Saving Little Jenna by Ruth Kennedy

Chapter 7: Jenna

The date last night at the restaurant had gone far better than I expected. It was so thoughtful of Clark to reserve the entire restaurant for just the two of us. It showed that he took my needs into consideration.

Now when I woke up early in the morning, I walked over to Clark's room. The door was open and he was still sleeping. He looked like a million bucks even with messy hair and boxer shorts. I tried not to let my gaze wander down to his crotch. Instead, I took in the sight of his broad shoulders, muscular chest, hard abs, and big biceps.

Just when I was about to turn around and leave, he spoke quietly with his eyes still closed, startling me. "Staring at me sleep? Come here and have a closer look."

"I was just checking if you were awake yet, Daddy." I stepped in and took a seat on the empty side of the bed.

I felt giddy with excitement at how unreal it felt to call him Daddy.

"If you say so, sweetheart," he said with a laugh and opened his eyes. "God, I can never get used to hearing you call me Daddy. It gives me such joy."

"Me too," I said with a smile. "Last night was perfect, Daddy. It was the best first date a girl could ever have."

"Well," he said with an evil grin. "It could've ended far better."

"Oh, how so?" I asked, wondering if he wanted us to make love last night.

"It should've ended in tickles!"

"Tickles, Daddy?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, tickles!"

In one swift motion, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto him. Before I knew what was happening, he had me pinned against the bed, his bare muscular body pressed up against mine. I liked where this was going, but then I realized he said something about tickles.

Soon his hands were on my tummy and he began tickling me. I shook my head as I begged him to stop, all while laughing hysterically. Daddy was ruthless and my pleading only made him tickle me harder. When he stopped, tears formed in my eyes as I gasped for air.

"That's how it should've ended!" He said with a wry smile.

"You're so silly, Daddy." I wiped the tears in my eyes as he got off me. "I've never laughed so much in my life!"

"Well," he said proudly. "Won't be the last time you laugh so hard, Little one. When you least expect it, I shall attack you with tickles."

He moved his fingers towards my tummy again, causing me to squeal in anticipation. When he just gently tapped my tummy instead, I burst out into laughter. My daddy truly was so silly. All this silliness put me in a relaxed state of mind and I couldn't help but regress. I put a thumb in my mouth and began sucking on it.

"How do you want to start the day?" He asked, offering a hand and helping me up. "Breakfast in bed or a bath?"

When I shrugged, he knew I was having a hard time making decisions in my Little headspace. He scooped me up in his arms as I continued sucking on my thumb. I cooed feeling the warmth of his strong body. I had never felt so safe and cared for in my entire life.

Stepping into the bathroom, he put me down onto the floor and ran a bath. "Let's get you undressed first."

Normally, I'd be shy and start blushing profusely at the mere idea of being naked before Daddy. But now I just giggled as he pulled the shirt over my head.

Soon I was stark naked. It was arousing being naked before him. It showed he was the dominant one and I was the submissive. His cock twitched wildly in his pants and he didn't bother trying to adjust the tent in his pants.

When he pulled his black boxer briefs down, his cock sprang with full force. Now that I'd seen him fully naked, how beautiful the male body was! I could hardly believe how thick his cock was. Moving my gaze up, I took in the sight of his thick thighs and six-packs. He looked so good with his clothes off, I kind of wished he'd never put them back on. His nakedness would drive me crazy, but it was a crime to cover up such a beautiful body with clothes.

"Oh, it's so big and veiny!" I pointed at his growing erection, unable to peel my eyes off it.

I always wondered what it'd feel like to hold a dick. It looked so hard but I wondered if it would feel that way in my hand. It was only a matter of time before I found out.

"Want to see something cool?" He put his hands on his waist and moved his crotch around clockwise, causing his dick to swirl around wildly.

"Helicopter!" I giggled and then burst out into laughter when he didn't stop.

Taking my hand, he helped me into the bathtub before putting in bath toys and stepping in himself. The water was just the right temperature, relaxing me even further. Life couldn't get any better than that. Sometimes it was the simple things that gave the most happiness, especially when shared with the right person.

