ThatDaddyFellow

Here is a 7,000 word commission that I worked with someone on. If you are interested in working with me on a commission, send me a message and we can discuss your ideas. My rate is $15 per 1000 words. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please? I would please ask that, if you see someone sleeping or distracted next to you, could you please nudge them a little bit to get their attention?” came over the intercom on the airplane, prompting everyone who heard it to become anxious. “There is no immediate danger, I just have an announcement to make” the captain used his most disarming tone. Right as the opening bars to his favorite song rang through the headphones connected to his iPhone, Steven felt his neighbor poke him in the shoulder. Taking the earbud out of his left ear, he looked at the lady with annoyance and asked “can I help you?” “Sorry. It’s just, the captain wanted everyone’s attention” the women told him timidly, feeling embarrassed. “Oh great, this ought to be good” Steven told her, the sarcasm dripping from his lips. “Alright folks, just wanted to give you an update on what is happening. Some lights have come on up here in the cockpit that I wasn’t expecting to come on. It seems that there is an issue with our steering. Unfortunately, that means that we are going to have to make an emergency stop in Dallas” the man trailed off as if saying sorry to the passengers. A groan came over the airplane. “Damn it, I just wanted to get home” Steve said to himself, noticing the women who had touched him earlier looked at him with a quizzical look. “I have been in Los Angeles for the last two weeks for work and I just wanna sleep in my own bed.” “I totally get that. I was visiting my grandparents and, after a week with them, I just need to get into my apartment and relax with a bottle of wine” she told him, just trying to exchange small talk. “I could use a drink too. I mean a normal sized one too, not this thing meant for toddlers with a drinking problem” Steven chuckled as he held up a tiny bottle of vodka. The lady returned the chuckle. “I’m Samantha by the way” she extended her hand. Meeting her handshake half way, all he said was “Steven”. After around a half hour of talking about work, life, and their favorite moments from Game of Thrones, the plane had landed and they were ready to get off. They continued to chat on their way off the airplane, much to the annoyance of everyone around them. Once they got back into the airport, they had to head off in different directions. “It was nice to get to know you Samantha” Steve told her, a smile on his face. “Yeah, it was great. This was the most fun plane ride I have been on in a while. Hopefully our paths cross again some time. Especially if it’s after the next season of Thrones comes out” Samantha said with a chuckle. “Have a good one” she said, sticking her hand out for another handshake. He quickly took the handshake and smiled up at her “You too.” Once they finished their goodbyes, Steve want over and grabbed his luggage from the carousel. Satisfied that everything was accounted for, he headed to a group of seats and plopped down. Steven had no idea how long this delay could take. Was it just a couple hours or was this going to be something that was going to stretch into tomorrow? God, he didn’t want that. He just wanted to get home already. “Why, hello there” came from a women sitting next to him. She sounded like she was welcome a kid into her first day of kindergarten. Steven gave her a quick “hi” as he pulled his phone out his pocket. He figured that now was a good a time as any to check his emails. Continuing with that overly sweet tone, she continued the conversation regardless of what the man next to her was doing. “How are you doing today?” Getting slightly annoyed, Steve looked up from his phone and got a good look at the women. She had to be at least 20 years older than him, but she still was one of the most beautiful people Steven had ever seen. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail in the back of her head. Other then that, the only thing he noticed was her smile. It was huge and pretty infectious. It made him grow a smile on his face as he answered her with “It’s been ok. Up and down. How about you?” “That is so nice of you to ask how my day is too! My day has been pretty good. Why has your been up and down?” she answered with that same tone. It was so sweet, Steve was surprised there wasn’t sugar falling from her lips. “Well, I’m heading home from LA. I’m glad to be able to be headed home to Florida, but my plane just had an emergency that forced us to land. I am not sure how long I am gonna be stuck here and I just want to be home” Steven told the mysterious women. Even thought he had just met her, she felt so easy to talk to. Like he had known her for a long time. “That’s too bad that your plane had to land. Ironically enough, I am on my way to Florida too. My son and daughter live there and I haven’t visited them in a while. They are around your age. I hope the plane that you were taking is not the one I am gonna be taking” she said, her tone changing from sweet to slightly worried. “I’m sure everything will turn out fine” Steven said, trying to reassure the women. As the were chatting about her kids, he tried to catch glimpses of what she was wearing. From what he could gather, it looked like yellow sundress with white flats. She looked like she was about to go to a garden party, not an airport, but to each their own. After about 45 minutes of talking about her kids, his life, and just random topics, they both stopped when they heard an announcement over the intercom. “Attention, flight 232 from Dallas to Orlando has been postponed until tomorrow. Again, flight 232 from Dallas to Orlando has been postponed until tomorrow due to unforeseen technical issues. We are sorry for the inconvenience.” Both of them looked at each other. “Is that your plane?” Steven asked, knowing full well that it was his. “Yup, how about you?” she asked back, figured she already knew the answer. “Yeah…” Steven trailed off, frustrated that he wouldn’t be able to home tonight. Another night of sleeping in a hotel bed is the last thing he wanted. “Great looks like we are both stuck in Dallas tonight. Plus, it’s only 1 in the afternoon, so we are stuck for most of the day. This is just the worst day” the lady had been looking forward to seeing her kids today and the stupid electrical failure has screwed over both her and her new friend. As if out of nowhere, Steven looked at his stranded friend. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught your name. We just got to talking and things moved pretty quick from there. I’m Steven by the way” he told her, holding out his hand. “Oh, of course. My name is Anna” she said, completely bypassing his handshake and leaning over to embrace him in a hug. It had been forever since Steve had been hugged and, quite frankly, he had missed that feeling. This hug seemed to be even better than most. It reminded him of the warming hugs that he would get from his mom when he was a kid. “It’s nice to formally meet you” Anna said as she released him from the hug. To her, handshakes were only for the boardroom. She was a very loving person and hugs were one of the ways she showed that. “Steven is such a pretty name. I told myself that, if I ever had another son, I would name him Steven.” Blushing, he looked at his shoes. “Thanks, I like my name too” he whimpered, not really knowing how to take compliments. In addition to that, there was just something about this woman that made him feel like a kid. Maybe it was her mannerisms or the way she talked, but he felt like he was a kid again. He didn’t hate it either. “Well, since it looks like we are gonna be in Dallas for the rest of the day, do you wanna go grab some lunch or something? You are the only person I know in this city. Unless you are busy” Steven asked, not wanting to impose. “I have a better idea. Can you give me a couple minutes to grab my stuff and then we can talk about it?” she asked, getting up before the question even ended. “Um...yeah, sure” he said. Anna didn’t even turn to respond to his answer as she walked down the terminal. As she strutted away, Steven had to admit to himself: she had a great butt. Even though she looked to be in her early 40s, she still looked very good. About 15 minutes later, Anna returned to her seat with her luggage as well as a fresh cup of coffee. “Are you still interested in hearing my idea?” she asked, whispering to him as if it was some secret. “Yeah, let’s hear it” was all the Steven responded with “I was thinking of renting a car and driving to Orlando instead of spending another day, and possibly more, here. You are more then welcome to come with me. After talking and just feeling you out, you seem like a nice enough person. I could pay for the rental and everything that goes with it. I would even pay for gas” Anna laid out the plan, trying to make it sound as enticing as possible. Steven had to think about this for a minute. How well did he really know this women? Yes, she seemed nice, but she could just be faking it to get something out of him. “What’s the catch” he asked with a joking tone, but he really wanted to know. “That's what I wanted to talk to you about” she lowered her voice from a normal speaking voice to a whisper once again. “I want you to be my baby” Anna said bluntly...

