Chapter 11
Foster
The delicious smell of something sweet rouses me from a half sort of sleep. I rub my eyes to clear the last of my exhaustion.
That’s when I see him.
DD is standing at the end of the bed with a tray in his hands. “Morning, little one,” he tells me.
“Morning, DD.”
He walks around the side of the bed, then places the tray over my lap, I ease up, careful not to knock anything over.
There’s so much good-looking food my mouth waters. French toast, fruit, biscuits, and a big stack of bacon are all cut into bite size pieces.
“If you’ll let me feed you, I want to go over some things before our day starts. Sound good?”
I nod instead of answering. Mornings are usually hard for me since I bounce between Little and big so much. This time around, I don’t have to worry about how it’ll affect things since DD is here to take care of me.
It makes me so very happy to have his help that I nearly do a little dance. No need to embarrass myself that way though.
“Open wide,” he tells me as he brings the first bite to my lips.
The French toast is fluffy, with a hint of butter in the taste that has my eyes closing. DD clears his throat roughly, drawing my attention back to him. He adjusts the front of his pants in an obvious manner.
I give him a wide-eyed stare because I’m not sure what to do with this. He’s aroused by how I’m eating. That’s new for me.
“Don’t look so shocked, little one. Everything you do puts me in this position. I’ve thought of asking my brother where to buy a cup like athletes wear to keep my cock in line when you’re around.”
A giggle bursts free at the image of him.
It dissolves quickly as my mind goes from amused to aroused picturing his sculpted body from the back.
The straps of the cup would shape his ass so perfectly.
While I have no desire to fuck him—because I’m a bottom through and through—I can’t deny looking at him like that would be a huge turn on.
“Enough dirty thoughts, boy. You need to eat, and I’m supposed to be going over our plans.”
I open my mouth obediently while he gathers more food up. He feeds me more, then starts to explain.
“After our day with Edward and his friends, I realized we had a unique opportunity to make this trip more than we originally planned. You’re welcome to say no if you don’t like this idea. I’m not pressuring you.”
I finish the bite in my mouth and reply, “I’m listening.”
DD grins and shakes his head. “Thank you, little one. I’m a bit nervous if I’m honest. What I was trying to say is that I’ve spoken to Edward to see if maybe we could have more play dates with him and his friends.
It could be something smaller than last time, so you’re not overwhelmed.
He even offered to do just him and his best friend if you felt it was too much.
Either way, he knows all the best places to get the toys and supplies we’d need to make this the Little vacation of your dreams.”
Frowning at his words, I shake my head. His body deflates, which makes me realize he’s misunderstanding what I’m trying to say.
I reach over to take his hand. “DD,” I say softly, channeling more of big me to get these words out. ‘It’s already the Little vacation of my dreams. This is… better than I thought. It’s perfect.”
DD’s smile is so bright I feel like I’m staring down the sun.
“We’ve only just gotten started, little one. I’m going to spoil you so much more.”
With that, the conversation turns to what I’m open to experiencing. He continues to feed me. It all feels so natural. Like this is how life is meant to be. There’s not an ounce of anxiety in me at all the changes coming. I trust DD to take care of it. To take care of me.
I didn’t lie when I said everything has already been perfect. Everything about this trip is leagues above my wildest dreams.
And if DD is right, I have a lot to look forward to.
“Where are we going?” I ask DD as we sit together in the back of the rideshare he ordered this morning. He’s been really quiet about what the plan is for today, only telling me I’ll enjoy it if I trust him.
Of course I trust him. He’s more than proven he only wants what’s best for me, so how can I not at this point?
Except, I’m still super nervous.
Because this feels like a really big deal. I can’t explain how I know, other than to say my tummy has been upset all morning. It’s usually a good detector of when trouble is on the way.
Then again, I consumed a ton of sugar yesterday. Maybe it’s just that.
Ugh.
I don’t know.
“We aren’t far from our destination,” the driver answers since DD is still quiet.
He’s on his phone, texting someone. I know it’s not work stuff since he told me he was banned from reaching out to them. Which would mean the person he’s texting could be a friend. Or could it be his brother.
Hmmmm.
When DD finally looks my way, it’s with a big smile. My pout softens at seeing how excited he is. Maybe this won’t be so bad.
“I promise it’ll be worth the wait.” DD says, like it’s a secret meant only for us.
Which makes me wonder… is this a Little thing? Are we going somewhere like the cafe we stumbled upon?
I can’t say I hate the idea. It’s been nice to be surrounded by other Littles and Daddies. Back home, I have my friends to play with sometimes; however, we’re all usually so busy with work that we rarely make time for it. Here, I have the luxury of not worrying about the office or my email inbox.
The thought quickly leaves when the driver calls out, “We’re here.”
The ‘here’ is not what I expect. It’s a marina. Like the place with boats.
Huh.
“Come on, little one. We don’t want to be late.”
