanted to go over to their house for dinner. What do you think?”
On the surface, it should have been such an easy question.
It wasn’t.
Dinner with friends wasn’t supposed to be difficult. Eating and hanging out with people who had similar lifestyles and who were interesting should be a simple decision. It would have been…if it wasn’t for the whole lifestyle part.
“Um, at their house? On the weekend?” I knew what weekends meant. Robbie, not Robert.
“Yes.” The quiet, soothing voice was back. “I didn’t make any promises. I simply told him we’d talk about it because we hadn’t discussed dinner plans yet. They won’t be offended, no matter what we tell them.”
“I liked having dinner with them before.” That was easy to acknowledge, and I didn’t want him to think that I had anything against his friends. I could see us doing a lot of things together with them in the future. Having them know so much about me had been more than a little strange the first time, but it hadn’t been as bad as I’d pictured.
Was I ready for such a big step?
“I thought that was a lot of fun. I also know that seeing someone else in their little persona for the first time can be hard. What do you think? Do you want to have dinner with Marshall and Robbie?” There was no censure in his voice. He was simply inquisitive. It eased some of my tension, but I wasn’t sure what to say.
Pulling back slightly, I peeked up at him. “I don’t know.”
I felt like a failure admitting that. I liked having dinner with them, but this was…huge. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe for him to be frustrated. Why I thought he would get mad over this when nothing else fazed him, I wasn’t sure.
If bullets and bad guys hadn’t scared him away from being a cop, my nerves probably weren’t going to chase him away from me. Daddy smiled and leaned close to kiss my forehead. “That’s a perfectly fine answer. You don’t always have to know right away how something makes you feel, and if you can’t make a decision, I’ll step in. We’re in this together, remember?”
“Yes.” I stretched up and gave him a kiss. “You decide.”
“Are you sure?”
“No, but I think it’s the right way to do it.” I shrugged. My mind was still going in circles around it and hadn’t landed anywhere yet. And the little devils on my shoulders had gotten quieter as I’d grown closer to Daddy, so they weren’t any help at all.
“I think we should go, then. I’m going to tell Marshall that we can’t make it to dinner this time, but we’ll bring dessert and stop by later.” Daddy paused for a moment, watching me for my reaction.
“So just for a little while?” That sounded almost manageable.
“Yes, we’ll bring cake or something. Robbie can play with his toys or watch a movie and you can join him if you want, or you can stay close to me. Just because he’s little doesn’t mean you have to be.” Daddy shifted around on the bed so I was almost lying in his lap. He wrapped himself around me and let me think.
It would have probably taken me too long to make a decision on my own, but listening to him describe the evening didn’t sound as stressful. “So whatever feels right when we’re there…I don’t have…I mean…”
I stopped and took a deep breath before laying my head on his shoulder. “I don’t have to be little unless it feels right, and I…” I looked down at my lap where the bulge from the diaper was noticeable even though I wasn’t hard any longer. “I don’t have to wear a diaper or anything?”
“No.” His voice was strong and decisive. “You don’t ever have to wear your diaper anywhere you don’t want to. As for everything else, you’re correct. It’s going to depend on how it feels to you. I think playing with someone else would be fun, though.”
His hands started absentmindedly caressing my legs and back, soothing my nerves and making my cock stir. “When you were playing with your animals, I think you would have had a fun time if Robbie was doing it with you.”
It wasn’t a question, but I had a feeling it was something Daddy was expecting me to think about. I tried to mentally put myself back in the nursery. The toys had been fun and relaxing. The only thing to think about was where the animals should go and how the zoo should look. It’d been wonderful.
Would it have been even better with someone else to play with?
If Robbie had been sitting beside me, organizing the elephants and zebras or setting up the farm animals, would it have been awkward and weird or more relaxing…even more enjoyable?
I just couldn’t put him in the picture.
“I’ve never thought about having other people around when I was little.” I wasn’t sure how to explain what was going through my head, so I just kept going, hoping it didn’t sound pathetic. “I had a hard enough time picturing a Daddy with me, so I honestly can’t imagine having other people who want to be little playing with me.”
Did he think that was ridiculous or pitiful?
I sat up enough to look him in the eyes. Daddy was nodding, an understanding look on his face. “That makes sense, Baby.”
“It does?” I thought it felt nuts. However, if he thought it was normal, I was going to go with that.
He laughed. “This is very new to you. You can take time to figure things out. We’ll go have dessert with them and hang out. If you want to play, then you can. If you want to sit on my lap and just watch, you can do that too. I just want you to see how it feels, that’s all.”
I could do that.
Probably.
“Okay, Daddy.” Wiggling around had the diaper doing weird things to my cock. It was almost wrapped around it and was getting difficult to ignore. “How about cookies?”
Daddy grinned, his strong features softening, and I had a feeling it was more to do with my wiggling and less with the idea of dessert. “I think that sounds like a great idea. I think I have everything we need for chocolate chip cookies. I’ll call Marshall, and then we can start looking for a recipe.”
I popped up and immediately regretted it. The cottony material tugged on my dick, making it hard to think. The look on my face had to have given me away. Daddy chuckled and reached out to pat the front of my diaper.
“Let’s get you changed first.” His fingers lingered long enough to let me know he was aware of my erection before moving back to my legs. “Do you need a snack?”
The jump in topics threw me for a minute. He wasn’t going to talk about it? “Um…” Was I hungry? “Yes, please.”
“All right, you lay down for me and I’ll get you fixed up.” He scooted back, wiggling around me and getting off the bed.
In seconds, he had me lying down on the bed again, legs hanging over the side of the mattress. My heart wasn’t doing the same crazy thumping that it had the first time. I still wasn’t planning on watching him take the diaper off or seeing how I looked in it, but I could breathe, so that was a step in the right direction.
Lifting my hips so he could ease my pants over my diaper, I quickly looked up at the ceiling and tried to think of something else to talk about. “Can I finish my new picture while you make the cookies, Daddy?”
“Of course. When you finish it, I want to hang it up in the nursery. I think I’m going to put a special corkboard up in there for your pictures.” He started telling me about his idea as my pants and diaper came off.
As he wiped me down, he talked about where it would go in the room and how he was going to decorate it to match the rest of the room. He kept up the almost entirely one-sided conversation as he cleaned around my now completely erect cock and started putting my underwear back on.
I felt a little like a coward.
Once the diaper was off and I knew he wasn’t seeing me in it anymore, I could finally look at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Baby, I want you to remember I’m proud of you.” He gave me a gentle smile. “I’m going to figure out a way to help you keep that in your mind when you start doubting yourself.”
The words were right there on my tongue.
“Thank you for not leaving me while I took my nap.” It wasn’t what I wanted to say, but the look in his eyes told me he knew that already.
“You’re welcome, Baby.” He reached out to help me sit up and kissed my forehead again. “I’ll never leave you when you need me.”