This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

Stud, you know I love you, and I love exploring all this role play stuff together. But I’m not sure I can wear all this gear. It looks really tight and constricting. It looks uncomfortable, and—don’t take this the wrong way, Babe—a little weird. 

Don’t get me wrong. I love the dad/Son role play we’ve been doing lately. Hell, last night when we were in bed together, and you whispered in my ear, “Hey dad, hold me until I fall asleep,” I got all kinds of chills up and down my spine. I’ve loved wearing all the plaid shirts and overalls and work boots you’ve brought home for me, too, Stud. Who’d have thought that dad/Son role play would strike such a chord with us? 

But I’m not so sure about all this rubber gear, Babe. Are you sure this is all for me? There’s an awful lot of stuff here. It all feels kind of tacky, like it might stick to my body. 

I think I’m going to need your help putting this on, Babe. Thanks, I think I can get it the rest of the way. If I just suck my belly in for a second, I think I can— 


Did you say something, Stud? I thought I heard you say something. Hmm, must just be my imagin— 


I swear I heard you say something, Son. Don’t play jokes on your old man. You’re not too old for me to take you over my knee and— 


Son, do you mind if we sit down for a second? Your old dad isn’t feeling too well. I’m a little light headed and I think— 


I am Robopop 717. I am programmed to serve and obey Unit RoboSon 716. What are Your orders, RoboSon? 

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