Page 168 of Double Daddies
“There is nothing to be embarrassed about, little bit. It’s natural,” Daddy says as he rubs my back.
“You’re not the one pooping in front of two Daddies,” I sob, closing my eyes. “And I’m completely naked! I’ll never be able to look at you two the same. I can’t. I?—”
“Breathe,” Papa commands. “Take a deep breath in.”
I glare at him. “This is not the time?—”
“Do as Papa says.” He raises an eyebrow. “Breathe for me. There is no reason for you to panic.”
I take a deep breath, appeasing him. My body starts to calm down as another cramp hits me, and I push, expelling more from me.
“Dig me a hole and put me down there so I can die,” I wail, pushing my face into Papa’s chest. “This is so mortifying. Worse actually.”
Daddy continues to run his warm hand up and down my back, trying to bring me comfort. Papa holds the back of my neck, keeping me in place.
“I can’t believe I’m pooping in front of you both,” I whisper.
“It’s happening, and it’s okay. There is nothing wrong with it,” Daddy gently says.
“There is,” I sob. “Has any other girl pooped in front of you? Did it stink so bad? I can’t.”
“Look at me,” Papa commands.
My eyes open. He gives me a small smile, kissing my forehead.
“No other Little has pooped in front of us. We are honored you have. You are letting us take care of you. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.” Papa cups my face with his hands. “It means so much to us.”
My shoulders slump as I lean into his hands, closing my eyes once again.
“There is no reason for you to be embarrassed. I promise. If you want, we won’t mention this again.” Daddy rubs my back.
“I”—I take a deep breath—“I think I would like that,” I whisper.
It’s the only way I'll be able to get through this. Yes, it’s happened, but if they don’t mention it, I’ll be okay. I can lock it away in the back of my mind and never think about it again.
Pulling my face out of Papa’s hands, I sit up straight. I reach for the toilet paper, but Daddy stops me.
“Let us take care of you.” He rips some off.
My face goes red as he starts to wipe me. I hold my breath as he continues to clean me up.
“Breathe,” Papa whispers.
I suck in a breath as Daddy steps away. “All done.”
My whole body sags, my head hitting Papa’s chest. He wraps his arms around me, picking me up and holding me close. I nuzzle my face into his neck as he carries me out of the bathroom. He lays on the bed and Daddy does the same next to us, sandwiching me between them.
I know I was embarrassed in the beginning for pooping in front of them, not able to get over it at the time. But looking at it now, they took such good care of me. They genuinely didn’t seem to care that I was having tummy trouble. Their concern outweighed everything.
They were truly meant for me like I am meant for them. We work so well together, even though we haven’t known each other for long.
What did I do to get so lucky?
“Such a good girl,” Daddy whispers in my ear.
A shiver runs up my spine. I’m still completely naked in front of them while they are fully clothed. I tug on Papa’s shirt before turning and doing the same to Daddy’s.
“Off,” I demand.
