**Daddy’s Boy Chapter 3 Release**
First Day Connections
Michael led Dylan, who was still clutching Billy and sucking his dummy, into the large hall. ‘Let’s get you out of those big boy clothes,’ Michael announced warmly. ‘Babies tend to wear just onesies or t-shirts in the house.’
He gently removed Dylan’s hoodie and dungarees right there in the hall, leaving him in just his teddy bear onesie. The onesie was adorned with cute prints, making Dylan feel even more immersed in his new role. Michael then checked Dylan’s nappy, praising him for using it, which made Dylan glow with pride.
‘I want to show you your new home, baby,’ Michael said, holding Dylan’s hand lovingly as he started to guide him around the house.
‘You’ve seen the study,’ Michael continued, ‘Now, here is the kitchen diner, with plenty of room for my baby to play.’
The kitchen was enormous, featuring a table that could seat ten people, a large island, and all the accessories a chef could desire. Dylan’s eyes widened as he noticed a large highchair in the corner. It was white with a printed seat featuring cheerful animals, covered in vinyl for easy cleaning. It had shoulder straps and hand and leg restraints.
Michael smiled, ‘I thought you’d notice that baby. It’s yours now, and all your meals will be taken there, no matter who is here.’
They moved on to the lounge next. It had a huge TV, loads of adult seating, and an excellent view of the garden. In one corner, a playpen filled with toys caught Dylan’s eye. Michael said, ‘You will be spending plenty of time in there.’
Dylan followed his Daddy upstairs. As they passed the downstairs cloakroom, Michael commented, ‘No need to see that room.’
Upstairs, they walked past six bedrooms, including three guest rooms, each with surprisingly large ensuite bathrooms. They arrived at the master bedroom, which was massive. It had a super king bed and overlooked the garden, furnished in a stylish and sophisticated manner.
‘This is my room. We will spend lots of time here together,’ Michael said gently.
He then surprised Dylan by kissing him deeply, his hand cupping Dylan’s nappy, making him feel an overwhelming sense of warmth and excitement. Michael chuckled softly and led Dylan to his new room.
Opening the door, Dylan was greeted by the sight of his new nursery, with his name beautifully painted on the crib and walls. The nursery was a dream come true. A large white crib filled with plush toys dominated the room, accompanied by a huge changing table and shelves stocked with an assortment of nappies, bottles, creams, tubs, and wipes. It seemed like there were thousands of supplies, all meticulously arranged.
Michael guided Dylan to the wardrobe, opening it to reveal hundreds of outfits. Most were cute boy’s clothes, but there were some girl’s outfits too, all brand new and ready for Dylan to wear. Next to the wardrobe was a chest of drawers filled with plastic pants, bibs, dummies in all colours, and every other item a baby might need. In the corner of the room was a chest full of toys, with a few wrapped presents beside it.
‘I hope you like your new room, baby. It’s all yours, now and maybe forever,’ Michael said, beaming with pride.
Dylan was taken aback, his smile stretching from ear to ear. ‘Is this really all for me?’ he asked, bewildered. ‘But Daddy, I am only here for a week.’
‘Let’s see, shall we, little man?’ Michael responded. ‘First things first, let’s hang up the signed copy of our rules.’
Michael hung the signed contract on the wall at the end of the crib so Dylan could always see them. He smiled warmly at Dylan and said, ‘I have one more room to show you.’
He took Dylan’s hand again and led him out of the nursery and down the hall. ‘This room is somewhere I will take you from time to time.’
Michael opened the door to reveal a specially designed room that was both intriguing and intimidating. The room was softly lit with ambient lighting, creating a calming atmosphere despite its purpose. There was a sturdy cage in one corner and a comfortable sling hanging from the ceiling, a spanking bench, fucking machine and much more, all designed for specific, intimate activities. Shelves lined the walls, holding an array of meticulously organises sex toys and chastity devices.
‘Wow, Daddy. I am a little scared,’ Dylan said with a nervous smile.
‘Don’t be. It will be a lot of fun,’ Michael reassured. The room was equipped with various items: padded restraints, vibrators, massage oils, and other carefully chosen toys designed for comfort and exploration. Each item was spotless and neatly arranged, reflecting Michael’s attention to detail and care.
