Get Daddy for Me Bunny!

[Daddy Wuffster]

You wake up in the middle of the night but something feels off… maybe that little bunny device on your bedside table can help!

 

Get Daddy for me Bunny!

 

As your eyes open, dreamland having been an exciting affair of exploration and excitement, you roll over in your crib and snuggle up with your favourite plush. Your night light was still on, the mobile still producing little tinkling noises as the various plush toys hanging from it spun on their little motor. It was still night-time, certainly not time for you to be getting out from under your blanket.

 

But still, as your thumb went into your mouth, your arm wrapping itself around the head of your cuddly friend, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted… something. It played around in your mind, making you squirm a little. Your legs went back and forth, generating that familiar crinkle you heard every waking hour of your life. Your diaper was still dry, you could tell because there was no squish, no heavy feeling of it pulling at your sleepers zipper round your crotch. 

Then the thought coalesced around a single desire, a single thing that could help make this better. 

 

Daddy.

 

Daddy could make this all better. He’d tell you a bedtime story, or he’d get you a new bottle of milk. Maybe even a cuddle! You rolled over to face the right side of the crib, thumb still in your mouth as you looked at the small audio device on your bright blue bedside table. Your baby monitor, well your half of it, is resting on the surface, exactly at the right height for your head to line up with its little microphone. You try to think clearly about what to say to get his attention. You’re still recovering from your little nap, your mind is fogging, heavy mists feeling like they’re swirling in your brain about what might work.

 

Eventually you manage to gurgle round your thumb. It’s not particularly loud though, some kind of mewling rather than anything substantive. You know that won’t get Daddy’s attention, after all he’s probably sleeping and getting some rest after a long day taking care of you. He’d taken you to the park, let you play in the sandpit with the other kids. They were all much less mature than you, after all they hadn’t gone to big kid school, and they were still doing baby things like going to kindergarten and learning their ABC’s. You knew all that stuff, you had a piece of paper that said you did from that big kid school you met Daddy at. He’d shown you how silly all that had been though, after all that school had just taught you how to do really boring things. It hadn’t let you watch cartoons all the time, and you’d had to use the potty. But Daddy had shown you all that stuff wasn’t needed, that you could just be his special little baby.

 

You giggle round your thumb as you thought about it, a little louder than the gurgling that preceded it. As you feel a line of drool dribble down your thumb, your other hand touches the front of your diaper. It crinkled back as you squeezed the front absent-mindedly, the feeling of the leak-guards tickling the inside of your thighs making you giggle again. Daddy still wouldn’t hear it though, so maybe you need to make some proper noise.

 

You pull your thumb out of your mouth and roll closer to the side of the crib, reaching up to the bars, pushing your head against the cold white pine. You pull yourself into a crouch, using the bars to balance on your knees. You know you could try to make some sounds that asked for Daddy but your tongue feels like it was stuck to the roof of your mouth. You smile broadly, drool continuing to dribble down your chin as you flap your lips, sending little droplets of saliva towards the adorable designs on the front of the small round object. What sounds could you make?

 

You knew you used to be able to make some really good ones. Daddy would understand straight away. You’d be sitting with him in food places and he’d always get you the toy you wanted with the kids meal, because you could point at it and make a super special noise that let him know. How did you do that? That big boy school had wanted you to use them all the time, but that had been boring and now you’d rather have your thumb in your mouth all day and all night. After all, that’s what made you happy, and Daddy said that was the most important thing in the whole world to him.

 

You roll back over onto your back, squirming a little as you feel your diaper crinkle between your legs. Daddy had changed you into your extra thick night-time pampers, the ones you woke up in super wet. He gave you a bottle of juice every evening to help you go to sleep, but tonight he’d given you one of milk instead. Maybe that’s why you’d woken up early, he hadn’t given you the special juice he made for you every night. You mind wanders back to the evening, where Daddy had popped you on his knee on the couch, giving you little bouncies while you watched cartoons. You remembered him picking you up and taking you to the kitchen, and telling you you’d been such a good boy for him. You feel like any stuff about being a “good baby” and is all you really need to hear.

 

He’d taken a bottle out of the fridge, letting you sit on his arm with your thumb lodged firmly in your maw as he shook it a little in front of you. You could taste the milk again as the memory came back to your mind, of Daddy sitting down in one of the kitchen chairs and setting you down in his lap, moving the thumb away and letting you drink from the nipple of the bottle at your own pace. Drool started to dribble down your chin as you closed your eyes again, a little giggle coming from your muzzle. Your diaper had already been soaked, but you felt yourself warming it up again in his arms. As if in solidarity with your memories you feel your night-diaper starting to do the same, its front swelling to accommodate your accident. Well… accident was the wrong word. After all, Daddy said you were meant to use the diapers. You could vaguely remember the idea of a potty, the thing Daddy said he had to use sometimes, but it was lost in the filter of your mind as you refocused on the memory of your feeding.

