Dash’s Padded Experience
 

Bob sat in his arm chair, reading his newspaper, waiting for his son to get home from another detention.

Soon Dash made it home after another boring lame detention. He walked into the house, putting his back pack down. As soon as he saw his dad he used his super speed to get over to him and sit on his lap in less than a second. "Dad I'm home!!" He said, hugging bob.

“Welcome home! So what did you do this time to get in trouble?” Bob asked, hugging his son.

"I pushed a kid off the monkey bars for taking my juice box." dash said, smiling. He clearly did not regret it in the slightest. "Dad? I've been meaning to talk to you about something..." He said.

Bob sighed, “Look you can’t act like that, let a teacher now next time. And what’s up?” Bob asked.

"I've been...wondering about...what it's like to be...babied again by you.." Dash said, blushing and looking at Bob.

“B-babied? What do you mean?” Bob asked, a bit in shock and confused.

"Being treated like I'm 2 years old. That means high chairs, bubs, onesies, baby shows, baby toys, baby clothes, bottle feeding, stroller and...diapers." dash said.

Bob kinda blushed at the idea, but he also did mess having Dash as a toddler. “W-why do you want this?” Bob asked.

"It sounds fun, and it'll let us bond more, dad." Dash admitted, blushing.