Chapter 1 *Ding dong* "Daddy, daddy. The doorbell rang! It's Amanda" the little girl jumped up and down, waiting for her boyfriend to open the door. Jennifer knew she wasn't allowed to touch the door because that a "big girl responsibility" and she was far from a big girl. If her outfit was any indication, she shouldn't be allowed to be doing anything even a kindergartner could. The 27 year old was wearing her beautiful brown hair up in pigtails, held together by purple ribbons. Covering her torso was a purple football jersey. Those were the only clothes she had on, as evidence by her thick, white diaper on display. During the weekends, daddy had decided that Jennifer was not to wear pants. It made diaper checks and changes much easier. Plus, he just loved how cute she was waddling around with her padded bottom on display. Since her and Steve, the man she called daddy, lived in Minnesota, they were huge Minnesota Vikings fans. They made it a point to get covered in Vikings gear during game day. Today, was a special day however, as one of Jennifer's little friends was coming over to play while their daddies watch the game. She loved watching the game with Steve, but she liked coloring and playing dollies with Amanda more. After what felt like a mile walk to door for Jennifer, she stood right next to daddy as he opened the door to reveal the pair she was expecting. Once the excited little saw Amanda, she hopped onto outside and gave her a hug, not caring if her neighbors saw her padded underwear. Steve saw her and pulled her back into the house. "Let's wait for them to get into the house before you attack them" he said, looking to check if anyone was outside. He had no issue with the type of lifestyle he and Jennifer lived, but he knew that people were not very accepting. Once he got his little girl and the other couple inside, he welcomed the other boyfriend into their home. "Hey Andy, how have you been lately?" Steve asked as he embraced his friend in a hug. These four have been friends since they met each other 2 years ago. "Just living the dream Steve. This little one keeps me on my toes, that's for sure!" Andy said with a laugh as he ruffled Sarah's brown hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail. Steve smiled and responded with "Yeah, I know what you mean. My baby girl is always getting into trouble. Isn't that right princess?" He punctuated his sentence a pat to her bulky diaper, everyone's ears hearing the crinkle that followed. That comment drew a blush from the little one to his right. All she could do was look at the floor and mumble "No daddy, I'm a good girl..." Jennifer really wanted to stick her tongue out at home, but she knew that was a one way ticket to getting spanked. Wanting to turn the conversation in a different direction, Jennifer looked up her Amanda and told her that she admired her outfit. Amanda Smiled at her friend and said "Thanks, daddy picked it out for me. I like yours too." Andy had taught her to always be polite and she wanted to do anything she could to please daddy. Steve chimed in as well. "Jennifer loves wearing shortalls, she would even wear them during the winter if she could" he said, eyeing the denim overalls. In addition to that, he noticed the shirt underneath that had "MInnesota Vikings" written in glitter. The pink socks hidden under the low top Chuck Taylor's she was wearing completed the outfit. "Hey peanut" Andy said, trying to get his little one's attention. "Would you like daddy to take off your shortalls so you can be comfy?" Amanda nodded so fast, she looked like a bobblehead. "Yeah daddy, I wanna be twins with Jennifer!" she said, hopping up and down. It took a little longer, due to all the hopping, but he finally had his baby girl down to her shirt and diaper. Her padding, much like her friend's, was all white. She just thought it looked cuter. "Wow, you two really do look like twins!" Steve said with a smile. "The daddies are going to go watch some football. If you girls wanna come and watch with us, that is ok. If not, why don't you..." he didn't even have time to finish his sentence as he saw the two girls turn around and run towards the steps. The smile on his face only grew bigger as he noticed the obvious diaper waddles. "That might be the cutest thing I have ever seen" Andy chimed in, the smile on his face just as big. "Now, why don't we go catch some pregame" he said as he starting walking towards the living room. "Before we go into football mode, I just want to say that both me and Amanda are so glad to have found you and Jennifer and are glad to have you in our lives." "We feel the exact same way" Andy responded "Me and my little one talk about that day all the time. It feels like it was just yesterday." As both him and Steve sat down on the couch, they started to reminisce about that fun day... Steve knocked on the door, feeling a nervous tension in his stomach. His baby girl wanted to come, but he was not so sure. He had never been to something like this, but Jennifer had been before they were dating. Although, Steve knew how important this was to her, so he swallowed his nervous feeling and put on a smile as he looked at the beautiful girl next to him. The door slowly opened, as if it was a horror movie, to the smiling face of a women in her 40s. "Hi guys, I'm mommy Cassie! Welcome to the play party! Make yourself at home" the women said with the most infectious smile. "Thanks so much for inviting us" Steve answered, walking by her into the main room. Once they walked in, he felt like he had walked into some sort of daycare. Men and women of all ages were playing with toys, listening to their caregivers read them stories, and playing with other little ones. In the corner of the room, there was even 2 boys and 1 girl getting their diapers changed. A nervous look returned to Steve's face. Jennifer, on the other hand, had a huge smile and could not wait to start playing. He looked up at daddy and saw the look on his face. Was it a mistake to bring him here so early in the relationship? "Daddy, are you okay?" she asked, her left hand holding onto his right. He snapped out of his trance when he heard his little one's voice. "Yeah baby girl, of course" Steve answered, trying his best to look confident. "Now sweetie, how about you go find something to play with. Daddy has to go to the potty and go get a drink" He said, letting go of her hand. The smile that kept coming and going returned when he saw her toddle over to the baby blocks, her pink tutu bouncing up and down as she went. After Steve used the bathroom (more of an excuse to collect himself then to pee), he headed into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Pushing the pop and baby bottles full of milk aside, he finally found the beer. "Jackpot" he told himself as he reached for one. "Excuse me, can you grab me a beer" a mystery voice asked behind Steve. "Sure thing" he answered back as he grabbed a second Bud Light and turned around, handing it to the stranger. "Here you go man" he said. "Thanks so much" He said, sipping the beer before extending his free hand. "I'm Andy, by the way." "Steve" he responded, meeting his hand halfway to complete the greeting. After a minute of awkward silence, he asked "So, which one is yours?" Steve asked, looking of the room full of diaper clad adults. "That's my little Amanda right there" Andy replied, pointing over to a little one, wearing nothing save for a very thick diaper giggling as she shook a rattle. "Which one is yours?" he asked right back. "Jennifer is actually sitting right next to Sarah" Steve answered, watching his baby girl play with some baby blocks only feet from Sarah. After a minute, Jennifer looked over at the rattle in Sarah's hand and crawled over to her. "Looks like they might have a blossoming friendship on our hands" he laughed. They both made their way over to the girls, greeting both of them with a pat on their padded bottoms. They didn't want to bother their little girl's bonding/play time, so they just chatted to each other. Turns out they had quite a few mutual interests. Both of them like sports, video games, movies, and going out drinking as well as other things. After they got through all of their vanilla interests, Steve moved onto the reason they were both here. "So, how did you get mixed up in the wonderful world of diaper changes and bottle feedings?" Andy chuckled. "Well, we actually met on a fetish website. We both really liked each others profiles and decided to see if there was something between us. Turns out there was. As for the ABDL thing, we have both been into it for as long as we can remember. How about you two?" He had a feeling that he knew that Steve wasn't a lifelong ABDL like them just from his mannerisms. "Well, I was introduced to this world when my little one filled me in about 6 months into our relationship. I had never heard of this before, but it made her so happy, I figured I would learn about it. After doing some research, I figured out my personality was perfect for the daddy role. So, one day when she got home for work, I greeted her at the door with a diaper and a bottle and the rest is history." It truly was a little odd when Steve heard about it, but knew that Jennifer loved it. He wanted nothing more then to make her happy, so he jumped into it head first. "Thats awesome" Andy replied "I know a lot of vanilla people would have ran and hid at the thought of having to change their partner's diaper. When she told you about this lifestyle, what was your reaction?" Andy was genuinely curious. He had not met many caregivers, or littles for the matter, that started out vanilla and hopped the fence 100%. "Oh, I was freaked out" Steve said bluntly. "I had never heard of it before. At least when people say BDSM, you can get a picture in your mind of what that is. She then told me that it was a very gentle subculture of BDSM and that helped me a little bit. What really got me thinking this is something I should considering being a part of is when Jennifer told me how regressing made her feel. Just hearing how it made all the worries of the adult world go away and allowed her to just not have to worry about anything besides what she was doing at that moment. She said it in a much more in depth and heartwarming way then I am." Steve chuckled. "I completely understand. My little one is the same way. Her regressed state and her adult state are night and day different. I have one more question for you: how did you react when she showed you the diapers?" Andy always loved to hear how a newbie reacted when they were presented with a diaper covered in pink princesses or teddy bears. "Honestly, I thought they were pretty cute. I was expecting her to show me some diapers from a hospital or something like that, but these look like they were made for an actual baby. Also, I noticed how thick they were. I figured that people only wore diapers they could hide easily, but not these. Seeing them was one of the first moments I thought I could actually doing this. I imagined seeing her walking around the house in those and it looked more adorable than I thought it would" Steve, once again, let out a small chuckle. "You got that right, except one thing" Andy put on a serious face "she was waddling around the house, not walking" Both of them shared a good laugh at that remark. "Very true" Steve answered once he caught his breath "Especially when she introduced me to double diapering. I would have never thought of that. My heart nearly melted when I saw her toddle around with a double diaper." "It won't change. We have been living this lifestyle pretty much 24/7 for over a year and Amanda still does stuff that makes my knees weak. That is one of the perks of an ABDL relationship: those moments never stop coming." Andy was so glad he had met this other daddy. It seems like they meshed well and so did their little ones. After another hour of chatting, as well as a bottle feeding and a couple diaper changes, the party was wrapping up. Andy got Amanda back into her shorts and t shirt. Once they were both at the door, Steve offered out a piece of paper with his phone number on it. "Here, why don't you send me a text so we both have each other's number? It seems like our little ones are on their way to being fast friends. I have a feeling a playdate will be needed in the near future." Andy took the paper and responded "Absolutely. Amanda and Jennifer looked like they had an amazing time. Why don't you say bye bye baby?" He motioned to Amanda as she brought her fingers into her palm and then straight up a couple times: the typical baby wave. Jennifer, without any asking from her daddy, did the same back to her new friend. She knew they were gonna be bestest friends.

I figured I should address an issue apparently a lot of people have with my writing and it being a preview from my Patreon. Yes, this is only part of one chapter of a multiple chapter story. Yes, I am trying to get a way to earn some money doing what I love: writing. No, I am not perfect and might mess some things up along the way. However, I plan on doing things the way I have been doing them. Not everything I post here is a Patreon preview. I have posted, at the time of writing this, 5 chapters of my story "Well, will you" as well as "Crinkling in the rain". I am planning on putting out more free content as well in the very near future. I am doing my best as someone just starting out. I will have some wins and some losses. You might just have to bare with me as I go through the growing pains of becoming an ABDL writer.