 

Eventually it came to a close, your eyes reopening and remembering why you were leaning against the side of your crib. The baby monitor was still there, waiting for you to engage with its little microphone. The little ears of the bunny shape it had been designed to resemble seemed desperate for you to speak to it. You gurgle a little again round your thumb, what little form of communication you had.

 

Its nose lit up!

 

You’d made enough noise to make the bunny happy! You remember Daddy telling you if you needed the bunny to come get him, the nose would light up!

 

You continue to gurgle, the nose responding with the dull glow as it recognises your little attempts at speech. Daddy must be able to hear you by now! Your brain feels something instinctual kick in, like a light shining through the haze and your throat contracts. A small cry comes from your mouth, high in pitch and close to a laugh. But it’s not a laugh, you can tell that it isn’t one of your little giggle fits like when Daddy tickles you. You want Daddy here, now!

 

You start to shake at the bars of the crib, an overriding sense of desperation starting to feed into your brain as the nose continues to light up, but no sign of Daddy. He must be coming, he said he would! Your gurgles stop, the last droplet of saliva running down your chin and onto your arm. You could feel your head starting to spin. What if Daddy wasn’t coming? What if he wasn’t going to come despite saying he would?

 

No, that couldn’t be right. You try to remember the special words but all that comes to your mouth is another small cry. You sit back down, your damp diaper squishing under you as you look round the crib. You see your teddy bear and grab him, hugging him for support as if your life depended on it. It helped a little, relaxing you as you lay back down on the pillow, curling up around its fluffy bottom. You could feel tears starting to form in your eyes, your mouth pulling itself round the teddy’s ears, nibbling on them as a distraction.

 

A few minutes pass and your desperation only increases. You feel yourself wetting your diaper again, just a little more as if you hadn’t quite finished last time round. Another cry comes from your mouth, louder and more guttural this time, like it’s coming from the core of your being. You wanted your Daddy and the bunny baby monitor wasn’t getting him for you! Your legs start to move back and forth across the mattress as you feel the emotions moving throughout your body, making you wriggle back and forth. 

 

Finally, you can’t feel anything other than pure fear take over your brain. This was a nightmare! It had to be, after all Daddy should be here by now! You start to beat the mattress under you with your fists and feet and then, as if you finally remembered what to do, your mouth opened and your eyes closed tight.

 

And you bawled. You bawled with all the built up emotion of the last few minutes spewing out into a mix of snot, tears and drool. Your legs and arms flailed wilding inside the crib, knocking your blanket and teddy aside. You were just about holding on to some semblance of thought, but the noise of your screams was deafening.

 

And then the door opened

Light from the hallway beamed into your nursery, lighting up the entrance and hitting your squirming form. Your eyes had barely adjusted to this new development before the light above your head, surrounded by a blue lampshade, sprung into life above you. This sudden sensory change only intensified your feelings, your cries increasing in intensity before a shadow loomed over the bars of the crib.

 

“Hey, hey… sshhh… it’s ok baby” 

 

Daddy. That was Daddy’s voice. He was here!

 

You feel a hand starting to rub your tummy. Slowly massaging your soft skin in small circular motions. You sniffle as your bawling lessens, the emotional disaster zone that was your brain slowly rebuilding itself. Your thumb works its back into your maw, your cries dissipating entirely as your suckling starts and Daddy’s hand continued its relaxing motions.

 

“Did someone have a bad dream?” he coos at you “Did you think Daddy wasn’t gonna come and help?”

 

You nod. You’re always honest with Daddy, you could never lie to him.

 

“Awww, don’t worry baby. I’m here now” he stops the motions on your stomach and pulls the crib side down, allowing him to get his hand round your head and start to rub it, pulling his fingers carefully through your soft and thoroughly conditioned hair. A smile starts to reform on your mouth as you think about the bath you’re going to have in the morning, all the water he’ll pour onto your head from the little pink jug he keeps at the side. The sweet smell of the shampoo and soap enter your brain and relax you further as he brushes his hand softly against your check.

 

“Daddy heard you over the monitor baby, it’s alright. The bunny was a big help!” he kisses you on the cheek, his lips taking away some of the tears that had dripped down your face. You squirm a little more, enjoying the feeling of having Daddy around again.

