Lil Scooby

I’m double padded in Choo Choo today, medium underneath and a large over the top, so I’m set for a very long lazy day.

The question is: cute new shortalls, PJ shorts set, or just a T-shirt and nappy?

Either way, cuddles and hugs are definitely required. 💕

The poor kiddo. It was quite strange to think that just last week, we were still competing for who could grow the better beard. Drinking canned beer. Talking about sports, money, cars, sex.

Guess I won the beard competition. Now he’ll be kept clean ñ-shaven, and not just his face. His chest, pits, bush. It’s all gone. No more beer, either. Of course, I still drank my go-to IPAs. Now, he’ll be sticking to warm milk and apple juice. Served in a baby bottle with a rubber nipple.

I still remember his cockiness.

“You realize everyone at the office thinks of me as more of the boss than you.”

I had no choice but to spike his drink with regression formula.

“Is this a new flavor?” He naively examined his beer. He woke up the next morning in a puddle. His last pair of boxers he’d ever be in were soaked.

I was there to comfort him. His face was priceless. Jaw drooping lazily, mouth agape. Spittle dribbling down his chin. His eyes staring up at me, wide and vacant. His expression suggested he was aware of everything happening, but not enough brain power to take control of the situation. Or do anything but stare blankly up at me.

“Rise and shine, peanut!” I pulled down his covers, exposing his soaked sheets.

“D—Daddy…?” His innocent voice squeaked out, a good octave higher than his usual pitch.

“That’s right, kiddo. Daddy’s here to get you cleaned up and changed. C’mere, little one.” He hooked his arms around my neck as I scooped him up onto my hip. I introduced him to the place he’d be spending the most time from now on. Not the office, not the bar, not his girlfriend’s bed. No, his nursery.

His limbs fell limp as I covered his shriveled, silly wiener in powder. From the moment the last tape to the diaper was secure, his new life was locked in permanently.

His phone was shut off. He resigned from our workplace. His Porche was taken back to the dealership. His new life was home with his Daddy. No responsibilities, no decisions to make, no adult thoughts. Just diapers, binkies, babas, stuffies, cartoons, dollies, crayons, blankies, and naps. It was playtime all the time for him now.

“Come hop up on Daddy’s lap, stinker. I’ve got your babe ready right here for ya’.” I patted my thigh, designating where he can sit. He crawled to my feet, reaching his hands up and squeezing his fingers in the air. Needy grunts escaped from behind his pacifier, wanting uppies.

“Alright, there you are, peanut.” I helped him up, guiding his soggy bum onto my thighs. The boy’s stuffie friend fell to the carpet. He naturally sank down in my lap, falling back into my arms. I planted a big, wet kiss right on his forehead, tussling his hair. “Hungry, kiddo?”

He nodded, “Yeth, Daddy…”

I couldn’t help but chuckle over how adorable he was now, “Good. Open up for Daddy.”

He obeyed, welcoming the big rubber nipple between his lips. His eyelids drooped as he began slurping. The milky haze was already kicking in, his demeanor turning even calmer, lazier, littler. His feet curled into me, his hands wrapping over my belly. His heavy eyelids only opening every few seconds to stare up at his Daddy while he held up his baba. White cream escaped his lips as he rhythmically suckled. A faint hissing came from his special area, his padding growing warm in my lap. He couldn’t help it.

I’ve been asked a few times how I got my little guy into enjoying babyfood, or at least without too much whining. (See a first post about this here).

It has for sure been the most difficult for him to get used to, but he’s now doing such a good job. One of the tricks I quickly put in place is to use Mr Buzzy while feeding him.

It’s simple. Get dinner ready, put a bib around his neck and start feeding him. If there’s any whining, take out the buzzy wand and stick it in place onto his diaper. Then, keep feeding him and you will see that the focus isn’t on the food anymore…

I do it more often nowadays so that babyfood becomes a moment of pleasure. It’s all about associating things correctly.

And if he makes stickies because buzzy has been “mistakenly” set up too high, just pretend like nothing happened. After all, it’s a big effort Daddy is making as well. Luckily only happened once because this little peepee is always safely locked under thick padding, and it takes a particularly pent up little for him to make stickies through all that. 😉

"Whats the problem, sport?"

