Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
My lip trembles. I’m not sure I can do this. It’s one thing to wear a diaper; it’s another thing entirely to use it. I’m not ready for this. I kick my feet out and buck against him.
He palms my tummy firmly, holding me in place. “Don’t fight it. It’s perfectly natural.”
“It’s icky,” I complain, whimpering.
He chuckles. “It’s not icky to me. It tells me you trust me to take care of you in every way. Submit to me, Zia.” His voice is encouraging and firm.
I fight it. My natural instinct is to hold my bladder and hurry to a bathroom.
He keeps rubbing my tummy. I think he’s applying even more pressure with every passing second. “Did you know that Littles on Regression Island don’t ever use a bathroom? They don’t even have access to them. Only Caregivers can open them.”
I shake my head. Josie has told me Littles wear diapers, and I know she uses them sometimes, but she’s never mentioned that she has no access to bathrooms on the island.
“Yep. There are a lot of rules on the island. Do you know why?”
I shake my head again, squirming. It’s hard to focus with my growing need to pee.
“It creates an environment where all Littles are equal so they can visit the parks carefree without fear of judgement. They dress the same, take bottles, and use diapers.”
He keeps telling me about the island, and it occurs to me maybe he’d like to go there. Maybe he’s thinking about taking me. I don’t ask, though. I’ve coveted a trip to Littleworld for a long time, but I’ve never seriously considered it because it seems totally out of reach. What would I tell my mother?
Daddy switches hands, palming my diaper with one hand while pressing against my bladder with the other. I become hyper-aware of the fact that he removed my hair as he rubs the diaper against my bare skin. On top of that, the pressure against my sex makes my tummy flutter.
My face heats as I grow aroused. He probably knows it. I can’t hide it well. I’m panting and writhing. And I need to pee so badly it’s a wonder I’m able to think about anything else, especially the swollen status of my folds.
Daddy presses more firmly against both my sex and my tummy, and it’s the last straw. I can’t keep from peeing myself. Mortified, I also can’t stop once I start. I have to pee so badly that I flood the diaper before I’m able to clench off the muscle.
I’m so embarrassed. Daddy’s palm on the soaked material brings attention to how much I released. All I can do is turn my face toward the wall, my lip quivering. Don’t cry.
Daddy’s hand comes to the top of my head. “I know that was hard. I’m proud of you. Take a deep breath, Baby girl.”
I shake my head and hold my breath instead.
He chuckles. “Take a breath for Daddy, naughty girl. Your face is turning red.”
I stiffen when he calls me naughty. It does something to me. Tears start to fall. I can’t stop them.
“Hey, Baby…” He leans over me. “Look at Daddy. Why the tears?”
I manage to meet his gaze. “I’m not naughty,” I murmur.
His brow furrows. “Oh, sweet girl, I didn’t mean it literally. You’re right. You’re not a naughty girl. You’re such a good girl. You’ve done so many new things today, and I know some of them were hard, but you persevered. I never expected you to slide into a more regressed state when I brought you here. Not on your first trip to my home. And yet, you did, and I’m so proud of you for letting yourself be who you are.”
“You are?” I don’t think I’ve done anything miraculous, but he looks sincere.
“Very proud. And so humbled. Let me change your diaper, and then we’ll get you a bottle. How does that sound?”
I scrunch up my nose. “Icky.”
He chuckles. “Nothing about you is ever going to be icky.”
I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes closed while Daddy removes my diaper and gently wipes my folds with a few wipes.
“Thank you for keeping your legs open for me, Little one. I think you deserve a reward for being so brave today, don’t you?”
I lick my lips. “A reward?” I’m picturing ice cream or a lollipop or stickers. I’m kind of excited.
And then I’m stunned when Daddy leans between my legs, holds my thighs wider with both hands, and sucks my folds into his mouth.
The sensation is so shocking that I cry out and buck my hips. I can only move about two inches though between the strap across my tummy and him holding my thighs.
My sex throbs, and the sensation doubles when he flicks his tongue over the bundle of nerves. I start panting. I’m pretty sure my legs are quivering as sensation overwhelms me. “Daddy…” I don’t know what else to say. What’s happening to me?