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)
Nanish holds my gaze. “You know how females on Earth wear wedding rings as a symbol of their commitment to their husbands?”
I nod. Somehow I suspect he’s about to share something I’m not going to like. It’s in his tone.
Bamgin picks up where Nanish left off, “On Eleadia, Little girls wear nipple rings.” He pinches my swollen titty to punctuate his words.
I stare at him, shuddering. The thought of getting my nipples pierced makes me cringe.
Nanish speaks again. “We’re telling you this because you will see other Little girls while we’re out. We’ll probably pass other strollers and even the park. Plus other mates will be at the clinic in the waiting room. We don’t want you to be shocked when you see all the pretty stones.”
I swallow. Words escape me. They’re serious.
Bamgin lifts his hand from my boob to my cheek. “We’ve already chosen the perfect stones for you. Because there are two of us, and we both want to be represented, and since you have the prettiest red and yellow flecks in your eyes, we’ve decided on gozanite. It’s not a stone you’ve ever seen. It’s not available on Earth. But it comes in many colors, including red and yellow. Together they will look like the orange that dances in your eyes.”
If I could reach up and cover my boobies with my hands to protect them from this future painful process, I would. But my hands are pinned to my sides, and that’s probably for the best because if I did cover my titties, my Papis would undoubtedly spank them. They’ve reminded me of that fact several times. For them, it’s been six months since I last needed to be punished. For me it was two days ago. I can still feel the sting from their crop in my imagination. The burn. The way my nipples were swollen and throbbing.
“When you’re ready, Baby girl,” Nanish adds. “We let our Little girls decide when they want to get their titties pierced. The stones are already mounted for you on pretty little hoops.”
I’m too stunned to speak. On the one hand, it freaks me out to think they already selected stones to dangle from my nipples. On the other hand, at least they’ve indicated they won’t force me until I’m ready.
Bamgin leans in to kiss my forehead before standing and turning my stroller toward the door.
Anxiety creeps up on me. We’re leaving the house. People will see me. I’m a baby. I don’t even have full control over my body. I’m naked except for a diaper, which I can’t avoid using because I don’t have control over my bladder. Now, I have a new worry. Nipple piercings.
Bamgin stops the stroller before we reach the door.
Nanish squats in front of me, bends his head toward my chest, and sucks one of my titties without warning.
Suddenly I’m horny instead of frustrated, and then he pricks my nipple with his quill, letting the sharp needle-like torture linger for a few seconds.
I’m panting when he pulls back. Damn him. My anxiety ebbs. He’s controlling my emotions. He’s smelled my stress in the air because it somehow wafts off me, and he’s using that evil quill to manipulate me. I can’t even be angry because he injected me with a calming serum.
Nanish thumbs my offended bud several times before releasing it and standing. “Let’s go.”
My eyes are wide as I look around. I’ve been in the backyard twice, but this is the first time I’m seeing the street they live on. I was still asleep when they brought me home yesterday. I missed everything.
The colors are so vibrant. The sky is bluer than anything I’ve ever seen. Everything looks like it comes from a cartoon. It doesn’t seem real. It’s too perfect. Now I understand what they meant when they told me the air was more pure here. It really is. There are no sounds of traffic. No scent of fuel in the air.
There is a road next to us, though. “Do you have cars?” I ask.
Nanish is walking alongside my stroller. “We have efficient vehicles called cruisers. Solocruisers, duocruisers, triocruisers. Bamgin and I traded our personal cruisers in on a triocruiser since we are now a family of three.” He points toward the road.
I glance that way in time to see a vehicle pass us.
“That’s a solocruiser. It only holds one person. They’re similar to your electric golf carts on Earth. They make very little noise and have no exhaust.”
So many things to learn.
Nanish points the other direction. “There’s our local playground. A few Little girls are on the swings this morning.”
I see them as we get closer. Sure enough, both women have stones dangling from their nipples. The idea makes me shiver. I can’t wrap my head around it. I don’t want to.
I’m staring at my titties as the stroller comes to a stop, and Nanish opens a door in front of us. The next thing I know, we’re in a waiting room that looks similar to any waiting room for a doctor’s office on Earth. A pediatrician.