"Don't act like you don't know - it's already Halloween and you still haven't taken me to get a new costume, and I'm NOT wearing the pink kitty-cat one you tricked me into last year - especially after the "temporary" marker you used for my whiskers didn't wash off for a whole week." 😾

"Two steps ahead of you, puffy-pants - I ordered your costume weeks ago, it's ready and waiting!" 😁

"Oh no, what did you do this time?" 😨

"C'mon, give me a little credit, champ. If you look around the nursery, I think you can probably guess what your costume is - a certain famous mouse, the big cheese, M.M. for short. Does that sound okay, bud?" 😇

"Yup! Say no more, I think I can guess who it is!" 😉

"Good, lets get you suited up a little early and see if anyone is already handing out candy, the sun's going down at 6pm now, so I'm gonna move your bedtime up an hour until springtime and I don't want it to cut into my... uhhh, your candy haul..." 😈

CHAPTER 21 - Princess

A short while later, the taxi pulled into the drive, its headlights cutting through the night. Michael and George climbed out, still a little unsteady from the wine, their laughter echoing softly down the quiet street. Michael clung to George’s arm, their hands intertwined as they made their way to the door, until it opened before they could even knock.

Lucy stood in the doorway, arms folded, one eyebrow raised. ‘Well, well. Back early, are we?’

Michael grinned sheepishly. ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I just needed to come home.’

‘And I needed to keep him from calling your name every two minutes,’ Lucy replied dryly. ‘He’s been quite the handful. Come in, you’ll want to see her.’

Michael blinked. ‘Her?’

Lucy stepped aside with a knowing smirk. Michael and George exchanged a glance, then hurried inside. As they entered the living room, they both stopped dead in their tracks.

There, sitting stiffly in the playpen in a puffed-out pink rubber dress, was Dylan. His nappy was thick. triple-layered and covered with locking pink plastic pants that peeked out with every shift of his bottom. A doll rested limply in his lap, and a pink dummy bobbed softly between his lips. His cheeks were scarlet.

George let out a whistle. ‘Wow. That’s… new.’

Michael pressed his fist to his lips to suppress a laugh, but the amusement was clear in his eyes. ‘Baby… what on earth happened?’

Dylan pouted, burying his face behind the doll.

Lucy, standing behind them, answered firmly. ‘He was rubbing himself during bottle time, hand in his nappy, no shame. Told me he was thinking about both of you. You know my rules, Michael. That’s not allowed. So, he was punished, thoroughly.’

George chuckled. ‘And what a punishment! He looks like a big baby cupcake.’

Michael stepped closer and leaned on the playpen’s edge. ‘Come here, baby girl,’ he coaxed gently.

Dylan hesitated, then shuffled forward, his movements slow and exaggerated by the bulk between his legs. Every step caused his thick, crinkling nappy to peek out beneath the ruffled hem of the dress. The chastity cage nestled inside felt alien against his skin, confining, unfamiliar, and undeniably submissive. With every awkward movement, he was reminded of his place.

‘Curtsy for your daddies,’ Lucy ordered softly.

Dylan paused, then dropped into a shy, wobbly curtsy, the pink dress flaring slightly, exposing more of the thick padding underneath. Tears welled in his eyes again, but he obeyed.

Michael’s heart softened. He stepped forward and scooped Dylan up in his arms, holding him tight. ‘Oh, my sweet little princess,’ he whispered, kissing Dylan’s temple. ‘I missed you so much.’

George came around and joined them, wrapping his arms around both. ‘You look ridiculous,’ he said fondly, kissing Dylan’s flushed cheek.

‘Daddy, I don’t like it,’ Dylan whimpered through his dummy. ‘I don’t want to be a girl.’

Michael cupped Dylan’s face gently. ‘You’re not a girl, baby. This isn’t about that. It’s about learning, about being cared for even when it’s hard. You broke a rule, and Lucy helped you remember your place. That doesn’t mean we love you any less. If anything, we love you more for trusting us to keep you safe and on track.’

Dylan nodded slowly, tears still shining in his eyes.

Lucy watched the scene with a faint smile. ‘You’ve got your work cut out for you tonight. He’s cuddly, embarrassed, and due for a long cuddle session with two very lucky Daddies.’

George laughed. ‘I think we can manage.’

‘Right, I’ll grab Marky and get out of your way.’ Lucy leaned in, kissed Dylan’s forehead, and whispered, ‘You’re still my good boy, even in a pink dress.’