We lay next to each other and his erection still refused to die down. It was fascinating how quickly men got aroused. I, on the other hand, had just begun to warm up. Having his strong arm around my shoulder was turning me on and I was beginning to grow wet.

I tried distracting myself with the squeaky bath toys before me. I squeaked each of them and found it funny how they all made the same sound. Even the squeaky shark was quacking like a duck.

Daddy took a washcloth and began cleaning my back as I continued playing with the toys. When he moved over to my breasts, I drew a sharp breath in. The way he was stroking my nipples with the washcloth was far too arousing. It was the closest he'd come to touching my body. I was pretty sure I'd end up orgasming the moment he'd wash my crotch.

I brought my attention back to the toys as he moved over to the other breast. His dick was twitching wildly again, making a set of waves in the water.

When he stroked my pussy with the washcloth, I let out a loud moan but stifled it halfway through. Bath time wasn't supposed to be sexual, but it was so hard to resist.

"Oh, Daddy!" I said with lust in my eyes when he continued lingering on my crotch. I was growing wet by the second and at this rate, I wouldn't be able to help myself from humping daddy's hand.

"What is it, my sweet girl?" His free hand caressed my face.

I just sat there in silence since what I wanted was too obvious, but I was too shy to ask for it. I needed Daddy to touch and kiss me where it hurt, therefore making it all better.

"Trust me, darling," he began, the lust in his eyes unmistakable. "There's nothing I want more. But I want to take things at a slow pace. Not because I want to wait, but because I want you to be ready. When we make love, I want you to feel comfortable around me. Do you understand what I mean, sweetheart?"

I thought for a moment before speaking. "You want my first time to be perfect, don't you? And for that, I should get used to the idea of being naked around you first, in a non-sexual setting such as bath time."

"Such a clever girl," he said with a smile, causing my chest to swell up with pride. Receiving compliments from Daddy was such a high. It made me want to be a good girl for him.

The only problem was that I felt ready, and yet I was too shy to admit what I wanted. Maybe taking things slow could be turned into something exciting. What if I just touched him to start things off? Then I could have him touch me another day before finally making love.

Once he finished cleaning me, he just watched me play with the toys in silence. He had a smile on his face and his dick was still hard as a rock the whole time.

Daddy put a finger in the water and nodded wisely. "The water has turned cold, Little one. It's too cold for little girls to play in."

I stuck my lower lip out in a pout. "Just a little longer, Daddy?"

"I can't say no to that pretty face, but your fingers have become all wrinkled, sweetheart. How about we have another bath at night?"

I looked at my wrinkled fingertips and nodded. When we stepped out of the bathtub, he towel-dried us while I had a hard time peeling my eyes off his erection. I still couldn't get over how big and thick it was. It was like a new toy I've always wanted to play with, the worst part being it was right within my reach but I was too shy to ask for it.

After much hesitation, Daddy knew something was up. "What is it, my sweet girl? What's bothering you so much? You have a frown on your face and as your Daddy, I shouldn’t let you overthink."

"It isn't a big deal, Daddy," I lied. "It's too soon to ask you for it."

"Nonsense," he said in his Daddy voice. "You're talking a mile a minute, sweetheart, and you only do that when something's bothering you. If my baby girl wants something, it's my duty as your Daddy to give it to you."

"Well," I said with a sigh before mumbling out my desires. "Your cock is so big and I've never touched one before. It's like my favorite toy I've always dreamt of playing with, Daddy. For the first time, it's within reach but I'm too shy to ask to play with it. It's begging me to play with it and I'm too weak to resist."

A smile crept up on his handsome face as he slowly blinked his beautiful eyelashes. "If you're sure you want this, then go ahead. Do with it as you please. However, I'll have a hard time controlling myself since you're such a cutie."

I blushed since I still hadn't gotten used to Daddy calling me cute. My heart raced in my chest. I tried not to make a big deal out of it but my first time touching a cock would forever be etched into my memory.

