Page 41 of Hiding From Laughter

He loved watching any kind of orangutan,monkey, or gorilla in person or in videos, so I wasn’t surprised when helaughed around the binkie and his whole body got in on the action. “Monkey. Iknew it.”

That got even more laughter from him as Ifilled up another bottle of milk, but he didn’t have a reaction to it. Ashtonwas too busy giggling and being a monkey. Something about the mitts made theact even cuter but that might’ve been because of the way it was shaping hishands.

“I bet I have a clingy monkey.” Setting thebottle in the fridge, I went over and pretended to study my monkey. “Or does hewant to walk and pretend to be a boy?”

No.

He wanted to be picked up and nearly jumpedinto my arms.

His momentum made it even easier and he waswrapped around me like a monkey before I could take a breath. “Yep, clingymonkey.”

One who loved being carried no matter if hewas big or not.

This version of Ashton giggled and buriedhis face against my neck, though, and didn’t moan or try to hump me.

“Let’s go play.” My next shopping trip wasgoing to be for some toy animals or a little zoo setup since he seemed to loveanything and everything connected to it, but for the time being, cartoons andcrayons would work.

He was wrapped tight enough around me thatI grabbed his toys before heading into the living room and we made it safely tothe couch, giggling monkey and all. “Cuddle time first. I need my snuggly boy.”

Ashton seemed perfectly content with thatplan, wiggling around to sit on my lap with his legs stretched down the couch.He even gave me a hug and nuzzled his nose against my cheek as he got comfortable,but the binkie stayed firmly in place.

Not being able to talk had definitelyhelped him find the right headspace.

His brain always worked too fast andfinding ways to slow it down had been important, but the physical remindersthat I was going to make all the decisions seemed to help in a new way. Thebinkie with making sure he knew he couldn’t talk me out of anything or into it,and the mitts with making him realize he was completely depending on me.

That was going to be more evident soonerrather than later when his rubbing wiggles turned into a potty dance. We didn’tseem to be at that point yet, but he’d drunk a lot of milk and I had anotherbottle ready to go.

But first, our plan was cuddling andcartoons and then we’d shift gears.

I was just going to have to wait and seehow long that would take.

Thirty minutes.

It’d taken thirty minutes to go from happywiggles totoo much milkwiggles.

The rerun of Blues Clues we’d been watchingwas no longer holding his attention and he was shifting back and forth on thefloor, sucking on his binkie for all he was worth. I was wrapped around him,leaning back against the couch and my dick clearly didn’t understand thedifference between potty wiggles and fuck-me wiggles.

I was doing my best to ignore his badbehavior and focus on my wiggly boy’s interesting behavior. He wasn’t givingoff any signals I could easily decipher but he wasn’t pissed about the bladderissue either.

When we finally solved the mystery andeveryone was cheering on the screen, I reached under his arms and ran myfingers along his ribs. Ashton squealed around the binkie but kept it clenchedtight in his teeth. “Time to celebrate. Yay.”

It was questionable as far as logicalreasons to tickle him went, but he wasn’t in the headspace to complain, so Ijust went with it. “Yay.”

More happy sounds and tickling from me gotbelly laughs and wiggles from him, and wrapping my legs around him to pin himagainst me just made it funnier to him. And like last time, I kept going evenwhen silly wiggles turned to frantic potty ones.

“Silly boy. My laughing boy.” Just a fewmore seconds pushed him over the edge, and as soon as he tensed, I stopped thetickles and started kissing over his face. “My good boy.”

As he turned to me, Ashton couldn’t seem todecide if he wanted to scrunch up his face or ignore it, so I decided for him.“Bath time? You’ve been such a good boy I have bubbles for you.”

Those had been easy toys to get becausethey’d been right beside the poop candy and the coloring books.

It was nice when companies lined upeverything a little needed right in one place.

Expensive but nice.

Ashton’s eyes lit up and he nodded, binkieback to being sucked on and not chewed. “Let’s go.”

He quickly got onto all fours to help meget up since he had me pinned against the couch, but he wiggled his bottom andlet out a squeak as he realized how wet his diaper was. However, since keepinghim in the headspace he’d found was my goal, I patted his bottom as I stood.“We’ll get you all clean and into a dry diaper. Then you can wiggle and rubmore.”

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