Coddle Camping

I'm stealing a term here for the title - 'Coddling'! It's a more Little term for cucking, with more cutesiness and babying.

And, soon we'll be back to normal posting schedule! Thanks for being patient with me.

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“You have to pick, baby–Patches or Sammy?”

I stared at the two options before me–one beanbag-sized plush bear made of quilted squares, one similarly sized orb of a plush with print-on whiskers. “I don’t get why I have’ta pick,” I mumbled, looking up from the plush toys to my Daddy.

We’d been married for two years and change, but lately it had felt more and more like I was his ‘little champ’ than his husband. The transition had been gradual, but no less obvious–I very acutely noticed when he demoted me from pull-ups to diapers, when he locked the bathroom door so I needed to get permission for ‘Number Twos’, when he got me a chastity cage for my birthday because I was just ‘too little for grown up fun’. When I found out I had a ‘Step Daddy’, the demotion had made me want to cry–at least until I got ice cream and my new Step Daddy let me pick the movie for the night.

“You don’t have enough room in the tent for both,” Daddy laughed, setting Patches aside so he could reach out and ruffle my hair.

“But I don’t want Patches or Sammy,” I said, shaking my head. I was as tall as him, but I had been instructed to sit by the foot of the bed while we had this conversation, so in order to look him in the eyes I was craning my neck. “I want you!”

Daddy pressed his lips together and gave me a smile that said, ‘You’re too adorable for me to be frustrated’, but when he spoke his tone said, ‘I shouldn’t have to explain this again’.

“Daddy’s going to be busy tonight doing grown-up things with his new boyfriend. You said you were excited when I suggested we pick a night for Indoor Camping and grown up fun, what’s the matter?”

“But–” I stammered. “I thought we’d be doing the grown up fun together! Not with your dumb boyfriend!”

Laughing, Daddy’s smile turned a touch sarcastic. He wasn’t mad at my insult, just amused. Crouching down, he reached his hand down and gave the crotch of my diaper a squeeze. The gesture wasn’t necessary; I hadn’t been dressed in any pants, just my diaper and a T-shirt, so we could both clearly see what a soggy state I was in. Still, feeling the soggy squelch around my steel cock cage, I couldn’t help but whimper.

“Baby,” Daddy said. “Where did you get the idea you were big enough for grown up fun? I suggested camping so that you could have fun playing pretend in the living room while me and your Step-Daddy had grown-up time, because you’re clearly too much of a baby to know what you’re doing.”

My thumb found my way into my mouth. No matter how much I wanted to protest, Daddy could drop me into littlespace with little more than a word. I always had the option to safeword out of the dynamic we’d fallen into, but…

Eyes huge, I gestured with my free hand to the marshmallow-shaped kitty cat plush. Around my thumb, I mumbled, “I’d like to go camping with Sammy, pwease.”

“Sure thing, baby.” Daddy leaned in to give me a smooch on the forehead, pulling me up onto the bed. He set Sammy next to me, then reached for my diaper again. “Now, let’s get you–”

Ding-dong.

He glanced up at the sound of the doorbell. “Looks like your soggy bottom can wait a bit longer–Liam’s here.”

Walking out of the bedroom, he left me clutching my plush cat, squirming as I heard him address Liam, my Step-Daddy, his Boyfriend. I could hear them kissing, making mushy noises and talking about the wine he’d picked out.

I made a face, sticking out my tongue. If I ever wanted my juice to taste like medicine, I’d ask Daddy to take me to a doctor and get my tongue checked.

Then I heard Daddy say some words, half-muffled by the door between us, but clear enough that I got the gist. ‘Can you take care of the baby?’

Squirming, I felt a pout coming on. Daddy wasn’t even going to tuck me in himself, he was delegating to Step-Daddy. It wasn’t fair! This was supposed to be our night together, camping in the living room and eating s’mores and…and…

And it’d been two months since Daddy had let me take off my cage for any grown up fun, and I’d thought tonight was going to be the night, but now I knew he’d be doing that with someone else. It wasn’t fair. Step-Daddy was ruining everything. If he wasn’t around, being all manly and grown up, Daddy might have sometimes let me have ess-ee-ex with him!

Liam opened up the bedroom door, walking in on Daddy’s arm. I cursed at him in my head for looking so manly–a little salt and pepper stubble that made him look all grown and mature.

“Hey there, kiddo,” he said, breaking off from Daddy and coming over to me. “Let’s go get you all set for your camp night, okay?”

He extended his hand, and a petulant part of me wanted to hold back, to refuse to accept it. A stern look from my real Daddy made me buckle, though, and I gave him my hand.

