by Pepper North
“Aaaaaahhhh,” Emma wailed in reaction to the stinging invasion. She froze in place as his other hand reached between her legs and once again began to caress her clitoris.
Jackson waited until his finger was fully planted in her bottom before he lightly pinched her clitoris. Emma reared back against him plunging his finger in more deeply as she cascaded into an orgasm with a scream of pleasure. Jackson held her against his chest supporting her weakened legs as the aftershocks quaked through her body. “There’s my sunshine. Enjoy your pleasure, Emma. Daddy’s got you,” he whispered in her ear. When her body began to relax, Jackson wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the empty crib. He dried her body quickly before wrapping her in the thick diaper and dressing her in the pink ballerina onesie. When he stood her on her feet, Emma wrapped her arms around his waist and held herself close to his body.
“Do you feel better, Little girl?” Jackson asked kindly as he held her tight for a few seconds. “Let’s go check on Matty. He wants to see that you’re okay.” Jackson took her hand and walked slowly with her.
Emma walked awkwardly. The thick diaper was bunched between her legs causing her to waddle slightly. She pushed against the crotch of the diaper with her free hand. She started to protest wearing the diaper, but she saw Matty plastered against the raised railing of his crib. Jackson triggered something with his foot that allowed the railing to slide to the floor. Matty tumbled out and rushed to her side. He hugged her against his long, muscled form. “I’m okay, Matty,” she reassured him.
Matty hugged her one more time before turning to hug Jackson. “I didn’t like being in my crib all alone, Daddy,” Matty needed reassurance after hearing Emma’s special time with their Daddy. “I know I have to share, but I didn’t want to be alone.”
“It’s okay, Matty. Next time, I’ll be okay with you watching. I think my Little is starting to be comfortable here with you and Daddy. I’m sorry you were alone. I wouldn’t have liked that either,” Emma admitted as she tried to be brave. She laughed as Matty wrapped his long arms around her and picked her up off the ground to spin around with her.
Matty set her feet back down on the ground and leaned in to kiss her. He groaned when Emma’s pink lips opened to allow him to slide inside her warm mouth to taste her sweetness. Finally, he raised his head and met her green eyes. They both remembered Jackson at the same time. Turning their heads quickly to look at the large man, they both blushed fully as he raised one eyebrow in amusement.
“Come on you two. There’s a little time before your bedtime. Let’s go watch a movie on Daddy’s bed,” Jackson ushered them into the large attached master bedroom. He laughed as both Littles ran to jump on the bed leaving room for him in the middle. Jackson joined them to lay on the mound of pillows. He chose an animated movie from the online selections and wrapped his arms around each of his precious Littles as they snuggled against him.
Chapter 11
Halfway through the movie when his Littles were engrossed in the story, Jackson extricated himself from the snuggle pile and wandered down the hall to the kitchen. He turned on the intercom to monitor Emma and Matty. The only sounds he heard were sniffles as the animated animals were lost in a mean forest. He quickly fixed two bottles of formula and warmed them before returning to the bedroom.
Emma had scooted over to lay in the middle of the bed next to Matty. She lay holding a pillow to her face as the animals were pelted from above by an unknown foe. “Daddy, you made it back just in time. They’re under attack. Jackson sat on the edge of the bed and allowed her to scramble on his lap. Jackson settled against the pillows and patted the space next to him.
“Matty come to sit by Daddy. I have something for you,” he smiled as Matty instantly crawled over to lean against him. Jackson held the bottle up to Matty’s lips. He brushed the adult-sized nipple against his lips. Matty moved his mouth to the side avoiding the nipple. Jackson watched his Little boy’s face turn pink with embarrassment. He leaned over to whisper in his ear. “No one is watching. Emma won’t judge you. It’s okay to be Little.” He moved the nipple back to Matty’s mouth and smiled as Matty opened his mouth this time to accept it.
Matty settled more comfortably against his Daddy. He looked at Emma to see if she would make fun of him, but she was entranced by the movie. She didn’t care if Matty drank his bottle. This was Matty’s biggest challenge. He wanted to be Little, but the adult Matthew feared being someone’s joke. He would learn just how much his Daddy would protect him from the negativity of others but for today, he decided to just love being Little. “Mmmmmm,” he hummed as he sucked the delicious formula. His Daddy held it firmly in his mouth and smiled at Matty’s soft sounds of enjoyment.