Chapter 5 Emily had absolutely no idea what Marcus had planned, but she was totally ok with him and trusted him. Normally, when she had to mess her diaper, she would just find a spot behind their couch at home and do her business. Since everything during the day so far had been a fun mystery, she just rolled with it as she bounced on Marcus’s hip. Once they got to the couch, Marcus placed his little one on his lap, making sure she was facing him. Bringing his legs together, he put one leg on either side of his knees. This made sure the her legs were spread wide open and she had a good view of him. As he spread his legs just a little bit to bring her legs a little further apart, he told her part of the plan. “So, before you make a stinky in your dipey, we need to relieve some of the pressure. Daddy needs you to soak your Huggies so that all you will have to concentrate on later is making a messy for me!” “Ok daddy” she told him, having done this a couple of times. It was much easier to wet herself when daddy was basically holding her legs apart. Plus, she had to be honest, she loved the humiliation aspect of it. Wetting her diaper on daddy’s lap was something only a baby did, not a big girl. She loved that feeling. Right before she let the floor gates open, she felt Marcus’ hand find it’s was to her padded crotch. “Alright princess, it’s ok to go pee pee now” he told her with a smile. His smile grew wider as, not 5 seconds later, he could feel his palm get warm. He was so glad that she was comfortable enough to release when his hand was mere inches from her crotch. It showed one of the ultimate acts of submission and he couldn’t be happier. “Wow, such a wet dipey for such a little girl” he cooed, patting her swollen padding a couple times to make his point. All Emily could do was blushed as she looked between her legs. She loved dry diaper pats, but not nearly as much as wet diaper pats. The squishy feeling and the way her diaper swelled made it a million times better. “Good girl. Now that you made your Huggies all pee pee wet, it’s time to fill up the other half” he said, patting her bottom. The warm feeling let him know that she really had to go. She rarely, if ever, soaked the back in one wetting. Once he felt her try to hop off him, he held her hips tight. “No baby girl, you will make your stinky right here, on daddy’s lap.” Emily went wide eyed. What? He had never made her do that before. “But daddy…” was all she could think to say. She was almost 100% sure that arguing with him would do nothing, but she wanted to at least try. She had never done anything like this before. “No buts baby. Also, don’t even try to use your puppy dog eyes to get out of this. Daddy wants you to make a poopy diaper right her” Marcus told her, making giving her no wiggle room whatsoever. “If you don’t want to, I have some things in the nursery that might be able to help you out.” “No daddy, I can do it” Emily told him, letting the pacifier fall from her mouth. It would be nearly impossible to do what she was about to do with her binky in her mouth. She knew this was it. The moment of truth. With a couple reassuring bottom pats from daddy, she figured now was as good a time as any. She must have been ready to go. Once she started pushing, she immediately felt her Huggies fill up. Doing her business on Marcus’ lap wasn’t as bad as she thought it was going to be. It was basically like sitting on the potty except her legs were a little further apart. She pushed again, this time hearing a fart come out. She didn’t care how embarrassing this looked our sounded, she just wanted to get it out of her body. Watching his little girl strain made Marcus do everything he could not to giggle. He was, however, happy that she was comfortable enough to poop her diapers on his lap. With the way she was so apprehensive, he wasn’t sure if she would be ok with it. Clearly, he was wrong. After a couple more minutes, Marcus ran his hand over the mound sagging in the back of her padding. “Is my baby girl all done?” Emily had to catch her breathe. She had never had to push so hard to mess in her entire life. When she heard the comment Marcus made, her blush suddenly returned. Locking eyes with daddy, she gave a slight nod and confirmed “Yeah daddy, I’m all empty.” “Funny, it feels like you are pretty full to me” he told her with a couple pats at the mess in her diaper. Seeing a smile grow on her face and a giggle escape her lips, he was glad. She was not embarrassed about it. That was what babies do after all. “Now that you made stinky like daddy asked, I think it’s time we get a certain diaper butt into her puff puff Huggies” Marcus told her as he set her down on her feet. He figured carrying her would make the clean up way worse. “Yay, puff puff Huggies!” Emily yelled as she popped her pacifier back in her mouth. Once her feet hit the ground, she was even more excited to get into new diapers. Her feet slid even further apart then before in order to accommodate for the added contents of her diaper. She knew she was in for a comically large waddle as she went to the nursery, to which daddy would have a front row seat. She was right. Marcus stood behind the girl and, with a pat of her diaper, told her to head to the nursery. Once she got moving, he could melted into a puddle with the cuteness she was putting out. Her gait was so much wider and it showed. She toddled from one foot to the other, he figured it was to keep the mess mostly in one spot. Whatever the reason, she looked like a toddler trying to take her first steps and it made him smile. Once they got to the nursery door, Emily pulled it open. As she was pulling she lost her balance and started to fall backwards. Thankfully, just as she was about to hit the floor, daddy caught her by the armpits and held her up. “Fanks daddy, dat would have been a poopy explosion!” She smiled up at her caregiver. “Of course baby, daddy would never want you to get hurt” Marcus said, giving her a kiss on her forehead as he put her back on her feet. Thank god he had quick reflexes or else he would have had to clean up the world’s worst blowout. Once they got to the changing table, Marcus picked up his little girl by the armpits and placed her on her back. Hearing the slight crinkle of the changing table cover mixed with the squish of his baby girl’s diaper put another smile on his face. He swore he was going to have a smile the whole trip. As Emily was laying on the changing table, the first thing that got her attention was her full diaper. Once daddy set her down, she could feel it squish as well as the mess spreading. While she definitely didn’t like that feeling, she didn’t hate it either. It made her her feel feel small. It also made her feel loved and protected, which was the most important of all. The second thing she noticed was just how massive the changing table was. She was not a small women and, at 5’3”, felt like the table was going to swallow her up. She looked up and saw the mobile spinning above her that Emily had completely missed when she was first shown the nursery. Mini stuffed versions of baby items spun above her. A bottle, diaper pin, pacifier, stuffed bear, and sippy cup danced along to a quiet melody that almost put her in a trance. After Marcus had snapped the belt around her tummy to keep her from falling off, he noticed something that was off. “I will be right back baby girl” he said, running into the living room and grabbing a few things. Daddy returned, handing the baby girl Cuddles as well as a pink rattle to keep her occupied during the change. “There you go. Now, let’s get these stinky Huggies off” He cooed to her as he gave her a quick tummy tickle. Letting out a laugh, Emily’s attention moved from her daddy to both the mobile and Cuddles. While pretending to make the stuffed bunny shake the rattle, her ears caught the sounds of tapes being pulled free. “Thank god, no more poopy diaper” she thought as the last tape was pulled free. As the front of her infantile underwear was pulled down, she felt the cool air around her privates. It sent a shiver up her spine. Once the front panel was pulled down, Marcus examined the damage. “Wow, you made lots of stinkies” he said, expecting to see a blushing baby. When he looked at her, she was not focused on him at all. Emily was much more interested in her stuffie and the mobile then him and he was totally ok with that. “Thank god I have a full tub of wipes” he told himself as he used the front of the diaper to get as much of her mess as he could. Once that was finished, Marcus popped the top on the wipes tub and got to work. While this was far from an ideal position to be in, he would do it anytime if it meant Emily was happy. As daddy cleaned her up, Emily decided to move to the mobile. She don’t know how he did it, but Marcus made it so it was just far enough away to be out of her grasp. Occasionally, she would get a fingertip on one of them, feeling she amazing softness. As she was reaching for the diaper pin, daddy touched her nose to snap her out of her trance. “Sweetheart, it’s time for diaper snow” he told her using his most syrupy tone, trying to catch her attention. With the smile he saw form around her binky’s shield, he knew he had it. “Dipey snow!” she cooed around the pacifier. This was her favorite part of the changing process. It felt so good and smelled even better, especially after what was just around her waist a minute ago. “But before that, we need to get your dipeys ready” he said, grabbing a thick medical diaper as well as some padding covered with Disney princesses. He had to special order those from someone in the community, but he knew it was worth it be the scream his little one let out. “Pwincesses!” she yelled loud enough to alert the whole town. She had no idea where daddy got them, but she didn’t care. She was about to be wearing Disney diapers and that was all that mattered. “Yes baby, princesses. Now, let’s get your puff puff Huggies ready.” Marcus laid the medical diaper out on the crib mattress a foot away and grabbed some scissors from under the changing table. Making sure to do it plenty, he cut tons of slits in the plastic, allowing for her urine to drain into the second diaper. Reaching below the table one last time, he grabbed two stuffers. One for each diaper. Placing one in the Disney diaper, he lifted her butt up and placed it under her bottom. Repeating the process with the white diaper, he knew that must have felt amazing to his little one. “Now, it’s time for the snow” Marcus announced like he was announcing the entrance of a king into a castle. He shook tons of powder onto her diaper area, making sure to get every crease covered. Emily just laid her head back and sighed. This was amazing. How has everyone not tried this? Nursing a steady rhythm on the rubber nipple in her mouth, she felt her mind slip into another level of regression. Once Marcus closed the cap, he made quick work of taping up both diapers. Once his little one was all clean and dry, he gave her bulky diaper a couple pats and tickled her tummy again. “There we go peanut, all clean and dry in your puff puff Huggies” he continued to use his syrupy voice to regress her. “Me wuv ou dada” she told him around her paci, barely able to get the words out. Her brain was baby mush at this point, not caring about anything but daddy cuddles and thick diapers. “I love you too baby girl” he punctuated with a kiss on her binky. Big girl Emily was officially gone and baby Emily was unpacking her bags. Perfect.

