Daddy Bear Read Online Jayda Marx

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
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Once Tatum was finished, I locked eyes with him once more as I situated his jeans onto his hips, and then cradled him into my arms again. By the time we reached the bed again, my poor Taterbug looked completely wiped out. A simple bathroom trip was hard on him, even when he didn't walk. As I laid him down on the mattress, an idea to further help and care for him knitted together in my mind.

“I'll be right back,” I told him, and smiled at his quiet whimper of protest. “I'll be quick,” I promised, before hurrying out of the bedroom and into the next room over.

This room has been the source of countless emotions over the years; from the excitement of preparing it, to the hope of putting it to use, the sadness of seeing it stocked but not needed, and the fear of never needing it. But after all this time, patiently waiting for my boy, it was finally time to use the nursery; Tatum's nursery.

My hands quivered with anticipation as I opened the dresser drawers. I'd stocked them with items of all sizes, wanting to be prepared for anything my boy may need. The first thing I grabbed was a pair of small black sweatpants, along with some fuzzy socks.

The next item is what truly made my heart sing. I ran my fingers across several soft cotton diapers, once again choosing a small size for Tatum. I tucked everything under my arm before rushing back to my mate.

I sat on the bed next to him, and Tatum looked up at me with tired eyes. He hadn't fallen back asleep; he was waiting for me. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and told him, “I have a few things to help you.” I revealed the clothing first. “These pants will be more comfortable than your jeans, and the socks will keep your toes nice and warm.” He gave me a sweet, tiny smile and a gentle nod.

“I've got one more thing,” I explained, still keeping the diaper from his view. “It's totally up to you whether you'd like to use it or not.” I'd never push him into anything; his comfort and care were all I cared about.

Tatum’s droopy eyes widened when I showed him the diaper. “This way, you won't have to get up to go to the bathroom; you can just relax and I'll take care of the rest.” I made sure he knew, “I'm also happy to help you to the toilet. I want whatever you're comfortable with.”

I remained silent to allow him to think. I could practically feel both the intrigue and trepidation rolling off of him. After several long, quiet moments, Tatum slowly reached his hand out from under the blanket and gently tapped on the cotton.

“Okay,” I told him with a smile, though I kept my excitement under wraps. I didn't want him to feel obligated; he was free to change his mind. “Is it alright for me to help you with your pants again?” I didn't know if he'd worn a diaper a hundred times, or if this was his first time, but it didn't matter. I wanted his permission with each step.

Tatum trapped his bottom lip between his teeth and gazed up at me with wide, innocent eyes. He looked so sweet as he gave a tiny nod.

I pulled back the blankets and helped him roll onto his back before unbuttoning his jeans. I watched his face for any signs of apprehension while I pulled the zipper down, and when I saw none, I shimmied the denim down his legs. I dipped my fingertips into the waistband of his briefs and waited for another nod of permission before I rolled them down and over his feet, tossing all the fabric to the floor.

I tried not to let my eyes linger on his nude bottom half. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable, plus, this wasn't the time to ogle, since he was ill and I was caring for him. But that didn't mean I couldn't sneak a quick peek.

His penis was soft and cut, with a pink tip. It rested against his fuzzy balls, and I'd never seen such a lovely sight. I slid my arm beneath his thighs and raised his legs to slide the diaper beneath his cute, round bottom. Tatum spread his legs slightly, allowing me to fold the front flap over his pelvis. I smiled at the teddy bear pattern on the cotton. I thought they were perfectly fitting, and I hoped once Tatum learned more about me, he'd think so, too.

I secured the diaper with the tape strips on each side, making sure it wasn't too tight against his skin. I was finally able to pull my gaze away from the precious sight to ask him, “How does that feel?”


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