Daddy’s Little Dreamer (The Lactin Brotherhood)

Chapter 3

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OMG! OMG! OMG!

I slammed my laptop shut. Huge mistake. Like, universe size gigantic. Note to self, do not ever google men who like to suck things . I was gonna have nightmares forever after what I just saw.

I grabbed Bumble and screamed into him in the hopes of releasing the demons currently inhabiting my brain.

“Sorry, Bumble.”

He forgave me ‘cause he loved me. But the urge to retreat into my shell and hide was overridden by the desperate desire to find others like me. That weren’t scary porn others whose bodies did these-- these not so human kinda bendy things. I don’t think our bodies were meant to be that flexible.

“Should I try again, Bumble?”

He wasn’t so sure but maybe if I chose better words it wouldn’t be so scary. Maybe. With Bumble tightly tucked against me, I typed into the search bar: men who like to nurse and play with toys.

I hit enter and closed my eyes, then counted to three and opened them.

“Okay, only a little scary, Bumble.” I avoided the picture tabs and the iffy ones. About halfway down the page I came across something called littles.

“Alright, let’s try that.” If it’s little it can’t be all bad, right?

And there they were. All kinds of people just like me. Some wore super cute footie pjs, while others were in onesies.

“I didn’t know they made those for grown-ups.” Almost everyone had a stuffie in hand. “Look Bumble, lots of friends for you and me.” The more I read and saw, the more I felt like my tilted world had been righted.

But they had mommies and daddies, and I didn’t.

Wide awake now, I took a chance and dove in. Whether that was wise was anyone’s guess but on the slight chance I finally found where I belonged, it would be worth it in the end. Plus, I’d likely not sleep anyway with those icky images in my mind so I might as well do something productive that hopefully shooed them away.

I dove further into the littles scene and landed in a chat room and created an account under the pseudonym of Little Bumble Bee.

“See Bumble, it’s a combination of both of us.”

Excluding Bumble wouldn’t be nice ‘cause he was my best friend.

Actually, he was my only friend…

Poking around, a chat room full of littles and a couple of middles popped up. How could I not create an account so I could ask the bazillion questions swirling around in my head.

“Maybe we’ll make some new friends, Bumble.” Even if they were only online ones, it was better than the zero we had now. And maybe, just maybe I’d finally found my people.

Now, where to dive in?

What if they don’t like me?

What if they make fun of me?

What if. What if. What if.

What if I never try? Then I never find out.

Here goes.

Hi.

Ugh, too simple.

Hello Little Bumble Bee, I’m Daddy’s boy.

Hi.

Ugh, could I be any lamer?

Do you have a daddy or a mommy or a big?

No. Just me but I hope to have a daddy someday.

What club do you go to?

Club?

He sent me a link and another page opened right to the littles tab on the same sight I’d been on earlier.

There’s a calendar of events at the bottom. They do lots of fun stuff with littles there.

I scrolled down and there it was.

What’s a wet nurse?

Probably should’ve done an internet search first but I was afraid of what I’d find.

Silly Little Bumble Bee, those are for littles who like to nurse. I prefer my binky, but others want milk. Our club is really open to this and has special nights just for it.

It was like every brake in my brain slammed at once.

They let littles feed from them?

What a concept.

Yup, some of my friends do it.

Daddy’s Boy and I talked until his daddy told him it was time to say goodnight so he could read him a bedtime story. Lucky duck. Hopefully, one day I’d have a daddy that read me to sleep. For now, I was so hopped up on this whole wet nurse thing it prompted a new obsessive web search. Though I fell asleep at some point, and woke with a start when the alarm clock blared and I knocked my laptop to the floor.

“That’s not a good sign for the day, Bumble.”

Dragging my feet, yet still on autopilot, I got ready and met Mom in the kitchen.

“Good morning, my love.”

“Morning, Mom.” I let out a big yawn.

“Someone was up late last night.”

“Yeah. I think I made a new friend.”

“An online friend like a date friend?” Mom worried about me. My track record with men was complete and total crap.

