10. Oliver

I woke up tossing and turning. My whole body felt on edge as I tried to settle. I wiggled in anticipation of latching on to Daddy's leaking nipples. My thoughts were hazy as I tried to break through my sleepy stupor.

The room was dark, so it was still early.

I should have gone back to sleep.

Even after a few sucks of Daddy's warm milk, I still couldn"t calm down as confusion and panic started to overwhelm me. I quickly unlatched and flopped onto my back, not wanting to wake Daddy with my restless wiggling.

Then my whole body went rigid as I landed in a wet spot on the bed.

My eyes instantly welled with tears when I realized my pajamas were wet as well. Did I pee? Oh no… No. No. No. I couldn"t believe it. I was an adult, and adults didn"t wet the bed at night.

Today was supposed to be perfect. It was the first morning I got to wake up in Daddy's arms, and I ruined it.

My body stiffened when I heard Daddy mumble sleepily, "Sweetheart, it"s too early. Come snuggle."

Daddy grabbed my hip to pull me closer, and I jerked away trying to get out of his grasp.

He propped himself up on his elbow, looking at me with a worried gaze. "Little one, what"s wrong? Wait, you're wet. Did I leak on you?"

I felt small as my body trembled before heavy sobs tore out of me. "I-I'm s-sorry… Daddy, please don't h-hate me. It was an accident."

"Baby, shh. It"s okay." He pulled me closer, rubbing soft and soothing circles on my back as I tried to take slow, steady breaths. "Deep breaths, please. Daddy's here, little one."

"I'm s-sorry." I clenched my eyes shut, unable to look him in the eye.

"What has you so worked up, baby?"

My words were soft as I tried to talk through soft sobs. "I r-ruined everything. Daddy, I-I'm so sorry I wet the bed. I-I don"t know what happened. I've never?—"

"Oh, sweetheart, it's okay." He pressed his lips to my forehead. "I know this is probably really embarrassing and scary, but I promise I'm not mad."

I sniffled as he used his hand to cup my face. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I should have thought about this."

My eyes widened in shock. Thought about what? This was all my fault. Daddy couldn"t have known what I would do.

"I wanted to mention this to you earlier when you said you had to pee more often, but I didn"t want to rush you." He kissed my forehead softly as I nuzzled into his palm. "You drank a lot of milk in your sleep. I usually leak a lot during the night, but every time I started to drip, you were right there to take care of me."

My face heated. "Oh. I didn"t realize I was doing that."

Daddy softly chuckled. "Thanks to you, I was finally able to get a good night"s sleep. And considering how much you drank, I'm honestly not surprised you wet the bed. I was thinking you might like to try wearing diapers when you're Little."

I'd thought about diapers before, but I'd never tried them. I knew some Littles who liked to wear them, but without a Daddy to help me, I didn"t see the appeal.

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."

I blushed, smiling sheepishly from his praise. "Thank you, Daddy."

When he finished dressing me, warmth flooded me as he pulled me toward him and kissed my nose. "You look so cute in your jammies, baby. Why don"t you pick out another stuffie to bring back to bed with you while I go change the sheets? Then we can cuddle."

I nodded as I thought about which stuffie I wanted.

Daddy smiled as he rubbed at his chest. Small beads of white started to gather at his nipples.

I bounced on my toes, licking my lips. "Mmm, milk."

He shook his head, chuckling. "Yes, little one. Snuggles and milk."

The next time I opened my eyes, the sun was streaming through the windows, and I was snuggled against my Daddy's side. Warm and dry.

His heat made me feel like I was melting, but nothing mattered except being there with my Daddy. It was amazing.

I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his sweet scent. Drool pooled in my mouth as I wrapped my lips around his nipple and flicked it with my tongue. Then I hooked my leg over his hip, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

Just thinking about this morning and how he cared for me like I was the most precious thing in the whole world made me feel drunk and hazy with lust.

Daddy's milk flooded my mouth in steady streams as I moaned around his hot flesh. The intoxicating taste made my cock rapidly fill against the cotton of my diaper. My hips bucked into Daddy, chasing the tight friction that was quickly becoming slick with pre-come.

"Fuck, such a good boy. Your mouth feels so good, sweetheart."

I whined, my hips moving faster as I kept sucking, loving the way his sweet milk coated my tongue.

