Hold Me Close, Hug Me Tight

Fuck Tuesdays, am I right?

It's been the perfect shit show of a day. Late for work because of crazy-bad traffic. Cold and icky weather – you know, with a sky the color of lead and a fine mist falling and a temperature only a few degrees above freezing. Which is fine and all if you can be inside by the fire – preferably with warm cookies and a glass of milk – but rather less so when you're freezing your ass off on a forklift all day.

Oh, and did I mention my jackass of a coworker who keeps on using my wrong pronouns? Apparently because his tiny little pea brain can't handle the idea that someone born with a dick might not want to conform to the whole male stereotype. And as if to top it all off, today he even insinuated something about me looking "pudgy," of all things. Which, you know, isn't exactly the nicest thing to say. I know it's not true, deep down – but that sure as hell didn't prevent me from barely touching my lunch…

Anyway, I'm completely beat when I finally grasp the door knob and step across the threshold into our home. Home: where my dear partner Lin is waiting for me. Home… where all I want to do is curl up into a little ball and sniffle to myself and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist.

"Hey, sweetie! Aww, what's the matter? Rough day, huh?" It's Lin, and glad as I am to see their smiling face and short-cropped hair and familiar tattoos, I feel myself withdrawing instinctively. I- I can't come home and just start whining the minute I get back, can I? They don't deserve that. They were probably so happy, so perfectly fine before I came in like Eeyore, dragging my own personal rain cloud wherever I go…

"A bit," I prevaricate, slipping off my boots and trying not to meet their gaze – mainly out of fear of bursting into tears. "Just, you know. Long day." "Uh-huh," they agree, and as I straighten up I can tell they're examining me closely. "Allie, baby, you sure something didn't happen? Something you want to talk about?" Oh, I do – and yet I don't. Maybe not yet. I- I just-

"Okay," they simply nod after a pause, and with a quick hug they take my chilled hand. "Listen, you don't need to talk right now. But I think I know exactly what you need. A nice warm bath… a good hot supper… and then a night when you can be my safe, snug little dolly, okay? You good with that?"

A shiver ripples through me. Little. Snug little dolly. Oh, god – that- that sounds so nice. They've played with me that way once or twice before, and it's been so freaking good… I'm nodding before I even realize it – and then, with a quick kiss and a tug of my hand, they're leading me back the hall. "Okay, then, baby! No more choices, no more worries. Just come along and be a good girl for Daddy Lin…"

The warm air that hits my skin as they strip me down – it's amazing. The steamy, bubble-filled bath is incredible. And with every second that ticks by, with every smile from my sweet partner, with every stroke of their washcloth over my naked body, I feel myself melting. With warmth, and love, and the knowledge that I can trust Lin to take care of me like this even at my worst.

"Now sweetie, we can't have you getting cold tonight," they caution, and in their dark eyes I read a flash of enthused delight. "So, hang on – I'm gonna get you the perfect outfit for a soft little baby like you. Something nice and warm and pink…" They step away, but before I have time to do more than swirl the fading bubbles idly before me a few times, they're back… and in their hands are a cluster of items that set my heart thumping with mingled embarrassment and longing.

"See? A nice, fluffy princess diaper for my babydoll," they smile, laying it on the toilet. "And of course, a lovely big booster as well! Can't have our princess making puddles in her beddie-bye, can we?" Definitely not, my mind agrees – but then they're flourishing the bundle of pastel pink fabric and webbing before me, and my mind fills with thoughts of tight straps. Feeble squirming. The sensation of a soft, unceasing hug wrapping tighter and ever tighter around my entire body.

"Your pretty pink straitjacket, baby!" they beam. "Together with your matching booties!"

