Epilogue

Epilogue One

Maddy

Six months later….

Daddy lovedto take pictures of me with his phone. Sometimes when I was lying in bed almost asleep or in the tub during a shark attack or standing naked and contemplating the closet full of clothes he'd bought me, I'd hear the click of his phone. I didn't mind at all, and he shared everything with me.

I'd moved in with him six months ago and the bond between us kept growing. There was no shortage of electricity in our love for each other, no limits to our individual sex drives or our needs to explore everything daddy and little related. We complemented each other well in that arena.

Every picture Daddy took, he sent to my phone so I'd have a copy, too. I often browsed through them while he was at work to remind myself of how much he cared for and loved me, and how much of a baby I really was.

I scrolled to find my favorites.

My first favorite was of me in the playroom wearing a diaper and sitting on the huge rocking horse. I had pictures of the horsey's upside-down pee-pee inserted inside me, too, but the diaper one was my favorite. That day, Daddy had lifted me up high to reach the golden seat and the horse was so tall I was always afraid I'd fall. At first. Then I got used to it and it became one of my best toys. My diaper had been a soft baby blue one in the photo. I wore nothing else. My hair was wild, sticking out in all directions. I had the biggest smile on my face as I straddled the giant horse. Daddy rocked it for me and oh how I'd squealed and laughed until I undid my diaper and asked for the lube for a proper horsey sitting.

My second favorite was of me in a bubble bath, all shiny and wet. I was playing with my favorite tubbie toys, a fleet of plastic yachts. But that wasn't the reason the picture was my favorite. Amid all the fun toys and bubbles, my pee-pee stood straight up and the pink, glistening head peeked out from between two islands of bubbles. I had an expression on my face like I'd just come, though that hadn't happened until after the bath ended. No Sharky that day. It was so sexy and I looked so happy.

My third favorite was of me sleeping. I seemed so young with my eyes closed and my body curled around Kornie in Daddy's bed. Daddy's bed was huge. I was almost lost in the sea of crisp white sheets. I had to admit I looked adorable with my long lashes feathering my cheeks and my hair pushed up against the pillow. I had finally learned to believe it when Daddy called me pretty.

I wasn't a vain boy, but Daddy had praised me so much in the past months that I'd learned to accept and love myself when before it had been difficult for me. It was healthy, Daddy told me. I should not be ashamed to admit I looked beautiful in the photos, or that I was in every way his dream boy, his perfect little.

There was no doubt at all that Daddy was my perfect fantasy come to life.

"I'm such a lucky boy,"I told Daddy when he came home from work late in the night. I'd been waiting up for him on the living room couch wearing nothing but my birthday suit.

"I'm a lucky daddy," he replied.

My little self teared up at his words. He kissed me, gently dried my face, then carried me naked to the changing table in the playroom where he powdered my ass and put lotion on my cock before fastening the diaper around my hips. With my arms around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, he carried me to bed and tucked me in.

He climbed in by my side and turned out the light.

"Sweet dreams, my adorable not-a-baby." Then he kissed me to sleep.