Michael led Dylan back to his nursery, the familiar space immediately easing Dylan’s nerves. ‘Let’s get cracking, shall we?’ Michael said as he began to unbutton Dylan’s teddy onesie.
He picked Dylan up gently and placed him on the changing mat. ‘Right, little boy. There are a couple more things to share. I am a doctor by profession, and I like to make sure my boy is well cared for, so I will be doing lots of checks to ensure you’re healthy. I also want to inspect your body to make sure you followed my request about hair.’
Dylan nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Michael’s professional attitude and caring approach made him feel safe and cared for.
Michael carefully checked Dylan’s body, his touch gentle and reassuring. ‘Good boy,’ he praised, noticing that Dylan had followed his instructions perfectly. ‘You’ve done very well.’
Michael then prepared a few items for Dylan’s health check. He took out a thermometer and checked Dylan’s temperature, ensuring he was in perfect health.
He untaped Dylan’s nappy and proceeded to clean his baby. Michael was very thorough and flipped him over. Then all of a sudden, he injected baby with some health shots. Then proceeded to take some blood samples. Once done, Michael put lots of baby lotion all over Dylan. He spent a lot of time massaging Dylan’s bottom.
‘Sorry, baby. I just want to check a few things.’
He pushed a finger into Dylan’s anus, checking around. He then inserted a second finger and Dylan let out a little yelp, not knowing Michael had slipped a suppository into him.
‘Okay. Roll over, baby,’ Michael said, wiping his fingers with a baby wipe. He continued to inspect his boy, spending a long-time exploring Dylan’s penis, rolling back the foreskin, and massaging the area. This had, of course, made Dylan very hard but Michael just ignored it.
‘All done, my little one,’ Michael said with a smile. ‘You’ve been very brave.’
Dylan felt a sense of pride and contentment, knowing that Michael truly cared for his well-being. The room, the checks, and the gentle care all reinforced the bond between them.
‘Thank you, Daddy,’ Dylan whispered, feeling more secure and loved than ever before.
Michael smiled warmly, giving Dylan a tender kiss on the forehead. ‘You’re welcome, baby. I’m here to take care of you. Right. Time to get my little boy dressed.’
Michael slid a large, thick, white nappy adorned with cute teddy bear prints under Dylan. He carefully added a couple of boosters, liberally applied baby powder, and then securely taped up the nappy, ensuring a snug fit. The thick padding made Dylan feel even more like the little boy he longed to be.
Next, Michael slipped a babyish T-shirt over Dylan’s head. The shirt was soft and comfortable, decorated with cheerful cartoon planes flying across a blue sky. Michael admired his handiwork, then picked Dylan up with ease.
‘I’ll try to carry you, baby, but you’ll need to crawl sometimes and toddle at others,’ Michael explained, smiling warmly.
Michael carried Dylan down to the kitchen, where he buckled him securely into a highchair. The highchair was white with a printed seat featuring playful animals, and it was fitted with straps that highlighted Dylan’s thick nappy even more. Dylan looked down at himself, his feet dangling, feeling very small and perfectly infantilised.
‘Definitely time for some lunch. It’s past 12,’ Michael remarked, glancing at his watch as he began to prepare the meal.
Dylan watched as Michael moved about the kitchen, feeling more accepted and cared for with each passing moment. He felt very much like a two-year-old, the highchair’s straps holding him securely in place. Michael returned with a bottle of milk and a jar of homemade baby food.
‘Right, little one. I will be adding a daily tablet of PREP to your milk to make sure you’re fully protected. I know my friends are safe, but I will be overprotective of you,’ Michael explained.
Dylan nodded, appreciating Michael’s care. He had wanted to start PREP, so he was happy that Michael had taken care of it. What Dylan didn’t know was that Michael had also added a small amount of a special serum to the milk. This serum was designed to gently relax Dylan’s muscles, making it harder for him to control his bodily functions and slightly reducing his grip strength. It was a subtle amount, meant to help Dylan get used to his new routine without him even noticing.
Over the next thirty minutes, Michael playfully fed Dylan. He made aeroplane noises as he brought the spoon to Dylan’s mouth, making the experience fun and engaging. Michael’s loving attention made Dylan feel even more accepted in his role as an adult baby. However, Dylan started to feel pressure building in his tummy. He began to squirm, realising that he was going to mess his nappy. Suddenly, he let out a small fart, followed by a larger mess. He also wet himself, all without any control.
