Loving Little Chris: An ABDL MM Romance (Regressed Book 3) Read online

  It didn’t have an insurance plan. Never thought I would need it one day.

  It had been some months already, and I couldn’t complain much about my life in his house. It had just one floor, but it was big enough for the both of us, and he was a good cook, too. He made me feel loved and cared for without being my Daddy.

  There was a good reason behind that, though. He had all the qualities – and also negatives, of course – of a real Daddy.

  He cared for me and made sure I was fed and well-taken care of. Couldn't have hoped for someone better to have saved me.

  And I felt so grateful to him.

  The light sneaked through the blinds. A new package had come to our place and it was one of the things I'd been expecting so much for a very long time.

  I imported these from Germany. My first time importing ABDL stuff, and I couldn't wait one second more to open.

  I tore open the packages and perked my ears up. There didn't appear to be anyone coming here. This was his house - his name was Andrew - but sometimes his friends and family showed up here out of the blue.

  I was still so thankful he was letting me live here. His family, though, didn't approve of it much.

  They were a little too religious for my liking. Didn't think two men should be living under the same roof at all.

  Bad news for them, though, they couldn't do anything about that.

  I grabbed the items that were inside the boxes and put them on the desk, in front of my laptop computer. At least that didn't get burned during the fire, I contemplated while admiring each of the gifts I bought for myself.

  One bad thing about being a little like me - without a Mister to care for me - was the fact that I didn't have anyone to give me fits.

  And this was my birthday. Finally turning 23 and I had so many things to look forward to. My life was going to change so much when I found another place to live in – and when I had the money for that.

  I grabbed my phone and began to record myself talking. I had a new coloring book, new pacis, diapers, and that sort of thing that a little like me loved.

  Mr. Bells was also with me, and he looked so joyful. He was jubilant for not having been burned during the fire incident...

  Ever since then, I couldn't forgive myself. Had I not been so lazy and tired, it wouldn't have happened - the fire, I mean.

  I finished recording the video not too long after and wished now more than ever I could live in my own place, but that of course, wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

  I was thankful I was living in this nice house with a quiet neighborhood that complemented it, but I still missed my privacy.

  I could jerk off and cum without a problem - without worrying he would find out - but the problem was that I couldn’t put on a diaper and walk around while pretending I was just four all over again.

  I sighed, edited the video, and put it on YouTube. I had a channel with about 200 subscribers. Nothing fancy, but I liked them and they were pretty loyal to me, too. Always commented on every new video I posted.

  And this new haul of ABDL stuff was going to be one of my most-watched videos. I didn't make any money off the channel, though. I didn't have enough subscribers for that, and Youtube wouldn't evaluate my channel until I had more than 1000 people subbed to it.

  I put my paci in my mouth and almost fell asleep on the chair. It wasn't getting late yet - I just felt tired. Going around and resolving some of my old apartment’s issues weren't easy things to do.

  Too many lines to be in, too many people to talk to, and endure employees that weren't having good days, and that’s without mentioning some people that seemed to be naturally mean.

  With my paci in my mouth, I felt like I was someone else again. My mind wandered and I began to think about how good it would be if a Mister just showed here and then told me that everything was going to be alright.

  More than anything at the moment, I needed that.

  Chapter 4

  It wasn’t the same day, but one morning I woke up and found a note just past under the door. That was curious and I got a little paranoid that something that was going to ruin my whole life here was happening.

  But it appeared that was not the case.

  Just a small piece of paper. Nothing more. Chris, calm yourself down and I'm sure you are going to love what is written on it.

  I bent down and grabbed the piece of paper. His handwriting. Andrew’s handwriting, and I… couldn't believe that he'd written to me instead of telling me what it was that was in his mind.

  Could he be a little shy too?

  Reading it, I couldn't help but feel warmth trickling into my heart with each word that he'd put here.

  Hey, little man. I know I've been saying that too much for you recently, but I know why I've been having this feeling. I stumbled onto your YouTube page and, well, it was like a dream of mine coming true.

  You are a little. Didn't think you really were, or else I would have already acted on it. I’m a Daddy and I don't know how to say this but you make my life so much better and fulfilling. Buying stuff for you, cooking, and then taking you to new places here in this city is all so cool.

  You are the best thing to have ever happened to me.

  Catch you later? I'm not very good with this kind of thing, but I've booked a room in a club for us. They have everything a little guy like you need, and then… I don't know.

  Maybe we could learn more about each other. We've been living together for a while and I know a lot about you now, but still… I was thinking we could try something a little more different.

  We can try that, and I just want you to give me a chance. Nothing more than that.

  Andrew.

  Where the fuck did this come from all of sudden? Andrew being a Mister, and he was into me?

  I let the piece of paper fall, finding it impossible to concatenate my thoughts. This couldn't be happening

  This had to be some kind of weird dream that I was having.

  I pinched my arm, but didn't wake up like in the movies. This was real. This was life.

  Andrew was a Big and he was into me.

  I need to get to that club as soon as possible.

