Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“He can never get to you, Baby girl…” Skarg whispers near my ear. His hand is on my tummy.
“Skarg is right, Little one. You’ll never see him again.”
I reach up to pull the pacifier from my mouth. “He’s so mean.”
Kafran kisses my shoulder. “I know, Little one. I’m so sorry. I wish we could make your memories of him disappear. I promise he will fade from existence over time. He was cruel and mean, but you’re here now with us. You will never hear such nasty comments from anyone again. You’re beautiful and perfect inside and out, and we adore you to pieces.”
I would think they would be exasperated from repeatedly telling me that night after night. They should also be tired from not getting enough sleep. I wake them up with my middle-of-the-night madness every single night. But they never complain. They simply comfort me and help me get back to sleep.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
Skarg shakes his head. “No need to be sorry, Baby girl. We are your safe space. We want to know when something is bothering you so we can fix it.”
I find myself giggling in the dark.
“What’s so funny?” Kafran asks, his voice lighter.
“You can’t fix everything that might be bothering me.”
“Sure we can,” Skarg says.
“What if I wanted to wear clothes and use a toilet and eat solid foods?” I taunt.
Skarg chuckles. “You have a valid point. We can’t change any of those things. Try to see it from our perspective, Baby girl. You are the center of our universe. We traveled over a year round trip to find you and make you ours. The bond we feel with you is so very strong that we instinctively want to protect you from any sort of harm.”
“He’s right,” Kafran continues, “That means pampering you in every way. We will always be overprotective because it would destroy us if anything bad happened to you. Our strict rules are meant to keep you safe. Feeding you ensures us that you’re getting enough to eat and keeps us from worrying about you possibly choking on something. Diapering you allows us to monitor your output so we can be sure your bladder and bowels are functioning as they should.”
I sigh. I’ll never win this argument.
Skarg rubs my tummy. “Tomorrow is going to be a big day, Baby girl. You should try to get some sleep.”
I stiffen. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. They’ve told me what to expect. First we’re going to the clinic. We’ve been there twice already. I’m super clear by now what to expect at every visit. Either Chadka or Thabo thoroughly examines every inch of my body inside and out. They always put that rod in my bottom. They hold my legs open and inspect my pussy closely. They swab the inside of my pee-pee hole.
It’s so humiliating because I get aroused every time. I can’t seem to stop myself. I hate realizing that I’m going to get used to being so intimately inspected for the rest of my life. Eventually I’ll accept their odd practices and willingly part my thighs wide. Hell, I’ll probably learn to bend over, reach back, and hold my butt cheeks apart for them.
In my strange, new, upside-down world, visiting the doctor where someone is going to push their fingers into my bottom isn’t really high on my list of stressful events for tomorrow. The second thing on my Papis’ agenda is going to the park.
I don’t want to go to the park. I don’t want to meet other women. I don’t believe my Papis when they promise me that other Little girls will never dare make fun of me. Kafran and Skarg do not understand the human mind.
I don’t want people to stare at me. I don’t want them to see my breasts. I don’t want them to laugh at me behind my back. It was hard enough living on Earth where I could at least hide my chubby body under baggy clothes and let my hair fall around my face.
That doesn’t happen here. One of my Papis braids my hair in two long strands down my back every day, keeping me from using it as a curtain. And, of course, they don’t allow me to cover my chest or tummy. I’m not as uncomfortable when it’s just the three of us at home, but I get panicky when they take me out of the house.
I want to tell them not to take me to the park, but I’m afraid they won’t listen to me. They’re adamant that I need to make friends.
Ha. Friends. I’ve never had friends. I don’t even know how to talk to other women. The only woman who was ever kind to me after my mother died was my grandmother, and she’s been gone a long time.