Daddy took a few steps back before sitting on the floor, his back against the brightly lit bathroom wall. He had his muscular legs spread out, making the erection in between all the more enticing. His body was so thick with muscle, it almost felt vulgar watching it naked. I got down on my knees and stared at his dick in fascination before wrapping my fingers around it. It was so thick I could barely touch my fingers around it.

When I jerked the shaft back and forth, I felt it twitch in my hands. I looked up at Daddy and saw his chest heave up and down. He was just as aroused as me. I moved my free hand over his balls, watching in fascination as they shifted in my hands.

"Am I being a good girl, Daddy?" I asked as I continued to jerk him off, looking up at him with big innocent eyes.

"The best, darling," he managed to say between moans. "But if you keep looking at me like that and call me Daddy, I won't be able to last long."

"No, Daddy!" I shook my head frantically. "I've barely begun playing with it. It's my favorite toy now. I want to play with it all the time."

He let out another loud moan and gently squeezed the tip of his cock, causing it to stop twitching so wildly. How cool was that trick! Touching the tip seemed to make him calm down. Maybe if I touched it with my lips, it'll calm down even more so I could play with it for hours.

"I want you to feel good, Daddy." Looking up into his eyes, I slowly moved my lips toward his cock. "You take care of me so well and you make me feel so safe. You're the best Daddy in the whole world."

Daddy's eyes widened when I licked the tip of his cock and put the head in my mouth. I sucked on it like I had sucked on my thumb minutes ago. It felt so good in my mouth but it didn't seem to calm Daddy down. If anything, he looked agitated as he threw his head back and closed his eyes before turning into a moaning mess.

Jerking him off with one hand, I worked my tongue along the length of his shaft.

I pulled it out of my mouth to see he still had his eyes closed. "Your cock is so big it's stretching my lips. And look, Daddy! No hands!"

When he opened his eyes, I took my hand off his privates and pushed my mouth down on his cock, going halfway down the length with much difficulty and then pulling it out.

Daddy gaped at me in surprise before shivering and shaking his body wildly, once again turning into a moaning mess. "Fuck, baby girl! You're going to drive your Daddy crazy at this rate. I'm going to cum!"

I instinctively knew what I had to do. I couldn't let a drop of Daddy's valuable cum go to waste. I wrapped my lips around the head of his fat cock and began jerking him off with both hands. He involuntarily pushed his hips up and down, shoving his cock in my mouth with each thrust. Soon I felt his warm seed shoot up in my mouth with full force, most of which leaked out of my mouth and down his shaft.

I continued jerking him off until his cock shriveled in my mouth. Breathing heavily, Daddy stood up and swiftly returned with tissues before cleaning us off. I was glad a part of him was still inside me. It was physical proof of how much he liked me. Daddy had taken my oral virginity and there was no one I'd have rather lost it to.

"That was something," he said with a smile.

My crotch still hurt from arousal. I wanted Daddy to kiss it and make it all better, but shyness returned as I found myself blushing profusely. The reality of what I had done for the first time was beginning to settle in. Arousal was a strange thing. It gave you courage and briefly got rid of your shyness.

"Did I make you feel good, Daddy?" I asked in a singsong voice. "You deserve to feel good since you're the best Daddy in the whole world."

"Yes, my sweet girl," he said, giving me a quick peck on the lips and wrapping an arm around me. "But wasn't this supposed to be about you wanting to play with your favorite toy for the first time?"

I nodded. "I guess it was both. I'm glad I was the reason you felt good down there. I wish I could make you feel good every day, or maybe even every hour. You deserve it for being so good to me."

"Every hour?" Daddy's eyes widened and his soft dick twitched briefly before he burst out into laughter, indicating he wasn't opposed to the idea. "You're going to suck your Daddy's balls dry, aren't you? But as your Daddy, I aim to please. So feel free to let me know whenever you wish to play with it, whether at home or in public. I'll just whip it out and let you go to town. I'd rather have my balls drained dry than say no to my baby girl."

The mere thought of Daddy whipping it out in public caused me to break into a fit of laughter. "You're so silly, Daddy! I won't ask to play with it in public, or at least not when many people are around."

