Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I nod again. I’ve even worn pullups to my parents’ house several times. I’m not sure if they noticed or not, but they didn’t comment. They know I’m Little, but until I met Chase, I’d never played at such a young age.
“Thirdly, Daddy loves you no matter what. It doesn’t matter to me how Little you want to be, nor does it matter to me if you wet yourself. And if you ever had an accident in your adult headspace, I would simply find a way to discretely clean you up. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Good girl.” He removes the diaper entirely and proceeds to wipe my pussy and inner thighs with a warm cloth while I watch him. I’m always trying to decide if he really does like to care for me so deeply or if he’s just saying that because I enjoy it.
“I spoke to Elijah,” he informs me as he slides a fresh diaper under me. “We decided to meet at the beach this afternoon.”
“The beach!” I shout excitedly. I kick my legs out as he finishes up.
He chuckles as he lifts me to my feet and stands me on the floor. “Yep. We’re going to leave now in fact. How does that sound?”
“Amazing. I can’t wait. And I’ll get to see Petra! Did you bring me a bathing suit, Daddy?”
He squats down in front of me, putting us eye to eye. His hands are on my hips. “Littles don’t wear bathing suits on the island, princess. Just swim diapers.”
My eyes widen. “And T-shirts?”
“Nope. Just diapers.”
I lift my hands to my chest and cover my boobs over my shirt. “I’d get burnt,” I argue even though it’s futile.
“Daddy will put plenty of sunscreen on you.”
“On my boobies?” I ask incredulously.
He chuckles. “Yes, on your boobies, Baby girl. And you will stay under the umbrella as much as possible.”
“How weird.” I scrunch up my nose.
“Think of it as a nude beach.”
“I don’t think women on nude beaches wear diapers,” I point out.
He tweaks my nose. “That’s true, but being nude is normalized on a nude beach, and it’s normalized for Littles to wear nothing but swim diapers at the beach and the Littleworld waterpark here.”
I sigh. At least I’m a regular-sized person. No one is going to pay attention to me. My boobies are small and uninteresting. I’ve seen Littles in all sizes and shapes. I bet some of them are more self-conscious than I should be.
“Did you get me a bucket and shovel?” I ask, changing the subject.
Daddy rises to his feet and takes my hand. “Everything we need for the beach is in a beach bag by the door. I went through it to make sure it was all pastel. Nothing red. I warned Elijah about red things also.”
I wince. “I’m not sure Petra knows I have sensitivity issues. I didn’t know her that well. She probably just thought I was shy or strange. What if she thinks I’m weird and doesn’t want to play with me?”
“I’m quite positive Petra is not that judgmental. If she were, Elijah never would have fallen in love with her.” Daddy leads me to the door, grabbing my diaper bag and the bag that must contain our beach stuff on the way outside.
I’m still a bit concerned about Petra, but that’s always the case when I meet new people. The act of meeting someone or getting to know them better always causes me anxiety, which exacerbates my triggers.
“Wait right here in the doorway while I put the bags on the golf cart. I’ll come back and get you.” Daddy jogs to the golf cart to stash the bags.
I know why he’s doing this. It’s because I don’t have shoes on. He could have put them on me, but he knows I hate shoes. He knows shoes would add to my stress level.
Daddy thinks of everything, often before I ever do.
In seconds, he’s back, lifting me off the ground and holding me against his side. He shuts the door to the cabin and carries me to the golf cart.
Chapter Seven
“Josie!”
I look up from where I’m waddling across the sand to find Petra running toward me. She’s grinning broadly. Her black hair is in braids that bounce around as she runs. Her skin is pale, so I’m sure her Daddy keeps her slathered in sunscreen at all times.
She looks so carefree, and the only thing she’s wearing is a swim diaper. She’s about my size with modest breasts, so I realize as soon as Daddy takes off my shirt, I’m going to look nearly the same as her.
“Slow down, Petra,” Elijah calls out, following close behind her. His long legs make it possible for him to look like he’s barely strolling while she’s jogging. “You’re going to fall on your face and get sand in your mouth.”