“He picked out Sammy,” Daddy supplied.

Without needing to ask which one that was, Liam picked up my cat plush. (He remembered which one was Sammy?)

I certainly remembered telling him–Daddy had made me tell Step-Daddy about all of my plushies, one at a time, in humiliating detail, forced to tell him all the backstory I’d made up and all the adventures I’d gone on with every single one. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he wouldn’t let me change out of my stinky diaper until I finished, and Liam was not trying to hide his pinched nose or shallow breaths.

But…for all my embarrassment, he’d remembered.

(Huh.)

Leading me by the hand out into the living room, my step-daddy laid me down on the carpeted floor, next to a plastic pup tent that Daddy had assembled. It wasn’t big enough for me to stand up in it, but there was just enough room for a pillow, a sleeping pad, a blanket, and of course Sammy. I could also see the ziploc with snacks, and the jumbo sippy cup full of water inside–enough to keep me full and hydrated all night.

Daddy closed the bedroom door, so it was just me and Liam in the front room of our apartment. He smiled at me, eyes glancing down to my diaper. “Alright–looks like someone needs a freshie, huh?”

I blushed and nodded. “Yeah…can I use the potty too?”

My Step-Daddy shook his head. “No can do, kiddo, your Daddy said that’s off limits tonight.”

Stomach gurgling a bit, I squirmed, realizing I’d have to hold it all night. I could do that, but it’d be uncomfortable and annoying, and Daddy likely expected me to give up holding it rather than ‘Throw a fit about a stinky butt’.

I hated that I could hear those words in his cadence, the half-rhyme way he said it. I hated that my ‘stinky butts’ were common enough for Daddy to have a saying about them.

And…apparently I’d been lost in thought, because my Step-Daddy already had my diaper untaped. I came back to my senses to a feeling of cold air chilling the steel cage around my cock, a reminder of my trapped state.

“Better be careful tonight, kiddo,” he said. “It’s dangerous to camp alone–there’s wolves and mountain lions.”

“In our apartment?” I asked, rolling my eyes. “Where?”

“Well there’s a fierce kitty right here!” he said, patting my plush cat. “You didn’t even see him sneak up on you!”

“That’s Sammy,” I retorted. “He’s friendly.”

“Good–then stay in the tent with Sammy, and he’ll keep you safe from the mean cats,” Liam said, glancing over his shoulder, looking at the closed bedroom door. I didn’t understand the point of the gesture, until he turned back and lifted a finger to his mouth.

I raised my eyebrows and almost asked ‘What’, but clamped a hand over my mouth and nodded in equal silence. He’d show me, I didn’t need to ask.

Reaching in his pocket, my Step-Daddy took out a tiny metal object, just a couple inches long and narrow. Glinting in the light, it took me a moment to recognize…

(My key!) My Step-Daddy had somehow managed to get the key to my cock cage from Daddy! And–(Oh my gosh!)

He was going to use it.

Repeating the ‘shush’ gesture, he mouthed, ‘Just between us’ and winked at me. I nodded and winked back, and he removed the cage with a quick click and an uncoupling of the metal.

Before I could celebrate too much, though, I saw he had something else in his hand–a soft little opaque object in the shape of a bullet. I opened my mouth to object, but he winked again, holding up my cage, and I realized too late that it was a shakedown.

If I made a fuss now, Daddy would come in and ask why my cage was off. And sure–Liam had been the one to actually unlock me, but I knew the rules. I knew that a good baby wouldn’t have let his Step-Daddy take off the chastity cage unless I got permission first.

I couldn’t say no without risking much, much worse punishment, so I could only turn pink and make a quiet ‘squeak’ as my Step-Daddy pushed the suppository inside me, so deep that his finger made me squirm.

Only a moment later, the bedroom door opened, and Liam quickly pulled his hand free and folded my diaper up to cover my exposed privates. Daddy didn’t seem to notice the absence of my cage, only smiling down at us.

“You two aren’t up to anything, are you?” he asked. He’d changed into black pants and a snug shirt that emphasized his form, something more fit for ‘grown up’ time.

“Hu-buh?” I said, completely caught. I couldn’t keep a poker face to save my life.

“It’s my fault,” Liam added quickly, pressing down the sticky tapes of my diaper. “I promised I’d sneak him a s’more.”

“A s’more, huh?” Daddy said, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know, that’s a lot of sugar for a baby.”

Realizing I had to play along or risk revealing the second lie, I clasped my hands together. “Please, Daddy? Please?”

“Yeah, Daddy,” Liam added, humor in his tone. “Let the kiddo have a treat.”