‘Did baby mess his nappy? What a good boy,’ Michael praised, gently patting the full nappy. Dylan felt a mix of embarrassment and pride, but Michael’s encouragement made him feel more secure.
‘Right, let’s get you down. I want to show you something more before I clean your dirty bottom and put you down for a nap.’
Michael unbuckled Dylan and carried him to the garden. Dylan could feel the contents of his nappy shifting as Michael rubbed his bottom, but he didn’t mind. It felt strangely comforting and right.
‘Baby, take a look at all the fun things you have to play with,’ Michael said, smiling warmly. The garden was a child’s paradise, complete with an amazing treehouse, a sandpit, a swing, a seesaw, and a swimming pool.
‘I hope you like it all. Let us have a quick swing before nap time,’ Michael suggested.
He placed Dylan in the swing and began to push him gently. As Dylan swung higher and higher, he felt the mess in his nappy spreading, but he didn’t care. He was having the time of his life, feeling carefree and happy.
After about fifteen minutes, Michael picked up Dylan and carried him back up to his nursery.
‘Let’s get that dirty bum changed, you stinky boy!’ Michael said playfully.
Dylan giggled as Michael changed him into another thick nappy. Michael then dressed him in a pair of soft pyjamas adorned with stars.
‘You’re my little star,’ Michael said, picking Dylan up and placing him gently in the crib. He then locked the crib with a simple tap on his phone, activating two bars that shot out from the rail and clicked firmly into place.
‘There we are, nice and secure. Daddy has a few sensors and cameras around the nursery to make sure my baby is safe. Sleep well, my little prince,’ Michael said, kissing Dylan on the forehead before closing the door gently.
Dylan lay there, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all that had happened over the last few hours. His heart was beaming with joy and contentment. If he could have signed up for this full time, he would have done so right there and then, giving up everything. A wave of tiredness suddenly hit him, and he fumbled for Billy. Finding his beloved bear, Dylan pulled him close and, as his head hit the pillow, he drifted off to sleep, feeling fully accepted and loved as an adult baby.
Dylan awoke to the gentle sound of his Daddy unlocking the crib. He had no concept of the time, but the room was filled with a soft, comforting glow. Michael reached down and placed his hand gently on Dylan’s nappy, feeling its wet state.
‘You’re absolutely soaked, baby,’ Michael declared, though Dylan had no recollection of how it had happened.
With a tender smile, Michael picked Dylan up and carried him to the changing table. He expertly untaped the nappy and cleaned Dylan up with gentle, soothing motions. Rather than putting on a new nappy immediately, Michael led Dylan to the bathroom where a warm bath had already been drawn.
Michael carefully lowered Dylan into the bath, the warm water enveloping him in comfort. Using baby shampoo and body wash, Michael washed Dylan thoroughly, making sure every part of him was clean. Dylan giggled as Michael handed him a small boat to play with, splashing around without a care in the world. The bath was a moment of pure joy and relaxation.
After a while, Michael lifted Dylan out of the bath and wrapped him in a big, fluffy white towel, drying him off with care. Once dried, Michael carried Dylan to his bedroom and sat him gently on the bed.
Michael wrapped his arms around his new baby and exclaimed, ‘I am so happy you are here.’
Dylan, feeling overwhelmed with emotion, responded, ‘So am I,’ with tears streaming down his face. ‘I have wanted this so much, Daddy,’ he said through bleary eyes.
‘It’s okay, baby. I am here for you now,’ Michael responded softly.
Dylan whispered in a hushed tone, ‘You promise?’
Michael pulled Dylan close and answered, ‘Yes, forever baby.’ They embraced deeply, sharing a moment of pure, loving connection. Michael held Dylan tightly, his presence reassuring and comforting.
‘I love you, Daddy,’ Dylan whispered, feeling completely safe and cherished.
‘I love you too, my precious boy,’ Michael replied, kissing Dylan passionately.
Michael slowly got undressed until he was naked too and they continued to explore each other sensually for what seemed like hours. Michael’s hand moved to caress Dylan’s newly cleaned bum rubbing it tenderly. ‘I want to feel you in me, Daddy,’ Dylan pleaded.
‘You will baby. All tests are back on the blood I took this morning, and we are both in perfect health.’
