Page 32 of Hiding From Laughter

Micha was in control.

He proved that when he stripped off myunderwear and picked up the diaper. “But don’t worry, I know where I want tostart, so it’s not completely random.”

Micha liked research.

He’d researched weird shit to be as happyas he currently was.

Ugh.

“I’ve been thinking about this.” He leftout the part that he’d been able to think so much because of all my extra work,but I knew it was partly my fault.

I should’ve kept him busier.

I’d done this to myself somehow.

“Special shirts to start with and thenwe’ll get some special jammies and other fun clothes.” Bouncing his head fromside to side, he pushed my legs toward my chest and lifted up my bottom so hecould slide the diaper under me. “You’re going to be surprised at how muchvariety there is, but don’t worry, I’m in charge of picking and buying anddressing you.”

Somehow he kept getting more and moreexcited every time he talked about it.

He was kind of rude to get so happy when Iwas frustrated.

I sucked harder and faster to make sure heknew that, but he was a pain in the butt and smiled wider. “I knew you’d likenot having to make any decisions about what kind of onesie to wear or if youneeded your diaper.”

Oh.

He wasincrediblyrude to cheat soblatantly too.

Not having to talk meant I couldn’t tellhim how ridiculous all of it was.

“Alright, shirt on.” Micha frowned thoughtfullyas he sat me up and worked the strange t-shirt thing over my head. “You do lookcute like this, though, but I don’t want you to get cold.”

The weirdest part was that I couldn’t tellif he was serious or not. He was thoroughly enjoying everything he was doing,but since he was in control that probably made sense, and he was being reallythinky about all of it.

“Some of the jammies looked too hot,though.” His brows pulled together as he laid me back down again. “I don’t wantmy cute baby to melt. We’re going to have to find a compromise somewhere.”

He was like cuddling with a furnace, so memelting was entirely possible.

“We’ll figure it out.” Wiggling the backflap of the shirt thing between my legs, he focused on the buttons instead ofsmiling at me. “Some of them might not be as heavy as I’m imagining. I’ll haveto read more of the reviews. Someone has to have done reviews on that kind ofstuff. There are videos online for everything else kink related.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong but I wasn’t going toencourage his new shopping research until I knew more about what he was talkingabout.

Ugh.

He was going to make me have to do researchtoo.

Evil. Evil Dom.

Putting on my new cotton shorts kept himdistracted and chatty. “A lot of the practical things for this kind of fun areglossed over, though. Someone needs to do starter videos that skip the Kink 101bits and jump right to the clothes and quiet toys aspects.”

He reached up and tapped my quiet toy.“Some have to be more well-made than others, but it’s hard to figure that out.”

Micha liked quality stuff, so I couldunderstand his logic.

That didn’t mean I had to acknowledge anyof it, though.

I had my quiet toy in and that meant Ididn’t have to talk about the toy. I didn’t have to talk about the clothes, evenif they had animals on them. I didn’t have to talk about him being so happy. Ididn’t even have to talk about my diaper making me wiggly.

“You look perfect.” Giving me his sappysmile, Micha kissed my nose. “One last piece.”

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