He shook his head but said, “Fine, I can’t argue with both of you.”

As I felt my stomach begin to churn, I couldn’t tell if it was the suppository working faster than expected, or just excitement. Either way, as Liam retrieved chocolate and marshmallows from the kitchen and Daddy double-checked everything in my tent. As he did, I noticed a second issue–my other tent. With no cage in place, I’d grown hard almost instantly, and if Daddy noticed something was wrong…

“Alright, baby,” he said, turning to look at me. “Looks like–”

“Mhmm!” I said, flopping urgently onto all fours so I could crawl into the pup tent before he could get a good look at my diaper. “Camping, mhm. I’m excited!”

He blinked, but before he could interrogate the situation further, my Step-Daddy knelt next to him and passed me a microwaved s'more on a paper towel. “There you go, kiddo.” With a wink, he added, “Enjoy your treat.”

“Remember,” Daddy added. “No coming out of the tent until a grown up comes to get you, okay?”

“I know,” I said, nodding. “There’s mountain lions.”

Daddy just looked confused, but Liam and I both snickered, and he shrugged helplessly. “I swear, I don’t even know what you two are up to half the time.”

He stood, and I winked at my Step-Daddy one more time before the tent got zipped up, leaving me alone.

Well, not really alone. There was still light filtering through the plastic of the tent, and I could see clearly enough to make out silhouettes and simple shapes. Sound came through almost as clearly as if the tent wasn’t even there, too–so I wasn’t so much ‘alone’ as just a bit isolated, forced to either sit on all fours or lie on my back.

For the moment, I chose to lay there. Waiting for Daddy and Step-Daddy to leave, I absently ate my s’more, unconcerned about my lack of any napkins. I could clean up the marshmallow goo on my face in the morning.

Gurgle.

My stomach churned further. The suppository my Step-Daddy had snuck inside me wouldn’t be patient, and…well, I couldn’t pretend to have grown up fun if I was all crampy. Once I heard the bedroom door shut, I simply stopped trying to hold it, rolling onto all fours and sticking my padded butt into the air, so high it brushed against the plastic of my pup tent. If anyone could see I might have felt self-conscious, but I just wanted to deal with the crampiness caused by the suppository.

As my diaper swelled, I heard Daddy’s voice in my head. ‘Good boy–no need to throw a fit over a stinky butt.’

It took a little while, my bottom suspended in the air as I pushed. The lingering aftereffects of the suppository kept the pressure coming, and so I had to wait, quietly grunting every few moments as a bit more mush swelled. A second later the smell hit me, and with the extremely limited space in the tent, there was no ventilation, nowhere for the air to escape.

My messy diaper sagged between my legs, stench filling the confined plastic pup tent, making me regret the decision to give up holding so easily. It was already growing hot in here, and covering my nose with a hand didn’t do much to shield me from the fumes I’d created.

I eyed the zipper. (They wouldn’t notice if I undid it just a little, would they?)

Then, from the bedroom–the bedroom I normally shared with my husband–I heard my bed start to creak.

I heard Daddy’s moan, low and throaty. I heard Step-Daddy’s, too, huskier, heavier. The sounds of foreplay, quickly discarded, turning into full on grown-up time, full on ess-ee-ex.

Need overcame me. Thrusting my thumb into my mouth and seizing Sammy–the nearest thing I had to a boyfriend of my own–I sat down on him in the tent. The motion sank my weight into my diaper and I groaned as my mushy bottom squelched against me. I barely had room to move–there was just enough room for me to lay on top of Sammy, humping against him inside my tent.

I didn’t get to have grown up time anymore, but I could almost picture myself underneath Daddy, almost picture myself being fuc–um, being fudged like a grown up. Humping Sammy furiously, my mushy mess spreading inside my diaper with every thrust, I used the sounds of their pleasure to fuel my fantasies.

They lasted far, far longer than I did. Of course they did, they were actual grown-ups. I lasted only seconds before my uncaged cock began spurting, wetting my diaper with a ‘special accident’. I kept humping, moaning into my thumb, savoring every second of degrading, secret pleasure.

Finally, sweaty and exhausted, I rolled off of Sammy and onto my sleeping pad. That’s all it had taken–the sound of grown up fun in the next room and fifteen seconds of humping in my poopy diaper. No wonder Daddy wanted to have his fun with someone else.

Besides…

I liked this better. Stinkiness and all.

I’d have to find a way to thank my Step-Daddy, but that could wait until tomorrow. Caught in post-coital drowsiness, I drifted off to sleep, rocked away by the lullaby of my daddies in the next room.