Daddy's dick throbbed wildly but his eyes widened in horror. So he’d been joking about the public part, but his twitching cock told me he found the idea arousing.

Still sporting a semi, Daddy led me into his bedroom. As he opened his closet and got dressed, I quickly glanced at his big muscular ass. I wasn't sure if women were supposed to have a thing for ass, but I sure fantasized about holding onto it as Daddy made sweet love to me.

He laid two sets of clothes before me and they both looked like costumes. "I know it's hard for you to make decisions, so there's no pressure, sweetheart. If you want Daddy to make the decision for you, just let me know."

He stepped back and waited patiently as I shifted my gaze between the costumes. One was a puppy costume and the other was a bear.

"The decision's easy, Daddy," I said, picking up the puppy costume and hugging it. "I love dogs. They're so cute and innocent."

Daddy tapped my nose with a finger. "Just like my baby girl."

Sitting down on the floor before me, he tapped my knees one after another, helping me into the costume.

Daddy was caring and it was all that mattered. It was emotional watching him help me dress, but I held my emotions in and tried to stay calm. I had cried far too many times before him, but no one had ever cared about me before, not a single soul. I wanted simple things out of life, things everyone took for granted but I was sure I'd never get. But now that I had them, it was overwhelming.

Zipping up the back, he pushed the head cover over my head. "Aw, don't you look adorable?"

Leading me up to a mirror, I twirled and checked myself out before letting out a sharp bark and hanging my tongue out. He laughed and scratched my head. When he stopped, I leaned my head into his hand and nudged it. Taking the hint, he scratched my head some more.

"Am I a good girl, Daddy?" I imagined that's what a pup would ask if it could speak.

"The best, sweetheart." He leaned in for a passionate kiss that left me wanting more. "In fact, so good that you deserve a gift! I don't know if you want it, though. Too many presents can get boring real quick."

"Whoa, a pressie!" My eyes twinkled up at him. "I can never say no to those, Daddy. There aren't enough pressies in the world for them to become too many. In fact, nine out of ten doctors recommend gifting pressies to Little girls every day. It's supposed to keep them healthy or something."

"That makes no sense whatsoever." Daddy laughed as he pulled a neatly wrapped gift out of the closet. "Are you sure you aren't making stuff up just to receive presents?"

When he handed it to me, I tore the beautiful wrapping in seconds and oohed and aahed. It was a stuffed puppy with its little tongue hanging out. It was cuteness overload and I couldn't help but squeal in delight. I wondered how he knew that border collies were my favorite, but then I realized it was the same stuffie I had hugged at that store the day we shopped for clothes at the mall.

"You remembered, Daddy!" Squeezing it in my arms, I lay kisses on its head as my face lit up. "It's so cute I'm gonna die. Best present ever!"

"Not as cute as you." By the bright smile on his face, it was clear Daddy had just received the only pressie he ever wanted, which was to watch me happy. "What are you gonna name him?"

"Doggo!" I said instantly. "Because he's a dog. I named him years ago when I dreamt of having my first stuffie one day. I had a teddy bear but I sewed it up myself, so that doesn’t count since he looked like Frankenstein. I'll take good care of Doggo, Daddy. I'll take him everywhere I go and talk to him so he doesn't feel lonely."

He nodded in approval. "Such a kind-hearted girl. That's what I like about you, sweetheart. You arere kind even when the world wasn't nice to you. Since you're being so good, you receive another present. I was going to give it to you later, but good girls deserve all the gifts in the world."

Once again, I tore through the wrapping when he handed the gift to me from the back of his closet, but this one was big and heavy. I wondered how many gifts he had hiding back there.

"It's a figurine collection of all the popular dog breeds," he said. "Michael loves to collect animal figurines, so he suggested this when I asked him for gift ideas."

I knew figurines were expensive since they were collectibles. A sudden realization overcame me, that no one had ever spent so much on gifting me. In fact, no one had ever even gifted me. I had to spend all of my birthdays being punished, which my parents claimed was the only way to make sure I wouldn't celebrate and be happy.

