3. Willa
WILLA
I was only half-roofied, apparently, but it felt a lot like the flu. My head was foggy and my eyelids didn’t work right. They didn’t want to open up and stay open.
Strong hands were under my armpits and lifting me up, dragging me out of a dream that made zero sense. Using my fingers to pry open my eyes, I focused on the face in front of me.
“Troy?” When was the last time I called him that?
I usually spent time with him when we were playing, and I was Little.
In those scenes, he was always Daddy Troy.
Kylie was good at sharing her Daddy. Way better than I would ever be.
If I had a Daddy, he’d be mine and mine only.
“Didn’t I see you earlier? You stalking me or something? ”
He chuckled and got me to my feet. “You’re home now. Can you walk?”
I slumped sideways against him, mostly because gravity was extra strong there but also because Troy smelled so good. The soap he used had a fresh forest scent that always made me think of him whenever I got a whiff of it on a man. “If I have to.”
Troy’s hands were enormous and careful as he guided me by my hips so I didn’t tumble straight onto the sidewalk. Once we were at my door, he held me against him. “Is it still 5441?”
He remembered the code to my front door. Something about that made me feel special. Like he cared enough to remember. “Mm.”
“Okay, don’t fall over.”
I blinked hard, trying to bring his face into focus as the porch light buzzed above me. “Lemme go.”
“Just hold tight, wild thing. I forgot to hit the hashtag first.”
“I’m hot!” As soon as I was out of his grip, I grabbed the skirt of my dress and pulled it up over my head. It wasn’t a heavy fabric but it was too heavy. “Get it off.”
“Fuck, Wills.” Troy pushed the door open and yanked me in behind him. “Your neighbors are gonna call the police.”
“Let them.” I dropped my dress on the ground and tried to get my bra unclasped. My fingers weren’t working right so I turned my back to him. “Help please.”
He sighed and released the clasp so my dumb bra could fall to the ground too.
“Thanks, Daddy Troy.” I slid my panties off too and left them on the stairs as I made my way to bed. “I’m so sleepy.”
“Potty first, Willa.” He was right behind me with my discarded clothes in his arms. “Then bed.”
“Why are you so big?” I rested my face on his round bicep. He could probably lift a car if he wanted to.
Troy chuckled and curled his fingers behind my neck. “Why are you so small?”
I glanced in a mirror as we passed it and cringed at the reflection staring back at me. My lipstick was smeared, my mascara was long gone, and I was totally naked. “Am I being a bad girl?” My tongue felt like a plushy in my mouth so I wasn’t sure if he even heard my whispered question.
His eyes met mine in the reflection, then he pulled me closer to his side. “No, sweet girl. You’re a good girl. You were drugged by some creep but you’re safe now. I’ll stay downstairs to make sure you’re okay tonight.”
My grasp on being big was slipping and the regression that came so easily when Troy was around started to take over. Maybe I was taking advantage of his kindness but I didn’t care. I was allowed to be selfish sometimes. And this was a fantasy come true.
He turned on the light in my bedroom but I immediately cringed and pressed my head against his shirt. “Too bright.”
“Sorry.” He dimmed the light to the lowest setting and walked me to the bathroom. “Can you sit up by yourself?”
I could but I didn’t want to. “No, Daddy Troy.” My body responded to him like muscle memory. I’d been naked in front of him a million times before, but Kylie was always there as a buffer between us.
She shared her Daddy with all of us, and I loved every second of it.
But now, it was just me and him and he was still taking care of me.
“Okay, I’ve got you, Willa Rose.” Troy lifted the seat and guided me down until I was sitting. Without an ounce of shame, I peed as he steadied me with his hands on my shoulders.
When I was finished, I sat there a minute, hazy and floating. “All done.”
Troy handed me a neatly folded piece of toilet paper. “You got this?”
“Yes.” I took the paper from him but leaned too far to the side and almost toppled into my bathtub. “Whoops.”
Troy sighed and spread my legs wider so I was a bit more stable then with as little fanfare as possible, reached between my legs and gently wiped me.
He wasn’t grossed out or bothered at all.
He never was with me. He was gentle and completely focused on taking care of me. “Up now so we can wash your hands.”
I stood with him still just in front of me and pressed my tits against him.
Face to face, I could almost feel the tension growing between us as firmly as I felt his dick pressing against my tummy.
I gave him complete control as he pressed my hands together, then held them under the warm water.
My eyes didn’t leave his face in the mirror as he lathered me up and rinsed my hands off.
When my hands were dry and we were done in the bathroom, Troy turned me around to face him again. “Bedtime now?”