 

“Now little one, what’s up?” he sticks his finger inside your diapers leak-guards, making your movements intensify as it tickles your thigh “Hmm… not that wet…” he rubs his chin, clearly trying to work out the next thing to ask you “Did you want a baba?”

 

You think and look at your tummy. You’re not thirsty and you still feel like the special milk bottle he did had filled your tummy up. You could feel it making the gurgly noises it makes when you’re a few hours after dinner. Your butt wiggled a little bit as if to get a little more comfortable on the mattress.

 

Daddy smiles down at you “Oh? Is my little one needing a little extra help with their tummy hmm?” he starts to rub it again, putting a little more pressure on your skin “Its ok baby, you know Daddy doesn’t mind… go on…”

 

“Push”

 

You hear the word in your head bounce around. Little memories of meeting Daddy in college spring up with it, him saying it for the first time when he put you to bed one night. You hadn’t gone poopy that time. But you did after that, whenever Daddy told you to. Your mouth tightens around your thumb as you feel your stomach start to rise off of the bed of its own accord, an almost tangible grip on your bowels starting to force its contents towards the padding round your butt. Your brain was on autopilot.

 

“Push”

 

That word again, its simple single syllable just intensifying the forcefulness of the feelings driving themselves in your gut. You feel a sudden rush as the first wave of mush squishes against the padding. You’ve long since gone without eating solid food, Daddy makes sure to blend your meals, letting you slowly eat big bowls of messy and sloppy stuff that gets all over your face and big flannel bib. You giggle as you pull your legs into the air with your hands, grunting harder as you voluntarily force the mess out of yourself with a loud “FRRRRTTT”.

 

“Goodness me, maybe that was why you needed to get up. Poor baby must have had a very gurgly tummy mustn’t they!” he boops you on the nose, further increasing your laughter as you sway left and right, the rear of your diaper visibly staining as the diaper absorbs some of the mess that has oozed its way out of your body. You feel a hand start to knead the contents at the back, smushing them around and allowing more space for your bowels to fully empty.

 

“Yup, that’s getting properly full. I think a change is in order before I put you back to bed tonight… and I was just about to head off myself”

 

Daddy was going to change you?! You clapped your hands as the last of the poop settled in your diaper and your legs slammed down onto the mattress, a loud squish and crinkle evidence of its new state. You groan in unison with Daddy as he lifts you out of the crib and supports you by wrapping your feet around his waist. You grip on tight, knowing the changing table is only a few steps away.

 

“Oooff, getting heavier there little one. Guess we need to give you more exercise time in the play-gym” he manages to hoist you for the short distance and lays you down flat on the padded surface of the table. You like being changed by Daddy, he makes sure you feel all nice when he wipes and powders you. But you know from the feeling on your butt that Daddy would have to take a little while. As the tapes come undone you squirm anew, feeling the front of the diaper getting pulled down your front and round your rear, removing the worst of the muck. Your legs are lifted, carefully but firmly, off of the mat as Daddy wipes down your butt. He gives you a little shave every day after bathtime, so it’s super smooth. You feel another little stream of pee come out, Daddy catching your bits mid-stream as the accident hits your tummy.

 

“Whoa, looks like you weren’t finished huh…” he chuckles, wiping down your front again and collecting powder from the underside of the table. A few hard shakes later and your groin is coated in the stuff, front to back. You love the smell of the lavender scented powder, it makes you feel sleepy and safe. As you legs are lowered onto a fresh diaper you wait for the wonderful feeling of it being taped on, squirming as you moan a little around your thumb. Daddy doesn’t long to get the first tape done up, securely fastening it before ensuring the second is equally tight.

 

“There we go! Now, since you’re clearly having a bad night… Why don’t you come sleep with Daddy?”

 

Your head shoots up from the changing table, your thumb popping free from your mouth. Your gurgle incoherently with glee. You’d get to sleep with Daddy! He’d give you cuddles all night long! You nod over and over until his arms gather you up, your legs once again gripping to his tummy.

 

“Such a good baby… to think a year ago we’d just graduated… and now you’re my special little one forever…” he coos to you, walking over to the bedside table “Go on, say thank you to the bunny for getting Daddy”

 

You gurgle at the little device, it’s nose lighting back up in response. Your thumb returns to your grinning maw and you start to suckle anew as you rest on Daddys shoulder, his arms bouncing you as he takes you back to his bedroom.

From now on, you’d always know Daddy would come and get you when you cried at the bunny. That’s all you had to do, cry and gurgle and wail at the little bunny....

 

 

 

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