Daddy's hand reached around to cup my ass, rubbing his hard cock against my hip.

I whimpered at the contact, becoming more frantic with need. His cock felt so good against me, but I wanted to feel him inside me.

When his milk started to taper off, I unlatched from his nipple and looked up at him in frustration. "Daddy, please. Need you to fill me up. In my bottom."

"Are you sure, baby?"

I'd never been more sure of anything. "Yes, Daddy. Please."

He pulled away from me and slipped out of bed, quickly returning with a bottle of lube and a condom. Once he was back, he sat up beside me and helped me remove my clothes and diaper.

I lay flat on my back, and my chest heaved as I watched Daddy remove his pants and boxers, his hard cock bobbing when it was released.

We both had to provide The Lactin Brotherhood with clean test results, so I knew we were both safe.

"Daddy, please. You take such good care of me, but I"m greedy. If it's okay with you, I don"t want a condom. I want all your milk to myself. Want to be yours."

"Fuck, sweetheart." He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on mine, considering my request. "You always do such a good job draining me dry. I want nothing more than to make you mine and fill all your holes with my milk."

My hips bucked into the air as I watched him lube up his fingers.

He leaned over, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss and wasting no time as he plunged his hot tongue inside my mouth and made me moan.

"Daddy." I ground my cock against his stomach.

He kept kissing me as he reached between us, slowly swirling his finger against my pucker before slipping it inside as he started to stretch me. "Such a good boy for Daddy."

I writhed and moaned as one finger became two.

He took his time opening me up, using his curled fingers to apply the perfect pressure against my prostate to make my back arch off the bed.

"Ahh, Daddy. It feels so good. I-I need more."

"Damn, sweetheart. Your little hole is so hungry for me. You take my fingers so well… Do you need Daddy to fill you up?"

I rocked my hips, grinding down on his thick fingers. I felt so deliciously full, but it wasn"t enough. I needed to feel his cock inside me as he pumped me full of even more milk. "P-please, Daddy. N-need you."

His fingers slipped out of me and I hated how empty it made me feel as I watched with hungry eyes while he lubed up his cock.

When he was ready, he bumped my opening with his slick head. "You're so sexy, baby. My perfect boy. So hungry and needy for Daddy."

A guttural moan was ripped from me as he slid his thick cock inside me, bottoming out in one thrust. "Yesss…"

"Oh, sweetheart. I wanted to take things slowly, but you just sucked me right in. You're so damn perfect, baby boy."

"P-please, I need— I want… Ahh, Daddy." Pleasure wracked my body, leaving me unable to form words that made any sense.

But Daddy always knew what I needed. "Shh, precious boy. It"s okay. I've got you. Just let me take care of you." He pulled back until just the head was in me, and then he slammed into me with such need it left me breathless. He brought his mouth to mine, devouring me as his cock filled me, perfectly hitting my prostate with each wild buck of his hips.

I loved how sweet and caring he was when I needed that. But this version of Daddy was driving me crazy in the best way. He fucked into me like I was everything he could ever want, but at the same time, he could never get enough.

I loved it. "Daddy, I-I'm gonna come. You fill me up so good."

He let out a deep moan as his hand reached between us, wrapping around my leaking cock and giving it a few quick tugs. "Do it, Oliver. Come for Daddy. Be my good boy and come."

"Ahh, Daddy." I threw my head back, moaning as he ripped an orgasm out of me. My cock pulsed in his hand as thick ropes of cream painted my chest and stomach.

"Shit. You're milking my cock so good, baby. I'm gonna fill you up even more. You want that, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please."

Daddy buried his face in my neck, thrusting deep inside me with his moans vibrating my skin. He unloaded his other Daddy milk deep inside me, always giving me everything I wanted.

Eventually, he slowly pulled out of me, lying down on the bed and holding me against his chest. He didn't seem to care about the sticky mess that now covered our skin.

As I caught my breath, I latched onto the side of his chest that I'd neglected earlier, letting the rhythm of my sucking bring me down from the high of our pleasure.

Daddy let out a contented sigh, threading his fingers through my hair as I suckled. "You are absolutely perfect, baby boy. My good boy."

I melted against him, feeling more loved and cherished than I ever had before. I was Daddy's perfect boy. I hoped we could stay like that forever.