“Bedtime.” I wasn’t ready to say goodnight to him but my eyelids were being heavy again and they didn’t like staying open.
Back in my room, I flopped onto the mattress before Troy could pull the covers down. “Roll over and then roll back.”
I did what he said and when I got back to my spot, the comforter was gone and the cool sheets were waiting for me.
“I’m sleepy, Daddy. Um, Daddy Troy.” He was fine with all of calling him Daddy Troy before, but I didn’t want to assume it was okay.
Then again, he had just helped me pee. “Can I still call you that?”
Troy was tucking the comforter up around my shoulders when he froze in place. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t you be able to?”
I shrugged and turned my head so I was staring at the window. “Cuz you’re not Kylie’s Daddy or my Daddy so maybe you want me to just call you Troy.”
His strong hand carded through my hair. When he reached the top of my scalp, he gently fisted the strands and turned me to face him again. “I’ll always care for you, Willa. You can call me Daddy or Daddy Troy or Troy. Whatever you feel comfortable with.”
I held his gaze for a long moment as so many questions tried to come into focus in my brain. But thinking was too hard at bedtime, so I just nodded and closed my eyes. “‘kay. Stay with me tonight, Daddy. In my bed.”
He sucked in a deep breath slowly exhaled as he smoothed out my hair. “Yeah, of course. I just need to get you some aspirin and—”
“No.” I grabbed his hand and curled it to my chest. “Stay now, Daddy.”
“Okay, baby girl.” The words were soft and impossibly kind as he eased himself under the covers on the other side of my bed, careful to give me space.
But as soon as his weight sank in next to me, I slid over and buried my face in his chest.
As always, he didn’t stop me. He just let me mold myself against him. Daddy’s arm wrapped around my back with his hand on my hip, so close to all my private parts but not touching a single one of them. Unfortunately.
My thigh wedged between his, and I took a deep breath of the comforting scent.
“Do you miss Kylie?” I didn’t want to ask him that but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. A second ago, I was almost asleep but now I couldn’t sleep without knowing if I was betraying one of my best friends.
“I still see her sometimes.”
That wasn’t exactly an answer. “I know, but do you miss being her Daddy?”
He was quiet for a long time and I almost dozed off before he finally spoke again. “I’ll always care for her but we weren’t right for each other. She needs someone…softer. She’s a good girl and needs a Daddy who appreciates that.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant. “You don’t like good girls?”
“Of course I do.” He pressed his lips to the top of my head and gave me the softest of kisses. “But I’m a bit more of a disciplinarian than she needs. I like brats who want to test boundaries and take their punishment when they go too far.”
“Oh.” My heart was racing as I rolled over those words in my head. Maybe it was the drugs and booze but…was he saying he wanted someone like me? “I didn’t know that about you.”
He stroked my hair and then sighed. “Get some sleep, wild thing. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Daddy?” I swallowed hard and then looked up at him again. Even in the dim light, I could see how handsome he was. Even better than how he looked in my many dreams about him. “Can you just, like… do the thing? Like you did when we had sleepovers.”
He cocked his head so he was looking right into my eyes. “What thing?”
“You know.” I couldn’t believe I was asking for this but it was what I wanted more than anything. Almost anything. “The whole… bedtime routine.”
He squeezed me when he finally understood what I meant. “Uh, oh. Someone forgot their diaper.”
I grinned and pressed my forehead to his arm, loving the way his words made me feel warm inside. “Don’t need one. I’m a big girl.”
“That’s not what I heard.” His hand gripped my hip and then moved down to my bottom. “And we wouldn’t want an accident, now would we?”
“No, we don’t.” I stage-whispered to stay in the bit. “They’re in the bottom drawer.”
He slipped out of the bed and returned a few seconds later with a diaper in his hand. “Okay, baby girl. Let’s get you fully ready for bedtime.” He pulled back the covers and quickly got me diapered and back into his arms so we could finally sleep.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I put my thumb in my mouth and rested my head on his chest as I started to drift to sleep.
Troy tucked the blanket up around us both and kissed the back of my head. “Good night, little one. Have the sweetest dreams.”
I would. I definitely would.
When I woke up a few hours later, his arm was still around me, and he was breathing slow and deep, like he could keep the loneliness monsters away just by being there.
I pressed my lips to his chest and then rubbed my cheek against his warm skin.
I wished he wanted to be my Daddy for real.
It was something I’d been thinking about even before Kylie and Troy split up.
Something I never told anyone but couldn’t keep inside me any other.
Because that’s what I wanted more than anything in the whole, widest of all wide worlds.