When Matty finished his bottle, Jackson drew the nipple from his mouth and kissed his pursed lips lightly. “What a good Little boy you are! Daddy’s so glad he found you,” Jackson praised him before lowering his mouth to kiss him deeply. A tug on his sleeve made Jackson raise his lips. He licked the taste of his Little boy from his lips as he turned to see Emma pulling his shirt. “Sunshine?” he asked with a smile.
“I’m thirsty, too!” Emma whispered.
Jackson reached over to swap the empty bottle for the full one on the bedside table. “Daddy wouldn’t forget his Little girl. Come here, sunshine.” He cuddled Matty against one shoulder and helped Emma settle against the other. He knew Matty was watching carefully to see if Emma would be as Little as he wanted to be. Jackson brought the nipple up to her lips, and she opened her mouth without hesitation to drink her bottle. Jackson kissed Matty’s head as he let out the breath he was holding.
“This is really good,” Emma announced. “I didn’t think I’d like to drink from a bottle, but it’s wonderful.” She began watching the movie while she sucked from the bottle her Daddy held for her. “Mmmmmm!” she parroted the sounds she’d heard Matty make.
Jackson allowed himself to relax as well. He knew this was Emma’s first time to be Little. Matty had been Little before. He could let his Little to take over more easily. Jackson suspected that his Daddy hadn’t been kind, and that Matty had not been in a supportive Little environment. He made a mental note to set up some play dates for his Littles. They both needed to interact with other Littles to relax into their new lives. He shook his head slightly. It was official. He’d already decided that Emma and Matty were his.
Chapter 12
Their sleepy faces were pressed to his chest by the end of the movie. Jackson carefully shifted Matty to lay against the pillows before he helped Emma turn to put her feet on the carpet. He pulled her to her feet and wrapped an arm around her directing her shuffling steps to the nursery and to the changing table.
His Little girl pulled at her thick diaper and squirmed around. Jackson urged her up on the changing table. He knew Emma needed to potty. This was a very tough lesson for a Little. Getting used to using a diaper instead of a toilet was hard. He wrapped a wide restraining belt across her chest so that it laid snuggly under her breasts. Jackson spread her legs to the sides of the changing table and began to unsnap the legs to reveal her diaper.
Jackson spread the fingers of one hand across her lower abdomen compressing her bladder. “Go potty for Daddy, sunshine,” he said quietly.
“Nooooooo,” Emma wailed. She tried to wiggle free from the pressure of his hand, but she was held in place. Gritting her teeth against the steady pressure, Emma begged, “Just let me use the toilet, Jackson.”
“Call me Daddy, sunshine,” Jackson said evenly as he pressed. “Little girls don’t use a toilet. They potty in their diaper. I know it’s hard. Let me help you, Emma,” he urged as he increased the pressure slightly.
“Oooohhh, nooooo!” Emma whimpered as she lost control and urine streamed into her diaper.
“Good Little girl,” Jackson consoled her, wiping the tears from her face. “I know it hard to be Little. Using your diaper is hard at first, but it will get easier,” he promised. “Let Daddy know when you’re finished.” H
e maintained the pressure on her lower abdomen until she whispered that she was done. Jackson immediately unfastened the tape at the sides of her diaper and removed the saturated diaper.
“Did I make a big mess?” she asked concerned.
“No, sunshine. Your diaper absorbed everything. Daddy’s just going to clean your bottom, and he’ll wrap you in a new diaper. Just close your eyes and rest its bedtime for Little girls,” Jackson quieted her worries. He quickly wiped the traces of urine from her bottom. He ruffled her blond, curly pubic hair. “We’ll get these big girl curls removed tomorrow. My Little girl should be all smooth.”
Emma yawned, “Okay, Daddy.” Her eyes drifted to lay against her cheeks.
