Page 64 of Hiding From Laughter

He chuckled. “Yes. A lot of special subslike having all their control taken away by something nice and relaxing. Theylike playing and they like watching cartoons. They like bottle time and quiettoys.”

My naughty man liked to talk.

“They like being wrapped up tight andrubbing their diapers.” My naughty man patted the front of my new diaper makingme wiggle. “Just like that. They like bubble baths and having someone specialfeed them.”

Not gonna listen.

Nope.

I didn’t have to.

I was my naughty man’s special boy and hehad to do everything ’cause that’s what he liked.

“Oh, hiding your ears? That’s a lot ofhiding.” My naughty man needed to worry more. “So I guess you don’t want tohear about what else special subs called littles might like or what theirDaddies do.”

Nope.

“Then we won’t talk about it.” My naughtyman snapped my shirt and kissed my nose. “We’ll just have bottle time andsnuggle and nap instead.”

Cheater.

Cheater.

Cheater.

“Nods? Good boy.” My naughty man kissed meagain and then scooped me up. “Cuddle time. Bottle time. Naptime. But nottalking time.”

He was sneaky.

“I won’t talk about little stuff or Daddystuff, just about bottle time and cute stuff like the way you give me cuddles.”My naughty man got me back on his lap. “Trade.”

He got my quiet toy out and my bottle infast.

“No talking for you either.” My naughty mangave me head kisses and I forgot to close my ears. I had to snuggle. That’swhat happened with bottle time. “That’s my sweet boy. Cuddles for me. You’rethe best snuggle bug. Oh, that’s what you were. You were a little bug. Like theones that roll up and hide.”

My naughty man was silly.

He was talking and snuggling and cuddlingand…

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“Hmm…squirms and groans and hiding underyour pillow?” Micha’s overly cheerful voice made me groan again. “Fair warning.If you’re big again, I’m going to talk.”

Waking up from a nap was supposed to benice.

“I don’t have to listen.” He’d freed myhands at some point, so I could plug my fingers in my ears as I hummed.

He cheated again.

The brat started rubbing the front of mydiaper and was thoroughly enjoying making the hard-on situation worse.

Hmm.

Maybe waking up humping the bed had been agood clue about my frame of mind?

“La. La. La.” Singing softly, I couldn’thelp rolling theframe of mindthing around in my head again. Little.He’d said that was me being little. “La. La. La.”

That hadn’t been anything like the littlesat the munches, though.

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