Page 17 of Trained By His Little

But things were different now that I had a Daddy who took such good care of me. If he thought it was something that could help me, I was willing to try. “Are you sure? Because we don't have to. I can just be more careful.”

“I’m sure, little one. I want to take care of you and all your needs. I think you’d enjoy wearing a diaper… especially on the weekends and at night when you’re suckling so often.”

He was right. I loved suckling Daddy. It was perfect in every way, but it did make me need to use the bathroom constantly. That was definitely becoming a problem. Daddy was so smart.

“But only if that's something you want. I know it’s a big step.”

I swallowed hard, trying my best to keep the tears at bay. No one had ever gone to such lengths to ensure my comfort. “I’ve never tried diapers before, but if you’re okay with it, I want to try. I trust you, Daddy.”

He smiled brightly, his eyes softening and showing so much care and affection it made my breath hitch. “That means so much to me, little one. Thank you. It’s still pretty early, so why don’t we get you diapered and change the sheets so we can go back to sleep. You’ve already had a big morning.”

“Yes, please, Daddy. This is gross.”

Daddy chuckled, pulling me out of bed and leading me to my special room.

I tried not to pout as he released my hand and walked over to the dresser. He shuffled around in the drawers and then pulled out a diaper, some wipes, and a thick piece of cloth that I assumed was a changing pad.

He laid everything out on the bed and returned to the dresser. This time, he came back with another two-piece pajama set. It was a T-shirt and pants that had little dragons on them.

I gasped in delight. “Those are so cute!”

He ruffled my hair and placed a soft kiss on the crown of my head. “I’m glad you like them, little one. Now, let's get these icky clothes off and get you cleaned up.”

I buried my face in his neck, trying to hide from my shame.

“None of that, sweetheart. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” He kneeled in front of me, carefully pulling my shorts off before tossing them in a nearby hamper.

I went limp, letting him do what needed to be done.

He stood up and pulled on the hem of my shirt. Automatically, I lifted my arms, and the cool air made my nipples harden as I squirmed.

“Lie down on the mat, baby.”

I lay down on the bed, making sure I was on the mat so I didn't get my special bed dirty. My thumb crept up into my mouth. I trusted Daddy to take care of me without being angry, but I still couldn't help being nervous.

Daddy crouched in front of me, running his hands down my sides. Between sucking my thumb and his soothing touch, the tension soon started easing out of me.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re being such a good boy for me.” He reached over to the pack of wipes and patted my hip. “Raise your legs, baby.”

I blushed as I raised my legs for him. I felt so exposed as Daddy leaned over me, watching me so closely like I was something precious.

As the cold wipe moved over my cock, I winced.

“Sorry, baby. I’ll be quick.” He continued wiping me, keeping his touch light and caring as he cleaned my ass and thighs almost methodically.

The way he took care of me, so matter-of-factly, like it was something we did every day, helped me relax even further as I just soaked up his attention.

My dick plumped as he gently applied lotion, massaging it into my skin. I was afraid he would be upset about that, but Daddy just ignored it.

He patted my hip, signaling me to lift as he slid the diaper underneath me and fastened the sides. “There we go. All nice and clean. How does that feel, sweetheart?”

I wiggled my hips, testing how the material felt against my skin.

A soft, wet pop sounded as I removed my thumb. “It’s softer than I thought it would be. It’s nice.”

He put my hand in his, helping me stand up. My gait was a little awkward at first as I adjusted to the extra padding between my legs, but I got used to it.

Daddy grabbed my cute jammies and started dressing me. “If you end up deciding you don't like wearing it, that's fine. You’re such a brave boy just for trying. I know this was a big step, and I'm proud of you.”

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