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The first thing she felt when she roused from the depths of her sleep was the ticklish, soft feel of fur - fake, knitted and plushy, washed over with the smell of cotton and a faint sweetness that established its newness. And though they were delicately woven, Toni knew that her pillows were not that comfy.
Sluggishly, and with a little grumble at her churning, empty stomach, she opened her eyes to the day, the world turned on its axis and taking up the form of a large, bunny teddy that was golden in colour with light patches for the stomach and paws and the inside of its long, floppy ears. In contrast, its neat bowtie was a dark crimson, almost as dark as its black, beady eyes, and Toni felt compelled to wiggle her hand from under the crumpled duvet to trace its lining, the fabric a silky smoothness.
While her room housed numerous plushies, Toni couldn't recall owning this one; there were no memories of it, no sleepless nights cuddling it, not even a recollection of her buying it.
One or two baffling blinks go by and Toni's deary eyes finally adjust to the morning glow of her room and catch the small post-it stuck on her bedside, scrawled with thick, black ink.
Curious, she reached over the plush and plucked it off, holding it to read.
'Happy birthday, Baby. Meet Mister Hoppy! - Love Yaz xxx'
A soothing warmth pooled in her chest as her eyes traced over the word 'Baby' again and again, and Toni couldn't help the giddy smile growing on her face. Truth be told, she had forgotten all about her birthday, but waking up to a new teddy was certainly a great reminder to start the day that she hoped was all about her.
Fizzing with excited, bubbling energy, Toni was about to fling the thick duvet off her PJ-clad body like a child waking up on Christmas morning when the door of her bedroom was eased open, Yaz herself coming around the corner with a warm smile on her face and a plastic bag in her hand.
Warm brown eyes met Toni's.
"Good morning, Baby~."
That word again sent heat straight to her loins - thick and heavy and distracting. Toni squeezed her legs together to try and pamper it down; it didn't work.
Yaz seemed to notice her anxious jiggling and chuckled as she approached.
"Sleep well?"
The mattress dipped under Yaz's weight as she settled onto the end of the bed, dropping the bag at her feet with a silent thud. Toni, ever curious, tried to glance inside but to no avail.
She pouted. "Had a bad dream. . ."
Yaz's smile dropped. "Aww, Baby. . ."
She really was milking that word for all it's worth. A warm, brown hand reached up to slip sleep-mussed hair behind Toni's ear, also taking the time to trace the soft curves of her face with a delicate, comforting pressure.
"You're okay now, yeah? It was just a dream."
Toni hummed at the soft feeling against her cheek and closed her eyes to heighten her sense, nuzzling into the dark skin. She heard Yaz give a little sigh, as if amused and pleased.
"I've got something that'll cheer you up."
Plastic noises filled the room and Toni opened her eyes to watch.
Yaz had hoisted the bag onto her lap - it was fairly big in size - and slipped it open to route her arm for its contents. Meanwhile, Toni couldn't help but fidget in excitement, eager to see what she hoped was another birthday present.
And indeed it was.
Pulled out of the bag and deposited onto the star-printed bed sheets around them was what appeared to be a nice piece of clothing of some kind (pale-yellow in colour), something plastically white and. . .
A dummy, for a baby, except much bigger.
Toni froze. Then flicked her wide eyes up to catch Yaz's cat-got-the-cream grin, before anxiously squirming in her spot, the mattress' springs creaking, while her cheeks (and loins) bloomed with caught-out heat.
How did she-
With the same delicacy from earlier, Yaz tucked two fingers under Toni's chin to tilt her gaze up to her own, her brown eyes still warm with an amber spark of mischief and playful energy while the whites caught the morning light - gentle and dazzling.
"Do you like them?" She asked, softer, "The Doctor took me and Clara to a good place to get. . .your favourite type of things."
'Favourite type of things' .
Those things being a dummy and - what she now concluded when she looked again - a large nappy. For her, who has never made any mention of this. . .fascination to anyone before simply out of fear. Her cheeks bloomed hotter while her stomach churned with something uneasy (and hunger).
The not-giddy part of her brain was racking for any way that she could have given her secret kink away; perhaps The Doctor had read her mind, or she had dropped a hint without knowing, or maybe Clara had caught her with her thumb in her mouth-
"Toni-"
The thought sent her hands shooting under her thighs; this was not the time for that familiar comfort. Or maybe Yaz wouldn't mind-
"Baby."
Toni finally snapped her attention back to reality and gulped past the uncomfortable lump in her throat when Yaz's eyes shifted from her hidden hands back to her face (she could feel her eyes watering).
"It's okay."
What?
"Your kink."
Had she said 'what' out loud?
"We don't mind."
'We' . So The Doctor and Clara knew too. Toni dreaded the conversation all three must have had about her, about her kink, about her secret need-
"It's actually cute."
Okay, now she really did need to open her mouth because surely her ears were deceiving her.
"What?"
Yaz closed her eyes in her chuckle, as if taking a moment to herself to imprint Toni's cute, confused face into her memory. Her hand squeezed her knee above the duvet.
"You, your ABDL thing-" Toni swallowed uneasily again. "It's cute. You're cute."
Toni flicked her eyes back down to the dummy; she half wished she could stick it in her mouth already so she wouldn't say something completely dumb or ramble her way through explanations.
