Jamie suckled absently on the large rubber bulb of his pacifier, content. He had his legs up, lying back on Michelle’s bed, and smiled while she ran a warm baby wipe over his skin, cleaning up the muck he’d pushed into his diaper there during their grown-up time. She’d already gotten dressed, putting her clothes back on while he laid on the bed, half snoozing, exhausted and deliriously happy.

He’d made the right choice in coming to Michelle. She knew how to look after him, how to keep him a grown up. They’d just had a grown-up experience, after all–Littles didn’t have ess-ee-ex, so their time together, him eating her out while he messed himself and spurted into his diaper? That had to have bought him quite a bit of maturity.

“I’ll have to go get you more diapers soon,” Michelle told him, humming softly as she sprinkled powder over his parts. Despite the recent orgasm, he still grew hard at her touch, standing up an inch tall under her fingers. “I think the pharmacy nearby has a few diaper options in your size–would you prefer bunnies or unicorns?”

He raised an eyebrow at her–was that a trick question? “Whi’ duh…” he began, though he trailed off when she giggled.

“Take your paci out, silly boy,” she chided, though the correction was gentle.

He removed it, asking again, “Which is more grown up?”

“Oh, well,” Michelle said, tapping a finger on her chin. “That’s a good question–maybe we should go with princesses, just to be safe?”

He nodded seriously. “That’s smart!”

“Princess Pampers it is,” Michelle declared, folding the new diaper up between his legs. Even over his erection, she had no trouble taping it down–he barely made a bump. “Wait here while I get you some new clothes, okay?”

He nodded, lowering his legs, caught off guard by how comfortable he felt with Michelle. She really was perfect–caring, attentive, the smartest grown up he knew. She’d done everything she could to keep Jamie safe from the curse that threatened to regress him into a Little, and more than that, she’d done it without ever making him feel bad for the regression that’d already happened.

She returned from her closet a moment later, holding up a pair of duck-print footie pajamas. The white fabric had bright yellow rubber ducks printed haphazardly all over the material, and three shiny buttons held a diaper flap in place, ensuring easy changes. “This should fit you just right,” she assured him, lifting the garment discerningly, as though eyeballing the size against his form.

Jamie’s brow furrowed. That seemed…off, somehow. “Erm…hold on,” he started.

“It’s on the back,” Michelle interjected, before he could form the question properly.

He turned his head to the side, more confused than ever. “Huh?”

She turned it around, emphasizing the zipper. “The zip-up, it’s on the back,” she explained. “You were going to ask how you’d put it on, right?”

(Was I?) He concentrated, trying to think what his objection was. But…it had to be the zipper, Michelle knew what he was going to think before he thought it. “Okay,” he mumbled, nodding.

“Sit up,” she instructed, crouching to help guide his legs into the footie PJs. “It’s pretty late out, and I’m not sure if you should try to go out alone–you shouldn’t cross the street without a grown up to hold your hand.”

He sat up, slipped his legs in, leaning forward so she could shimmy the pajamas over his diaper. “‘S not safe,” he agreed. “But I’d look both ways.”

“Such a smarty pants,” she praised, ruffling his hair a little as she pulled the pajamas up, gentle as she pulled his hand through one sleeve at a time, before finishing by clipping his pacifier to the front. “But just to be extra safe, why don’t you spend the night here? I’ll need to change your diaper in the morning anyway, so that’ll be a lot nicer and easier, won’t it?”

The flannel PJs were warm and cozy, like a blanket wrapped around his whole body. And she had a point–why go home, just to come back in the morning to get diaper help from a grown up? “I oughtta stay,” he agreed, nodding.

“Such a smart boy.” She took his cheek in her hand, turning his head to look at her. “I’m so proud of you, Jamie–you’re doing better than I ever imagined.”

He beamed at her adulation. “Thanks, Mommy!”

Instantly, he flushed, clapping both hands over his mouth. Had he just–

Michelle’s eyes widened in surprise, and she raised a few fingers to her mouth. “Oh, Jamie…”

“I–” he started, shaking his head. It was only their first date, they didn’t really even know each other! Sure, she was smart, and pretty, and wonderful, but everyone knew you didn’t break out the M word that quickly. “I’m sorry, it just–”

Michelle’s eyes sparkled, a little wet. Was she crying?

“I didn’t mean to make you sad!” he said quickly. “I’m sorry, just–”

Grabbing him, Michelle pulled Jamie into a tight hug, arms wrapped around him in a possessive squeeze. “Oh, Jamie, my sweet little boy,” she said, petting his head, fingers lacing into his hair, holding his head tightly. “Please, don’t apologize. I’m happy for you to call me Mommy.”

He was shocked–he’d moved too fast, and it had just blurted out, but…she was happy? But she’d been teary eyed, so…

It didn’t make sense. But, he realized, it didn’t need to make sense, at least not to him. Michelle understood, and she was smarter than him. Squeezing her back, resting his head against her breasts, he nodded. “Okay, Mommy.”

They held each other like that, in a tight embrace, for several long moments. It was Jamie that pulled away first–not because he wanted to end the hug, but because between the flannel and Michelle’s body, he was getting a little hot.

Reaching down, Michelle zipped up his pajamas, buttoning a little flap down over the zipper cover. “If you need to take this off, just let me know, okay? Mommy can get the zip for you.”

He nodded happily, glad to have her to handle those problems for him.

She stood back, admiring him, a smile spread across her face so warm and gentle that she seemed almost to glow. “You’re so cute,” she said, eyes widening as she had an idea. “Hold still!”

He frowned, uncertain, wondering what she was up to. She hurried to her dresser, producing a brush and a small object that she kept hidden in her palm. Returning to the bed, she sat down next to Jamie, patting her lap with her half-closed hand.

“Up,” she instructed, and with her arm she helped guide Jamie to sit on her lap. Humming into his ear, she raised the brush, running it through his long hair, pulling out all the tangles and smoothing out the mess.

“What did you get?” he asked her, trying to turn his head to look, but Mommy turned his head and kept his eyes forward.

“I’ll show you,” she promised, first raising a hand to his head. Jamie felt a little tug on his hair, not hard enough to hurt, just a bit of pressure, before she reached down and raised his pacifier, plopping it between his lips. Automatically, he suckled down, feeling the ambient bliss that the soother always gave.

Leaning to the side, Michelle scooped her phone up off the dresser, raising it and turning on the camera in selfie mode.

She lifted the device, and showed them off together–her in her typical adult clothes, him in his adorable footie PJs, diaper bulging obviously around the midsection, pacifier planted between his lips, and a matching yellow bow pinned onto his long, silky hair. He looked cuter than he’d ever realized, with a face more slender and soft than he had remembered–it had to be a photo filter, something Mommy had installed, but he liked how it made him look.

Beaming, Michelle captured the picture, saving their moment together forever.

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