Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Chapter Sixteen
Mia
I blink my eyes several times as I wake up, confused and then scared. Where am I? There are slatted sides around me. I’m in a crib?
As soon as Papi’s face comes into view, I remember, and my heart stops beating so hard. He smiles as he lowers the side of the crib. His hand comes to my tummy. “You slept hard, Baby girl.”
He pulls the blanket away and scoops me into his arms before kissing all over my face until I start giggling, and the pacifier slips out of my mouth.
Papi catches it before it falls, but he doesn’t give it back to me. He carries me to a strange table and sets me on my back. When he pulls a strap across my middle, I realize it’s a giant changing table, just my size.
My face heats when another realization dawns. My diaper is soaked, bulging. I peed myself in my sleep. That has never happened to me before today. That’s twice now. I purse my lips to keep from panicking. Why should I care if I wet myself? If I’m going to wear a diaper all the time, it shouldn’t matter. But the thought of not maintaining control over my bladder is unnerving.
“What’s the matter, Baby girl?” Papi asks. “You’re in a panic.”
“I wet myself again,” I respond, mortified.
“You’re going to have to do so from now on, Little one. You’ve already done so a few times. Why all the anxiety this time?”
“Apparently I lost control in my sleep, though. Why, Papi?”
He removes the soaked diaper and slides another one under me before reaching for a button on the wall above the changing table and pressing it. With a hand on my tummy, he responds. “You were very tired, Mia. Plus the combination of several doses of my serum and the formula helped you relax. You slept deep both times.”
“Oh.” I’m not sure his explanation is sufficient, but at least he takes away some of my anxiety.
“The next time you go to sleep, you will wake up on Eleadia. Don’t forget what Papi told you. You’ll be too weak to even lift your head for a while. I don’t want you to panic. I will never leave your side except when you’re in the safety of your crib, and even then, I’ll have a baby monitor on me at all times in case you awaken. You won’t have any control over your bladder or your bowels.”
I gasp. “Ever?”
He gives me a reassuring smile. “Most Little girls do regain control within a few weeks, but it’s a moot issue. It doesn’t matter whether or not you start using your diaper with intention.”
There is a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Papi calls out.
I hold my breath as the door opens, wondering if another stranger is about to see me naked. Dankin steps into the room. It’s irrational that I’m relieved.
Papi lifts my knees higher and pushes them wide, holding them so I’m more exposed as Dankin approaches. Papi glances at him. “Her clitoris is still swollen and larger than average, but her labia are close to normal, and the pink color has returned to a more usual shade.”
I hold my breath as I remember Papi telling Dankin he would show him my pussy again.
Dankin slides his hands up my inner thighs and parts my folds, making me crave more.
I bite my lip as he studies me. He even pulls the hood back from my clit. I can’t see it, but when he circles the little nub, I feel it engorging further. I’m instantly aroused all over again, and I keep my lip between my teeth to keep from begging.
It seems like forever before Dankin removes his touch from my folds and turns his attention to Papi. “Thanks. That helps me know what to expect.”
“You’re welcome.” Papi lifts a fresh diaper around me and fastens it.
“Is Ava here?” I ask, remembering how badly I want to see her. Has Dankin examined her too? I shudder at the idea that this doctor has seen two female bodies—mine and Ava’s. It’s weird. We’re close friends, but I’ve never seen her pussy up close and personal. I mean we aren’t super modest. We see each other naked, but not with legs spread and everything exposed.
“She’s here, Baby girl,” Papi tells me softly.
I jerk my gaze toward the doctor, feeling self-conscious. “Then you’ve already examined her, and you know what female humans are supposed to look like,” I spit out in my frustration. “Not like me. I’m tiny. All of me. Except apparently my pussy. It’s all swollen and red and abnormally large. But if you’re doing a case study, you might want to pretend you didn’t see me and start your records with Ava. She’s a better representation of what female humans look like with boobs and curves and pretty hair and nails and long legs and hips and probably a perfect pussy.”