When tears formed in my eyes, Daddy threw his arms around me and lay soft kisses on my head. "Aw, it's alright sweetheart. It's fine if you don't like the present. I can always return it and get you something you like."

Daddy's words only further reminded me of how much my life had changed after a lifetime of cruel suffering, now causing tears to roll down my cheeks. Would I ever get used to his kindness? Panic overcame me and it suddenly became apparent how easily Daddy made me forget about my painful past. However, I shouldn't forget, and for good reason. The threat I was running away from would never stop coming after me.

"I don't deserve nice things, Daddy," I said between sniffles as I tried not to burst out into tears. "You've been so kind to me when I've done nothing to deserve it. I've never received gifts before because I was told I was unworthy of love and affection, that I deserved the cruel treatment instead. Ever since you've come into my life, you've only been so nice and caring. I'm scared it's all going to get taken away from me. I don't want to go back! I don't want to lose you, Daddy! I promise I'll be good and behave! Please don't ever leave me."

My lower lip wobbled as I tried to stay strong for Daddy. I wasn't going to cry hysterically over nothing even though I wanted to.

When he broke the hug, he frowned down at me with a concerned look. "You're being silly, sweetheart. Daddy is right here and I'm not going to let anyone take my baby girl away from me. I'm definitely not going to send you away for misbehaving or being bad. It's completely preposterous. I want you to be yourself, Little one. You've brought joy into my life and for that, you deserve everything you want and more. As for your past life, I don't want you worrying or thinking too hard. It's a daddy's duty to do all the worrying, remember?"

Sometimes reassurance from Daddy was all a Little needed. It was hard to ignore the problems of the real world and be carefree, but Daddy was right. I should let him do all the worrying.

Because I'd been so upset, he gave me a few more wrapped gifts, which turned out to be a set of barbie dolls and colorful pacifiers.

"Now you don't have to suck on your thumb in your sleep anymore," he said when I put the pink binky in my mouth. "God, you look so cute."

Over the next few days, we spent every waking moment with each other. It was natural to get used to the love and affection and slowly begin to take things for granted if it was just infatuation, in which case it was supposed to grow weaker by the day. Instead, each day I found myself growing madly in love with Daddy, and it was clear he felt the same way.

One day after lunch, Daddy told me he had some important work to take care of and so was going to drop me off at his friend, John's place. As much as I wanted to play with him all day, I knew he had a company to run and he had to focus on that too.

"You sure you want today to be the first time you try a diaper on?" Daddy asked after he got ready. "Michael will still want to be your friend without a diaper, you know."

"I'm doing this for me, Daddy," I lied. "It's like you said. I need to discover just how Little I like to get."

Daddy was right. A part of me was doing it to impress Michael. I hadn't had a friend all my life, so despite being scared of strangers, I badly wanted to make my first friend.

Stripping me out of the onesie, he looked at me from head to toe appraisingly. I stood stark naked and as if on cue, I saw a slight movement in his already huge bulge. It was almost too vulgar how big Daddy was packing. It was hard enough already to conceal his bulge with clothes, so every time his cock twitched as it did now, there was a huge tent in his pants.

"I'll never get used to how pretty you look, with or without clothes." He adjusted his dick before sweeping me off my feet in a swift motion, causing me to squeal, and then burst out into laughter.

Laying me onto the bed, he pressed my binky against my lips and I eagerly began sucking on it. When he powdered my privates, my cheeks turned red. But the moment I saw a diaper in his hand, arousal turned to excitement. I began to regress, kicking my arms and legs in wild excitement.

"Aw, look who's excited to wear a diapee." He stroked caressed my face with his free hand, which I grabbed onto tightly while continuing to kick my legs. "Yup, you're an adult baby alright. The cutest baby in the whole world."

"Dada!" I said from the edge of my lips as I cooed and looked at him with big excited eyes.

Putting the diaper on me, he taped the sides. I rolled over and got on all fours, crawling around on the bed to hear the loud crinkle of the diaper.