Moments later, Lucy reappeared, pausing briefly to kiss George on the cheek as they passed on the stairs. She had a drowsy Mark in tow, his head resting heavily against her shoulder. Michael followed them to the front door, still cradling Dylan securely in his arms.

He leaned down and whispered, ‘Come on, sweetheart, wave goodbye to Aunty Lucy.’ Gently, he lifted Dylan’s little hand and gave it a soft wave for him.

‘Goodnight, my precious boy,’ Lucy said with a fond smile. ‘Be good for your daddies.’

Dylan sniffled, then gave a reluctant wave, his lashes damp.

‘Be good, all of you,’ Lucy called as she disappeared into the night.

Back inside, Michael walked slowly up the stairs, Dylan nestled into his shoulder. ‘I missed you, my little prince… or should I say, princess?’ he whispered teasingly.

Dylan let out a tiny, unhappy sigh. ‘Daddy… I really don’t like it. The cage feels weird, and the dress makes my bum show every time I move.’

Michael kissed his cheek. ‘That’s the point. So you remember you’re ours, and that even when you misbehave, you’re never out of our hearts. Only ever back in our arms.’

By the time they reached the nursery, Dylan had gone quiet, the punishment’s sting giving way to the familiar comfort of being held, known, and forgiven.

‘Let’s get you snuggled up, baby,’ Michael murmured, the love in his voice as clear as the moonlight spilling in through the window.

Instead of going to the nursery Michael carried the little princess to the dungeon room and placed Dylan on the spanking bench. George was already undressed out of his formal clothes and had dressed in a very sexy black and red rubber catsuit, his cock hanging out ready.

‘I knew you would read my mind,’ Michael said. ‘I also want you in the hood tonight and have you turned on the camera for our viewers?’ he asked George.

‘Yes, Sir,’ George said pulling on his rubber hood. The only skin on George visible now was his erect cock pocking through the suit.

‘Can you sort the baby out for me while I get changed?’ Michael asked.

George laid Dylan on the spanking bench and changed him out of his wet and messy nappy. George spent time giving particular attention to cleaning around Dylan’s pink chastity cage making sure it was spotless. Michael returned dressed as a leather Daddy. He was dressed in his leather shirt, trousers and tie. He even wore a leather cap.

‘Oh, I see she has put him in a Chastity cage. She does love those. Poor Marky,’ they both chuckled.

‘Okay, baby. You’re going to be our sissy girl tonight and we are going to be your dominant Daddies. Is that okay?’

Dylan nodded approvingly still sucking his pink dummy. ‘Keep your dummy in unless you are sucking on something else is that clear?’ Dylan nodded again.

George then proceeded to lube the boy up. His rubber-covered hand just slid smoothly into Dylan, who started to moan. Michael asked Dylan to kneel. This showed off his nice bottom as the pink rubber dress was short, Michael ordered Dylan to suck his cock and of course, he obliged. Dylan caressed his Daddy’s dick with his tongue and slowly consumed it. He loved his Daddy’s member, worshipping everything about it. While he pleasured Michael, George started to play with Dylan’s ever-expanding hole. With limited effort, George had managed to insert 2 fingers, then 3, then 4 and finally his whole fist into his little princess. The work with the large plugs had really started to pay off. His hand continued to explore its new surrounding as Dylan moaned into his Daddy’s dick.

George pushed deeper and Dylan’s cage cock spurted out pee uncontrollably while he continued to suck. Michael picked their new little princess up with George’s hand still in him and George’s clenched fist popped out as Michael carried him to the sling. He laid the Dylan down, showing in full glory the pink chastity cage and his wide hole.

‘George, please fill up our little girl,’ he said keenly.

George needed no encouragement, and he pushed his hard cock straight into Dylan lose hole and began to fuck hard. He pulled Dylan close and kissed him deep through the rubber hood while pushing his cock the hardest he could, smashing the rubber suit against Dylan’s skin. After ten minutes, George erupted and thrust as hard as he could into his boy. Michael grabbed his masked face and kissed him furiously. George finally collapsed onto Dylan who breathed in the sexy sweaty rubber scent and slowly George pulled out, leaving the princess full of his love.