Kevin’s eyes fluttered open, slowing waking from his nap on the couch. The sound of rain made that harder, considering that was the sound he would turn on his white noise machine to fall asleep at night. But wait, he hadn’t turned on his white noise machine. Where was that rain noise coming from? He slowly sat up, wiped the sleep from his eyes, and rested his body against the top of the sofa. Rain came down from the sky and lashed the windows. It wasn’t a hard rain, but just enough to ruin his plans for the day. “Darn it!” the 20 year old shouted, the implications of this rain storm just now hitting. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked as he walked into the living room from the kitchen. He used the dish towel over his shoulder to dry his hands from the dishes he just washed. “Look outside daddy, it’s raining” Kevin answered, sounding dejected. He didn’t even look back at his boyfriend, just staring out the window and silently cursing the rain. “Yeah, I know buddy. What’s wrong with that?” he asked back, already knowing the answer. He often asked those type of questions and allowed Kevin to answer. Jason knew things like that were subtle ways to slip his little boy further into little space. “What’s wrong with that?!?!” Kevin asked, flabbergasted. Did daddy really forget our plans today? “We were gonna go to the park today and now our day is ruined…” As 26 year old Jason slowly walked up to where his Kevin was in front of the window, he made sure to give his bottom a couple pats, which were followed by a couple not so subtle crinkles. With his baby boy only wearing his thick diaper, there was nothing to quiet the plastic backed padding. “Our day is not ruined buddy, we can find lots of other stuff to do. How about we play a board game?” “No, that sounds boring” Kevin pouted, slipping around and flopping on his padded tushy with his arms crossed. He wanted to go to the park and that’s it. “What about a puzzle? Maybe some coloring? A Disney movie marathon with yummy popcorn perhaps?” Jason just wanted to throw as many ideas out as possible in case something sounded interesting. “NO, I WANNA GO TO THE PARK!” Kevin screamed, looking daddy straight in the face. “Well, looks like I know what you are going to be doing. Writing lines” Jason told him, meeting his gaze. Kevin just realized what he did. “No daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you!” “Well, you did buddy. It’s either you can write some lines or daddy will take you over his knee and spank your butt until it hurts to sit” Jason used a tone he knew sent shivers up his boyfriend’s spine. He know there was nothing he could do. Kevin stood up silently and waddled his way into the kitchen. Just before he sat down, he felt Jason grab his shoulder followed by 2 fingers entered the leg band of his diaper. “All dry...for now” he announced as he removed his fingers and gave the bulky padding between Kevin’s legs a squeeze just to make sure. Even though he was not happy with his baby boy, that doesn’t mean he had to neglect his daddy duties. Once Kevin sat down, Jason walked over to their junk cupboard and pulled out a notebook and a pen. Putting them down in front of the 20 year old, he pulled out his daddy voice and told Kevin “I want you to write ‘I will not yell at daddy’ 50 times and then we can figure out what to do with the rest of our day.” Kevin really wanted to argue, but knew that lines were better than spankings. Daddy had such hard swats that really hurt even when he spanked him with his diaper on. Lines were boring, but they didn’t hurt. Jason headed back into the living room, leaving his little guy to do his punishment in peace. Walking over to the closet, he reached into the back. Wiggling his arm around a bit, he was able to find what he was looking for. Once he brought it into his sight, he smiled and whispered “perfect” to himself. After 15 minutes of tidying the house, making his bed, and just doing small chores, Jason headed back to the kitchen to check on Kevin’s progress. Just as he walked in, his little man was putting the finishing touches on the last line. “Done daddy” he said, pulling his face from the paper to reveal a big smile. No matter how mad he was at daddy for not being able to go to the park today, he still loved him lots and lots. There is no way he could stay mad at him. Walking over to take a peek at the lines, Jason was satisfied. He wanted to look his baby in the eyes, so he got down on one knee next to the chair. “Do you know why daddy made you write lines?” “Because I yelled at you daddy. I’m sorry” Kevin gave a heartfelt apology as he even felt a tear roll down his cheek. Daddy took his thumb and wiped the tear off his face. “I know you are baby boy. It’s just sometimes you get a little too angry and daddy doesn’t want that. I just want to see you as a happy baby. You know daddy still loves you right? There is nothing you could do to make me stop loving you.” “I know daddy” he responded by wrapping his arms around his boyfriend in a bear hug. Kevin loved his daddy so much and couldn’t imagine his life without. Most people met through mutual friends and dating apps, but him and daddy met on Fetlife 2 years. Every day since has been an amazing adventure he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. Once he could feel Kevin’s grip tighten, Jason moved a little back and gave his prince a smile. “Guess what? I found something we could do for fun today” he felt pretty confident his little boy would love his plan. With his smile only growing bigger, he could barely contain his excitement. “Really daddy, what is it?” “I think we should go outside and place” he said, noticing the a quizzical look starting to form on Kevin’s face. “But it’s still raining” the diaper clad adult said as he turned his head, looking at the window to make sure he was correct. Yup, still coming down. “I know buddy, why don’t you head into the living room and see what’s waiting there” Jason said, almost guiding his baby boy with his hand. Once Kevin turned the corner, he toddled over to what was laying on the couch: a baby blue rain poncho. It had been forever since he had worn this thing. Slipping it over his head, the bottom of the garment fell to his knees. It then clicked in his head. “Are we gonna go splash in the puddles?!?” “Bingo” was all that Jason needed to say as he reached into the closet and grabbed an umbrella. “Are you ready to play?” he asked, smiling as the big toddler nodded and bounced from one foot to the other. “Alright, let’s go” Jason said as he opened the door. Kevin sprinted out the door like the Flash. A crinkling Flash, but as fast as him nonetheless. Once he got to the driveway, however, he stopped in his tracks. Kevin scanned the area, trying to find the biggest puddle to splash in first. Looking left then right, he zeroed in on a massive puddle by the curb at the bottom of the driveway. As Kevin hurried to the curb, Jason just smiled at the carefree nature of the 20 year old in front of him. That little boy didn’t care about anything at this moment besides the puddle. Not that it was raining, not that he had nothing but a flapping rain poncho covering a thick diaper decorated with baby blocks and toy cars, nothing. All he wanted to do was splash in that puddle. Waddling as fast as his bulky padding would allow, he made his way towards the puddle. “Liftoff in 3...2...1…” he yelled, followed by “blastoff!” as Kevin hopped in the air and landed in the puddle with his bare feet. He swore the splash that he made was almost as tall as he was! This was so much more fun than the park. Thank goodness it decided to rain today. Jacob kept a close eye on his little man as he skipped up and down the curb, making a big splash with every landing. It looked like he was having the time of his life and the man Kevin called daddy wanted to do nothing to get in the way. Toddlers can be little balls of energy and his was no exception, just a little scaled up. After a little while, however, splashing in the same spots got boring to Kevin. “Daddy, can we go to the backyard and see if there are any big puddles there?” he asked, figured it would be fine. “Sure buddy, let’s go” he answered, taking the soaking wet hand of his little one. Once they got to the back, Jason smiled as there tons of new spots for his little guy to play. Before he let him go however, daddy made sure to grab the neckline of Kevin’s poncho and pulling it over his head, leaving him in just his diaper. Since they had a fenced in backyard, Kevin had been in just his babyish underwear multiple times back here with no worries. Plus, Jason just thought Kevin looked adorable waddling around in nothing but a diaper. With a pat on his baby boy’s puffy butt, he told him to go play and have fun. Kevin headed into the yard and did exactly what he did in the front yard, but this time with renewed vigor due to the change of venue. He giggled as he could feel his diaper slowly getting soggier and soggier due to the rain rolling down his body and past his waistband. He didn’t care. Soggy diapers were for daddies to worry about. Just as Jason was pulling out his phone to send off a quick text, his eyes caught Kevin falling. He must have been running to fast and lost control. It seemed to happen in slow motion as he his little man slip and fall, butt first, into the puddle. A massive splash followed, but he imagined those were not the only waterworks coming. Once Kevin had landed on the ground, the tears almost immediately followed. “Daddy!” he called out, not caring who heard. He just wanted his daddy to make everything better. He could feel the puddle water gushing past the lag gathers and making his diaper swell, but he didn't care. He wasn’t doing anything without his daddy next to him. Jason hurried over to Kevin and helped him to his feet. “Oh no buddy. Are you ok?” he asked as he brought him in for a hug, patting his back to calm him down. Jason’s hand moved down to give him diaper pats, but the seat of his padding was caked in mud. He could also tell it was pretty swollen. Poor baby. Once daddy arrived, the crying turned into a whimper. “My knee hurts daddy. Can you make it all better?” “Of course, let’s go get you a band aid. We have the Superman ones. After that, we will give you a nice bubble bath, wrap you up in a clean dipey, and get you a yummy chocolate milk bottle. How does that sound?” Jason asked, knowing that would make his little boy feel better. “Good” Kevin replied, wiping the tears from his eyes. How he could tell what was tears and what was rain was anyone’s guess. As he walked with daddy, he had to move his legs farther apart then normal to make room for the sagging diaper between his knees. He just wanted to get inside to get clean. As he opened the back door, Jason motioned for Kevin to go in first. “Alright, let’s go get a nice bubble bath for my little man” he said with a quick tickle. He smiled as Kevin giggled, knowing he was already starting to feel better. As they walked up the stairs, Kevin just wondered “What have I done to deserve a loving daddy like this?”

