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The wooden bars of your playpen tower over your head as you sit surrounded by toys and stuffed animals of all kinds. The block castle you've been working on for the past hour is your crown jewel of the imaginary kingdom you've been lost in the entire time. You sit tall and proud while playing pretend with your many loyal subjects: the horses who you've decided are your royal racers because of their speed, the knight figurines who go on adventures to fight the big monsters on the other side of your enclosure, and all of your plushies that you talk to and give big hugs when they give you good advice.

Who would have thought that not even a day prior you yourself were on an adventure of your own. Your entire self worth was rooted in finding that dragon that lives in the old castle that looks eerily similar to the one you built out of your colorful blocks. It's a tale as old as time -- stories of valor and glory fill your head as you hear them around town, leading to you wanting a slice of that pie yourself. Of course whenever an opportunity would arise you were always turned down for being too weak or small for your size.

Those big and brave adventurer thoughts mean nothing to you now. You look down and giggle as you try to remember the names of the dinosaurs on your onesie while trying to keep your diaper dry. A bottle of mead from the local inn doesn't even compare to a bottle of warm formula that you will happily nurse while being cuddled during story time. All of this in only an afternoon. You were too easy.

Speaking of which, the clock on the wall chimes six times to signal the hour. Your daddy, the same dragon that you had been searching for for nearly a week, appears around the corner with your bib and bottle once more. The kingdom will have to wait as there are more important matters for their highness to attend to.

"Hungry today aren't we, kiddo?" He teases as you stretch your arms high above your head for uppies. You don't need to use your big adventurer words anymore with the pacifier in your mouth.

He takes you under the armpits and lifts you effortlessly out of your playpen. You wave bye-bye to your toys as he cradles his new-found toddler in his arms. His chiseled biceps make for the perfect snuggle pillow. Oh, you almost forgot! Where is your favorite dinosaur? You don't go anywhere without your favorite dinosaur plush! Luckily daddy remembered as he reached down to fetch it for you. How could you ever leave them alone? Who will keep the spookies away when daddy's not around?

Bottle time is your favorite time of day-- well next to bath time, tummy time, and story time. Daddy sits on his throne and snaps your favorite farm animal bib around your neck. He doesn't want to have to give you another bath because you're a messy eater, now does he? You gleefully recline in his arms as he replaces the pacifier in your mouth with the nipple of your "ba-ba" as he's taken to calling it. The formula fills your mouth as you waste no time suckling on your evening meal. His toothy grin makes you giggle, spilling some of your dinner all over your bib.

As you continue to drink your wonderful formula you feel a warm sensation spreading around your waist. The clawed hand holding your butt in place turns the front of your diaper into a small lake as you flood your pants like all good babies should. Daddy said so, of course! He strokes your hair and tells you it's alright as your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. A diaper check isn't necessary at this point but those subtle reminders that you will always be in them are important for you.

You finish emptying your bottle with a smile from ear to ear. It's the best thing you've ever had! Daddy knows it too, he knows what's best for his little adventurer. He fishes for the shoulder cloth before propping you up against his shoulder. Three pats later and the brave little adventurer lets out a burp that will keep their tummy happy for a while. The sogginess in your loins isn't helping things though. Diapers like yours are extra crinkly after they've been thoroughly soaked. There's no sneaking away from diaper changes when you can be heard from across the land.

Back in your room daddy sets you up on the changing table and fastens the belt around your stomach. Your favorite dinosaur never leaves your arms as your daddy makes quick work of unsnapping your onesie and undoing your tapes. The cold chill of the wipes against your tender skin always makes you squirm a little. Good thing the restraints are made to hold even the "biggest" of babies such as yourself.

Daddy asks which diaper you want to wear next. The choices are endless! One has farm animals, another has outer space motifs, but the one you make grabby hands toward is the one with cute little knights and castles. You want to grow up to be big like them one day!

"I knew you'd pick that one," he remarks as his hand lifts your legs high into the air.