“No. Like a friend-friend. Mom, have you ever heard of littles before?”

She choked on her coffee and her hand went up to let me know she was alright.

“Why don’t you explain your understanding of it to me.”

“Okay, so I kinda saw some really bad, really scary things on the internet. Then I tried again and found some kinda interesting things. Then I poked around and started talking to Daddy’s Boy and he explained some of it to me.”

“Unlike what you’re doing to me now?”

“Oh, um, yeah. Kinda. Sorry.” My brain went fast and squirreled out of control and my mouth just came along for the ride and confused the heck out of my mom. “Long story short, I think I’m a little.”

“Oh.”

Oh? Good oh? Bad oh?

Not the response I expected.

“What makes you think that?”

“’Cause I’m me. I’ve been told I’m immature and to stop acting like a kid for so long it’s beaten me down. But I don’t want to stop or I’ll stop enjoying life all together. I like my toys and pretending and talking to Bumble. The more I learn about this the more I understand… me.” I think.

“You know I’ve told you a million times you’re perfect.”

“Yes, but you’re my mom and that’s your job.”

“To a point. Trevor, every person on this earth is different and no one should be shoved into a box or molded from another. You are unique, you are special, you are you and don’t let anyone take away your sparkle.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“All I ask is that you be careful. I don’t like it when you get your heart broken. If this is a side of you that you wish to further explore then I say go forth, but proceed with caution and keep your eyes wide open.”

“I promise, I will.”

During my lunch break, I popped into the chat room and found a message waiting from my new friend.

Daddy says you can come to the club as our guest on Saturday night if you want.

Oh my gosh, I’d love that. What time? What should I wear? What do I need to do?

He-he, you’re silly Little Bumble Bee. Let’s exchange phone numbers so we can call or text more easily.

For some reason, I felt good about Daddy’s Boy, like I could trust him. And if for some reason it went south, I always had the block option on my phone to utilize.

Turned out his real name was Brandon. Learned that a few minutes later when his first text came through.

Little Bumble Bee it’s me, Daddy’s Boy also known as Brandon.

Hello Brandon, I’m Trevor.

Do you want me and Daddy to pick you up or meet you at the club? Also, do you want me to make an appointment with a wet nurse for you?

Did I?

At least if they picked me up they’d meet mom first and if she made an excuse for me to stay home then I wouldn’t go. I trusted her judgement more than mine.

Yes to both please. But do I have to-- you know, feed, or can I like just talk to them first when it’s my time? How does that work?

You’re funny. You can talk to them. I never have but I heard they’re all really nice and the men I’ve seen are really, really, cute. But don’t tell daddy I said that.

I won’t. I’m super nervous.

Don’t be. It’ll be fun and we can play with cars and do crafts and stuff.

K. I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll text you later.

TTYL.

I was nervously excited and full of jitter bugs. Come Saturday, I was a wreck. Brandon and I talked a million times that week and he helped me pick my outfit. I didn’t have any little clothes, still wasn’t sure I fit that mold though the more I talked to him the better it fit. Tonight would be a true test for me, playing with other littles and maybe… maybe… ugh. I didn’t know about the whole wet nurse thing.

“Love, you’ve paced the living room for the last hour. Brandon said he’d text when they pulled up. Sit and watch one of your programs.”

I drove Mom nuts, too.

And that was on the best of days, but she was always nice about it.

My phone dinged and I nearly hurled it across the room.

“Deep breath, my love.”

“They’re,” knock-knock. “Here.”

I flung the door open and there stood my new friend with his daddy, both smiling wide, and that instantly set me at ease.

“Hi, come in.”

Brandon hugged me as he came through.

“This is my Daddy. Adam.”

“Nice to meet you,” I shook Adam’s hand. “This is my mom, Lila.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you both. Thank you for appeasing me by exchanging phone numbers with an overprotective mother.”

“Never a problem. In our lifestyle trust is key and given you don’t know us from Adam,” he winked at his joke, “I’d expect nothing less. Do we have a curfew to adhere to tonight?”