  He put the address and the time he would like to meet me there on the piece of paper. No wonder he hadn't come home yet. The sun was already setting on the horizon and I'd kind of gotten worried that something evil was happening to him.

  Good to know that everything was alright.

  With that relieving thought in mind, I grabbed my things and bolted out of the house. Running back to it when I'd already gotten to the bus stop, I locked the main door and made sure that the stove and anything that could set the house ablaze were all turned off.

  After the fire in my old apartment, I’d grown a little paranoid about the same happening. I was too clumsy for my own good.

  Flashes of my Mister diapering me whisked in my mind, and while going there by bus, I couldn't stop fidgeting.

  One of the passengers even complained to me about it. The idiot didn't know what being in love was like and couldn't tell that I was just excited and not trying to infuriate him.

  The bus pulled over and I got out of it. Jumped out of it, more like. Then, I hurried over to the interior of the club and was taken by one of the employees - a nice guy about my age- to the room he'd booked.

  And when he opened the door, it was like I knew that everything was going to be better from now on.

  Mister Andrew was the first thing my eyes landed on, but not the only thing I admired. The room was decorated to look perfect for a little like me.

  Walls painted with a shade of soft blue, with doodles all over them. There was a crib near one of the corners, and it had one of those rotating things that hovered over it but which I forgot the name of at the moment.

  I could just imagine Andrew putting me to sleep there, and him taking a nap on a comfy, rocking chair.

  The door locked behind me and I raked Mister with my eyes. He looked stunning. All he ha
d on was a long, yellow shirt with a sun doodle painted on it. It hid his manhood, but I was sure that soon I was going to be all over it.

  Well, maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but that was the vibe I was getting from this. The moment we were sharing wasn’t going to be just about the sweet things. Mister Andrew was going to be pretty steamy with me as well…

  Andre was going to want me to give him a blowjob, and then he was going to play with my little asshole and also-

  I needed to calm down.

  “Good to see you here, little man,” he joked, smiling.

  We then talked and I revealed so much of my life to him. Like he'd mentioned before, he knew a lot about me, but not everything.

  Mom and dad were supportive of me and my choices, but the rest of my family wasn't. My uncle was a part of that. He made me feel like puking every time he showed up.

  Fuck my uncle.

  Just damn him to hell.

  But him and the awful memories that he made me remember weren't things that I sought to include in this meeting.

  So many things that we were going to do together here, and diapering me was going to be just one of them.

  And also, I didn't want to be thinking too far ahead for the moment, but I was kind of hoping that we would sleep on the same bed as well.

  It was king-sized, after all.

  ✽ ✽ ✽

  His lips approached mine ever so slowly, his breathing on my face, his hand reaching to my arm and gripping it. I let out a gentle gasp when our lips touched for the first time. I couldn’t believe that this incredible man was at last kissing me, and telling me every step of the way that I was someone special to him.

  When the kiss broke, I knew he had a couple more things to tell me.

  “I’ve been thinking about you all this time,” Andrew said.

  “Me too, but I’ve never thought-”

  “Never thought that I was gay? That’s a pretty common thing to assume about me. A lot of people do, but didn’t you find it weird that someone my age still isn’t married?”

  His eyes questioned me, and I dropped my head. I wasn’t feeling ashamed of myself or anything of the sort. Andrew had a point – a good one – and that’s one of the things about him that I should have noticed a long time ago.

  “You are right, Mister. It’s okay to call you that from now on, right?”

  He kissed me one more time. “Sure, little Sunshine. It’s okay to call me that, and from now on I’m going to call you ‘Sunshine’ because you are just that for me.”

  We kissed one more time, his tongue invading my mouth, dominating me, his hands groping and feeling every inch of me. I felt some heat rising in my body, my breathing quickening, my eyelids closing and my mind focusing only on the positives coming from this moment – and foregoing all the things about it that I wasn’t fond of.

  I broke the kiss and he asked me, “So, wanna get diapered?”

  My eyes bulged. “Mister? Really? I didn’t think it was going to happen so soon…”

  “Yeah, me neither, but I really can’t stop thinking about it. I’m going to diaper you and it’s going to be a moment like no other. You are not going to be able to forget it.”

  “No, I’m not,” I said, lying down and allowing him to take off my pants. His hand reached out, undid the zipper, pushed them down and I kicked them off me.

  He smiled, saying, “Damn, you really are desperate to be diapered. Don’t worry, it’s not going to take too long.”

  “Mister, but I actually want you to take your time.”

  He smirked and leaned down, kissing my cheek. “Then, that’s what I’m going to do.”

  He went to the closet, opened the door, and fished out of it the diaper that he’d cited. It was adult-sized, of course, and it had many, cute little elephant doodles all over its exterior. It was going to look so adorable on me, especially because it was soft purple-colored, and that was one of my favorite colors.

  But the diaper wasn't going to be everything that he was going to need, he thought before going to a small table by a wall and grabbing two pots. One was the talcum and the other contained a nice, gentle cream for my butt. It was a cream for sensitive skins like mine, and it had a pretty good smell as well.

