Page 12 of Hiding From Laughter

Micha

Little-ish.

I didn’t think he’d fully found the headspace but he’d definitely inched closer after enjoying his bottle and getting his new spoons.

The divider plate hadn’t done anything for him but the spoons had been magic, and he still had a death grip on the one I’d given him to play with while I fed him.

“I think we should watch cartoons and color for a little while.”

I turned back to see his head bobbing up and down as he shuffled his feet back and forth.

We’d picked out a table that was higher than normal to make it easier for me to fit my legs under it, but the fun side effect was that his feet didn’t touch the ground unless he was wearing shoes. So his wiggles made him look more adorable than he realized.

“Perfect.”

Then I’d get him his dessert and feed him some chocolate poop while we relaxed. “And I haven’t forgotten how good you’re being.”

His head was bopping side to side and he was back to sucking on his binkie like it was trying to escape.

Ashton clearly had thoughts about being good but nothing he was doing gave me enough to guess what they were.

“Alright. I’m almost done.”

If he was relaxed, I wasn’t going to worry. “Are you ready?”

Wiping my hands off, I chuckled as he raised his arms and flapped his mitt-covered hands at me. “Hmm? Is my boy asking to be picked up or is he pretending to be a monkey?”

He loved watching any kind of orangutan, monkey, or gorilla in person or in videos, so I wasn’t surprised when he laughed around the binkie and his whole body got in on the action. “Monkey. I knew it.”

That got even more laughter from him as I filled up another bottle of milk, but he didn’t have a reaction to it. Ashton was too busy giggling and being a monkey. Something about the mitts made the act even cuter but that might’ve been because of the way it was shaping his hands.

“I bet I have a clingy monkey.”

Setting the bottle in the fridge, I went over and pretended to study my monkey. “Or does he want to walk and pretend to be a boy?”

No.

He wanted to be picked up and nearly jumped into my arms.

His momentum made it even easier and he was wrapped around me like a monkey before I could take a breath. “Yep, clingy monkey.”

One who loved being carried no matter if he was big or not.

This version of Ashton giggled and buried his face against my neck, though, and didn’t moan or try to hump me.

“Let’s go play.”

My next shopping trip was going to be for some toy animals or a little zoo setup since he seemed to love anything and everything connected to it, but for the time being, cartoons and crayons would work.

He was wrapped tight enough around me that I grabbed his toys before heading into the living room and we made it safely to the couch, giggling monkey and all. “Cuddle time first. I need my snuggly boy.”

Ashton seemed perfectly content with that plan, wiggling around to sit on my lap with his legs stretched down the couch. He even gave me a hug and nuzzled his nose against my cheek as he got comfortable, but the binkie stayed firmly in place.

Not being able to talk had definitely helped him find the right headspace.

His brain always worked too fast and finding ways to slow it down had been important, but the physical reminders that I was going to make all the decisions seemed to help in a new way. The binkie with making sure he knew he couldn’t talk me out of anything or into it, and the mitts with making him realize he was completely depending on me.

That was going to be more evident sooner rather than later when his rubbing wiggles turned into a potty dance. We didn’t seem to be at that point yet, but he’d drunk a lot of milk and I had another bottle ready to go.

But first, our plan was cuddling and cartoons and then we’d shift gears.

I was just going to have to wait and see how long that would take.

Thirty minutes.

It’d taken thirty minutes to go from happy wiggles to too much milk wiggles.

The rerun of Blues Clues we’d been watching was no longer holding his attention and he was shifting back and forth on the floor, sucking on his binkie for all he was worth. I was wrapped around him, leaning back against the couch and my dick clearly didn’t understand the difference between potty wiggles and fuck-me wiggles.

I was doing my best to ignore his bad behavior and focus on my wiggly boy’s interesting behavior. He wasn’t giving off any signals I could easily decipher but he wasn’t pissed about the bladder issue either.

When we finally solved the mystery and everyone was cheering on the screen, I reached under his arms and ran my fingers along his ribs. Ashton squealed around the binkie but kept it clenched tight in his teeth. “Time to celebrate. Yay.”

It was questionable as far as logical reasons to tickle him went, but he wasn’t in the headspace to complain, so I just went with it. “Yay.”

More happy sounds and tickling from me got belly laughs and wiggles from him, and wrapping my legs around him to pin him against me just made it funnier to him. And like last time, I kept going even when silly wiggles turned to frantic potty ones.

“Silly boy. My laughing boy.”

Just a few more seconds pushed him over the edge, and as soon as he tensed, I stopped the tickles and started kissing over his face. “My good boy.”

As he turned to me, Ashton couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to scrunch up his face or ignore it, so I decided for him. “Bath time? You’ve been such a good boy I have bubbles for you.”

Those had been easy toys to get because they’d been right beside the poop candy and the coloring books.

It was nice when companies lined up everything a little needed right in one place.

Expensive but nice.

Ashton’s eyes lit up and he nodded, binkie back to being sucked on and not chewed. “Let’s go.”

He quickly got onto all fours to help me get up since he had me pinned against the couch, but he wiggled his bottom and let out a squeak as he realized how wet his diaper was. However, since keeping him in the headspace he’d found was my goal, I patted his bottom as I stood. “We’ll get you all clean and into a dry diaper. Then you can wiggle and rub more.”

That got a giggle out of him, thankfully, and he poked at the front of the diaper as he sat back on his knees. “Wet might not be good for rubs, though.”

