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)
Mason ruffled her hair again and turned toward Tricia.
Tricia smiled. “I’ve got her.”
“Good. Thank you.” As soon as he left, Tricia held out a hand. “Come, Baby girl. You must be about to burst by now.”
As Mindy joined her, Tricia avoided touching her freshly painted nails. Instead she set a palm on the small of Mindy’s back and led her out of the daycare, down a hallway, and into a private room.
Mindy had never been in one of these rooms before. She’d seen them on her initial tour, but no one had invited her to one.
Tricia shut the door and led Mindy over to a strange changing table that was only about a foot off the floor. “Can you sit and then lie back for me, Baby girl, without using your hands?”
Mindy was shaking with nerves as she did as she was told. Her breath hitched when Tricia pushed a lever on the side of the table, causing it to rise up to normal height.
Tricia smiled at Mindy. “This kind of changing table is perfect for caregivers who aren’t strong enough to lift their Littles.” She winked.
Mindy held her breath as she tried not to panic.
“Can you lift your arms above your head for me, Baby girl?”
Mindy did so, but the effect left her feeling oddly more vulnerable.
“Good girl. Keep your hands there out of the way so you don’t mess up your polish while I diaper you.”
Mindy pursed her lips and stared at the ceiling. So many new things were happening all at once. It was overwhelming. Even though she’d been Little for a long time, she’d never had a caregiver take care of her. She’d never worn a diaper. She’d never been strapped down to a changing table.
That was exactly what happened next. Tricia carefully pushed Mindy’s dress up her body, exposing her tummy, before securing a nylon strap across her tummy. “There. That will keep you from falling.”
Mindy couldn’t respond, even though part of her wanted to chuckle. She obviously wouldn’t fall off the table. She was too overwhelmed with other sensations to include laughter.
Tricia rounded to the end of the changing table. “I’m just going to pull your panties off, Baby girl,” she said as she reached for the elastic at Mindy’s waist and eased the cotton briefs from her body.
Mindy was wearing tennis shoes and frilly socks, and Tricia easily removed the panties over them.
“Take a breath, Baby girl,” she encouraged as she slid her hands up Mindy’s thighs.
Mindy drew in a breath at the order, but it was ragged.
“Good girl. Can you bend your knees and part your legs for me?”
She hesitated but finally forced herself to do as she was told. Why was she so nervous? Was it Tricia? The diaper? Something else?
When Tricia smoothed her hands down Mindy’s inner thighs, pressing them wider, Mindy’s breath hitched again. Strange unexpected feelings consumed her.
Maybe she was so desperate for any kind of intimate human contact that she couldn’t control her reactions. She was aware she needed to pee badly, but that sensation was overpowered by several others.
There was a tight ball in her tummy, squeezing in on itself. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her lips were dry. Her breasts felt heavy inside her bra. But more importantly, her private parts were tingling. And holy shit but she thought she was wet. The air in the room was hitting her naked vulva, making her aware of the moisture.
“Good girl,” Tricia praised again. “I’m glad you’re shaved. Pubic hair and diapers aren’t a great combination.” She grabbed a crinkly diaper from the shelf next to her and tapped Mindy’s thighs. “Can you lift your bottom for me, Baby girl.”
Mindy set her heels on the edge of the table and lifted her hips, letting Tricia slide the thick diaper under her bottom. She was trembling as she settled her weight over the padding. It was hard to believe this was happening.
“Can I rub some diaper cream on you, Baby girl?” Tricia asked. “Your skin is tender, and you’re new to this. I don’t want you to get a rash.”
Mindy’s teeth were chattering as she nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” she whispered.
She jumped as Tricia popped the top on the ointment and gritted her teeth as Tricia set two fingers on her folds. “You doing okay, Baby girl?”
Mindy nodded slightly. She didn’t know if she was okay or not. Too many feelings. All she knew at the moment was that it felt good having Tricia touch her.
“Has a woman ever touched your pussy before, Baby girl?”
Mindy shook her head, trying not to arch off the table as Tricia parted her labia and rubbed the cream between her folds and then up around the sensitive bundle of nerves above her private parts.
She gasped when Tricia finished by rubbing the cream all around her tight bottom hole.