Gifting Crayons: An ABDL MM Romance (Regressed Book 1) by Jerry Hastings

Author:Jerry Hastings [Hastings, Jerry]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-10-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

I t was another fine morning, and Mister was making breakfast for me. The light was coming through the open windows of our bedroom, and there was this smell of something really good wafting in the air.

The door was semi-open. I got off the bed and headed to it. Getting through the doorway, I found Mister in the kitchen, his hands moving here and there, grabbing a pot, and then a pan, and then my eyes landed on something else.

There was a beautiful, light green high-chair by the dinner table. And on top of it was a cute, red-dotted bib. Oh, Mister was going to spoon-feed me himself, and it was going to be great and I was already feeling so loved and cared for.

Hearing the noise of my foot stepping on the floor, he turned his head and smiled. Mister wore just his pair of black boxer briefs, and him being almost naked really let the rest of his body shine. Just seeing it like this was making me feel so turned on, too.

I wore nothing, and so Mister was being able to see my little pee-pee sticking right up. His eyes darted down to it, but he didn’t pay it much attention. What he did was to flip over a pancake, and I wondered if he was going to feed it to me.

This being the morning after that night, Mister still needed to diaper me, but I also needed to have breakfast. I was hoping he was going to leave the diaper for later, to be honest. The smell of the pancakes and whatever else he was cooking for me was really making me love this morning. I hadn’t felt this good in a very long time.

“Oh, my little is out of bed already. I think I’m really going to need to buy you a crib.”

“Yes!” I clapped, jumping on my feet. “I really need a crib, Mister. I can’t sleep that well on the bed without you.”

“Well, good thing that doesn’t have to happen very often.”

“Yeah, but sometimes you don’t show up because of your work.”

Leaving his stuff on one of the counters, he made a beeline to me and pinched my cheeks.

“You are really so cute, my little prince, but about that, you have nothing to worry about. I’m going to be here tonight, and then in the next night, and in the other and the other too.”

“You promise me, Mister?”

“Of course,” he said, grinning. “Now why don’t you come and have breakfast with me? I’ve made it just for you.”

“Yes!” I shouted, rushing to the hair chair.

Grabbing me by my armpits, Mister lifted the tray of the high-chair, put me in it, and then filled a bowl with cereal and milk for me to eat.

“So, I’m not going to have pancakes?”

“They are for me. I think a cutie like you should have something better this breakfast, like this very delicious cereal.’

It was a bit disappointing, but I didn’t tell Mister that, nor did I show him any signs.

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