He applies your diaper cream before a puff of powder fills the air around you from the quick puffs he'd applied soon after. You and your dinosaur plush watch as he pulls the front of your diaper up to your waist and fastens its tapes with near-perfect precision. Then he pauses. Perhaps you don't need your onesie right now, it is rather warm out. Daddy sits you up on the table after removing the belt and slides it off over your head. You stand there watching as he picks out a shirt with giraffes on it from the wardrobe nearby.

"There," he says as he pulls it down over your head, "all clean now."

All clean. Just how you like to be. No diaper change is complete without a big hug around daddy's waist. It's your new thing now. Even your dinosaur gets one despite needing a little help with his little cotton-filled arms.

Your knight-covered butt crinkles with each step as you waddle behind him to the sitting room. Once more he scoops you up and places you in his lap in his favorite chair next to the fireplace. He pops your other favorite pacifier into your mouth with the lion on it as he gets comfortable himself.

With a starry-eyed look you fix your wholehearted attention on your new dragon daddy as he coos and plays with your toes. He sips a glass of wine as he readjusts you one more time and clears his throat to speak.

"I know you're going to be on your best behavior for me, right?"

You nod with excitement.

"There are rules in this house that babies like you will follow," he begins.

He taps your pacifier.

"When it's binky time, only daddy can take it out," he explains with a slow nod.

Next he taps the front of your diaper.

"Hatchlings aren't potty trained until they leave the nest. You're too little to be out doing big adventures, which means you won't need to worry about the potty here, either. You will be in diapers, and you won't take them off yourself."

You agree with a nod.

"If you need a change you will ask first. Understood?"

You nod once more.

"Good," he takes another sip, "when it's bedtime, where do you go?"

For a split second you think about telling him. His eyes widen as though he too knew you were about to make your first mistake as your hand goes for the pacifier in your mouth. After a brief pause you point in the direction of your nursery instead. Daddy pats your head. Good job, kiddo.

"When it's crib time there's no more play time. Does that mean you'll try to open the crib without daddy's permission?"

You shake your head.

"Does that mean you'll try to bring toys to your crib as well?"

This one stings a little, but you shake your head. There are toys all around your room, how can you not play with them all?

"If daddy tells you something, what do you say?"

You think for a moment before pointing to your pacifier. He grins.

"See, you're learning already. No back-talking, no arguing. Each time you do your pacifier stays in that much longer. When it's bath time you don't ask for more time to play. When it's dinner time, same thing."

Daddy points to a high chair sitting in the far corner of the room.

"Do you take your bib off or try to get out of your chair before Daddy tells you?"

Once again you shake your head. The high chair looks very secure as it is. It would an expert to break out of that.

He goes through your new rules one more time to make sure that they stick. You want to be on your best behavior for him, after all. Daddy knows what's best for you. Once he's satisfied with your knowledge of them he gives you pat on the back for a job well done. It might be a lot to remember for one like you but you'll get the hang of it eventually. You've done a great job so far. Even Daddy thinks so, too. He rewards you with story time from your favorite book about the brave little horsey. It's your favorite because of the pictures, mostly, but the horsey goes on such great adventures, too! Just like you want to one day-- when Daddy lets you.

The fire crackles nearby as he reads about the horsey's big adventure to you. You try to follow along but slowly you feel the weight of your eyelids taking over. Guess the story will have to wait until tomorrow. Daddy's little tike is all tuckered out after a long day of playing castle with their blocks. Before you know it you briefly rouse from your short sleep to find yourself tucked into your crib safe and sound wearing your ABCs sleeper.

With your favorite dinosaur in your arms Daddy kisses you on the head before turning on the mobile above you. As the crib bars latch into place the lullabies from above begin to fill your ears. Your eyes fall shut as you relax under the warmth of the sleeper Daddy put you in only minutes before. A short while later you finally drift off to sleep, hopefully to dream about what tomorrow's big plans and fun are to come.