Well, according to some informative blogs and videos I’d found there was some debate about that, but Ashton seemed to prefer a dry diaper for wiggles, so I wasn’t surprised when he nodded. Losing control seemed to be his interest and not the actual wet diaper, so I focused on getting him clean again. “Then rewards?”

That had him scrambling to his feet, shaking his head and sucking harder on the binkie. “Is your patience all gone?”

Enthusiastic nods made me laugh. “Hmm…I’ll think about that.”

Ashton pouted dramatically around the binkie and whined, pressing himself against me and aiming puppy dog eyes in my direction. “Oh…you can’t cheat like that…you look too cute.”

He loved that and his dramatics got even more adorable as he rubbed his cheek against my shoulder.

“You’re using cute whines against me.”

And it was definitely working. “Okay. Close your eyes. No peeking.”

Standing straighter, Ashton put his mitt-covered hands over his eyes and did a happy wiggle, only making one soft frustrated sound when he remembered his wet diaper. “That’s my good boy.”

Hurrying into the kitchen, I grabbed the bag I’d hidden and got back to the living room before he’d run out of patience. “Look at you. Good boy.”

Mostly.

There seemed to be an eye peeking out between his fingers, but I’d switched the bags around and all he could see was a plastic one from the grocery store. Still, I was careful and kept it to my side and mostly out of sight as I took his hand. “Okay. You can look now, but you have to be patient until I get you in the tub. Then I’ll show you the first reward I have for you tonight.”

Using his diaper and not worrying about it definitely earned him another and I wasn’t going to let him forget that part.

Good boys got good rewards.

Reinforcing that over and over was the first step in exploring his little side…and we’d move to the second once he admitted he had a little side. For the time being, rewards were at the front of his mind and he made me laugh as he tried to peek around me.

“Nooo…”

Dragging it out, I shook my head when he tried aiming wide eyes at me again. “Nope. Bathtub first.”

I needed to get him out of that diaper before it fucked with his headspace.

He was still very focused on getting what he wanted, though, so he squeezed my hand and waddled us faster through the house and upstairs. Just rattling the bag occasionally was all it took to keep him focused and ignoring the full diaper between his legs.

I knew myself well enough to understand that I loved it because it showed just how much control he’d given me, but I did my best not to draw attention to it. If he wanted me to tell him how fucking adorable it was and how much my Dom side loved it, we could have that conversation when he was big and curious.

He’d eventually ask, but it seemed like we were going to push that off for a while.

At the moment, all his attention was on the tub and his bribe, so I kept our conversation steered in that direction. “Bubbles. I got strawberry ones with bunnies on it but they come in lots of scents, so we’ll have to pick out a few more.”

Something about that got a giggle from him but he nodded along enthusiastically as he dragged us into the bathroom. “You like that idea, huh, or is my shopping for it funny?”

He released my hand, bouncing around the bathroom as he giggled. “Yeah, I like shopping for my sweet boy.”

And he liked getting presents so it was perfect.

“I’m going to have fun picking out lots more bubbles and toys.”

The mention of toys had his eyes going wide and he looked like a hunter in a cartoon. “What are you doing?”

Hunting.

As I turned on the water, he pretended to look behind the toilet and under the towels, he even frowned as he made a slow circle around me. “Nope. I don’t have them. But I can show you where they are.”

He could’ve found them too but that wasn’t the game, so I slowly lead him over to the sink and opened the middle cabinet that had always been empty.

It was no longer empty.

Ashton gave a happy bounce and dove for the goodies as he saw the basket full of zoo toys and a big bottle of bubble bath. His wiggle made me smile but his scrunched-up face had laughter spilling out again. “You’re right. Time to get naked.”

After looking at the toys…his incredulous face made that abundantly clear.

I managed not to laugh, but I did reach past him and grab the soap. “I’m silly. What was I thinking?”

The way he was shaking his head said he wasn’t sure I’d been thinking at all.

We were going to have to agree to disagree, but I decided to give him a few seconds to get over the initial rush of excitement before I dragged him away from the toys.

And his spoon.

Maybe?

He still had a tight grip on it and didn’t seem to think putting it down was necessary, but some of the animals seemed to be just as important.

“Can’t we put the elephant down for just a second?”

I thought it was a reasonable request but he glared at me and pressed his mitt to his chest as he scrambled to stand up. “You’ll be able to play with it better once you’re in the tub.”

There was no way to take the mitts in the water, so I was going to have to give him access to his fingers. Unfortunately. I wasn’t going to lie. I liked how helpless he looked and he was adorable when he waved his hands and whined at me.

But they were not waterproof and he’d want to play with his new goodies.

Nope.

Hands went under his arms, toys and all.

His stormy face made me want to give him a kiss but that wasn’t the best idea at the moment.

“Who’s in charge here?”

Keeping my voice low and stern, I managed a passably pissed-off expression that got a sigh from my cutie. I waited, raising one eyebrow until he huffed and stomped one foot. “Me. That’s right.”

He couldn’t seem to decide how to respond, but he kept sucking his binkie and looking at me like he was mentally cursing me.

“Give me your hands.”

I needed to check on them at the very least. “Naughty boys don’t get rewards.”

His head turned and he looked at the bag I’d set on the counter.

And then there was another sigh.

Such a drama queen.

Two stomping steps brought him to me and he held out his hands like he was going to jail.

Taking his spoon and his elephant got an audible pained sound from him like he was being tortured. I’d somehow done this to myself, so I knew I had to be patient with him.

But how had buying him a cute spoon turned him into a crazy troll that had to guard his treasures?