I'm a-shiver with a hundred different feelings in the minutes that follow. My mind is slowly regressing under Lin's loving care, and I find myself growing ever more tactile and sensitive to the sensations around me. There's the tingle of the cool air, the warm rubbing of the towel around my bare body, the crinkling bulk beneath my bare bum, and perhaps best of all, the angel-soft whisper of the fragrant powder cascading down across my shaven, exposed little girldick…

"You're so precious, baby," Lin is whispering, and now I'm sitting up in my fresh, bulging pink princess diaper before them, letting them guide my arms deep into the soft embrace of my flannel straitjacket. "Here, let's tuck away those sweet little hands. You aren't going to need them tonight, babygirl. Not with Daddy here."

No- no, I won't, my mind fervently agrees, as I allow my body to sag limply into my new bonds. With every tightening strap, every tug from their dexterous fingers, I grow more helpless – and it feels amazing. My mind too is slipping down, down, down into the depths of grateful, wordless regression. On my feet now are those booties: thick, warm, and locked securely around my ankles. Between my legs I now see nothing but pink: pink padding, pink straps, pink flannel. I'm becoming a bound, helpless little babydoll for Lin now – and oh, they know it.

"Perfect," they hum at last, and under their guiding hand I shuffle slowly down the hall toward the living room. "Now, let's put you somewhere safe, and I'll get your supper ready, okay? It's going to be a very special supper, I promise…"

***

Is it ever!

I gulp, and blink, and open my sticky lips once more in obedience to the full spoon pressing insistently forward. "Come on, baby," Lin urges, a sweet smile wreathing their face. "I told you if you finish this bowl you get another bit of buzzy time. You want that, don't you? Don't you, you precious wittle ting?"

God, I do. It's such a situation – such a delightful, shivery, emotional situation. For starters, I really am horny – not to mention super hungry. But my big-person mind recalls only too well how that jackass called me pudgy today, and how I left my lunch virtually untouched as a result. I also know full well that Lin, perceptive as ever, must have noticed. And so, now that Lin has me propped up here beside them as a helpless, padded little pink dolly, they've also taken the opportunity to help me through. For between my legs they have placed the magic wand – and with every little bowl I finish, they've given me a full minute of stimulation…

It's so smart, I now realize as the last, full-laden spoon approaches my mouth once more. Lin's toying with me: leveraging my own libido and natural hunger to combat these unhealthy tendencies and depressive thoughts. And honestly, I love them for it.

Besides, it's not like I can resist them… even if I wanted to.

So I open. And gulp down that delicious, warm oatmeal. And let my eyes sink closed in silent rapture as Lin's fingers slip teasingly through my hair, and the wand buzzes to life between my legs, and I feel a shiver of mute pleasure ripple up and down my entire bound body.

"Don't worry, baby. A bottle is next," Lin coos in my ear, and I hear myself moan softly as the wand and their words strike home simultaneously. "A nice, full, creamy bottle full of warm milk for my baby doll. She's such a hungry baby, you know. So eager to open her pretty mouth… gulp it down… drink it all up. She doesn't even understand how so much liquid is going to make her diaper fill up that much faster, does she? No, of course she doesn't. She's way too little to understand…"

I am, I am, my brain babbles out, and I let out another moan, louder this time above the wand. "Aww, you make such cute little moans, baby!" Lin teases, and I whimper and struggle as they momentarily remove the wand from my achingly horny crotch. "Goodness, I guess you really do want that bottle, then, huh? Such a hungry, thirsty baby!"

Of course I commence gulping it down the moment they slip it between my sticky lips. Of course I blink gratefully at them over the gleaming round cylinder, wordlessly communicating my gratitude and my utter neediness. God, I need this. I need to be taken in hand… tied up… babied and teased and used and so wholly, utterly loved…

Because sometimes the world is just a bit too much. Sometimes we just need a time away from responsibilities, and choices, and even our own free will. Lin knows that, bless them. They get it. They know what I need. And for that, I will be eternally grateful – no matter how many times I let out a pathetic wail at the way they pull that wand away… just before I'm about to make a creamy little mess in my pampers.

So I suckle, and moan, and let my eyes slip closed once more in wordless pleasure. Lin has me in hand. They've got me here under their control. And honestly, right now that's all I need.