Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Still rubbing my tummy, he started making his circles wider so his hand skimmed over the front of my diaper and almost all the way up to my nipples. I was too covered to really feel much, but I knew how good it would be if I was more naked.
Ugh.
Daddy knew he was tempting me too because he kissed my neck instead of my head. He was seducing me into being big enough to get naughtied.
He was so sneaky.
“No, if you’re my little Addy rabbit we should pick out a new outfit and get my little cutie a bubble bath and another bottle.” Daddy made another thinking sound before resting his hand on the front of my diaper like it was just my arm or a random part of me that he’d accidentally touched.
Sneaky Daddy.
He made me wiggle.
“But if you were my sunshine, I might tickle you until you used your diaper because you wiggle and laugh so cute when I get you.” Daddy sounded wicked as he nearly giggled. He liked that idea. But he got himself under control quickly and didn’t get distracted because he wanted to tease me more.
“If you were my sub, I’d wait until you used your diaper, even if you were squirming and whining, then I’d take my time getting you all clean, but only if you were my sub, of course.” Daddy shifted like he was shrugging. “Little bunnies don’t need that.”
Where did he learn to manipulate me this good?
Naughty. Naughty. Daddy.
He even started patting the front of my diaper, making my brain remember the extra bottle I’d whined for before bed. I liked bottles. I really liked Daddy bottles. I really liked Daddy cuddling me and calling me his Addy rabbit as he kissed my head and fed me my bottles.
But I’d probably like grown-up sub changes too.
Daddy didn’t seem to mind any of the options, though.
I hadn’t wanted to be big or a person at all yesterday, but I remembered what a good Daddy I had and how he’d picked out the best costumes for me to be little little. He made it so I could be a bunny or a bear and I’d seen other outfits too.
Nibbling on my lower lip, I pressed back against him and then rocked my hips forward. “Thank you for my nursery, Daddy.”
“There’s my boy.” Kissing my neck again, Daddy made a happy sound that went right through me, making me warm and tingly. “I’m glad you liked it. I had so much fun picking out all the stuffed animals and your costumes. But you need to let me know if there’s anything we need to change.”
“It’s perfect, Daddy.” I didn’t need an all-the-time nursery and the way he’d designed it had been perfect. I had a bed which we could both cuddle in that was almost like a crib and I had cute costumes and lots of diapers and cuddly things.
“I’m glad.” Daddy pressed his lips against my neck again and started making slow circles over the front of my costume, staying right at my diaper.
Daddy wasn’t subtle but I liked that about him.
I couldn’t worry about what he wanted or what he’d be okay with when he was making it so obvious.
Kissing me again, his happy sound was filled with naughty desires that time. “You know, baby, some Daddies like diaper time because it gives them a lot of control, and not just because it’s nice to take care of their little bunnies.”
Hmm.
“They…they do.” Daddy might like that too but he really liked taking care of me. “I…I’m a good boy and a good bunny, Daddy. I…I following the rules and knowing what makes you happy.”
And at the moment, me talking and being bigger would make Daddy happy.
Hmm, he probably needed someone to talk to and he probably wanted to give me an orgasm. He hadn’t done that in ages and I was being selfish.
Yep, had to be nice to Daddy.
“You make me very happy.” Daddy started rocking against me, but he was so slow and relaxed about it I knew we weren’t going anywhere until I was very good for Daddy. “But now you’re going to let Daddy have lots of control, aren’t you?”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I nodded. “Yes, but it’s hard.”
’Cause I was hard.
Daddy chuckled. “I think you’re being very literal about that problem.”
Giggling, I nodded. “Yeah.”
He made a naughty, happy sound and nibbled on my neck. “I’m glad. I like it when you’re hard for me.”
“I’m making you very happy right now then.” And him talking about it wasn’t helping it go down. “I need to make you less happy, though, before I can really make you happy.”
Nearly giggling he was so silly, Daddy patted the front of my diaper before he moved his hand up to rub low on my belly. “Relax for me. Deep breath and just try to sink into the bed.”