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Daddy's Plush Replacement, pt. 1

A big shoutout to @justpottytime for the inspo, hope you like it!

"I know, Peanut, but it's only for one night," Daddy invokes my name in littlespace, and I drop like a stone.

No longer the independent, loving partner who is handling a brief separation with a stiff upper lip, my eyes immediately well up.

Daddy's baby isn't meant to be resilient or supportive, and why would a baby hide their emotions? Sometimes when Daddy's having a hard time getting through to me when I'm big, he'll remind me that I have the option to be his good baby, rather than try to people-please for him. This headspace helps me receive his love and support without my hang-ups. I stop stone-facedly re-organizing his travel stuff on the coffee table and curl into a seated ball on the couch. The tears begin flowing immediately, sniffles and howling sobs soon follow.

Daddy drops on the couch beside me, tugging my legs over his lap and leaning me into his chest. He expected this, but his heart still aches at my distress. Still, he takes pride in my vulnerability with him. He understands that all of this reaction is based on my trust in him. I hiccup and he chuckles kindly and kisses the top of my head. His hand wraps around my back and he lightly circles his fingers up my spine.

"My Peanut," he murmurs softly in my hair, "I know it's scary, I know," he rocks us both gently back and forth on this stationary couch, tracing soothing circles on my back.

Already, my chest is less tight and it's getting easier to draw breath. Daddy hears my sobs die down and pats my back firmly to make sure I'm not dissociating out of my emotions. I'm not, I don't dissociate much anymore now that our dynamic is so secure. Having my needs met is truly changing me for the better, and I love him so much for that. I raise my head to see him.

"There's your sweet face!" Daddy grabs a handful of Kleenex and gently wipes my cheeks, "Daddy has a present for you, for being so brave about your night without him! Wanna see, Peanut?" 

I nod, childishly distracted. He takes my hand and we head to his study, where he works from home most days. Every month or so, they need him in the city for a presentation and normally this is a day trip. 

For those outings, I've always stayed big, not comfortable being alone in littlespace. As soon as he arrived home, however, I'd drop intensely, requiring a lot of care and attention. Daddy loved giving me that attention, but it was an intense drop for both of us. He'd been suggesting I stay in headspace while he's away for awhile now; making the point that if I stay connected with my needs during his absence, having him meet them wouldn't feel like such an emergency when he arrives.

And this time he's going overnight. His presentation is early in the morning and his colleagues want to meet ahead of time, so driving into the city and staying in a hotel is best.

I have shied away from staying Little in the past, terrified that I'd feel that empty ache in my chest, spoiling my headspace. I saw his point, but I didn't know how to stay Little without his voice, his hands, his smell. Knowing Daddy isn't there when my mind iss fuzzy and simple had sounded like punishment to me.

He stops, beaming in the doorway, gesturing for me to enter.

The daybed is turned down with my favorite pillows and blankets and my little nest under his desk has been pulled to the center of the room and sports a TV tray laden with dry, toddler snacks and sippy cups. The DVD player is set up and already playing cartoons on mute. Around the rest of the playpen are stim toys and all my plushies.

He's glowing with pride while I take everything in, wide-eyed. My heart flutters and I turn to face him.

"Thought it might help you stay Little if you have a safe space. And I don't want you walking around the scary apartment all alone at night." He is carefully reading my expression, making sure his instinct to encourage this headspace is landing with me.

I think it over. "wha'bout potties?" A trip down a dark hall would certainly require me to be Big again.

Daddy points to my little bee potty in the corner, with a new basket next to it. From here, I can see the diapers poking out of the top and my breath catches in my throat.

"I've thought of everything, Peanut."

I want this. I want to stay Little. I wriggle excitedly and make to run to my playpen before Daddy catches me by the waistband and pulls me into a hug from behind. I giggle and squirm against him.

"I have one more surprise for you, baby, and once I show you, I'm gonna get going, okay?" He steps forward, guiding me in front of him. We stop in front of the bed, and I finally see it.

An enormous plushie head pokes out of the duvet. A teddy bear's head. I pull the duvet down to reveal the shirt Daddy's worn as pajamas all week, wrapped around a massive teddy bear. The teddy was huge, around Daddy's size or even bigger, considering how the t-shirt fit.

Daddy grins at my astonishment, leaning around me to pull the duvet down the rest of the way. I gasp. Teddie's strapped up, my favorite thick dildo proudly jutting out from a harness.

"I got you a playmate, Peanut!" Daddy's arms withdraw from my sides, and I faintly feel him place a kiss on my temple, "As a special treat for being so good, I made sure his cock is a bit bigger than you're used to."

Wordlessly, I yank my pants off and scramble to Teddie, curling into his plush side and kissing the soft fur of his neck and the collar of Daddy's shirt. Daddy's scent fills my nostrils. My little nipples go hard and a sticky heat pools in my undies. 

I sigh dreamily and flip to straddle Teddie's huge plush thigh, trapping his silicone cock between our plush bodies. I shiver happily and hover blissfully before grinding on his thigh, snapping my hips back and forth.

Daddy reappears above me, jacket on and keys in hand. He's radiating joy, thrilled that his little one has taken to his 'baby sleepover' plan so quickly. He wraps an arm around my waist and guides my little hips to slow way down and press in, grinding my little tdick so firmly into Teddie.

"Okay, baby, just a few more details about your space," he stills my hips, letting me loose enough to bounce, but not to grind, "Daddy will be back by 11am, if you need to leave little space, just leave and close the door, I'll take care of everything else."

"But if you stay," he breezes along, "just do your best not make potties on Teddie, okay? He's a little hard to clean."

Wordlessly, my eyes flick to the diaper basket and back to Teddie I nod, undies even stickier all of a sudden while my cheeks turn pink. He lets me go, tapping my bottom with his open palm to restart my grinding.

"Love you, Peanut! Make sure you check Teddie's tail later for a special surprise." He turns my ocean sound machine on, having moved it from our bedroom. Daddy's thought of everything.

He lingers in the doorway, heart full at the sight of his baby pleasuring themselves. He feels his cock stir. For a fleeting moment, he feels jealous of the night Teddie gets to have in his place. He shakes the silly thought out of his head and silently wills himself to leave.

With this, the door to my new playroom closes softly, and a few moments later, the front door locks faintly. 

I don't hear any of it. Glassy-eyed and slack-jawed, I'm facedown on Teddie, breathing in Daddy's musk and humping my little brain away, banishing it until Daddy's return.

#maple writes #maple speaks #justpottytime insp #dd/nb #dd/lb #diapers - just a hint #and #plushie love!