Michael responded lovingly. He then began to climb over his boy, kissing him everywhere, Michael flipped Dylan over and began to lick his boy’s spine slowly moving down until his tongue connected with Dylan’s tight hole. His tongue slowly entered pushing in deep and it was so sensual that Dylan nearly came. Michael turned his boy back over and lifted his legs up until they were face to face and he kissed his boy while the head of his pulsating erect cock slowly penetrated him.
Dylan took a deep breath. He was tight and had not had sex for a while, but he craved it. Emotions were building as slowly but surely; Michael’s large cock was enveloped by Dylan. They continued to kiss passionately as Michael slowly began to build up a rhythm, slow and steady then faster, back to slow, then faster again. Dylan was in ecstasy. He had never had sex so good. Michael was also loving his boy. He had craved this guy for a while and knew his ownership would be forever, not that Dylan knew that. Michael was soon reaching his climax and as he did, Dylan wrapped his legs around his Daddy, forcing him as deep as possible. Michael let out a cry of pleasure and Dylan breathed in Michael’s exhaled breath as the love of his life came powerfully. They both collapsed and laid together for a good ten minutes with Michael still buried deep inside Dylan.
‘That was amazing, baby,’ Michael said while stroking his boy’s hair. ‘I could lay here all day, but we have things to do,’ Michael gently pulled out of his boy while reaching for a butt plug that was on the bedside table. ‘I don’t want you to lose any of my seed, baby. I want you to absorb my love.’
Michael carefully inserted the plug, ensuring it was secure. He then picked Dylan up and took him back to the nursery. Once there, he dressed Dylan in a thick white nappy and a cute T-shirt adorned with colourful cartoon characters. Michael carried him downstairs to the playpen, gently placing him inside. The playpen was filled with an assortment of toys, from soft plush animals to blocks and rattles, creating a delightful playground.
‘Have fun, little one,’ Michael said with a smile as he headed to his office to complete some work.
Dylan spent the next few hours happily playing with his toys, losing himself in the innocent joy of his activities. He built towers with his blocks, hugged his plush animals, and shook his rattles with glee. The time passed quickly, and before he knew it, a couple of hours had gone by.
During this time, Dylan noticed that his nappy had become wet. He wasn’t sure when it happened and, to be honest, he didn’t care. He was still glowing from the day’s events. When Michael returned, he found Dylan happily engaged in play.
‘Looks like someone needs a change,’ Michael said kindly, taking him back to the nursery. He carefully changed Dylan, removing the plug and ensuring he was clean and comfortable.
After changing Dylan, Michael took him downstairs for dinner. He placed Dylan in the highchair and fed him a nutritious meal. Despite his best efforts, Dylan found it challenging to feed himself properly, and he made quite a mess. The muscle relaxants were subtly affecting his coordination, making it difficult for him to handle the utensils. Michael quickly cleaned up the food and Dylan, maintaining a patient and loving demeanour throughout.
‘No worries, little one. You did great,’ Michael reassured him, popping the dummy back into Dylan’s mouth. ‘Keep this in, okay?’
After releasing Dylan from the highchair, they spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the sofa. Dylan, now back in a fresh nappy, felt safe and content in Michael’s arms. They watched a family-friendly movie together, with Dylan occasionally giggling at the funny parts and snuggling closer to Michael.
Just before 9:30, Michael took his baby upstairs and prepared him for bed. He changed Dylan into a thick safari-themed nappy and a matching animal onesie. Handing Dylan his favourite toy bear, Billy, Michael picked him up and carried him over to a nursing chair in the corner of the nursery. Michael cradled Dylan and began to feed him his night-time bottle of milk, which helped Dylan relax and get ready for sleep.
Michael kissed Dylan’s forehead and said, ‘We have a big day tomorrow, little man. You need to get your rest tonight.’
Within minutes, Dylan was sound asleep. Michael gently removed the bottle and placed Dylan’s dummy in his mouth before carrying him carefully to the crib. Michael gave him another gentle kiss before locking the crib securely for the night. He turned on a night light and moved towards the door.
‘You really are my dream baby boy, my boy forever’ he whispered softly.
Michael then closed the door with a click. Dylan stirred slightly and unconsciously hugged Billy close in his sleep, feeling loved and secure as Michael’s words echoed in his dreams.
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