His Little Sunshine by Della Cain

Chapter Nineteen

Brad

Both Declan and the strangers in the chat room had told me that the only way to get into the right space was not to try. Like actively not think about it. That was easier said than done, as was apparent at my breakfast flail. I’d meant to eat with him little style, and instead I just made extra dishes.

Not once did he make me feel bad about it. Not even for a split second. If anything, he beamed with pride that I had even given it a try. That changed things. I couldn’t explain it, but they just did.

When we reached the bathroom, and he was about to leave, I panicked, asking to go with him. I knew myself well enough to recognize that if I stayed in there by myself, my second-guessing would take over and I’d have no chance to have today be more than dress-up.

But then he gave me the towel, the froggie towel, and suddenly he was Daddy, and I was little. It wasn’t a deep headspace like I’d read about, but it was deep enough I allowed myself to play freely with the toys, Daddy and I and the tub my focus.

I hated to get out, but it was getting cold, so cold my dick actually started behaving for the first time all morning. I was not a fan. I liked being hard and needy around Daddy.

“Let’s get you on the bed,” Daddy said.

I was already dried off before we left the bathroom and slid onto the bed, still in my robe. To my left sat a diaper, some cream Daddy bought, and the onesie I’d had made with his doodle of Fluffy. Had he not told me it was Fluffy, I’d have assumed it was a generic dog. I still loved it so.

I saved each and every one of his doodles. I even found a person online who would embroider your art on the diapers and planned to be decked out in all things Daddy at some point in the near future.

“Let’s get you ready for bed.” He opened the robe and pushed it over my shoulders and off of my arms, setting it back on the bed like a huge diaper-changing pad.

Diapers. I was going to be wearing a diaper. I’d been thinking about that a lot over the past couple of weeks. Thinking about what a diaper meant. Sure, some people needed them. And it was great that they existed for them. But they had other uses as well…they were a sign of complete trust.

I didn’t think I ever wanted to use them for anything but pee. Daddy didn’t seem to have an opinion on that either which way. Of course, he worked with horses, so on any given day he’d have dealt with worse. Did I trust Daddy enough for that kind of use? Absolutely. It just wasn’t something I thought I’d ever be interested in. I guessed time would tell.

Daddy guided me back. “We have a problem.” He tsked playfully after getting the diaper under my ass. “I think you might be too big for this diaper.” He wrapped his hand around my erection to make no mistake that he was talking about my cock and not the size of my ass.

“Maybe cream will help.” I bit my bottom lip, loving this bit of naughtiness.

“We can see.” He shrugged, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he reached for it.

Daddy coated his fingers and then traced my length with them, increasing pressure as he coated my dick completely. “Hmm, that did not help.” He pretended to try and close the diaper, not even a quarter-ass attempt at that. “Nope. That didn’t help.”

“Make it fit.” I batted my eyes. “You’re Daddy. You can do anything.”

He tried again, this time a true attempt, managing to get only one side of it snapped. “It’s no use. As long as you are this big, it won’t fit. I suppose I could make it little again.”

I shook my head back and forth. Filling my head with things that stole my arousal sounded like a horrible idea.

“Trust me, Sunshine.” He rubbed my cock through the soft padding of the diaper. “I can make you fit.”

“Ohh.” It was all I could say. I closed my eyes and let him take over, rubbing me with increased pressure, my hips bucking into his touch.

If he had been a guy giving me a hand job, it would’ve been a total dud. But this, my daddy rubbing me through my fluffy soft diaper as he praised me for being good and telling me he’d take care of me? This had me coming in my diaper in record time.

“I sticky.” I looked up at him, already getting sleepy from my orgasm.

“Daddy better clean you up then.” He took off the diaper and wiped me clean with the baby wipes. I was glad I bought two diapers and not one, as he slid the second one onto me, snapping it closed.

Next was the onesie. Putting that on by myself had been challenging. With Daddy doing it, it was a quick process, and he had me crawling up to the pillows and covered me up without me losing any of my climax sleepies.

“Let me tuck you in and grab your sippy. Milk, not chocolate milk though because my sweet boy needs a nap.”

I nodded into my pillow. “Okay, Daddy.”

I was almost asleep when he came back in, but I wanted the milk. Something about it completed the scene. I brought it to my lips and sucked down as much as I could get out of it and handed it back to Daddy.

“It’s all gone.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I wonder if you will have an accident.” And just like that, he was giving me permission if that was the direction I was headed. Not that he had to. We’d already discussed it. No. He was doing this for my benefit.

“Will you sleep with me, Daddy?”

“Of course, sweet boy.” He took off his pants and shirt, leaving only his boxer briefs on and climbed in beside me. I snuggled up to him and fell asleep, not a care in this world.

When I woke up, it was because I had to pee…badly. So badly, my dream had been about not being able to find a bathroom.

At first, I was going to slide out of bed and to the bathroom, but something stopped me. I was wearing the diaper and onesie Quinn had put me in. Sneaking away felt like a breach of his trust. That left me two options: wake him and ask for his help or use the diaper.

I hadn’t used a diaper in my memory. Sure, as a baby I did, but I had no recollection of it whatsoever.

“Whatever you want to do.” Daddy wasn’t asleep. He was just quiet, letting me decide.

It didn’t come easily. I lay by his side for probably a full ten minutes before I let go enough to, but I did it. I peed in my diaper. The sensation was warm and quickly turned uncomfortable. But at the same time, it was so freeing that none of that mattered.

“How was your nap?” Daddy kissed the side of my neck. “Sleep well?”

“I did…until I had nightmares…nightmares I couldn’t find a potty,” I explained.

“That’s the worst.”

“And now…Daddy, I need a change.”

“That’s what daddies are there for.” Another kiss, and he was out of bed, finding the wipes.

He cleaned me up, and it wasn’t weird at all. If anything, it was comforting and reassuring. I ended up with a pair of boxer briefs on once I was cleaned up. We didn’t have any more diapers, but, after today, I planned to change all of that.

“What would you like to do now? Play or go back to sleep or something else?” he asked as I sat there in my underwear, the bigger question being big or little.

“Maybe we could go for a ride on the trail?” I wasn’t a horseman by any means, but a slow ride on the trail with my love sounded darn near perfect.

“I’d love that. Want to grab a bite at the cafe before then? Rumor has it they moved chicken-and-gravy day again.” What was it with these cowboys and chicken-and-gravy day?

“I could eat.” I pushed up on my knees and kissed Quinn hard. “Thank you for an amazing morning and for being the world’s best daddy.”

“Thank you for giving me your complete trust. I love you, Sunshine.” His voice cracked slightly at the last part, so filled with emotion. We might not have known each other for eons or even dated for any length of time, but if this wasn’t love, then nothing was.

“I love you, too, Daddy. I love you, too.”