It was now Michael’s turn, and he slowly started to mount their little girl. He again pushed deep although he was a bit gentler. The sling rattled loudly as Michael pulled Dylan close, passionately kissing him while deep inside. It didn’t take long before Michael got into a rhythm. He fucked his princess hard, caressing the pink chastity device and fingering the rubber dress. He placed both hands behind Dylan’s neck, pulling his boy as close as possible and erupted a huge amount of love. At almost the exact time, Dylan’s cock exploded thick cum that leaked out through the locked cage. It was weird how in tune Dylan was with his Michael were, they seemed to always cum together. Michael pulled out of his boy tenderly, however, he quickly grabbed and inserted a large pink plug to stop any of their juice from escaping.

Dylan took a breath in as the plug popped into place and they stood there for a few minutes completely spent. After they had gathered their composure Michael picked Dylan up off the sling and cradled him close.

‘Did you enjoy that, my princess?’ Dylan eagerly nodded. ‘Can you see how both of us love and need you? You’re our very special boy, well girl tonight.

All three of them giggled, the tension of the evening beginning to melt away.

‘Right,’ Michael said with a smile, ‘let’s get ready for bed. It’s been quite an eventful evening.’

He carried Dylan gently back to the nursery, where he carefully peeled off the sweat-dampened pink rubber dress. The fabric clung slightly to Dylan’s skin, and Michael took his time, making sure his boy was comfortable. He cleaned Dylan up with warm wipes, then slipped a soft baby-blue T-shirt over his head, adorned with sleepy teddy bears across the front.

Michael carried him over to the changing table and laid him down with care.

‘The cage and plug stay on tonight, sweetheart,’ he said firmly but gently. ‘The cage is part of your punishment, and it stays on until after the wedding.’

Dylan pouted, beginning to protest, but Michael simply smiled and reached for a thick Dino-print nappy. ‘No arguments tonight, baby. This is what happens when little ones forget the rules.’ He powdered Dylan softly, then taped the nappy snugly into place, patting the front affectionately once he was done.

With his boy now dressed for bed, Michael scooped him up again and carried him through to the master bedroom.

‘You’ll sleep with George and me tonight,’ he whispered, kissing Dylan’s forehead. ‘I need you close.’

George, already showered and comfortably naked beneath the sheets, was sitting up with a warm bottle in hand. As Michael placed Dylan in the middle of the vast super king bed, George pulled him into his lap and cradled him lovingly, guiding the bottle to his lips. Dylan suckled instinctively, his eyes fluttering closed as the milk soothed and relaxed him.

By the time Michael returned from his own shower, Dylan was fast asleep, curled against George’s chest with the bottle empty on the nightstand.

George looked up and chuckled softly. ‘Well, there’s a baby in our bed, Michael.’

Michael smiled and climbed into bed beside them, pulling Dylan close and wrapping an arm protectively around his boy. George reached over, stroking Dylan’s cheek with the back of his fingers.

‘We really are lucky,’ he murmured.

‘Yes, George,’ Michael said quietly. ‘We’ve found our perfect boy, and in the process, we’ve found our truest selves.’

He leaned across and kissed George tenderly over Dylan’s sleeping form. ‘Remember this moment. It’s the start of something incredible.’

With that, Michael reached over and switched off the light. In the soft darkness, the three of them nestled together, safe, loved, and whole.

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Little Riddles 4: Version 2.0

From now on, Daddy decides for you.

If Daddy thinks that your throbbing chastity cage should be hidden away under the thickest diapers then that’s what you’ll be wearing. You don’t need to walk; you can crawl for Daddy. They’re thick enough to last for a long time too, those diapers won’t be coming off until you’re a real sulky stinky sissy.

If Daddy thinks you’re complaining too much or that your pathetic girly whining is too loud then he’ll just pull out a pacifier gag which he can pop into your mouth. He might smile as he pictures you wrapping those red lips around something else of Daddy’s… but maybe later when you’re so desperate to get out of that diaper you’ll do anything he’ll get what he wants.

If Daddy wants to spend the day teasing you while he sits down toying with his cock, then that’s what he’ll do. He’s allowed to play with himself whenever he wants but those thick mittens are to make sure that you can’t get hold of any special toys that might make you feel good. They’re to make sure that you really can’t feel anything when you rub those incredibly thick pants.

Daddy has decided that he wants a desperately horny little sissy and that’s what you’ll become.