  The smell was so good and intense I could feel it coming to me, wafting in the air.

  One quick look down was enough to tell me that Mister’s cock was rock-hard, and he looked hung like a horse. I couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like to have him inside me, his manhood reaching that spot that no one else could, his balls slapping against my butt, and other sensations that he would grace me with.

  I shuddered at the thought of him spilling his seed inside me. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I needed his spunk tainting my rectum, the prospect of that transpiring also making me squirm in delight.

  “Oh, someone is having dirty thoughts,” he joked, coming to the bed.

  A pity that they didn’t have a changing table, but I wasn’t going to let the absence of that get in the way of my enjoyment. This was going to be perfect, splendid even. His hands diapering me and then telling me that I was a good boy and didn’t have anything to worry about.

  Yeah, I needed those things far too much.

  With my pants off, his hands reached for my red boxers. His eyes landed on my bulge, a dirty smile appearing on his chiseled face. “Someone is really excited.”

  “I’m excited for you, Mister.”

  “I know,” he said before looping his fingers behind the band and then bringing my boxers down. Once again, I kicked the air, helping him however I could to get another piece of fabric that I had on me and was only getting in the way of us having fun.

  His eyes softened, the dirty smile remaining on his face.

  “You are so hard right now, my little Sunshine, but I’m not going to play with that. First, to diaper you, and then to cuddle together.”

  “I want those things, Mister,” I cooed, admiring his face and wondering how a man of his caliber could have remained single for so long.

  “Then, let’s finish this now,” he purred, opening the pots and spreading the soothing cream on my butt, and then throwing some talcum so that I was going to be smelling like chocolate.

  I was quite surprised that they – the club – had managed to get their hands on this kind of bottle with that odor. I didn’t know a lot about it, but I knew that it was pretty rare. The pot looked so nice too, especially with that cute drawing of a lion eating a huge chocolate bar.

  Mister then grabbed the diaper, put it on me, and then did the thing that I was thinking he wasn’t going to. He tore open another wrapper with a diaper inside it, and then put it over the one that I was already wearing.

  Fantastic!

  I just got double-diapered, and the sensation that it brought to me was out of this world. I could feel as if there was nothing worth worrying about, my eyes landing on Mister’s and reaffirming the certainty that he cared about me.

  Chapter 5

  It didn’t happen that same day. Mister brought me home and all we did was to cook and play a little. He loved playing with me, always smiling like there was going to be no tomorrow. And cracking many jokes, too. The whole time he was doing it, pulling me to him and then hugging me as well. Overall, we had a wonderful time together and I couldn’t imagine myself living without him.

  But tonight, he’d taken me to a different place. It was outside the city, on a lookout. The place had enough space for his car, so we were inside it. The moon cast a fuzzy light onto the city below, and we could see everything, including his house in the distance.

  His hand looked for mine, holding it. His mouth remained shut, though. I didn’t know if he was going to say anything right now. I kind of felt like we could spend the rest of the night like this, doing nothing and taking in the calming atmosphere that tonight presented us with.

  The radio of his car was playing some soothing music, too. Didn’t know the genre, but it was so good. It w
as giving me goosebumps, and I couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason for that. And the more time passed, the more I felt so okay with who I was, the feeling of the double-diaper on me reminding me that, most of all, I was a little.

  His hand finally let go of mine, his eyes looking for me. “I just want to say, my little man, that I love you.”

  I looked into his eyes and could tell that he was saying the truth. My heart seemed to be galloping like a horse now, and I didn’t know what to focus on. I felt like lunging forward and kissing him. But at the same time, just continuing to bask in this occasion felt so splendid, too. I didn’t want to end it.

  But why not end it so that something better and more fulfilling could replace it?

  “I love you too, Mister.”

  His eyes locked with me, his head leaning down, allowing me to kiss him seconds later. His hand moved to my cheek, settling there. I could feel his lips needing more of me, his tongue fighting against mine for possession of me until I gave up. No way that I could keep up a battle against him for too long.

  I knew that wouldn’t work.

  He broke the kiss, his eyes softening up when they admired me one more time. The prospect of sucking his big, meaty hard cock crossed my mind. Even though I had intimacy with him now, I didn’t know how to go about doing that, though.

  Didn’t know how he would react to the mention of such a vile, yet right thing.

  His eyes widened a little, and he asked, “What’s wrong, my pretty little thing? Something bothering you?”

  I wasn’t sure how to go about it – I wasn’t lying about that – but he ended up figuring it out on his own anyway. Then, it wasn’t long until he settled his hand on my shoulder, squeezing the skin. That act alone spoke volumes about his love and care for me. It didn’t matter what I felt like having at the moment. He was going to give it to me because he knew I needed it.

  He pushed his pants down, at last showing me his big cock, and I couldn’t help but stare at it like a fool. The sight of it mesmerized me, freezing my muscles, remaining inside the car, with my mouth hanging open.