Jackson quickly wrapped a fresh diaper around her hips and refastened the onesie to fit softly. He lifted her from the changing table and carried his precious bundle to her crib. Laying her down softly, Jackson leaned in to kiss her lips softly before pulling up the crib railing to protect her inside.
He turned to the door to see Matty leaning heavily against the door frame. He covered his mouth to hide a giant yawn. “I woke up, and everyone was gone, Daddy.”
“I was just coming to get you ready for bed, Matty,” Jackson walked to him and cuddled him against his chest. “Come on. Let Daddy get you ready for bed. Climb up on the changing table. Daddy’s going to change your diaper. Do you need to potty first?” Jackson asked as he pulled the restraining strap around Matty and unfastened his onesie.
“I don’t want to use my diaper,” Matty said biting his lip.
Jackson began to press on Matty’s abdomen to help him release his urine. “Just relax and go, Matty. Daddy will get you all cleaned up for bed.”
Big tears began to run down Matty’s face. “I don’t want to get whipped,” he pleaded. “I can hold it.”
Immediately, Jackson relaxed his hand against Matty’s lean stomach. “I’m not going to whip you, Matty.”
“Not yet,” Matty wailed. “I haven’t ruined my diaper yet.”
Jackson wiped the tears from his Little boy’s face and held his chin up so that their eyes met. “I don’t know what kind of crappy Daddy you had in the past, Matty, but I’m never going to whip you for being Little. You’re supposed to wet your diaper. That’s why you’re wearing it. I’ll buy thousands of diapers for you and Emma. I’ll be happy to change your diaper. You’re my Little boy. I don’t care how many diapers you use. I would prefer that you use a lot. Then, I know that you’re healthy. Do you understand?” Jackson looked seriously at Matty.
“You’re not going to whip me?” Matty whispered.
“If you are truly naughty, I’ll spank your bottom until it’s red and stings, but I’m never going to whip you, Matty. I promise.” Jackson leaned down and kissed Matty deeply. At some point during the kiss, he began to press Matty’s tummy. His Little boy gasped as he lost control of his bladder and Jackson took advantage of his open lips to dive in to taste his Little boy. When Matty began to respond fervently, Jackson knew they had turned another corner. He raised his head and pressed one last sweet kiss on Matty’s parted lips.
“Are you ready for Daddy to change your diaper?” he asked softly as he stood up.
“Yes, Daddy,” Matty said breathlessly. He laid still as Jackson removed his diaper and cleaned his nooks and crannies.
“We’re going to have to remove these big boy curls,” Jackson said running his fingers through the scattered hair between Matty’s legs. “We’ll do that tomorrow,” he informed Matty as he wrapped a new diaper around him and began to refasten his onesie.
“Okay, Daddy,” Matty answered. “Daddy?”
“Yes, Matty,” Jackson answered with a smile.
“Can I have a nickname? Emma has a nickname. I want one, too.” Matty asked meeting his Daddy’s eyes.
Jackson could tell that he was important to him. “Of course, Matty. All Littles need a nickname. Do you have something you’d like me to call you?”
Matty nodded solemnly, “Could you call me, Prince Matty?” He tried to keep his face solemn, but almost immediately giggles erupted from his lips.
“You!” Jackson laughed and began to tickle his Little boy.
“No more, Daddy!” Matty gasped between giggles. His Daddy relented and moved the strap helping him sit up as his breath returned to normal. “I was kidding about Prince Matty, but I’d really like to have a nickname, too.”
“All Little boys need a nickname just between their Daddies and them. I think Prince would be a good one. Although Prince Matty is a bit ostentatious. Come with me, Matty. It’s time for Little boys to be in bed.” Jackson helped Matty climb into his crib, and he covered him with a soft blanket. The happy Daddy leaned in and kissed his Little boy lightly on the lips. “Good night, Prince Charming.” Matty’s soft sigh of pleasure made him smile. Jackson lifted the railing to keep him safe inside the crib.