Daddy gently patted my bottom. "I could get used to seeing you crawl around the house like this."

As comfortable and happy as I felt at that moment, I still wasn't sure if I wanted to be a full-time adult baby. Daddy had told me I could be whichever age I wanted to be around him, that as long as I was myself, he'd be happy. It was beginning to look like I enjoyed playing as different ages.

When I climbed out of the bed, he dressed me up in a pink babydoll dress and tied my hair up in pigtails. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I smiled brightly as Daddy kissed my head. Finally, I was living the life I always wanted, filled with unconditional love and free of judgment.

As he drove us to John's house, I squeezed onto Doggo in my lap. My hands were cold and my throat dry, signs of nervousness I hoped Daddy wouldn't notice.

As if on cue, Daddy cleared his throat. "What's the matter, honey? You're shaking like a leaf. Aren't you excited to make your first Little friend?"

If things went right, Michael would also become my first friend ever, Little or otherwise. Was that the reason Daddy was dropping me off at his place? Was it just an excuse to help me socialize and make a new friend? Maybe he wanted me to learn that strangers weren't as scary as I thought. Either way, Daddy knew best and I should trust him.

"I'm scared of being left alone with strangers. Are you sure you'll be back to pick me up soon?"

He nodded. "I'll be back the moment I'm done. Besides, I'm sure once you make friends with Michael, you'll want to have playdates with him every day. You'll like playing with him so much, I'll probably have to drag you back to our home."

I giggled at the mental image of Daddy dragging me out the door. "But I'm very awkward around strangers. What if Michael thinks I'm weird and doesn't like me?"

Daddy gave me a look, which meant I was being silly. "Impossible! You're the sweetest girl I know. You're such a good girl, Michael will want to be good too. You'll make me proud and I'm sure of it. Sometimes you just have to trust your Daddy more than you trust the negative voice in your head. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? I know you're a brave girl, so can you be brave for Daddy today?"

My chest swelled with pride hearing him call me brave. Brave wasn't the word I associated with myself, but if Daddy thought I was his brave girl, then I had to be brave for him. I nodded and took a deep breath.

When we reached, I vigorously began sucking on my binky as Daddy undid my seat belt. It was cute that he had 'baby on board' written on the back of the car just this morning. Walking over to my side of the car, he opened the door and stuck his arms out.

I crawled into Daddy's arms and the kisses he lay all over my face were enough to get me out of a nervous mindset. I giggled and smiled through my pacifier. I was reminded that daddy's love for me was all it took to make my problems disappear, no matter how big.

With my legs wrapped tightly around him, he carried me over to the porch and leaned me towards the doorbell. When I rang it, John opened the door. He was a tall muscular man just a few inches shorter than Daddy. He was just as ripped as Daddy, which wasn't a surprise since they trained together at the gym.

"You're here!" John said, giving Daddy a quick hug and then turning to me. "My boy's been excited all day about making a new friend to play with. He's been running around the house all day from excitement, but that's just how he is. Can't sit still when he has a Little over to play with."

John was the first gay man I'd ever met in my life. It was stereotypical of me to assume John was going to look, talk and act feminine, but that's how gay men were portrayed in the films I'd seen.

"Your Daddy's told me a lot about you," John began as he let us in. "But he didn't mention you were the cutest Little girl in the whole world."

I giggled as I hid my face in Daddy's shirt, peeking at John with one eye as my cheeks turned red. I was never one to take compliments.

"I'm John by the way." He stuck his hand out and I shook it before burying my face back in Daddy's shirt. "But you can call me uncle John."

"Whoa!" I popped my pacifier and looked up at Daddy with big eyes. "Is he really my uncle, Daddy? I've never had an uncle before but I've always wanted one."

Daddy chuckled and nodded. "It's a term of endearment, sweetheart, but sometimes the relations you make become more important than blood relations. You can call him whatever you want, but he'll always act as your uncle since you're my baby girl now. He'll have you over for playdates, give you gifts, and take you out with Michael for treats sometimes."

