Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I feel sorry for him as I hang up. What he’s dealing with is far more common. Human females are not accustomed to our ways. They struggle with so many issues. I’ve heard some of them struggle for weeks after arrival. I fear this is what will happen with Ava, and I’m not sure how quickly the two girls will be able to reunite under the circumstances. We’ll have to see.
I quickly send a text to John.
Thank you for picking some things up for us. I didn’t get a specific list from Mia other than her special stuffie Pokey. Hopefully that will be obvious. I think she has other dolls she loves too. If she wakes up before you go, I’ll get more specific items from her.
No problem. I’ve done this dozens of times. I’m getting pretty good at knowing what women want to take with them. I’ll text you when I get there and see if you have any additions.
Thanks again.
I pocket the phone and return my full attention to Mia. I can’t stop smiling. It’s so adorable how she suckles the pacifier every few seconds. Soft moans escape her lips as if she’s enjoying it immensely. I stroke her arm, her cheek, her back. Her skin is so smooth. So soft.
She’s tiny. Smaller than any other human female I’ve met. So much smaller than me that I can easily hold her with one arm and not be remotely strained.
Unable to resist seeing her breasts again, I lean her back a few inches. Such perfection. I love every inch of her. I know her size—especially the size of her breasts—bothers her, but she has nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t care if her boobs were huge or small. I would love her just the same.
I’ve examined a lot of Little girls on the mothership. Few of them were as pale as my Little girl. None of them had nipples as pink or tiny as hers.
My skin is so dark against hers. I love the contrast. It’s mesmerizing.
Mia stirs slightly in her sleep, squirming as a small whimper escapes her lips. She arches slightly right before she wets her diaper.
I can’t help but smile. This is the goal. It will undoubtedly stress her out when she wakes up, but I will do my best to placate her. She was totally exhausted. Between the orgasms, the medical exam, the nudity, the formula, and my quill, she’s so deeply asleep that she isn’t attempting to control her bladder.
Me holding her isn’t helping. It’s keeping her even calmer. And the diaper itself. Wearing one gives Little girls a subconscious pass to use it.
But she’s not going to understand any of that when she wakes up.
Hours go by. Not slow enough, though. With each passing moment, we grow closer to our exit, and boarding the transport vessel means kissing my Little girl goodbye for six long months.
John has already gone to the girls’ apartment and retrieved their things. He called me from Mia’s bedroom and listed everything he could see. I’m hoping she won’t be disappointed by my selections.
The pod is going to pick us up soon to take us to the mothership. I need to give Mia a bath first. It’s time for her to wake up.
It’s undoubtedly my fault she slept so long. As soon as I lower her gently onto my bed—a bed I’ve never slept in—she stirs, kicking her little arms and legs out as she stretches.
She blinks her eyes open.
I pop the pacifier from her mouth, loving how she whimpers and reaches for it as though she wasn’t ready to relinquish it yet.
I set it on the nightstand out of her reach. “I’ll give it back in a while, Baby girl. You’ve been asleep a long time. You need a diaper change and a bath. A pod is going to come get us to take us to the starship soon.”
As expected, she gasps when she lifts her head and sees how full her diaper is. Her lip trembles. “I wet myself?”
I quickly whisk the soaked material from her body and grab a cloth to wipe her folds. “It’s normal, Little one.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not normal. I’ve worn diapers before and didn’t wet them. I’ve even worn them to bed sometimes. I didn’t accidentally wet myself without my knowledge.”
“Well, you were very sleepy, Little one, and the formula helped you relax. Plus the serum you get from my quill has a calming effect.” I list all the things I’ve gone over in my head.
Her eyes go wide. “That last part is a lie, Papi.” She pouts. “If I’m not allowed to lie, you can’t either.”
I chuckle. “It’s not a lie, Baby girl. My quill can be used for a variety of effects. One of them is to help calm you. Some of that got into your system when I nicked your titties.” I watch her as I use her own word.