Chapter 4 The sound of muffled cries filled the living room of the cabin for the next several minutes. Once Marcus had stopped crying, he figured Emily would be far behind. She wasn’t. He had no issue with that. Whether it was a shoulder to cry on, a diaper change, or a refill for her bottle, he was going to make her happy. He would move heaven and earth to make sure she was comfortable and happy. Just letting her cry to her heart’s content, he lightly patted her back, giving her any bit of comfort he could. Once Emily had stopped crying, she wiped the last tear from her eye and looked up at her daddy. “I’m sorry for crying so much daddy” was all the came from her mouth. Marcus gave her a kiss on the lips and smiled at her. “There is no need to be sorry little one. Daddy would let you do anything to make you happy. I’m just grateful you haven’t asked me to rob a bank yet. One wiggle of your padded tushy and those puppy dog eyes and I would have no choice but to go out and buy the ski masks.” Emily couldn’t help but giggle at that. She knew it was true. Marcus had never done anything that made her sad. Reason 29 of 249,392 she loved him as much as she did. “I love you so much daddy.” “I love you more then you will ever know baby girl” he punctuated with a kiss on her cheek. “Now, I think a certain girl has some coloring to do. And, of course, we can’t start without this” Marcus said as he popped her pacifier back in her mouth and put the yellow colored pencil back in her hand. A smile showed around the shield of her binky as she gave daddy one last hug and then laid back down, getting ready to color him a masterpiece she was sure would make it on the fridge. “You stay here and color, baby, while daddy heads into the kitchen and bakes us some sweet treats for tomorrow” he announced, making sure to give his baby a couple pats on her Huggies as he left the room. “How did I get so lucky?” Marcus whispered to himself as he make his way into the kitchen. Humming along to “Kiss the Girl” from The Little Mermaid as is played through the soundbar, Emily finally finished coloring the sun. “Dat took foweber” she told herself out loud, chuckling a little bit at the toddler talk coming out of her mouth due to her paci. Now came the hard decision: what color should the castle be? She never took these decisions lightly. Looking at the colored pencils in front of her for 30 seconds, she grabbed the grey. Bringing it down to the paper, she thought to herself “No, gray is boring” then threw it back in the pile. A minute passed and still nothing. Since she was stuck, she wondered what color was daddy’s favorite. “Of course, purple!” Emily pulled out the purple and began to color the castle the princess lived in, knowing daddy would absolutely love it. Halfway through her castle, she heard the some end. Slowly, the music ramped up and she immediately knew the song: You’ve got a friend in me from Toy Story. Before she even had a second to think about how much she loved those movies, she felt her body get pulled into the air as daddy picked her up and placed her on his hip. “You’ve got a friend in me!” Marcus sang, holding a whisk up to his mouth as if it was a microphone. Him and his little girl loved this song and always sang it together. After his verse, he put the utensil up to Emily’s face. “You’ve got a friend in me!” She sang back, spitting the paci out of her mouth. She loved this song, but she loved how silly daddy got when he sang it more. While he was silly around her pretty often, this was by far the craziest he got. Bringing the “microphone” back to his mouth, he finished up the verse “When the road looks rough ahead and your miles and miles from your nice, warm bed. Just remember what your old pal said.” Once the part she remembered came back, Emily stuck her face next to the mic and they both sang “boy, you got a friend in me!” Bouncing his baby girl on his hip, Marcus pretended to dance with her as they bounced around the room. He smiled as Emily pretended playing a trumpet and he joined in by playing fake piano with his free hand. These were the moments that both of them loved more than any other. The moments that weren’t planned or thought out. That was what gave their relationship life. It seemed like every moment they were doing something crazy together, their relationship was growing stronger. Once the song faded out, both of them were out of breath. Jumping around the room dancing with a 2 year old is hard work. Before he put her down, Marcus gave his little singing queen a couple pats on her padded tushy. “Daddy has to go check on our treats. Why don’t your finish your coloring?” Before Marcus let her answer, he hustled back into the kitchen and grabbed her half finished bottle from dinner. “Here princess, why don’t your try to finish your ba ba before you finish coloring.” “Otay dada” Emily responded as she put her binky back in her mouth. Once she put her eyes back on her sheet, she noticed the pencil wasn’t where she left it. She figured that makes sense because of all the dancing. She looked for a minute and found it under the couch. “Dhere ou are” she mumbled as she grabbed the purple pencil and went back to work coloring. She worked hard on the princess coloring sheet, making sure to stay in the lines. She always prided herself on her coloring ability and was the most neat out of all of her little friends. She was also careful to listen to daddy and nursed her bottle throughout the coloring process. Once the last drop of milk was nursed from the bottle’s nipple, she used her free hand to color the last part of the princess’ dress. Emily was so happy with her amazing job and she wanted to show Marcus immediately. Due to the thickness of the diaper she was currently sporting, she hopped up and waddled her way into the kitchen. To make sure he saw it as soon as she walked in the entrance, she made sure to hold it out in front of her with her arms extended. Just as Marcus put the lid on the delicious treats he had cooked up for himself and his baby girl tomorrow, he heard a tell tale thumping of feet that told him one thing: his little princess was about excited to show him something. “Daddy! Daddy” she yelled, her pigtails bouncing up and down as she ran “Wook at what i drawed!” Emily was absolutely beaming, and why wouldn’t she be? This might be the best coloring she had ever done. Letting his eyes focus on the princess standing outside the castle, he let a massive smile take over his face. “Oh my goodness, that is amazing baby girl! You are such a good artist! You know what? Why don’t we put this on the fridge so daddy can look at every time he goes to get you nummies and babas?” “Gweat idea” Emily giggled, beaming with pride that daddy thought her drawing was amazing. She toddled her way over to the fridge and grabbed a pink magnet. Of course princess drawings belong to be hung with a pink magnet. Sticking the picture on the fridge, it felt like it might as well be displayed at the Louvre. Her smile only grew when she felt daddy pat her padded bottom a couple times. Diaper pats were her addiction as well as her kryptonite. “Now, daddy has an idea. How about I fill up your baba with some chocolate milk and we go and watch a movie? You have about 2 hours until bed, so I think a movie would be the perfect thing to help you get ready. The only thing we need to do before we watch the movie is get you ready for nite nite time. Is that ok?” Marcus knew that his little baby loved getting ready for bedtime. He was glad because he knew a couple other mommies and daddies who’s little one’s don’t like bedtime nearly as much. “Yay, nite nite time” She cooed with a smile on her face as she hugged daddy. She wanted to watch a movie as well and chocolate milk bottles were her absolute favorite, but she knew what getting ready for bed time meant. “Puff puff dipey!” “Yes baby girl, puff puff dipey time. Before we get you changed though, do you have to go pee pee or make a stinky? I know it’s been a while since you have gone potty and daddy doesn’t want you to be sick.” Marcus knew that Emily wasn’t a huge fan of messing her diapers, but if she was going to be a baby all weekend, poopy diapers were part of the deal. He didn’t love changing poopy diapers, but it made his baby girl happy to mess her diapers sometimes, so he put up with it with a smile. Emily looked down at the floor, her cheeks bright red. “Yeah daddy, I gotta go pee pee and poopy…” her voice trailed off. Her little side was not a huge fan of poopy diapers, but it is what it is. Babies use their diapers. For everything. “Hey sweetie” Marcus knelt down and looked her in the eyes “It’s ok that you need to go poopy. You are a baby and babies make stinky in their diapers. Daddy is not mad at you at all. He just wants to see his baby girl happy and healthy. Now, how about we fill up this dipey before we get you into your puff puff Huggies?” He then picked up the blushing girl, placed her on his hip, and carried her over to the couch.

This is a sample of an ongoing story I am writing for my Patreon subscribers. Only $10 and you will be able to get access to all the stories I write. If you are interested in subscribing, copy and paste this: patreon.com/thatdaddyfellow __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Is my little girl excited for her visit to the doctor?” Mommy said as she looked back at my in the rear view mirror. “Yeah, super excited” I told her, the sarcasm practically dripping off of my words as the came out of my mouth. “Is my baby being sassy?” She looked back at me in the mirror with one eyebrow up. I immediately know that she meant business. All I could see was her dirt brown hair tied into a ponytail, her right eye, and that eyebrow positioned in the last place it want it to be. “Of course not mommy. It’s just...who really LIKES going to the doctor?” “When I was a kid, I did” mommy told me with that matter of fact tone in her voice. “In fact, I remember a time when I was around 7. I wanted to go to the doctor’s office so badly I took a red marker and drew red dots all over myself. I wanted my mom to think I had chicken pox so she would take me to see doctor Shelly. I think I liked it so much because she was such a nice lady and I felt special every time I went there. Either that or the lollipop at the end” she said with a small laugh. As we took a left, a smile emerged on her face as she saw the front of the building. “Look sweetie, we’re here” she told me in a sing song voice as she pulled into the parking lot. As I got a look at the building, it just looked like any normal store she would see on any road in any city in America. All I knew is that mommy paid a lot of money to get this “special” visit to the doctor to happen. She had to actually buy the building as well as all the stuff inside. I thought she was crazy when she told me a couple weeks ago, but she told me it was going to be used more than just a doctor’s office. She even added in a wink to make me wonder even more. When you are a lawyer, however, you are able to spend money on stuff like that. Include my big girl job of a veterinarian and we live pretty comfortably. The rear driver’s side door opening up brought me back to the present. Mommy showed me a huge smile, no doubt very excited to show her little one all the work she had put in just for her. “Are you ready to go princess? If you want to, you can take Charlie with” my lovely girlfriend told me as she unbuckled me and helped me out of the sedan. Of course I was going to take Charlie with me, what kind of a question was that? I took him with me everywhere I went. The teddy bear’s soft fur was something that calmed me down regardless of the situation. Everything from cuddling with him during playtime to having to deal with the mean owner of one of her patients, I knew that Charlie would be there to comfort me. As they walked up the concrete walkway towards the front door, mommy’s hand in my right hand and Charlie bear in my right, I was glad I picked a short sleeve shirt on such a warm day. To be fair, it was a short sleeve onesie, but only me and mommy knew that. No patterns or anything, just a light pink color. I wasn’t sure where this place was located, so I wanted to make sure that I was a low key as possible with my little side. The onesie was tucked into a pair of tight blue jeans. I often went for a pair of sweatpants when wearing a onesie, but I know mommy loved the way my butt looked in these jeans and I wanted to make her happy. She did something nice for me, so I was going to do something nice for her. Once we reached the door, she smiled down at me. She was naturally 3 inches taller than me, never mind the heels she was currently wearing. They looked amazing combined with the black dress she was sporting. “She looks like she is ready for night at the oprah as opposed to taking her baby girl to a doctor’s appointment” I thought. She did’ however, look sexy as hell. Once we got home, I was going to rip the dress off… “Are you ready baby?” She asked, more of a rhetorical question then anything, as she opened the door to building. Mommy knew I was still a little apprehensive, so she want in first and let me follow. Once I got a view of the inside, I was blown away: I looked exactly like the waiting room of a real doctor’s office. Chairs lined the white walls. There was even toys on the floor for the little ones to play with as they waited. The last thing I saw was the front desk, completely with a very beautiful women in her mid 20s smiling back at us. “Welcome” she announced with a syrupy sweet tone as we walked up to the desk. “How are you doing today?” she asked mommy, almost ignoring me. I looked at the name tag she was wearing. Kayla. What a pretty name. “We are doing great. We are here for out appointment” Mommy answered her with almost the same tone that made my little side go wild. All I wanted to do was cuddle Charlie to calm me down. “Ok. You must be Kelsey Anderson” Kayla said, flashing a big smile at mommy. She nodded back at the lady. I couldn’t remember the last time I was allowed to call mommy Kelsey. When we were at home, it was only mommy. Any mention of her real name would end in a spanking. I learned pretty quickly it was mommy or nothing at all.