“No. As much as I like to baby him, he is an adult and can make his own decisions. I only ask that he let me know when he plans to stay out all night.”

“Understood. We’ll make sure he keeps you updated, Lila. Shall we, Trevor?”

“Bye mom.” I gave her a hug and bounced out the door with Brandon skipping beside me.

His daddy buckled us both in the back seat, then off we went.

“Trevor, there will be a lot of daddies and mommies there tonight. Some will have littles of their own while others are just there to play. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or you want to leave just let me know.”

“Thank you, Daddy Adam.” Brandon already told me his Daddy wanted to be addressed as such. It was his preferred moniker. Also, Brandon swore he was the bestest daddy in the world.

“Wow, this place is busy.” The line was to the door when we stepped inside.

“Saturday nights always are but they’re super-fast at checking everyone in,” Brandon assured me. “Don’t forget to show your ID and they’ll take your phone, too.”

“I reserved a room tonight, little one, so we can lock up our phones in there.”

That made me feel much better. I understood why they took your phone, but I still didn’t like it. What if there was an emergency?

True to Brandon’s words, we were checked in and inside the small changing room in no time. My gaze was all over the place like a silly bobble head. There was so much to see and take in.

“Hee-hee, your eyes are gonna pop out of your skull, Trevor,” Brandon giggled.

“It’s a lot. Some people are… I just saw a naked butt!”

Now he was full on grab your gut giggling.

“This is a lifestyle club, Trevor, that caters to nearly all kinks but water sports and bloodplay.” Daddy Adam nicely explained, though I wasn’t sure what any of it meant.

Did I even want to know what that was? Nope.

Daddy Adam helped Brandon change into a pull-up and his onesie that said Daddy’s little duckie on the front, and a pair of blue shorts with rubber duckies all over them.

“I love your outfit. Rubber duckies are fun.” I felt overdressed in my slacks and button-down shirt.

“Duckies are the best!” he cheered, and his daddy smiled fondly at him. I wanted a Daddy to look at me with so much love.

“Okay, boys,” He took Brandon’s hand. “Would you like to hold my hand, Trevor?”

“Yes please and thank you.”

Together we walked down the hall past a big room full of tables, chairs, and people, but when we came around the corner there it was just on the others side of the wall of glass. The littles room I’d read about online. There were many adults just like me engaging in all the fun things I loved to do, and no one was yelling at them to stop. In fact, everyone was smiling and happy.

“Alright boys, I’ll be over there with the other daddies.” Daddy Adam pointed to the couches where they sat.

“Alright, Daddy, kisses.” Brandon made a kissy face at his daddy who happily smooched him right in front of everyone. He was so lucky.

“What do you want to play with first?”

“Anything! Everything!”

These were my people, and I was on cloud nine. I was ready to do laps around the room but figured zoomies wouldn’t go over well. Too many bodies and all that. It was so nice to see there was nothing wrong with me, I just had a preferred kink. I wanted to shout it from the rafters: Hey world, there’s nothing wrong with me!

“What’s your favorite?”

“Blocks and cars and dinos and story time.”

“Hee-hee, you have a lot of favorites, too.” Brandon was my new best friend, and Bumble too of course.

“Daddy will check you in for your appointment while we play. Come on, let’s play dino’s smash blocks. RAWR!”

Brandon dragged me over to where they were. We stacked the blocks and the dinos crushed them to the ground, then we did it all again. I don’t ever remember having this much fun before.

After we cleaned up our mess, we decided to make crafts.

“Daddy needs a new picture for our fridge.” Brandon tore a page from a coloring book and started shading it in.

I decided to make a popsicle stick picture frame for mom that I’d put our picture in when I got home.

“Hey,” I nudged Brandon’s shoulder. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Daddy Jayger, he’s one of the wet nurses.” As if he heard his name, he turned and winked at us as he passed by and disappeared behind a door at the back of the room. “Ooohhh, Daddy Jayger is so hot.”

That was putting it mildly. The man was drop dead gorgeous.

