Wedding Gift (Part 2)

"That's right. What a clever boy." I ran my fingers through his hair. He really was perfect for me. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed having a little around.

This series contains intense age play and Daddy/little dynamics with adult diaper use, breastfeeding/nursing scenes, and dubious consent due to extreme regression. It features a strong power imbalance, forced dependence, and elements that may read as humiliation or manipulation within the kink context. Intended only for adults 18+ comfortable with these specific themes—skip if any part sounds triggering or unwanted.

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Andy has been counting the days since that night—since wedding vows, forbidden hunger, and a beautiful young man wrapped up in a bow.

It’s been years since he’s had someone around who made him feel this restless, this hungry, this alive. Especially someone who looks at him the way Boy does—like he’s already halfway to surrender.

He’s planned their playdate carefully, ready with a nursery, crib, change table, baby bottles, diapers, and everything he needs to care for Boy.

It’ll be so sweet to cuddle and nurse him. But underneath the innocence of playtime is delicious, aching anticipation. Andy knows exactly what he wants: to see that composure crack, to feel that tension coil tighter and tighter, to take Boy right to the edge and keep him there.

This time, it isn’t just about one stolen night. It’s about possession. It’s about being a good Daddy. About discovering just how far Boy can be pushed before he begs for more—and how much Andy will enjoy being the one who decides when he’s finally allowed to have it.

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My birthday didn’t arrive soon enough. I couldn’t stop thinking about Boy. Every soft bit of his skin, every scent of perspiration in all his delicate creases. We had enjoyed him once more on our wedding night, pinning him down and fucking him until he was a puddle beneath us. The following morning, Boy curled up beside me and nursed from me.

It seemed to bring him peace.

He’d fallen back to sleep, his perfect mouth with crimson lips open as he snored sweetly. We encouraged him to have a shower before he left us, but he insisted on wearing our smell.

Now, my birthday had arrived, and Boy was due to arrive in less than thirty minutes. We had an entire afternoon and evening planned. Eric had arranged the playdate with Boy and ensured he was on board with how I wanted the day to unfold. I had all the supplies I needed.

Some I already had, and some I had to order online and pay extra for rapid shipping. It had been years since I had a little, and most of what I needed had been abandoned over the last few moves.

Eric and I had only talked theoretically about having a little in the house now that we were a couple. I smiled. A married couple. And my husband would find joy in anything I desired.

I set the hoagie sandwich I was working on down and took the baby bottles and plastic rings out of the dishwasher. It was important for everything to be super clean.

Boy wouldn’t get a nasty tummy bug on my watch.

I set the kettle to boil and measured out powdered baby formula into each bottle. I would only make one bottle for now and let it cool down a bit. I wanted to get Boy dressed in a cute onesie outfit as soon as he got here, before I took him into my arms to hold and feed him.

My happy nerves perked up when the doorbell rang. Boy was early. He must be as excited as me to start playing together. I poured the hot water into the bottle and went off into the second bedroom while Eric answered the door.

I may have gone overboard, but my husband had handed me his credit card and told me to go wild. If it didn’t work out with Boy, we would find another little one who suited us.

I looked around the room, which I had transformed into a nursery. Adult-sized cribs and change tables were easier to acquire than one might think. I had organized everything I might need to keep Boy happy and clean.

I was a responsible Daddy.

Inside the crib, there was a blanket covered in little pink and grey elephants, a few stuffed animals to match, and a mobile with colorful balloons for Boy to look at as he fell asleep.

The change table had a shelf for diapers, baby wipes, and talcum powder to keep him fresh. Most of the toys I had bought for him were on the cute, soft carpet in the center of the room. There were stuffed animals, some blocks, baby books, a wooden train, and a big piece puzzle.

We could work on that together if he found it too difficult to do on his own.

I turned around when a soft, mumbling voice behind me said, “Hi, Daddy.”

And there he was—absolute perfection.

His dark curls really were like a halo over his beautiful face, and brown doe eyes with thick lashes peering up at me.

I hated to do it, but I needed to scold him already. It was adorable, but Daddy didn’t allow his littles to suck their thumb. It wasn’t good for their developing teeth if kept up long-term.

“I’m only going to tell you once.” I took his hand and pulled his thumb out of his mouth. “Good boys don’t suck their thumbs.” I lifted a dummy off the dresser, led him into the room, and handed it to him. Like a very good boy, he popped it in his mouth and started sucking.