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Mommy Dom/Little Boy

This is just a sample of one of a few stories I am writing for my Patreon subscribers. After repressing my writing dreams for as long as I can remember, I have realized that I love it! I love to express things from my mind to others, especially in the AB/DL community. If you are interested in helping me live my dream, become a supporter here: https://www.patreon.com/thatdaddyfellow __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Towels?” Amy called out, going through the checklist in her head “Check” Justin called out, putting the 2 large beach towels in the bag. “And finally, sunscreen?” Amy made sure to ask for the most important item last. “And...check” he searched the room for a second and eyed the spray, tossing it in the bag. “Looks like we have everything we need to have tons of fun at the beach. All we need to do is get into our swimsuits. Can you wait here while I get mine on?” Amy asked, knowing that he will listen to anything she says. “Yup” Justin replied. “Excuse me?” was all the response that she needed to get his attention. “Sorry. Yes...mommy” he replied sheepishly, looking down at the ground. “That’s better baby boy” she replied with a smirk as she headed back to their bedroom to get changed. It had been a year since Amy and Justin have turned their relationship into a MD/LB relationship with AB/DL mixed in. Not that this is the first time they had been kinky. They had been heavy into the Dom/Sub scene ever since they met. However, one day, Justin brought up the idea of a lighter side of their dynamic and told her about MD/LB. Instead of rejecting the idea, she was interested in starting it almost immediately and they have been a happy mommy and baby boy ever since. No matter how many times he had to call his girlfriend mommy, it would make him blush every single time. However, he was fine with that. The humiliation was one of the things that turned him on about this dynamic. Men, in general, are supposed to be the lead in the relationship and having to take a back seat to his partner was both erotic and embarrassing at the same time. A big plus in their relationship is that they are not exclusively in this dynamic. They go out dinner as a couple, go to movies, argue about bills, and all the normal stuff couples do. Justin thought that he would have gotten burnt out if he was forced to be mommy’s little boy all the time. 5 minutes later, Amy emerged from the bedroom and nearly made Justin’s jaw drop. Her beautiful blonde hair fell down her shoulder blades and drove all the boys wild. The bottom of her hair landed on the back of her black bikini top which did not leave much to the imagination. Neither did the cutoff jean shorts she looked like she was poured into. Completing the outfit was a pair of yellow sandals that showed off her beautiful feet, complete with yellow toenails to match. “Wow mommy, you look sexy as hell” her little boy said, which kinda seemed a little odd coming out of his mouth. Normally the compliments he gave her were “pretty” or “adorable”, but never sexy. “Thanks sweetie. Now it’s time to get you ready. Let’s go” she announced as she took his hand and guided him into the bedroom. Once they were both in and the door was shut, she wasted no time with taking his shirt off, leaving his hairless chest bare. Even though he was 22, she had decided that he was going to be hairless from head to toe. It was one of the things that she made sure he kept up with in their relationship. Justin, on the other hand, was embarrassed by his lack of body hair. Whenever he would wear shorts, he would get looks from other guys. Having no chest hair is no big deal, but no leg hair made him a little self conscious. Noticing that look in her baby boy’s eyes, she ran her hands up and down his soft body. “Such a smooth baby boy. Mommy loves it when her baby follows her directions” she whispered in his ear as continued to rub her hands all over him. “Now, let’s get those pants and big boy underwear off.” All he could do was stand still as the women he called mommy unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down his legs, making sure to grab his black boxers as well. While he stood in front of Amy, he was so embarrassed he just wanted to melt into the floor. He knew what was coming next. “Can you be mommy’s helper and go get your supplies?” Amy cooed at him, knowing full well he knew what she expected from him. Walking as slowly as possible by shuffling his feet, Justin walked to the closet to get the supplies. Reaching to the top shelf, he grabbed the baby powder as well as a PeekABU diaper with a stuffer inside. Those were mommy’s favorite diapers to see on him and, honestly, he thought they were pretty cute too. Once he brought the items back to her, Amy helped guide her little boy’s bottom onto the extra towel she placed on the floor as a makeshift changing table. “Let’s get you all padded and comfy” she cooed like a mother talking to her toddler. Making sure to use a liberal amount of baby powder, she slowly taped the thick diaper onto her baby. “Oh my goodness, you just look adorable! Yes you do!” Amy used her sappy tone that she knew turned Justin into jelly. “Now, why don’t you go pack your baby bag and go get some clothes to wear to beach...unless you just wanna wear your cute little diaper” she concluded with a smack to his padded butt. As if on auto-pilot, he made his way to the Winnie the Pooh backpack he used as his makeshift diaper bag. On his way there, he noticed that his walk had turned into more of a waddle as the diaper combined with the stuffer was thicker than he was used to. He made quick work on pack a couple extra diapers as well as the powder and wipes into the bag. Justin double checked his bag to made sure he had everything and added two extra diapers just to be safe. If he didn’t have enough diapers, Amy would make him stay in the last diaper until he got home. His mind went back to a car ride 2 months ago when he had to sit in a full diaper for 2 hours because he thought he had enough padding to last the whole trip. Nope, no way that was going to happen again. Once his bag was packed to his satisfaction, he began looking for clothes. After a couple minutes, he decided on a dark blue pair of swim trunks and a white tank top. It was his go to attire when going to the beach. This, however, was going to be the first time he wore a diaper to the beach. He was slightly worried, but he knew mommy would not expose him to any bad situations. They were very discreet around vanilla people with their lifestyle. When they were alone in public, however, all bets were off. “Alright sweetheart, it looks like you got some clothes. Let’s get you all dressed and ready to go swimming!” Amy announced that with an excitement in her voice that would have normally been used by someone who just won a prize on a game show. She couldn’t help it. When she got to be a mommy to her precious little man, her maternal side kicked into high gear. Everything had to be the most exciting thing ever and she made sure to make it seem like that to Justin. The red cheeks returned to Justin when mommy asked him to step into his swim shorts. Once they were pulled up and tied tight, he looked down at his waist and was glad he was going to be wearing a tanktop. At least 3 inches of white plastic was poking over the top of his shorts. “Stick your arms up like Superman baby” Amy stuck her arms up to show him just how to do it. She smiled as he mimicked her and she was able to put his shirt on. Once his head poked out of the head hole, she surprised him with a kiss on the cheek. “There’s my little man! Why don’t you grab your Pooh Bear bag and let’s head out” Amy cooed at him with a tushy pat to entice him.

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For those of you who are interested in supporting my AB/DL writing journey, here is the link: https://www.patreon.com/thatdaddyfellow As for those waiting for chapter 3, here you go! ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 3 Once Marcus carried his little one into the kitchen, it was like she was seeing the high chair for the first time. While she did see it before, her little headspace made it even more amazing. The pastel pink color of the wood and just the size of it. She wouldn’t wait to sit in it. Thankfully, she only had to wait about 3 seconds as her daddy placed her inside. She loved everything about it. She then noticed that her feet were dangling as if she was too small to be sitting in a “big girl” chair in case she would fall off. As Emily was exploring her first time in a high chair since she was a baby, Marcus walked behind her. First, he tied her hair in a ponytail so she didn’t get any food in her hair. Second, and most importantly, he took the bib out from his back pocket and tied it around her neck. With “I’m a princess” written on it in what looked like crayon, it fit his baby girl’s personality perfectly. “Alright, time for num nums baby girl” he cooed as he walked over to the counter and grabbed her plate. Placing it in front of her, he made sure to make a point to show her what plate he picked. “Pwincess pwate!” Emily announced to, with the scream she just let out, seemingly the world. Her favorite plate was separated into 3 sections so that the food didn’t touch each other. Plus, as an added bonus for finishing her food, the picture underneath was a smile princess with a the most beautiful tiara. Of course, her face was covered up now. One section had french fries, the other had peas, and the largest section that covered that tiara had 2 cut up hot dogs in it. Hot dogs were Emily’s favorite food, so of course she spat out her pacifier and let it dangle from her shirt as she dug into the food in front of her. “Whoa, slow down baby girl. I don’t want you to choke”Marcus said as he watched her just go to town on the hot dog segments and french fries. He was really debating whether or not to make spaghetti tonight, but decided that would be dinner tomorrow. While she was eating her food, Marcus started his dinner of french fries and a cheeseburger. He was pretty hungry as well from the long drive down. In what seemed like seconds, the little one in the highchair had the hot dogs and fries finished. With the saltiness of the fries, it felt like her mouth was full of sand. “Daddy, I’m thirsty” she said as she looked at him with her pouty lip. When she used that, daddy normally did whatever she wanted. “Of course sweetie, I forgot your drink” Marcus apologized as he walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle filled with milk. Placing it on the highchair, he tickled under Emily’s chin and cooed “There you go. A ba ba for a baby.” “Yay, baba” Emily smiled as she grabbed it quickly and nursed. While she did like using her sippy cup, a bottle was so much better. Just another way for her headspace to further itself. She was so thirsty, she finished off half her bottle without even taking a breath. She placed it back down on the high chair and looked down at the peas. Emily HATED vegetables. Giving them a sour look, she knew there was no getting out of eating them. “I know you don’t like your veggies baby, but they will help you grow big and strong” Marcus said as he made muscles with his arms. “But daddy, I don’t wanna be big. I just wanna be a baby forever!” Emily whined at him, hoping to outsmart him. Marcus knew this was coming. “How about this then? If you eat all your veggies, daddy will give you a special treat!” This immediately sparked her interest. “What is it?” She asked as if her live hinged on the treat that followed. “That’s a secret princess. Now, how about let’s eat up those yummy veggies?” Marcus asked, but it wasn’t really a question. Emily let out a sign “OK daddy…” “That’s a good girl!” Marcus cooed as he grabbed the plastic spoon, covered with ponies pink to match the plate, and got a spoonful of peas. Bringing it closer to Emily’s mouth, he smiled and used the classic “here comes the airplane, open up the hanger” trick that always made his baby girl a regressed mess. With a very obvious blush, she opened up her mouth and closed it on the pea covered spoon. Even though they didn’t taste terrible, they didn’t taste as good as fries and that was her issues. Her brain went deeper into babyhood when she saw daddy clap and coo at him as if she was an actual baby. What was she thinking? She WAS a baby! After a couple more scoops of peas and a few more trips to the hanger, the whole plate was uncovered and Emily was finally able to see the pretty princess underneath. “Good girl, you finished everything!” Marcus announced as if she had just won a gold metal at the Olympics. “Since you were such a good girl and ate all your food, it’s time for your treat” Marcus smiled at his little one as he turned and went to the freezer. Reaching inside, he grabbed a bowl with 2 scoops of chocolate ice cream inside and brought it over to his baby girl, who seemed to be fidgeting in her high chair. He wasn’t sure if it was because she was so excited for her treat or if she had to go potty. Once daddy turned around and Emily saw the treat, a huge smile returned to her face. She loved chocolate ice cream more than anything. She couldn’t contain herself and screamed “ICE CWEAM” as her loving daddy placed it on the tray. “Yes peanut, I know you love ice cream” He said as he sat down and grabbed the spoon, making sure to feel her quickly or else she might explode. In what seemed like 30 seconds, both scoops of ice cream were gone. Most of it, however, looked to be smeared around his little one’s mouth. When she gave him a big smile after the last spoonful, his heart felt like it was taking another beating. He could hear the doctors now: “This man died from a cuteness overdose and, after seeing his little one, I don’t blame him one bit.” “Tank you daddy” was all that Emily’s brain could muster. She had so many emotions running through her brain right now and all of them were great: Happiness, excitement, giggly, and baby. She knew that baby wasn’t an emotion, but it felt like it was to her right now. Just as