I frown at his word choice. Being late means someone is expecting us. Except we don’t know anyone here except for —
“Edward!” I shout when I see the familiar face waiting next to the water’s edge.
He turns, smiling at us. “Hey, guys! I’m glad you could make it. Come on. I’ll show you where we’re headed.”
With a spin, he leads us down the walkway between the various boats until we reach a tiny little thing at the end. There’s a man holding the steering wheel and smiling at us. “Ready now, Mr. Edward?”
“We are, Paolo. These are my friends, Foster and Duval. They’re going to hang with us today.”
“Nice to meet you both,” Paolo says to us. “Any friend of Mr. Edward’s is a friend of mine.”
After climbing on, he heads out of the marina and into the open water. DD looks as confused as I feel, so I’m thinking maybe the plan isn’t going well. I don’t want to ask, since it would be rude to point out his disappointment in front of the others.
The further out we go, the less things make sense. It’s not until we begin heading straight to a massive yacht that I put two and two together. DD must as well because his smile returns the closer we get to the vessel.
Edward breaks into a laugh. “Oh no! You two thought this was what we were going to ride on this whole time! That’s so funny. Isn’t that funny, Paolo?”
The other man nods with a smile. It’s obvious he’s entertained by the idea, even if he doesn’t laugh as loudly as Edward does.
When we reach the other boat, we switch over with some help from a steady Paolo. I’m not as steady on my feet, though DD doesn’t seem to mind grabbing hold of my waist and hoisting me up. I will never not be amazed that he has the strength to do this given my size. I’m by no means a little Little.
“Follow me,” Edward says as he directs us through the halls of the massive boat. Paolo takes off to do something else, leaving the three of us to have our own fun.
When we go through one of the doors on the long hall, my jaw drops. It’s as if someone threw everything Little they could into one space. Toys and blankets and stuffies cover the area.
“Welcome to your Little getaway.” Edward waves his arms around. “Your Daddy set it up so you can explore all the things your Little heart wants. We’ve got all the stuff you see here, plus bottles, sippy cups, diapers, pull-ups, and more.”
My heart speeds up at the mention of all the things I’ve been curious to use but haven’t. Some things are just better with a Daddy involved. I can’t say I don't want them since I’ve never been brave enough to experiment.
“What do you think, little one? You ready to have a full day of being Little Foster?” DD asks, his voice soft against my ear as he stands behind me.
I nod gently, my voice lost as I drop quickly into my Little self. It’s a fight not to go too deep too fast or I’ll completely lose myself. Given all the new things to try, I need to have some sense enough to consent.
“Since I saw how Little you got last time, I took the liberty of creating something I think will help you.” Edward goes to the closest table and picks up a clipboard.
One look at the paper on it has me nearly in tears. It’s a list of things I’m willing to agree to try.
“What… what is this?” I ask, even though I suspect I know.
My new friend shrugs as Daddy wraps his arms around me. It feels safe here. Like this is where I’m supposed to be.
Edward rubs his hands together, almost as if he’s nervous.
“When your Daddy called me to set this all up, I remembered how you kind of went in on yourself at the party. He seemed real surprised by that, so I assumed you guys hadn’t discussed it yet.
This way, you can check off what you do and don’t like.
Then you can regress however you like for the day.
Your Daddy will know exactly what to do. ”
DD leans over placing his head on my shoulder. “I think you’re brilliant, Edward. Thank you for taking care of us. You’re a good friend.”
“I’ve always said the same,” says a new voice. I nearly jump out of my skin when a man about my age walks into the room. “Nice to meet you both. I’m Bram.”
“My bestie!” Edward adds, as if he knows there’s no way to connect the dots without confirmation.
Bram chuckles. “Yes, I’m his bestie. Welcome to my boat. I hope you two have a good time today. I’ll be popping in and out today. Don’t mind me. I’m quite familiar with all things Little.”
“You’re a Daddy?” The words leave my lips before I can stop myself.
“Not quite,” Bram admits. “More like an ally, if you will. But really, there’s nothing you can do that will shock me. Remember, I’m friends with Edward.”
I watch the two of them together as they roll their eyes at one another and appear to be teasing in a way that could be considered flirting. Maybe they’re just close friends. Bram does have Daddy energy though.
Shaking my head, I take the pen on the clipboard and get to work filling out my form. Daddy eases me into a chair as he goes to talk with the others about something. I ignore them as I read through everything carefully.
It’s a big yes to all the toys and playtime stuff. I admit to being curious about bottles and diapers. Sippy cups get a definite yes too, while training pants are a maybe. I select that I want to be fed and that I don’t mind napping as well.
By the time I’m done, I’m so deep in my head there’s no coming back. I bounce in my seat until Daddy turns to me. Then I hold out the board and smile.
“Pway, Daddy?”
He nods softly, saying, “Yes, little one. Feel free to play as you wish.”
I drop to the floor and crawl toward the pile of toys. No need to tell me anything else.