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 shake my head and look away. I’m so embarrassed.
He sets his hands on my inner thighs and presses them wider. I don’t think it’s because he needs them wider for the cream. I think he’s just asserting his dominance, showing me he can hold me wider, making me feel deeper.
“You’ve used diapers alone without a Daddy, haven’t you, Little one?”
I give a slight nod.
“Why does that embarrass you? I’m so proud of you. You’ve known you were Little for a very long time, and you took steps to honor your preferences. That’s so admirable.”
I turn my head toward him. “It’s humiliating.”
He lowers his face to kiss me gently on the lips. “I don’t want it to be. It’s part of who you are.” Finally, he reaches for another cloth and wipes away the cream. “There. So pretty. Little girls on my planet are not permitted to grow hair on their pussies, Mia. It’s more sanitary to keep your pee-pee away from your skin when you wet yourself.”
It makes sense, but I’m so out of body I’m not sure who I am anymore. I’m also exposed and unnerved. “Can I have my dress back and my panties please, Papi?”
He plants a kiss on my tummy and nibbles a path up between my breasts, continuing up my neck, finally kissing me on the mouth. “I’m going to do a full medical exam now, Baby girl. I need to know if you have any medical issues that require attention before we travel.”
“I’m not sick,” I argue, knowing I won’t be able to deter him.
“That’s good, but you can’t always know what’s happening inside your body.” He keeps one palm on me as he bends down and grabs another bag from next to the bed.
I realize he was worried I might fall and giggle. “I’m not going to fall off the bed, Papi.”
“Nope. Not ever.”
I shudder at his response. He said everything and nothing at the same time. I caught the unspoken words. I won’t be falling because I’ll never have an opportunity. The idea makes me feel special. It’s the kind of thing every Little girl on Earth longs for. A Daddy who takes care of her.
I’m concerned though. I suspect some of his methods are going to be foreign to me. The rules he’s listed so far make it sound like I’ll be living a life of leisure under his care. I’m afraid to ask questions.
Papi pulls out a stethoscope, and I blow out a breath of relief. He’s a doctor. That’s his medical bag. He’s just going to listen to my heart.
As he situates the earpieces, I say, “Patients on Earth wear a gown when they go to the doctor.”
He smiles. “Not on Eleadia, Little one.” He holds up the smooth disk. “Can you take a deep breath for me?”
I inhale as he sets the disk on my chest and listens.
“Good girl. Again.”
I draw in another and then three more as he moves the stethoscope around my titties. His knuckles graze my little nipples often. I think he does it on purpose. They are so hard from embarrassment and exposure and the fact that he nicked them with his strange quill.
“Good girl,” he praises again as he sets the stethoscope to the side. “Lift your hands over your head again for me, Little one.”
I shiver as I do as he asks.
He palpates my tummy in a dozen places. “Any pain or discomfort, Baby girl?”
I shake my head, staring at his hands. They’re so large. When he spreads his palm and fingers out, he can cover my entire torso. The contrast of our skin tones is so hot too. His dark to my light.
My breath hitches when he shifts his attention higher and starts feeling around my boobs.
“Have you ever had any issues with your little titties, Baby girl?”
Wetness rushes out of my pussy when he uses my babyish word. I shake my head as my cheeks heat. I want to pull my legs together, but Papi is leaning his torso against the mattress between them, preventing me from closing my thighs. I can’t even straighten them because I’m too close to the edge. My knees are bent, and my legs are still splayed open the way he put them when he used the hair remover.
After prodding around every millimeter of my small titties, he flicks my nipples and then pinches them.
I arch my chest at the unexpected torment, but this doesn’t dislodge him. He pinches both nipples harder and twists them slightly in both directions before releasing them.
As soon as he releases my nipples, my hands fly down to cover them. I’m panting.
Papi circles my wrists again and gives a gentle tug. “Keep your hands away from your pretty titties, Baby girl.”
The flush on my cheeks grows. I know it extends down my chest.