she reached her arms out to be picked up, she felt daddy’s hand reach under the tray and sneak a finger into the leg cuff of her Huggies. “All dry” Marcus told her as if she had no idea. He know, while Emily was in little space, she never told him when she needed a change. With the fidgeting she was doing earlier, he know she had either just gone potty or was about to soon. “How about we go back into the living room and play some more? Would you like that princess?” Marcus asked as he picked her up and placed her on the floor. Before she took a step forward, he pulled back the rear waistband and peeked inside. “No stinkies either, good baby” Marcus cooed as he patted her tushy a couple times. Emily’s face was so warm and red, she felt like she could stew hot lava if she opened her mouth. It wasn’t even that she was mad to have her diaper checked to see if she had messed herself, its just that she was a normally blushy person. Some of her favorite moments in her life have been when she has been blushy in front of daddy. “Just add this one to the list” she thought as she toddled her way into the living room with daddy in tow. Making their way into the living room, both daddy and baby girl were greeted by the tones of “I just can’t wait to be king” from the Lion King. That was a movie that both of them loved and had no problem watching over and over. “OK baby, do you wanna go back into your playpen or do some coloring?” Marcus asked as he gave her a butt pat just for good measure. “I wanna color please daddy” came out of Emily’s mouth so fast her daddy almost didn’t understand her. “Alright princess, why don’t you take a seat on the carpet and I will get the coloring books.” Marcus walked into the hallway and then came back 20 seconds later with not only three coloring books, but a box of crayons and another box filled with colored pencils. “Here we are little girl. I have a Frozen coloring book as well as a super heros and a princess coloring book” Marcus said as he showed her all three at once. While Emily did love “girly” stuff, she did love “boy” stuff too. She often played with hot wheel and action figures. “Umm...I want princesses” the diaper clad girl answered tentatively, figured that a princess would be good to color because she just saw one by finishing her food. She reached up to grab both the coloring book and the colored pencils. She had always liked them more then crayons. Once she had all her supplies, she laid down on her tummy and found a page that she wanted to color. Settling on a princess standing in front of her castle, Emily put her pencil to the paper. Before she could get a single stroke, however, she heard daddy clear his throat. Did she do something wrong? “Before you start coloring baby girl, I see two things wrong with this picture” Marcus used his serious voice to make it sound like she was in trouble. “First” he said as he walked in front of her and held her binky to her lips. “Suck” was the only thing he needed to say before his little girl opened her mouth and began nursing. “And second” he reached for her right hand and took the yellow colored pencil and brought it to her left hand. “You know that, when you are coloring, you use your left hand” Marcus let her know before he kissed the top of her head and gave her a couple more diaper pats. “Sowwy daddy, I forgots” Emily meekly said through the shield of her pacifier as she looked down at the floor. “It is no problem at all baby girl, that is what daddy is here for: to remind you of the rules” He explained as he walked back in front of her and held her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. “Nothing that you ever do could make daddy mad at you, my little peanut. I love you with all my heart and soul” Marcus punctuated the heartfelt speech by giving his little peanut a kiss on the shield of her binky. A couple of tears ran down Emily’s face. What did she ever do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend and an even better daddy? Wiping the tears from her face, she looked Marcus right in the eyes and spit her binky out, wanting to make sure he heard this loud in clear. “Marcus Andrew Johnstone, I love you more than anything in the entire world.” The waterworks then started for Mr. Johnstone as he just couldn’t contain himself. “Come here Emily Allison Randle and give your daddy a hug” was all he could get out before his voice cracked. She immediately sat up and hugged him as tight as she could as they both cried into each other’s shoulders.

Chapter 2 “Now, I think it’s time a certain little girl got her Huggies checked” Marcus said as he placed Emily on the floor and started to undo her shortalls. He started calling her diapers Huggies about a year ago. After hearing plenty of people in the ABDL community calling their diapers Pampers, he figured he would be a little different. Plus, in his mind, Huggies just sounded cuter. Emily’s face turned red as the word Huggies left her daddy’s mouth. It was a combination of embarrassment and regression for her. He could put a paci in her mouth, call her baby girl all day, or put her in diapers. Nothing, however, put her into little space faster than hearing that diaper brand mentioned out loud. Once both of the shoulder straps of her outfit were undone, Emily took the outfit and slowly brought it down past her breasts and down to her belly button. “All the way down sweetheart” Marcus told her in a no nonsense tone as he took the denim from her hands and brought it down to her feet, revealing her thick diaper. The white plastic of the padding was an amazing contrast to her beautifully tanned legs. The only white part of her infantile underwear, however, was the top half near the blue tapes. The bottom half was a yellow hue that gave away what she had done to her daddy. Reaching out and giving the swollen padding between his baby girl’s legs a squeeze, Marcus looked at her and asked “well well, what do we have here?” as he continued to probe the diaper. “Silly daddy, I went pee pee in my dipey!” Emily announced as if she was answering a question to a test. “Oh ok. I just figured someone snuck up behind you and poured lemonade in your Huggies.” Marcus joked as he gave the diaper another squeeze. She replied with the most adorable giggles you could ever hear. “Your so silly daddy” “Daddies can be silly sometimes too. Now, let’s get you all fresh and dry” he announced as he picked her up and plopped her soggy bottom on the changing table. Hearing the mixture of crinkles from her diaper and the plastic covered pad of the changing table made a small smile appear on Marcus’ lips. Just as he was reaching for the tapes, he noticed that his baby girl was just laying there. No paci, no stuffy, no nothing. “Well, this just won’t do” Marcus said in a disapproving tone as he walked over to the floor where Emily’s shortalls sat. She had a quizzical look on her face as she lay there, clad in nothing but a white t shirt that did nothing at all to hide her full diaper. The look changed immediately when she saw him reach down and grab Cuddles from the floor. “Cuddles!” she almost screamed as she did the thing every daddy would recognize: grabby hands. “Thanks daddy” Emily told her boyfriend with a smile a mile wide. “Of course princess. You looked really bored just laying there. Every little girl needs her stuffy.” Once she looked comfy with her stuffed bunny, Marcus grabbed the pacifier hanging from the clip on her shirt. “Open up baby” he cooed as she, if almost on instinct, popped her mouth open and allowed the rubber nipple to invade her mouth. “Now, let’s get a certain someone clean and dry” daddy announced as he gave his baby girl’s exposed tummy a quick tickle. “I think you should start this time” Marcus told he as he reached for the first tape. “Otay” she told him as she waited for a second. Once the she heard the rip of the first tape, she yelled out “One!” “Good job pumpkin” Marcus showered her with praise as he pulled the second tape free. “Two” “Louder daddy” Emily smiled around the shield of the binky. “Three!” she screamed out at the same volume as her last number. On the fourth and final tape, both Emily and Marcus yelled out “Four!” He loved the tape counting game they played during change time. Just another small thing that put her further into little space and put him into daddy space. Pulling down the front of the yellow padding, he told her, as if she didn’t already know, “wow, someone made lots of pee pees.” As Marcus looked at her face, expecting to see a blushing baby, all he saw was the back of Cuddles. She was so far into little space that she was paying no attention to daddy or anything outside of her stuffy. This is exactly what he wanted this weekend to be and a giant smile grew on his face as he got to work cleaning her up. All that came out of Emily’s mouth throughout the duration of her diaper change was giggles, humming, and baby babble. As she was making Cuddles do a funny dance on her tummy, she had a very short adult thought: is this the happiest she has ever felt in little space? It had to be top 2, but she didn’t want to stray her thoughts from this moment now. “No mo aduwt tinking” she whispered to herself. Just as Marcus was putting the final tape on, he heard Emily mumble something to herself. “Must just be talking to her bunny” he thought to himself. “Alright baby girl, all clean and dry for daddy” he announced to the room, not sure if his baby girl heard him in the play session she was currently in. With no response, he had an idea. Giving her padded crotch a couple pats with one hand and tickling her tummy with the other, he cooed “there baby girl, your Huggies are all clean and dry.” Once she heard the word Huggies, it was almost like her mind flipped a switch. She let her stuffed animal fall to her left side as she flashed her huge smile at daddy. “Yay, cwean dipey” was the only thing that she could say. “That’s right princess, all clean! Now we can have lots of fun until nite nite time. Before playtime though, I bet someone is hungry after eating nothing but snacks all day” Marcus asked, not really expecting an answer. He could read her like a pop up book and know she hungry. “Let’s head to the living room so you can play a little bit while daddy makes dinner” he picked her up under her armpits and placed her feet on the floor. Once her feet hit the floor, Emily had to adjust her gait to compensate for the thick padding between her legs. Since she did not watch daddy put the diaper on, she had no idea how thick it actually was. Looking down at it, she saw it was another all white diaper. While she did love looking down and seeing fun designs, something about a white diaper brought her back to her childhood and that made he happy. As his little one was staring at the fluffy underwear taped around her waist, Marcus made quick work of taping her wet diaper in on itself and putting it in the diaper pail next to the changing table. Once he put on some hand sanitizer, he gave Emily a couple pats on her tushy, taking her out of her diaper trance. “Alright baby, let’s go” he said as he let her walk ahead of him. Few things in this world were more adorable than watching his princess walk with a diaper waddle. As Emily waddles her way down the hall, she looked behind her and noticed daddy was lagging behind. “Come on daddy, wets go” she commanded him as she reached the end of the hallway. Marcus’ heart could have melted right there. His little girl, with her stuffed bunny in her right hand and paci in her mouth, calling for him. Add in the toddler waddle and his knees were weak. With that look, she could be leading him into prison for life and he would have no choice but to follow. “I’m coming baby” was all he could muster. Once they got to the living room, Emily eyed the playpen. Not 5 seconds later, daddy picked her up and placed her inside. “You stay here sweetie while I go make some din din for us” Marcus told her with a kiss on her cheek. Emily smiled as daddy walked away. While he didn’t have any diaper waddle, she still did like looking at his butt. Once he turned the corner into the kitchen, her focus turned to the toys in the playpen. The mesh floor was covered with toys ranging to blocks to rattles to more stuffed animals. There was even some Hot Wheels and Legos in the corner. Just as she was making a decision, Marcus walked into the living room again. “Sorry sweetheart, I forgot to turn on some music for you.” He knew she didn’t like silence. Pair that with her love of Disney music and it was a match made in little heaven. Connecting his phone’s Bluetooth to the sounds bar under the TV, he flipped to his music app and turned on her favorite playlist: Disney Hits. Once he heard Ariel singing, he smiled at her “that's much better baby” as he walked back into the kitchen. Bobbing her head along to the music, Emily gave a smile to her daddy and then made the decision to play with the blocks first. It was almost like she had the entire alphabet in block form right in front of her. Looking at the blocks, she looked intently for the correct letters. One by one, she found what she was looking for. She smiled at the word in front of her, proud of herself for spelling it correctly: D-I-A-P-E-R. She went through all the baby words she could think of: P-A-C-I, B-O-T-T-L-E, and C-R-I-B just to name a few. After about a half hour, Marcus had finished up dinner for both of them. As he walked back into the living room, he smiled as he her diapered bottom wagging back and forth to the music. Once he got to the playpen, he looked in and saw Emily playing with the blocks. “What are you spelling baby girl?” He asked as he tried to peek around her. She smiled up at him and moved her body to the side, showing the blocks spelling out the 3 word sentence that melted his heart: I love daddy. He had to hold back tears as he picked his baby girl up and placed her on his hip. “Daddy loves you too baby girl. More than you will ever know.” Marcus choked out as he kissed her on both cheeks and the top of her head. “Now, let’s get some nummies in your tummy sweetheart” he said with a tickle of her tummy as he carried her to the kitchen.

