It was a stormy early morning, as Dave had found himself unable to sleep. After some attempts, he simply gave up, sighing as he allowed himself to sit up in the large king size bed. He flipped the television on for some sort of entertainment, cringing slightly at the sudden brightness.
He felt frustrated, being plagued by nightmares of his past. Why must this always happen? He sighed, knowing he would be exhausted tomorrow. A rumble of thunder was heard in the distance, as the sound of rain tapped against the glass of his window. Dave was sure that James was just fine down the hall, warm and safe in his nursery.
He glanced over at the baby monitor that sat on the nightstand. A frown soon graced his features as he could hear small whimpers of anguish. Maybe that wasn't the case, after all.
Even little babies get nightmares from time to time, that much was certain.
James was uncomfortably thrashing in his sleep, in the middle of a particularly nasty dream. The knit afghan he so often slept with was kicked away from his form, and his teddy no longer tucked under his arm. He whimpered, and gave a soft groan, pulling out of an anything but peaceful slumber.
His heart was thumping in his throat as he awoke, jolting into the sitting position with a soft crinkle. His blue eyes scanned the room, feeling both alert and slightly disoriented. Thank goodness his night light was working. It sat in the socket, untouched, still illuminating the room with its warm sunbeam glow. Surely the terrifying monsters from his nightmares wouldn't be able to reach him as long as it was on…right?
The sound of thunder crashing down, once more, was enough to make James jump with a fright. He reached to clutch his blanket and teddy, starting to wet his already soggy diaper. That thunder scared the pee out of him! Why must he be such a frightened little baby?
He pouted, and his eyes began to water. No, no, he was a brave little boy! Not a baby who was scared of his own shadow!
The sound of footsteps started to be heard, along with yet another rumble of thunder. Oh no. The monsters were coming, and they would soon find him. James hid himself beneath the warm blanket like a cowardly turtle. He sat still, slightly trembling, as he heard the footsteps and the creaking of the floorboards get louder. He sought comfort in sucking his thumb, whimpering and preparing to be taken into the void by some sort of powerful demon.
The door creaked open, and a tear rolled down his cheek as he imagined a gruesome hand with long, thin fingers, and razor-like claws reaching around the wooden frame. Suddenly, the light turned on, and James let out a relieved cry. “James?” A soft, familiar voice crooned.
James lifted the blanket from his head, revealing teary eyes filled with fright. There he saw Dave in the doorway, looking concerned. Almost immediate relief washed over the babied man, as he simply held his arms out, making grabbing motions with his hands. He just wanted to be held!
“Hey big guy," Dave cooed. He crossed over the soft carpet, moving to unlatch the big baby's crib. "It's alright now, Daddy's here," the redhead sat on the mattress beside the still trembling blonde, pulling him into a warm embrace. "Everything's okay," he whispered, rubbing slow, comforting circles over his back.
James sighed and nuzzled into the crook of Dave's neck, starting to calm down. “You had a bad dream, huh?” asked Dave. He stroked some of his baby's long blonde hair.
James had a sweet pout against his lips, nodding, “M-Monstwers Daddy,” he whined. Daddy stroked his hair some more, hushing him, “Shh, It’s okay now, it was just a dream. No monsters are gonna get ya," he said. James looked him in the eyes, “Pwomise?”
Dave chuckled lightly and kissed his forehead, “I Promise.”
James shifted on the mattress, cringing slightly at the overly wet feeling between his legs. Dave noticed and naturally went to check his diaper. He removed the blanket from the blonde's lap and gave a soft gasp.
James had leaked through his pajamas, a sodden, wet patch was present over the crotch and thighs of his striped thermals. Once hit with the realization, a red tint crept over his face, from embarrassment. Dave couldn't help but stifle a laugh, thinking it was cute, "I think it's safe to say you're due for a change, bud," He giggled.
He stood up, taking James' hands and helping the big baby to his feet. Dave snuck a kiss to the flustered boy's nose, reminding him that everything was alright. This nursery that the two shared was a total judgement-free zone.
He led the blonde over to the changing table and helped him get situated. Diaper changes were always one of the special moments in their dom and sub relationship. James allowed himself to relax, slipping a thumb back to his mouth, as Dave tugged down the wet pajama bottoms.
"Hoo, little boy, I think we're gonna have to get you some thicker diapers!" Dave teased, only making his baby blush again and wiggle in place on the table. "Nuh uh!" James giggled. The redhead put a hand on his hip in a silly, sassy manner.
He clicked his tongue, "Oh no? Well Daddy sure thinks so!" He laughed, moving to untape the saturated garment. A soft noise escaped James' lips, covering his face with his hands. He felt even more flustered than before! But in a good way, he knew Daddy was just teasing.
He watched through his fingers as Dave looked around playfully, "Hmm, where'd he go? He was just here a minute ago!" Oh, how James loved a game of peek-a-boo during his little time. He tried not to giggle, uncovering his face with a soft "boo!"
The older man fake gasped with surprise, "Oh, there he is!"
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James was soon all cleaned up and a fresh diaper was laid under his bum. Dave pondered the thought of putting James in two diapers. He thought it would be particularly cute to see him unable to walk, but waddle like the big baby he was.
"Daddy knows best, doesn't he baby?" He asked the blonde while powdering his bottom. James shivered slightly at the intimidating tone in Dave's voice. His cheeks grew hot again, feeling his cock twitch upward ever so slightly. "Yes, Daddy."
That's it, his mind was made up. He secured James' diaper up nice and snug, before grabbing another. James cocked his head to the side in confusion. He went to sit up on the changing table, but Dave gently stopped him, "Ah, ah! Not yet, baby," he crooned, motioning for the blonde to lay back down.
James stuck his bottom lip out in an adorable pout, watching as Dave lay another clean, fluffy diaper under his rear. "But Daddy, you already gave me one!" His cheeks were still blushing as he tried to protest.
Dave thought nothing of it, quickly taping the diaper over the other, "I'm not taking any chances, baby. Did you see your pants?" He teased with a smirk. The younger man squeaked with embarrassment and covered his burning face. Daddy pulled out a clean pair of childish pajamas, printed with little dinosaurs.
He pulled the bottoms up over his thick diapers, stifling the urge to gush and coo at his boy, who looked so infantile with a big diaper bulge. James was allowed to sit back up, and his shirt was switched out to complete the look. He looked down at himself and wiggled. He was just a huge baby!
"Would you like to sleep in Daddy's bed?" Asked Dave, tucking a piece of James' hair behind his ear. The blonde gave a big smile, completely forgetting about his embarrassment. "Yesh pwease!" He cuddled into his Daddy warmly.
Dave helped him from the changing table, holding his hand as he led him to the bedroom. He thought it was absolutely adorable the way James waddled slightly in his walk, and the way his diapers were noisier than ever with every movement.
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Not much longer than three minutes passed, before Dave came back, full bottle in hand and a grin on his face, "There's my big brave baby man!" James giggled at the pet-name, wiggling in is soft c