Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Do you think she’ll stay on her bottom in there?” I ask, pointing to the inside of the playpen, which we’ve loaded with entertaining toys and games.
Bamgin smirks. “She will if she likes to be able to sit at all. If she stands in the playpen or her crib, we’ll spank her bottom hard enough to ensure it never happens again.”
“That might backfire on us if all it does is make her horny.”
Bamgin groans. “True. We can always add orgasm denial to her punishments, though.”
He has a point. “At least we have each other to bounce ideas off of. Our Little girl is going to be more overprotected than any other on Eleadia.” I grab my phone. “I’ll call the clinic.”
Chapter Fourteen
Margaret
“I don’t need a doctor,” I whine as my Papis settle me into a stroller. I know they’re stunned by my progress. I’ve been here one day, and already I can talk and squirm. They say that’s unheard of.
My voice is raspy and soft, but I can speak. I can’t control my movements or walk, but I can wiggle my fingers and toes. I can also grip things.
“All Little girls see the doctor soon after arrival, Little one. You’ll visit the clinic frequently. It’s our custom. We don’t like to take risks with our mates’ health.”
“But I’m fine,” I argue. I can’t stop Nanish from buckling me into the adult-sized stroller. Nor can I stop Bamgin from lecturing me. I’ll never be able to physically prevent anything they desire from happening. Even though I’m tall and strong—or I used to be—for a human, I’m like a toddler next to these two men. Literally.
I vaguely grasped that my life was going to be drastically different when I arrived here, but I wasn’t emotionally prepared to be their Baby. I wasn’t expecting a full nursery, a playpen, infinite bottles, a stroller, a changing table, and diapers for the rest of my life. Most of that they told me before we left Earth, but I was so overwhelmed at the time that I didn’t fully internalize the details.
Bamgin squats down next to me, his brows furrowed with that look I’m learning means I’m about to be lectured. “We’ll let the doctor decide if you’re fine. He needs to examine your knee to make sure it healed properly. He needs to assess your strength, too. And since you have your speech so early after our arrival, we’ll discuss what disciplinary measures he recommends for a naughty Little girl who thinks she knows better than her Papis about her health.”
I look down at my knee. I can barely see the thin lines from where Dankin operated. I feel no pain. My legs look identical. My Papis did all kinds of exercises to me while we were traveling. It would have been like physical therapy for someone in a coma.
I push out my bottom lip in a pout. “I don’t need you to discipline me. I’m a grown adult.” I know my arguments are futile. On top of that, every time they mention spanking me, I get aroused. It happened before we left Earth, and it’s even stronger now.
Nanish lifts a brow as he presses his palm against the front of my diaper. “I think our Little girl intends to whine and pout and misbehave because she gets horny even from the mention of potential punishments.”
Bamgin inhales deeply. “I agree. We haven’t even pierced her skin today, and her arousal is so strong it’s filling the entire house.” He reaches out to stroke one of my nipples.
Somehow I manage to swat at his hand, trying to escape his touch if for no other reason than because it’s embarrassing how easily I get aroused.
Without a word, my two Papis each take one of my hands and draw them down to my sides. In seconds, my wrists are restrained to the seat of my stroller at my hips.
The act of securing me makes me start panting, and my pussy floods my diaper when both Papis toy with my nipples.
“We should warn her before we head to the clinic,” Bamgin says.
I glance from him to Nanish and back. “Warn me about what?” I whimper. It’s hard to focus with their fingers flicking and pinching my titties.
They slide their hands down to cup my breasts simultaneously, making me aware of the fact that my boobs are bigger and softer than they were before I spent six months in stasis. All of me is softer. I’m not sure I like it. I’m glad I’m regaining my strength faster than expected. I hope I’m able to work out and get back in shape soon.
When I remember they told me they don’t have basketball on this planet, I shudder. I can’t wrap my head around that, and I refuse. They’re going to have to get basketball. That’s all there is to it. But I don’t want to have that argument right now. I’m saving it. I have a lot of hurdles to jump before that one comes up on the short list.