Chapter 1 “4582 Valley Drive East, here it is” Marcus announced to the only 2 people in the car: himself and his girlfriend in the back seat. They both knew the address by heart, having owned this cabin for the past 5 years, but it was just one of many quirks that Marcus possessed. Emily loved his quirks too. It was one of the many, many things that made him not only the best boyfriend of all time, but also the greatest daddy a little girl could ask for. They were both in a DD/LG relationship and loved every minute of it. Of course, that would not be hard to fathom if anyone were to see Emily now. Her beautiful brown hair was brought up into two adorable pigtails tied up with vibrant pink ribbons. Just below that was a white pacifier with the words “daddy’s girl” written in pink cursive on the shield that was moving rhythmically in and out as she nursed. Attached to the ring of her binky was a clip, covered with ponies and princess crowns, that led down to the plain white shirt she wore. Above that, Emily was sporting some denim shortalls that completed her look. With her choice of childish clothing and her childlike tendencies, the 24 year old was often confused for a child. It didn’t help that Marcus was a foot taller than her and, when they were out together, they looked like a father and daughter. While sitting in the back seat and cuddling her stuffed bunny (ironically enough, it was named cuddles), she thought back to just a couple hours ago... Marcus opened up the backdoor and held his hand out to her. “Daddy has to fill the car with gas and go potty. Why don’t you hop out and go inside to grab a snack for the rest of the ride?” Marcus announced with the type of tone that made Emily’s heart melt. Stepping out of the car, she smiled as she looked down and saw her Velcro shoes light up. She knew it was very hard for daddy to find them and, when she got them last Christmas, she was ecstatic. Emily made sure to take her paci clip off and leave it in the car. While she did love nursing her binky, she never wanted to expose strangers to this side of her life. The door to the convenience store went “ding” as they stepped inside. “Alright, pick out a treat and I will be right back” Marcus said as he headed to the back of the store to the restrooms. The girl walked down the aisle to the candy selection and her eyes lit up. In front of her was tons of different kinds of treats. How was she expected to choose ONE?!? Her eyes first went to the Twinkies. She loved those cake snacks, but she also wanted something that was going to last her longer than the one Twinkie in the package. Her eyes scanned everything from Skittles to a Hershey's bar to Twizzlers. Emily know that Marcus would be back any second and had to choose quickly. Frantically, she glanced to her far left and saw what she wanted, grabbing a bag. As if on cue, the man she called daddy walked up behind her. “Did you find a snack sweetheart?” he asked, knowing a snack choice was a hard choice for any little one. She hopping backwards to face him and held up the bag 3 inches from his face. He jerked his head back and smiled “Pretzels? Yummy” as he turned around and grabbed a can of Red Bull from the fridge behind him. Once they got to the counter, they put their stuff on the counter as the lady behind the counter greeted them. “I also have gas on 4” Marcus told her as he reached for his wallet. The lady, whose name tag read Amy, made quick work of ringing up the idea and getting everything paid for. Once she had everything put in a bag, she smiled at Emily and said “I hope you and your daddy have a fun day planned today” as she handed daddy the bag. The little girl blushed and smiled at her, almost whispering “Thank you”. Marcus couldn’t help but flash a big smile as he took Emily’s hand and told Amy goodbye. As the memory ended in her head, Emily let the pacifier fall from her mouth as she popped the last pretzel from the bag in her mouth. Following that up with a quick drink from her Frozen themed sippy cup, she brought the binky back to her lips. As he parked the car in front of the cabin, Marcus took a look in the rear view and a huge smile appeared on his face. Just a year ago, he could have never imagined that his life would be as perfect as it is now. “We’re here baby girl” He announced as she reached back and shook her thigh a little just to get her attention. A huge smile flashed behind the shield of her pacifier at her daddy’s announcement. Almost as fast as lightning, she undid her seat belt and pulled on the door handle, totally forgetting that Marcus always had the child locks on. “Hold your horses peanut” Marcus said with a tiny laugh as he hopped out and opened the back door. “Don’t forget your backpack” he told her, handing it to her, the pack covered with Tommy, Angelica, Chuckie and the rest of the Rugrats. It was Emily’s favorite show, so of course she NEEDED that backpack, almost throwing a temper tantrum in the store when daddy wouldn’t let her get it. As he walked to the back of the car to grab his suitcases, Marcus noticed his little one speed walking to the front door. Once she got there and put her hand on the doorknob, daddy used what he called his “punishment voice” and called out to her “Baby girl, don’t turn touch the doorknob.” Once those words entered her ears, she pulled her hand off the knob as if it was covered in spiders. While Marcus called that his punishment voice, Emily know it more as his spanking tone. After a couple seconds of waiting in front of the door, she even noticed she was nursing the teat in her mouth a little faster just because of his tone. As he was carrying the bags up to the front door, Marcus thought back to a couple days ago when he come up to the cabin to get everything set up for his baby girl’s little weekend. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect and spared no expense. Once he get up to Emily, he ran his fingers through her beautiful brown hair. “Alright princess, open the door” he whispered into her ear. Once the door was fully opened, Emily could have melted into a puddle on the floor. The first thing she noticed was the adult sized playpen sitting in the corner of the room. Her gaze then shot to the alphabet mat set up in the middle of the living room with blocks, Legos, rattles, and tons of other toys set up. She spun around like the Tasmanian Devil and pulled her daddy into the tightest hug she could muster. “Tank ou so much daddy! I wuv it” the little girl told her caregiver, her pacifier causing a cute lisp. “Your welcome pumpkin, but there is still more” Marcus said, his voice raspy and a whimper as if her hug was choking him. Taking her soft hand and bringing her to the kitchen, he saw her smile almost recharge to full power when she saw the full sized high chair. “That’s not all princess. Go open that cupboard” the man she called daddy pointed to the cupboard on the right hand side. Emily walked, her legs almost giving out due to her little side slowly taking over, to the cupboard and opened it. Inside was a huge collection of bottles, sippy cups, and cutlery. It was all sized up as if it was made for her. Emily’s mouth was starting to hurt from smiling so much. Sneaking up behind her, Marcus scooped her up and placed her on his hip. As soon as he had her positioned to where she was nice and comfy, he could feel all the tension and stress flush from her body. This is what he wanted this weekend: making sure Emily had zero stress and just had an amazing weekend. Carrying her down the hallway, Marcus brought her to a closed door. Marcus knew what lay on the other side and Emily might have had an idea as well. Nothing, however, prepared her for the feeling that came when he actually opened the door. Once Emily laid eyes on the fully furnished nursery, she couldn’t hold back her tears of happiness any longer. A rocking chair in one corner of the room with a toy chest right beside it. The toy box was even painted pink with white trim and, in the middle of the front, read “Emily’s toys”. On the other side of the white room was a fully stocked changing table. Her eyes shot past the rainbow pad on the top to the wide variety of diapers lying below. White and cartoon printed diapers. Thick and thin. Stuffers. Even some cloth diapers. Not to mention the wipes baby powder, oils, and plenty of other things to put her mind into total little space. In the back of the room, however, was the thing that get her little side excited the most. Painted plain white, a massive rocking horse. If she wasn’t afraid of falling off of daddy’s hip, she would have reach out to the toy horse with the signature “grabby hands” every little has when they see something they must have. Sitting in the middle of the nursery, however, was the main piece of the room: A pastel pink crib. It was like Marcus had reached into Emily’s dreams and pulled out the perfect house. From the living room to the kitchen to the bedroom, everything was absolutely perfect. She could not be happier. She wrapped her daddy into a hug and rested her head on his shoulder. Letting the pacifier fall from her mouth, she wanted to make sure she heard him clearly. “I love you so much daddy. This room and this house is perfect. You are perfect. I could never find a better daddy then you.” She then gave him the biggest, sloppiest kiss right on his cheek. In this moment, there was no way Marcus could hold back the emotion. Letting the tears fall from his eyes, he looked at the little girl in his arms. As he looked into her eyes, he could see that any adult thoughts and stresses were gone. His baby girl had fully arrived and he could not be happier. “Daddy loves you so much princess. I am so happy you love your room. This whole weekend, you are going to be my little princess. No big girl thoughts. You and daddy are going to have the bestest weekend ever!” As if to mimic her, he planted a huge kiss right on her forehand.