Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
It seems like a pivotal moment in my life. As the doors slide closed, I’m shut off from one world and moving into another.
Chapter Four
Allisa
“Weird.”
He chuckles. “I’ve heard it’s pretty strange.”
Suddenly, I realize I have a pressing question. “Do you know my friend Bailey? She was chosen a few months ago.”
“I don’t know her, Little one, but I’ve heard about her. Her Papi’s name is Zingar. They are en route to Eleadia. They should be halfway there by now.”
“Oh.” That idea is so strange. I figured Bailey was on another planet, living her best life. It never occurred to me that she wouldn’t have arrived yet. “Can I see her when we arrive?”
“Eventually, Little one. When you’re ready.”
I grin. That pleases me. “So you’re not taking me to your planet for some scientific research or a breeding colony or something nefarious?”
Papi laughs, the sound so pleasing to my ear that I know I want to hear it often. “No, Baby girl. No research. No breeding. In fact, you can’t get pregnant from me. We’re not compatible enough.”
I blow out a relieved breath. The thought of having this man’s baby makes me panic. He’s so big. The baby would weigh like twenty pounds and probably kill me.
The elevator doors open, and Papi steps into what looks like an ordinary apartment, except the furniture is larger. Everything is higher off the floor. I shouldn’t be surprised. He would look like a giant on an ordinary chair or couch.
As I glance around, my bladder reminds me that I never did pee. “I need to use the bathroom, Papi. Can you show me where it is?”
Instead of setting me on my feet, he carries me through a door into what I assume is his bedroom. He aims straight for the gigantic bed, grabs my hips, and pries me away from his side to lower me onto my butt.
“Lie back, Baby girl.”
I narrow my eyes, panic setting in again. Is he planning to fuck me right this second? “Please, can I use the bathroom, Papi?”
“Allisa…” he warns, narrowing his gaze. Now that I can see his face, I realize his expressions are going to turn his demands into something so much more powerful. The man could put a flea in its place with just a look.
I whimper as I lower onto my back. “But, Papi…”
He places a hand on my tummy. “There are many things I will tell you in the coming hours, Baby girl. Some of them will shock you. I need you to be a good girl and try not to panic with each new detail.”
“Okay,” I whisper. I don’t want him to be disappointed with me.
“Be respectful, Little one. Yes, Sir or yes, Papi. If I have to tell you again, I will spank you.”
I swallow. “Yes, Sir.” His demand and my obedient response make my pussy pulse.
“Good girl. First thing you need to know is that there are no bathrooms for Little girls on Eleadia. Not in this apartment either. I will diaper you so you can go pee-pee.”
All the air leaves my lungs. My lips tremble at the thought of using a diaper. I’ve read books where the Little uses diapers, but I’ve never thought about doing something like that myself.
Have I?
My heart races as I think about one of the latest stories I read. It was about a place called Regression Island. All the Littles on the island used diapers. If I’m honest with myself, the idea made me squirm, but there’s a big difference between finding something intriguing and titillating and actually doing it.
Papi waits patiently while I process his words.
When I’m able to speak, I ask, “Are you a Daddy Dom?”
He smiles. “Yes, Little one. It might not look quite like whatever you’ve learned on Earth, but all Eleadian men baby their Little girls.”
I lick my lips. “When you mentioned formula, did you mean you were going to give me a bottle?”
“Yes, Allisa. Thousands of bottles. Even after I introduce foods to you, you’ll still take bottles. I’ll enjoy holding you while you feed. It will be bonding for us.”
I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest. Bottles… Diapers… Am I okay with this? Does it even matter what I think?
When Papi presses against my tummy, I squirm. “Pee-pee, Papi.”
Papi keeps his hand on me while he reaches toward the nightstand. A moment later, he lifts my legs by the ankles, so my lower body rises off the mattress. He slides something under me.
I twist my head to see what it is.
“It’s just a pee pad, Baby girl. In case you have an accident while I’m changing you.”
My face heats. “I don’t have accidents, Papi. I’m a grown woman.”
He smiles indulgently. “By the time we reach Eleadia, you will have lost control of your bladder, Baby girl.” He says this matter-of-factly. “Some Little girls regain the ability to clench that muscle, and others don’t. It doesn’t matter because you’ll always be diapered either way.”