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Along the opposite wall, there was a changing table that had been repurposed as a shelf for snacks and eating utensils. A small refrigerator sat right beside it. A little further down there was another dresser. I suspected it held his Little outfits.
Everything I’d seen him in so far had been borderline between his big side and his Little one. I hoped he’d trust me enough soon to grant me a chance to dress him up like the sweet baby he was.
I stood in the middle of the room, happy and intrigued. It took me a second to gather my words because the moment deserved more than a quick reaction.
My boy was standing next to the door, as if he would flee if my reaction wasn’t what he hoped. I could feel his eyes on me even though I wasn't looking at him yet.
"This is who you are," I told him. It wasn’t my asking. It was simply me telling him I saw it.
That I saw him.
"Yes," he replied quietly.
I turned around to fully face him. His arms were crossed, keeping him closed off in a way I instantly hated, and he’d ducked his head down.
Crossing the room in a couple of long strides, I didn’t stop until I was close enough that he had to look up to see me.
"It's incredible, baby. You built the perfect space."
"You think so?”
"Absolutely. The care you took, the layers of you… It’s obvious that nothing here arrived by accident. I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to come in.”
His shoulders dropped. "I’m glad you like it, Daddy."
I reached out and ran my fingers over his cheek, noting the blush that formed. He leaned into it the way I loved. Like he couldn’t get enough of my touch.
He looked at me for a moment. Then he unfolded his arms and stood up a little straighter and said, "Can we pway now?"
I grinned. "That is exactly what I hoped you’d say."
As if he could read my mind, my boy grabbed some clothes from the dresser before taking off to change. I wandered around the room while waiting for him. My fingers trailed over items, taking in the different textures and cataloging what all he had.
It was best to know the gaps in his collection in order to be able to spoil him properly.
When he came back, I nearly swallowed my tongue. He was literal Little perfection.
He had on a shirt several sizes too small, the material stretching across his beefy upper body like one wrong move would have the seams splitting wide open. Paired with it were a pair of shorts that bordered on obscene. His thick thighs made the fabric ride up, turning them into more of a diaper situation than they were designed to be.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He looked younger, more relaxed. Even with how arousing it was, I could sense how his Little side peered at me.
“Is it… is it tew much? I go change,” my boy said nervously.
He’d mistaken my silence for judgment. I needed to rectify that immediately.
I ate up the space between us, then gripped his hips tightly. “Baby, you’re not too much. And don’t you dare go change. I’m fighting to not scare you with how attracted I am to your body right now.”
“Oh.”
The soft reply shook me out of my lusty stupor. “Don’t worry about Daddy, baby. Right now is about you getting the time you need to relax. My cock can wait.”
Biting his lip, he gave me a quick nod before heading to his toys. He selected several stuffed animals, then carried them to the large blanket pile in the corner and began arranging it all.
I settled onto the cushions by the low table and watched. It would be interesting to see how he navigated playtime. The only other time he’d truly been in Little state was at Jake’s party. And of course, my surprise appearance there interrupted him.
This would be new. It would be a chance to observe.
I could tell the arrangement he was making was deliberate. Stuffies were being grouped by size, smaller ones against larger ones, with blankets sectioning them off. His hands were gentle, as if he meant to make each feel special.
