Chapter Eleven

Reid

It was finally Chained night, and, unlike last time, this time I'd been working from home all day, thanks to the internet finally being installed. Being here all day meant there were no surprise floods nor any other unexpected catastrophes to worry about. I refused to let anything get in the way of our time together.

I clocked out of work early. I had the PTO, and my to-do list was rather small. For all the talk they did about us each needing to take on more responsibilities with the structural changes, my small department felt none of them. Our work was too specialty, and we tended to go unscathed in matters such as these. They still were awful, but not as awful as they could be.

Thanks to the extra time I carved out for myself, I was able to take a long hot bubble bath. There was something about a soaking in the tub that helped me sink into little space. Did I prefer taking one with a daddy by my side playing with me? Sure. But this was good, too.

I didn't think for one second that I was going to have trouble getting into the right headspace with Daddy—I meant Kevin—but getting a head start was perfect, especially after what happened the first time I went to Chained. I still couldn't let go of what happened last time when I started to melt down and fled. The entire experience was too much for me. This wasn't going to be like that. I wasn't there alone; I had a sense of what to expect, and I was starting off in a better place. Still, it nagged at me. Disappointing Daddy was not on my list of things to accomplish tonight…or ever, for that matter.

I soaked in the warm water and bubbles. It would've been a great time to play with my boat—if I had it here. But I didn't, because I still didn't live here. And as much as this place was feeling more and more like home, it wasn't. Ignoring that fact wasn't going to make it go away and I was going to have to deal with it sooner rather than later, but not tonight. Tonight was about letting go and having fun with someone who made me feel good.

So why did I keep thinking about keeping the house and living here for always? I wasn't a fool. Moving here because I found someone I'm interested in would have been a dumbass move. I wouldn't do that, no matter how great things were feeling during our handful of dates.

It was this place, this building. This was where I belonged. Sure there were memories here and that played a role, but it went deeper than that. Something told me that he gave me this house because he wanted me to have it. Why else would he have saved my mother's dishes and the cap? They cluttered an otherwise useful room. It was possible I was reading into things that weren't there, but I didn't think so. And really? Did it matter?

After the water began to chill, I got out of the tub. I put on my thick underwear, my jeans, and a T-shirt, and shoved all my little things in my bag, ready for Daddy to get here. That was when the hard part began.

I waited for daddy. And I waited and waited. The problem with getting out early was that I was done early, and it made the wait feel extra long. Like weeks long. But Kevin came right on time. He took my bag for me, and drove us the short distance to the club.

We were going to do it this time. Nothing was going to get in our way. I refused to allow it.

The parking lot was less crowded this time, and I appreciated that. I wanted to be able to hear Kevin and to play with toys instead of waiting for long periods of time to get my turn.

Kevin arranged for us to have a private changing room. It was an animal-themed little room, and when we went inside, it reminded me a lot of my favorite room back at my club—from the changing table to the oversized rocking chair to the little crib in the corner, which was less little and more designed for littles. I instantly fell in love.

"Thank you, Kevin." It was so hard not to call him Daddy, and I nearly did.

He must have sensed that from me because he looked at me and said, "You can call me Kevvy tonight, if you want."

It wasn't that I could call him Kevvy, it was that I could call him Kevvy with the caveat that it was an offer for tonight. I was going to take it. The name felt little and was a thousand times more daddy-like than Kevin. It wasn't Daddy, but it would do.

"Okay, Kevvy." It came out far too easily. Giving the nickname back was going to be an issue.

"Now let's get you ready." He opened my bag, took out my clothes, and set them on the changing table. Item by item, he undressed me, starting with my shoes, then socks, then shirt, and finally my pants. I was buck naked with one exception, my training underwear.

I thought for a second he was going to hoist me up onto the changing table, but instead, he pulled out the steps and, while holding his hand, I climbed up and lay down.

"I see that you wore your big boy underwear." He ran his finger along the waistband. They were "big boy," but they were hardly designed for big head spaces. They were identical to the training pants you'd find in the store, only bigger.

I nodded.

"Do you want to wear those tonight, or did you want a diaper?"

I'd already told him that I enjoyed diapers, but I didn't have any of mine here, and I told him as much.

"There are some here we can use." He ducked down, and when he stood back up again, he had one with bears, one with ducks, and one with polka dots on it. "Would you like to wear one of these?"

I snatched the one with ducks out of his hand so fast it had him rolling with laughter.

"Well, I guess that answers that." He ducked back down again, apparently to put the others away, and this time when he came back up, he had little packets of diaper cream. "Okay, let's get you all ready to play."

With a tap on my hips, he had me bucking up enough to get my underwear down and the diaper in place, and, as I settled back down, he pulled my underwear off and set it with my other clothes.

"Any cream tonight?" He made sure I could read the label on the packet.

"Yes, Kevvy."

It was weird having him see me so completely naked, so vulnerable when we had yet to be together that way. But also, it was thrilling, and my cock was already stirring simply from the way he was looking at me. He hadn't even opened the cream to coat my length yet. It was going to be a long, hard night at this rate.

He ripped the packet open, squeezed out the cream, coated my length, then tucked my hardness inside the diaper. He didn't linger in any one spot, and he didn't do anything that turned it sexual—not that my body got that message.

I wanted him, and he knew it. The tightness of my diaper made sure of it.

Next, he put my new onesie on, my little shorts, my new socks, and some little slippers that I picked up from the dollar store. They were hardly fancy, but they had little cats on them and made me smile. They would also give me some friction on the floor.

"You ready to go play?"

"Yeah, Kevvy."

I started to sit, but he shook his head. "I'll help you down."

He took my hand and helped me off the changing table, and out of the changing room we went.

We'd already discussed how we wanted tonight to go and went straight to the little room.

There were no fancy crafts set up, but there was a story time, and we arrived just as it was beginning. Kevvy sat down, and I sat between his legs, leaning back against him while we listened to the story. Ms. Lily told a tale about a bunny who was very, very naughty and had to learn the hard way—through consequences. The book never said what those consequences were, but the way some of the littles were squirming, they had an idea, and they liked it.

"Did you want to stay for the next story?" he whispered in my ear. "Or should we play blocks?"

I was up and across the room before I remembered to give him an answer, and he followed, a smile on his face. We played my favorite game: up, up, up, up, up, down, where we took turns stacking the blocks. And then finally, one of us—okay, fine, always me—got to knock them over. I didn't know what was so fun about that game, but it was. We did it over and over and over again, other littles congregating around us, playing with us as well.

But eventually, it was time to give others a turn, and we went to the snack table. I didn't like anything there, but Kevvy insisted I at least have a bit of fruit to keep up my energy. I had some watermelon and a little glass of water before we went to the craft station.

There was no glitter.

It wasn't fair, but also, it didn't matter because I was having fun. So much fun that I forgot that it was only a scene and started to believe that maybe, just maybe, he really was my daddy.