Yaz seemed to take notice and picked it up casually, hovering it in front of her face, "You can have it."
Toni squinted as if to pinpoint any signs of Yaz taking the piss, but she found none. Wordlessly, she opened her mouth. Yaz popped the dummy in. The plastic was cool and smooth against her tongue, thick and firm in shape when she dug her teeth into it a little, getting a feel. Hollowing her cheeks, she then sucked. Apart from the plastic itself, it was practically tasteless (they must have washed it beforehand).
Silently, Toni looked at Yaz again, who just gave her a dimpled smile.
"Is that nice, Baby~?"
Despite the plastic in her mouth, an agreeable whine slipped out. Yaz giggled; bright and dazzling.
"Good." Then, she was shifting off the bed, smoothing out her clothes while eyeing the bundle of fabric that she had brought in with the dummy. "Now, let's get you dressed, yeah? Don't wanna spend your whole birthday in bed, do ya?"
Toni blinked at the bundle then blinked up at Yaz. Were it not for the dummy in her mouth, she probably would have mumbled something intangible, so she just nodded her head, quite eagerly as parts of her hair fell out of her pigtails.
Yaz was nothing if not gentle and slow as she helped Toni out of bed, who couldn't stop wobbling on her legs. With a small comment on the cuteness of her PJs, she set to work, unbuttoning the silk shirt to bare Toni's small chest before dropping to her knees to shimmy her trousers down her legs, taking a second to soothe the wobble in her muscles with her hands. Toni fought to stop herself from whining; she sucked harder on the dummy.
"Hold my shoulders."
Toni shivered as she did as she was told.
"Good girl."
She cursed the wobble returning to her legs.
Yaz gently tapped her ankle, "Foot."
Toni lifted her sock-clad foot, and the crumpled leg of her trousers was pulled off, then Yaz tapped her other ankle. Understanding, she balanced with a tight grip on Yaz's jumper and the other leg was pulled off, leaving her standing there in her underwear and socks.
The room was colder than she realised and goosebumps littered her skin. Toni shivered on her feet, then actually nearly fell over when Yaz suddenly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers, pulling them down and off like her trousers. So now she was just standing there, in her socks, with a dummy in her mouth, like a baby being dressed.
She squeezed her legs together, praying that Yaz didn't notice the wetness pooling between them. Her prayers went unanswered as Yaz shuffled back up to her feet and grabbed for the nappy on the bed, opening it up with a ruffle of plastic.
"Lay on the bed, Baby."
The duvet was crumpled against her back, uncomfortable and so lumpy that she wasn't lying flat. Yaz gave a small tut and eased her up again with a strong arm around her back but Toni barely noticed the crumpling and pushing up of the duvet while pressed up against Yaz's chest. Her heart was soothe-sounding and her breasts were soft and well-rounded, and her hand twitched to get a feel, but then she was laid on her back again, facing the ceiling with Yaz out of view.
She mewled.
"Hush, Baby Girl," That Yorkshire-twanged voice soothed, "spread your legs for me."
Toni bit down onto the dummy as her legs eased apart, the cool air ghosting over her most sensitive spot. Yeah, she was definitely wet, and she wasn't thinking about how Yaz could probably see it (she knew she absolutely could).
A sheepish flush arose on her chest and Toni squeezed her eyes shut to hide away from the world, but then something cold and ticklish splattered on her legs and they shot open again, her head lifting up to see.
Yaz was sprinkling and rubbing baby powder between her legs (it must have been at the bottom of the bag), her dark hands dusted with it as she worked it into the soft skin of her stomach, her thighs, her vulva. A thin sheet of wetness on Yaz's fingers glinted under the light of her room and Toni moaned around the dummy when they worked delicately against her, barely touching as if to tease and edge.
Yaz caught Toni's eyes and smirked.
"Just getting you ready for your nappy, Baby." Fixing the cap back onto the baby powder bottle, Yaz dropped it onto the bed by the clothes before grabbing the nappy laying on top, quickly checking over it (probably for tears). Seemingly satisfied, she leaned over to gently tap Toni’s hip.
“Hips up.”
Toni quickly clutched at the bed sheet underneath as she lifted her hips, pressing down against her shoulder blades while Yaz slipped the nappy below her, taking the time to centre it right before pressing Toni back down. The cushioning inside was soft and didn’t itch, and Toni’s heart was pounding as a realised reality hit her.
She was wearing a nappy like a baby, without having to ask (and embarrass herself while doing so). The Doctor must have seen her dreams when she fell asleep against her one time because this was simply too good to be true.
Before she even had settled into it, Yaz had brought up the front piece and secured the sides into place, tightening it up to settle snugly around her hips and thighs. It was too bunchy for Toni to close her legs properly and the plushy inside seemed to catch her arousal fairly well. She wriggled around to settle inside it better and Yaz beamed.
“Look at you,” she cooed, tickling her stomach, “you’re so cute.”
Toni blushed, trying to hide it in the bed to no avail.
“Now,” Yaz picked up the yellow clothing, slowly unfolding it. It was a one-piece, like a onesie, with a line of buttons, white in colour, running down the back, and clearly soft in feel. “Let’s get you dressed, then we can go get breakfast.”