We finished our crafts, and Daddy Adam brought us juice boxes. This place was seriously the best.

“Thank you, Daddy Adam.”

“You’re welcome, Trevor. Your appointment is next.”

I threw my empty juice box in the trash and then he led me over to a lady with a clipboard.

“Miss Erin, this is our guest tonight, Trevor. He has an appointment with a wet nurse.”

“Hello, Trevor. Are you enjoying our club?”

“Yes, Miss Erin. It’s everything I always wanted but never knew was here.”

She smiled. “I’m very happy to hear that. Hopefully you become a member and we get to see your smiling face more often. Now, have you ever used a wet nurse before?”

“No ma’am and…and, I’m really nervous about it.”

“Sweet boy, don’t be. I have a seasoned wet nurse here that will set you right at ease. And if you do nothing more than talk, then so be it. You never do anything you don’t want to do, understand?”

“Yes Miss Erin.” Everyone here was so nice and made me feel welcome.

“Follow me.”

We walked through the same door Daddy Jayger disappeared behind and into a room with a handful of curtained areas. At least they were colorful, otherwise I’d feel like we were in the ER room. She led me to the last one, the only open one, and there he was.

“Daddy Jayger, this is Trevor and it’s his first time here. He’s got a case of the butterflies so maybe you can talk him through them?”

“I’d be delighted. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Trevor.”

His voice was like the really good, super chocolatey milk that slid right down your throat and into your tummy yummy. Mine was currently doing flip flops and my brain went… blank.

“Trevor, will it be okay to leave you in Daddy Jayger’s capable hands?”

“Ye-yes, Miss Erin. Thank you.”

As soon as she left, my brain rebooted and with it came a tremendous mess in the form of a giant batch of word vomit.

“I’m new. I’m a little. I think. Maybe. Brandon said you’re a daddy. Do you have a little? I don’t have a daddy. I’m new.”

His smile widened. “Let me see if I understand this. You’re new?”

I bobbed my head.

“You think you’re a little but you’re not sure?”

“Kinda. Well, I wasn’t sure before I got here but now I feel normal, so I think I am.”

“Someone made you feel bad for being a little?”

“No, well, not exactly. People make me feel bad for wanting to play and swing and be silly.”

“Well, those kinds of people aren’t your people. Have you had fun tonight?”

Back to the bobblehead thing. “Yes, Daddy Jayger, I had so much fun with my new friend Brandon and his Daddy. Daddy Adam.”

“I know them both well. Daddy Adam is a great daddy and I’m glad he brought you here tonight.”

“You are?”

“I am. Now, next question.” He sat back on the big comfy-looking chair. “What made you seek a wet nurse?”

My face heated to a dangerous level and I did my best to hide it from him.

“No hiding from Daddy Jayger, Trevor.”

“I um, I…” How did I say this without-- Gah , those sucking images from the failed web search haunted my brain and I slapped my hands over my eyes to hide them. “I like to suck on things but not like those awful pictures online but like binkies and bottles and fall asleep when I do it.”

“Slow down, Trevor. Take a deep breath.” Daddy Jayger did one, then another and I copied him. “Good boy.”

Oh, how I wanted to be his good boy.

“Now, when you use a bottle at home what do you put in it? Water? Juice?”

“Milk.”

“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. Next question. Would you like to sit on this chair beside mine or on my lap?”

I knew what I wanted but was it bad to want it?

“Um, can I sit on your lap?”

“Absolutely or I wouldn’t have asked. I don’t want to make your little mad.”

Gods that smirk of his was sexy as heck.

“I don’t currently have a little of my own.”

Dare I dream?

I curled up on his lap and he wrapped his arms around me. If this were my last night on earth, it would be the happiest one ever.

“Trevor, what is it about nursing your binky or your bottle that you most enjoy?”

“It calms my brain. My mind goes and goes and goes and goes and it gets to be too much sometimes. I hardly sleep but if I suck on something it’s like my mind goes…blank.”

“ADHD?”

“Heavy on the H.”

“Understood. Now, let’s get you situated.”