Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Has a man every touched your pussy, Mindy?” Tricia asked gently.
Mindy shook her head again, feeling the heat rise on her cheeks.
It was hard to keep her legs wide when Tricia stopped touching her private parts. She was trembling so badly, and she had to purse her lips to keep from asking Tricia not to stop.
Tricia cleaned her fingers on a wet wipe before lifting the front of the diaper into place and securing it at Mindy’s hips. “There we go. All done.”
Mindy tried to straighten her legs, but the thick padding prevented her from bringing them all the way together.
Tricia made quick work of unfastening the strap and lowering the height of the table before taking Mindy’s elbows to help her sit and then stand.
It felt awkward, and Mindy didn’t know if she could pee in the diaper.
Tricia opened a small fridge next to the changing table and pulled out a baby bottle. It looked like it was filled with water. She also grabbed an unopened binky package from a drawer in the changing table. “Come, Baby girl. Putting that diaper on you was a new experience. I bet you could use some water and some snuggles. Will you sit on my lap on the rocking chair?”
Mindy nodded. She’d never felt so Little in her life. The urge to bring her thumb to her mouth and plug it so she wouldn’t have to speak was stronger than ever. She was shaking from head to toe. She felt chilled. Her bare legs had goosebumps. So did her arms.
Tricia set the bottle and binky on a small table next to the oversized rocking chair before she sat and held out her hands. “I bet that polish is mostly dry by now. You can probably sit with me without smudging it.”
Mindy inched forward, the diaper feeling so awkward. It didn’t help that her private parts were still tingling and now rubbing against the diaper. She was whimpering as she stepped into Tricia’s embrace.
Tricia gave Mindy a boost to help her settle between her legs on one knee, and then she leaned back, cradling Mindy in her arms. “Let’s get your shoes off.” She untied the laces and pulled them off with one hand before grabbing a soft blanket from the arm of the rocking chair and tucking it all around Mindy.
Mindy couldn’t stop shivering as she tried to relax in Tricia’s arms.
Finally, Tricia reached over to grab the bottle from the small table next to them and held it up to Mindy’s lips. “Have you taken a bottle before, Baby girl?”
“No, Ma’am,” she managed to whisper.
“I bet it will feel good,” Tricia encouraged as she tapped Mindy’s lips to get her to part them. “The best part about bottles and pacifiers is that you can relax in my arms without having to talk while you drink.” She smiled. “Can you do that for me, Baby girl? I’ll talk. You can listen while you suckle.”
Mindy thought that sounded like a good plan, so she parted her lips and let the nipple into her mouth. It felt weird at first, but she finally got the hang of sucking the water through the tip, realizing she was very thirsty.
“Good girl.” Tricia held the bottle with one hand and patted Mindy’s bottom with the other. “Try to let your bladder relax, Baby girl. You’ve been holding your pee pee for a long time.”
That wasn’t possible, no matter how hard Mindy tried. The combination of the diaper and the fact that someone was watching her prevented her from letting go.
“When you’re ready,” Tricia repeated. “I know this is all new to you. I can see your hesitation. I want you to know there is no right or wrong. Littles sometimes enjoy time being super young. It’s not unusual. Did you know there are places where Littles can regress all the way and live as infants?”
Mindy’s eyes widened.
“Yep. I work at a place like that. It’s called The Nurturing Center. Have you heard of it?”
Mindy shook her head slightly, not losing the nipple. It was like her lifeline. It was indeed keeping her from having to speak.
“It’s a special place where Littles go to find a forever caregiver. A Mommy or a Daddy.”
Mindy listened intently to keep from focusing on her need to pee or the way her private parts were so swollen.
“If you’d like, I can give you some information on The Nurturing Center. You might consider going there. I bet you would thrive if you were in an environment where everyone else was as Little as you feel inside.”
Did she feel that Little inside? She was too confused to agree or disagree right now. Somehow she’d managed to drain the bottle, and Tricia removed it, quickly replacing it with the binky.
Tricia held the pink sparkly pacifier in place for a few seconds. “Suckle for me, Baby girl.” She stroked Mindy’s cheek. “That’s a good girl. Doesn’t that feel good?”