I’d feed him soon to soothe that need to suck. He must be teething.

“Let’s get you changed.” I opened the closet. Inside was a box for his life outside this house. “Get undressed and put everything in here, close the lid, and shove it to the back of the closet.”

Boy obeyed, his dummy staying in his mouth. He was soon standing naked in the middle of the room. He was exquisite to behold. Smooth and hairless, tanned skin. Perfect pink nipples and a penis far too generous for his lithe body. I patted the changing table.

I had placed a stepstool with butterflies painted on it so Boy could climb up. He was awkward for his first time scrambling up, but he would get better. He lay out flat and cupped his face with one hand and gazed at me like I was the most special Daddy in the world.

I started with the diaper, having him lift his little butt so I could place it under him. Next was the talcum powder. I dusted some on him then smoothed it around with my hand, ensuring his penis and his innocent hole were protected from the damp that would come from using the diaper.

Eric had discussed this with him, and Boy was perfectly happy to fully embrace little life for the day. I trembled at the thought. There would be some fat, wet diapers to change.

I secured the tabs in place and went over to the closet. I kept an eye on Boy to make sure he didn’t fall off the change table. I picked out a fuzzy onesie with feet, covered in little cows. It would keep him warm. He didn’t struggle as I wrangled his body into it.

Once I had him jump down off the change table, he sat cross-legged on the carpet and lifted a stuffed animal to his face. He smiled around his dummy as he sniffed the furry orca.

I smiled at him. “What are you doing, silly boy?”

He held it straight out toward me and slurred around his dummy. “Daddy.”

“No, that’s not Daddy, that’s an orca.”

Boy dropped his dummy from his mouth onto the carpet and pouted at me. He lifted both arms like he wanted to be lifted. “Daddy.”

“Is my baby boy hungry? Is that what it is?”

He gave me the most brilliant smile and nodded.

“Then let’s go.” I reached for his hand and helped him to his feet. He kept a firm grip on my hand as I took him into the living room and lifted him onto the sofa.

I rushed into the kitchen.

“How’s it going?” Eric placed his hand on my shoulder.

“He’s perfect. Such a good boy. I had to scold him about sucking his thumb, but he didn’t squirm while I was putting on his diaper.” I chuckled. “He called his orca daddy.”

Eric laughed. “Well, you are kinda shaped like one.”

“I’m taking that as a compliment.” I rubbed my immense belly. “I work hard on this.”

“And you are the sexiest man alive for doing it.”

I hummed and turned to the counter. The bottle I had filled with hot water earlier felt the correct temperature. I put the nipple on and screwed the plastic ring in place. To be sure, I shook the bottle to dispense some formula onto my wrist. It was ideal. Not too hot or too cool.

Boy was sitting quietly on the large recliner in the corner of the room, looking like he was excited to see me, like I’d been away forever.

He must’ve figured out the comfy chair was where I would feed him. He jumped off to let me sit, then climbed into my lap. He had to fit his body around my gut, but managed; his tummy on mine, legs dangling over the arm of the chair. His head in the crook of my arm.

“There you go.” Boy cuddled in against me and took straight to the bottle when I offered it to him. He bunched his little fists up as he fed, looking right up at me with adoring eyes. After a few minutes, his sucking slowed, and he closed his eyes. I pinched his elbow to wake him up. Good boys finished their entire bottle. His jaw went back into action until the bottle was empty.

I set it on the coffee table beside me, and Boy got squirmy. He felt along my shirt with his sweet fingers, found my nipple through the fabric, and grabbed it.

“Are you still hungry, Boy?”

He nuzzled my shoulder as if he could burrow his way inside my shirt that way. Keeping him cradled in one arm, I undid my shirt with the other. As soon as my nipple was in sight, Boy was straight on it, suckling. I loved that it soothed him. Before long, he was asleep.

“Big day for Boy,” Eric said as he walked into the living room and saw us together.

“Tuckered him right out.” I swept some of the curls away from his eyes. “He’s so precious.”

“Everything you imagined?”

“So far.”

I unsnapped the top of his sleeper and unzipped it all the way past his diaper. It was puffier than when I had put it on. I looked up at Eric. “He’s done a little tinkle.”

“I’ll leave you to it.” As Eric left the room, I swept my hand down Boy’s body, chest to abs. He was warm and delicious. I edged my fingers past the band of his diaper until I reached dampness.