I wiggled in daddy's arms from the excitement of having an uncle for life, turning to uncle John. "I love gifts and treats. So yes, I want you to be my uncle, uncle John! Now you can't take it back."

"Aw, aren't you a peach!" Uncle John said with a smile. "You know, your Daddy and I have been friends all our lives, but I've never seen him this happy. You're the reason for his happiness and now I see why. You're a good girl and your Daddy knows he's lucky. I'm glad you two found each other."

When uncle John stepped out of the way, I saw Michael sitting on the floor in the distance among a sea of toys, gaping at us with a toy in his hand. Michael was in his mid-twenties and I was taken aback by how handsome he was. He had big eyes, naturally blushed cheeks, and long eyelashes. He was a head shorter than his Daddy and dressed in a wolf-themed onesie.

It was surprising how quickly I became comfortable around uncle John, but now I had to become comfortable around another stranger. When Daddy put me on the floor, I regressed deeper into my Little headspace just by seeing another Little, instinctively going down on all fours with Doggo still in one hand.

When Daddy nudged my bottom, I crawled behind his legs and hid my face. "Don't leave, Daddy! I scared."

Even so deep in my headspace, meeting a stranger was too much.

Stepping out of my way, Daddy bent over and gently rubbed my back. "Aw, it's alright darling. Go ahead and play with Michael. I'll be right here if you need me. I'll stay for a little while and then leave. I know it's hard, but be brave and trust Daddy."

I looked up at Daddy before nodding and turning to Michael, but my limbs refused to move.

Michael put the toy on the floor and patted the space next to him. "Come here, friend! I no bite."

Hearing the word friend was enough to make me crawl to him swiftly. I sat my bottom down on the floor next to him and let the pacifier fall out of my mouth, placing Doggo between us.

"You're so pretty!" Michael giggled and pet Doggo's head.

"Thanks," I said, looking at him with big excited eyes. "First, I got an uncle, and now I get a new friend! Those are two things I've never had but always wanted. Did you really mean it when you just called me your friend?"

Our Daddies walked over to the couch nearby and took seats, looking at each other in amusement before watching us with bright smiles. They were probably thinking how cute we looked.

Michael put on a genuine smile. "Of course, silly. You know how we Littles are. We don't hide how we feel and we have so much in common, we become friends the moment we meet. I've been excited to meet you ever since uncle Clark told me about you. Your Daddy has been so nice to me for years, playing with me sometimes and giving me all the pressies. When he told me he was going to be a Daddy soon, I could hardly wait to meet you, friend."

"You're my friend too." I threw my arms around him and hugged him. "My first and only friend."

"Aw," uncle John said to Michael. "What a lovely start to a beautiful friendship. You're being such a good boy, Michael. I'm proud of you, darling."

Michael's expressions suddenly changed as he lowered his chin and looked up at his Daddy with big twinkling eyes, slowly fluttering his big eyelashes. "Good enough to have ice cream for dinner tonight, Daddy?"

"Aw, how could I say no to that sweet face?" Uncle John said, patting his head.

"Whoa!" I bounced and clapped my hands in excitement. "How do you do that? Teach me, Michael! Teach me!"

"Oh, this?" Michael said proudly, waving a hand nonchalantly. "It's nothing. You're new to this but I've been doing this for years. You should see some of my other tricks. I'll just teach them all together. The key is to get what you want by looking too cute to resist. Got into some major trouble and want to save your naughty bottom from getting busted? Easy! Just pull one of my signature moves and you're safe, patent pending. Now watch carefully and learn."

Michael turned his head away before dramatically turning it back to me, childlike innocence on his face as he pushed his lips out in a pout and put a finger on his lips. "Aren't I cute?"

I giggled as I bobbed my head up and down.

"Brat!" Uncle John said with a laugh as he leaned over and playfully pinched Michael's diapered bottom, making him squeal in surprise. "You'll turn this sweet little girl naughty within a week at this rate. You keep your naughty tricks to yourself, Michael."

"Sorry, Daddy," Michael said to his Daddy before putting a hand on my ear and whispering loudly. "Don't worry. I'll still teach you my ways, but when the grown-ups aren't around."