Walking quietly across the plush carpet, Jackson turned the lights off leaving the nursery dimly lit by the nightlights near each crib. He hesitated in the doorway and looked back in amazement. He’d hoped to find a Little that he could cherish through the PLAYTIME app. Now, his nursery was filled by two amazingly strong people who were already more important to him than he wanted to admit. He shook his head trying to clear the haze of happiness from his mind as if it was an illusion. When he opened his eyes expecting to find that this had just been a dream, he saw a slim foot poking out from between the railing of Matty’s crib and a stuffed animal pressed against the side of Emma’s. They were really here.
Chapter 13
“Daddy?” came a soft, female voice from the nursery.
Jackson closed his computer. He had wondered when his Little girl would wake up. Matty had gotten up about a half hour ago and gone for a run. He should be back soon, but Jackson would enjoy having his Little girl all to herself for a while. He crossed the room and walked in the nursery.
“Daddy?” Emma asked.
“Good morning, sunshine. I wondered when you would wake up. Did you sleep well?” Jackson asked as he lowered the railing on her crib.
Emma yawned widely and rubbed her eyes. “I slept really well. Did you?”
“I slept very well knowing my Little boy and girl were tucked into their cribs in the nursery,” Jackson smiled at her as he reached in and lifted her warm sleepy body into his arms. Emma laid her head against his shoulder. Jackson smiled as he realized that his Little girl was a snuggler. He walked slowly across the floor enjoying the feel of her body next to his. The happy Daddy kissed her head as he laid her down on the changing table.
“Do you need to potty, Emma?” Jackson asked smiling at her as he unfastened her onesie.
“Can I use a toilet, Daddy?” Emma looked at him embarrassed.
“No, sweetie. Little girls use their diapers. I know you’re not used to your diaper yet. Let Daddy help you,” Jackson pressed on her tummy.
“Nooooooo,” Emma moaned. She covered her face with both hands as she lost control of her bladder.
Jackson removed her diaper and wiped her bottom clean. He turned her over on her side and tethered her in place with the wide, restraining belt. He opened the drawer below the padded top and removed a large thermometer. He completed his tasks efficiently. His Little girl would struggle when she realized what was coming next. The more he could accomplish before she removed her hands from her eyes, the better. He was smearing the inch-wide thermometer with lubricant when she peeked over her hands. He enjoyed watching her eyes flash wide in shock.
“Daddy, no,” Emma protested. She tried to squirm onto her back, but her Daddy had a firm hand on her ribcage holding her in place. She felt him lift her top buttock and press the rounded tip into her anus. “Noooooo!” she cried again as she pressed her hips forward trying to avoid the invasion. His firm hand held her in place. The thermometer slid deep into her bottom. It was thick and cold. She tried to push it out, but her Daddy held it firmly in place.
“Settle down, Little girl. You
r Daddy is going to take very good care of you. That means I will monitor all facets of your health. This thermometer will go in your cute bottom often. If you don’t settle down, we’ll have to practice with the thermometer after a spanking. You don’t want to earn a spanking, do you?” Jackson lectured his Little girl as he held the thermometer deep in her bottom twirling it around from time to time to remind her of its invasion in her rectum.
“It hurts! Pull it out!” Emma was willing to try anything to get him to remove the thermometer from her bottom.
“Thank you for telling me, Emma. We’ll need to start training your bottom to relax. I’ll start inserting a small anal plug in your bottom before I put your diaper on this morning. We’ll start with a couple of hours each morning to allow your bottom hole to expand. We can add time or advance to a larger plug if this doesn’t become more comfortable,” Jackson added in a concerned voice. He knew he was not hurting Emma, but she needed to learn that lying to her Daddy to avoid treatments that she didn’t want, would result in embarrassing solutions.
“No, Daddy. I don’t need a plug. I just want it out of my bottom. Please take it out!” Emma squirmed on the changing table.
“I know, sunshine. Little girls don’t like things in their bottoms, but Daddies know best. Five more minutes.” Jackson held the thermometer firmly in her bottom. He adjusted it frequently as a reminder.
Finally, he slid it out of her bottom. Holding it up to read the scale, Jackson pronounced, “It’s too high, Emma. I’ll recheck it before you take a nap. I hope it’s raised just because you’re agitated but if it’s still too high, Daddy will have to give you some medication. Now, it’s time for your vitamin. Do you take vitamins at home, sunshine?”