Page 42 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

One Little sat in her Daddy’s lap, nuzzling his neck while the other fed her pieces of fruit.

Another knelt at her Daddy’s feet with her head resting contentedly against his knee as he stroked her hair.

The third bounced excitedly as her Daddies praised her for something, while the fourth accepted a bottle from her Daddy with eager submission while gazing in adoration at the other.

Elle watched, transfixed, more disturbed than she cared to admit.

These women had completely surrendered to their roles and embraced their infantilization while reveling in their Daddies’ control.

They weren’t just playing along or counting down contract days.

This was their life, their choice, their joy.

The realization hit her like a physical blow.

This was what Drake and Damian wanted. This level of surrender, this depth of submission.

Not her careful compliance or reluctant acquiescence but total abandonment of adult pretenses.

Her throat tightened. She wasn’t this kind of Little, never could be this kind of Little.

The truth of it settled like lead in her stomach.

She was failing them, and soon they would realize it, too.

Her two Daddies caught her hands, urging her outside. “Come meet your new friends, babygirl.”

Elle wanted to run, to hide, to cover herself. Instead, she took a shaky step toward the patio, knowing this day would either break her completely or force her Daddies to realize she could never be what they needed.

“Everyone, this is our Little, Elle Fitzgerald. The best baker Texas has to offer.” Drake’s voice swelled with such pride, it made Elle's chest tighten.

“Ah, we heard so much about you, little one.” A distinguished silver fox drew her into a bear hug, his cologne wrapping around her like a warm blanket. “I’m Daddy Brett, and this is Daddy Sean and our Little, Cindy.”

Elle’s stomach churned as she greeted everyone.

Each introduction felt like another nail in her coffin of deception.

The other Littles clustered around her, cooing and giggling, their genuine excitement making her facade feel even more hollow.

Drake and Damian had clearly been discussing her with their friends, painting her as their cherished Little.

Yet here she stood, practically naked among these perfect couples, an imposter in a world she barely understood.

“Can we start the games, Daddy? Please, please!” Lee, a petite brunette who had been contentedly nursing a bottle earlier, bounced on her toes.

“That’s for our hosts to decide, sweetie.” Daddy Hank’s stern voice immediately checked her enthusiasm. “Better control that excitement. We don’t want it to sound demanding, now do we?”

Lee’s transformation was instant. She rushed to embrace her Daddies, pressing against them like a repentant child. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m just so excited. It’s my first game’s day.”

Elle fought the urge to roll her eyes. The other Littles clearly knew what to expect, while she felt like she had been thrown into shark-infested waters without a life vest.

“Since all the Littles seem equally excited, let’s start with the first game,” Damian announced. His pointed look at Elle’s sulking expression made her shrink back.

“The first game is Find Your Treasure,” Drake explained, gesturing to the lawn where colorful plastic eggs had been scattered.

“Each Little will be paired with two different Daddies. The Little must crawl on hands and knees, following their Daddies’ directions to find the eggs matching their assigned color.

The first to collect five eggs wins a special surprise. ”

Elle’s face flamed. Crawl? In just a diaper? Before she could voice her protest, Drake’s hand settled heavily on her shoulder.

“Remember what I said about the switch, baby girl,” he murmured against her ear. “Everyone here has seen a naughty Little be disciplined. It won’t shock them at all.”

Swallowing hard, Elle nodded. She was paired with Daddy Andre and Daddy Michael for the first round.

To her surprise, their gentle encouragement and patient guidance slowly drew her into the game.

The other Littles’ squeals of delight proved infectious, and soon Elle found herself genuinely trying to win.

The second game, Trust Your Daddy, required each Little to be blindfolded while two Daddies guided them through an obstacle course using only voice commands.

Elle paired with Daddy Cole and Daddy Hank, their deep voices keeping her calm as she navigated the course.

The other Littles’ success had sparked her competitive spirit, and she found herself wanting to make not just her own Daddies proud but all of them.

“Simon’s Little Says started innocently enough, with simple commands like touching noses or wiggling toes. Elle, paired with Daddy Brett and Daddy Sean for this round, watched the other Littles respond with practiced enthusiasm.

“Simon’s Little Says... crawl to your temporary Daddy and give him kisses like a puppy,” Daddy Brett commanded, his eyes twinkling.

Elle hesitated, her face burning as the other Littles dropped to hands and knees, crawling with exaggerated wiggling bottoms toward their assigned Daddies. Their giggles and playful yips filled the air. A sharp look from Drake had her quickly following suit, awkwardly approaching Daddy Sean.

“Good girl,” he praised as she tentatively licked his cheek. “Now give me happy puppy barks.”

The other Littles were already yipping and pawing at their Daddies’ legs. Cindy, paired with Drake, demonstrated particular enthusiasm, making Elle’s stomach clench with an unfamiliar emotion.

“Simon’s Little Says... show me your best kitty cat stretches,” Daddy Brett called out.

Elle watched in fascination as the others arched their backs and purred, completely uninhibited in their role-play.

Following their lead, she found herself relaxing into the movements, earning approving smiles from her temporary Daddies.

The commands grew progressively more challenging and childish.

They had to hop like bunnies, trumpet like elephants, and waddle like ducks.

Elle’s diaper crinkled with each movement, a constant reminder of her exposed state.

Yet, as the game continued, she found herself less focused on her near-nakedness and more intent on following the instructions correctly.

“Simon’s Little Says... find your temporary Daddy’s lap and ask for cuddles using only baby talk.”

Two Littles were eliminated for moving without the Simon’s Little Says prefix, leaving Elle among the final three. Her heart raced as she toddled to Daddy Brett, surprising herself by climbing into his lap without hesitation.

“Wan’ cuddows, p’ease,” she babbled, the baby talk feeling foreign on her tongue. But Daddy Brett’s warm embrace and gentle praise made her melt against him, understanding for the first time the appeal of this complete surrender.

Drake watched from across the patio, his eyes dark with pride and something else that made Elle’s skin tingle. When she successfully completed three more challenges, including pretending to be a ballerina and making monkey faces, his smile grew wider.

Only Elle and Lee remained for the final round. “Simon’s Little Says... show your Daddy how much you love him with your sweetest baby giggles and biggest hugs.”

Elle’s performance might not have matched Lee’s practiced expertise, but her genuine attempt at embracing the role earned her second place.

The loss didn’t sting as much as she expected, not when Drake gathered her close afterward, whispering how proud he was of his brave little girl for trying so hard.

For the first time, Elle found herself wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was more to being a Little than she had initially thought.

The other Littles’ uninhibited joy, the constant praise and affection, and the strange sense of freedom in letting go of adult inhibitions stirred something deep inside her that she wasn’t quite ready to examine.

Elle caught Amanda’s knowing smile from the doorway.

The nanny was right. This day was indeed proving to be a turning point.

The question was, in which direction would she turn?