"We can hear you, you know," Uncle John said in a stern voice, crossing his arms. "Would you like to earn yourself some spankings today? How many days have you gone without one, darling?"

Michael shivered as he spoke in a low voice. "Five days and counting, Daddy. I miss them because I enjoy them too much."

When I opened my mouth to speak, a golden retriever puppy raced down the stairs and leaped towards Michael, jumping into his lap and wildly wagging its tail.

"I missed you too, Princess." Michael scratched her tiny head, which only made her wag her tail harder. "I hope you had a nice nap. Did you dream about running around with other dogs again?"

She was so adorable I couldn't help letting out an excited squeal. "Ah, she's so cute I'm gonna die! I've never seen a real dog before, but I love them so much. Can I touch her?"

When Michael nodded, Princess turned to me and as if she understood Michael, instantly jumped into my lap and sniffed my hand.

"Surely, you're joking," Michael said with a smile. "Everyone's seen a real dog before."

As I pet Princess' head, my smile faded. I had slipped up, but how could I tell him the reason without lying.

When I sadly sat there in silence, Uncle John cleared his throat and I saw him gesturing Michael to stop from the corner of my eye.

"Never mind." Michael tapped my cheek with a finger before whistling, which turned Princess' attention to my face. "Kiss attacks, Princess!"

Putting her forepaws onto my chest, Princess began licking my cheek. It made me throw my head back and laugh hysterically.

"It tickles, Michael!" I said between gasps. "Make her stop. I get enough tickles from Daddy."

Scooping her out of my lap, Michael sat her down in his lap and stroked her head as he laughed. "She likes giving kisses. Daddy says it's her way of saying hello. I asked Daddy for a bear or a wolf cub, but he said they're dangerous, which everyone knows isn't true in the slightest."

"Sure is," uncle John interrupted.

"Agree to disagree," Michael replied before turning to me. "Anyways, I love Princess just the same. I named her Princess because I treat her like one."

Joining my hands, I turned to Daddy who was watching us with amusement. "Can I get a puppy too, Daddy? I take good care. Promise!"

I lowered my chin and looked up at him with big eyes, fluttering my eyelashes just like Michael had done moments before. It made Daddy laugh, so I hoped I was pulling it off.

"Dogs are a big responsibility, sweetheart." Daddy stroked my head before kissing it. "I'll see how responsible you are around the house. If you're good, I'll get you one. By the way, I'm so proud of you for being so nice to Michael. Didn't I say you'll make good friends and there's no reason to be worried?"

I smiled up at him brightly. "I'm glad I trusted you, Daddy. You're always right and you always know what's best for me."

I couldn't believe how easily I had become comfortable around Michael. It happened so naturally, I didn’t even realize it. It was probably because Littles were so easy to talk to. You didn't have to worry about being judged or saying the wrong thing.

Michael and I chatted excitedly about our favorite animals while our Daddies had a grown-up conversation we were too regressed to pay attention to. Soon Daddy kissed me goodbye and left, saying he'll be back before I knew it. I was so excited to play with Michael, I didn't mind spending some time without Daddy.

"Before you start playing with your toys," uncle John said as he closed the front door. "Who here needs a diaper change?"

Michael put up both his hands as he giggled, turning to me with a proud smile. "I potty trained myself years ago, but I still like to wear diapers because they make me feel little. They also feel so good against my skin."

"Same," I said, popping the binky into my mouth and talking from the corner of my lips. "Today's the first time I've tried diapers and I love them. I don't plan on using them, but they feel so good."

When Michael was carried to the changing room in his Daddies' arms, I waited in the living room petting Princess and Doggo. I had just met Michael, but we had so much in common. I couldn't believe how swiftly my life had changed in a matter of weeks. Weeks ago, if someone had told me I would be living my dream life and have a Daddy of my own, I wouldn't have believed it. But that's how big decisions changed lives. You couldn’t just stay in your comfort zone and expect life to get better or happier. Running away was the only option back then, but it was turning out to be the best decision of my life.