Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Would you like to walk along the street for a while and see all the shops, Baby girl? Or would you rather go home now?”
“Home, Daddy.”
He smiles. “That’s probably a good idea. You need another bottle and a nap soon.”
I’ve had two bottles so far. I’m so glad I don’t have to worry about the taste of the formula anymore. It’s good, and even though Daddy doesn’t fully understand my eating habits, the truth is, I’d much rather live off of a tasty protein drink than ever have to chew and swallow food again. I’m not fond of eating.
I look around as we stroll back toward the golf cart. This place is surreal. I understood the concept, but seeing it is entirely different. Watching all these people go about their lives in deeply regressed age-play relationships doesn’t seem real. How are there this many people on Earth who enjoy this level of age play? It’s both stunning and heartwarming.
Even with my tight tank top, I feel oddly as though I’m where I belong. No one is staring at me. I’m just another Little girl walking down the sidewalk in a town where my attire is the norm.
When we reach the golf cart, Daddy sets the diaper bag down, opens it, and pulls out the tube of ointment again. “Hold your shirt up high for me, Baby girl.”
I draw in a sharp breath, and my hands shake as I slowly lift my shirt, exposing my small breasts. I stay very still next to the golf cart as Daddy puts more of the stimulant on my titties. He takes his time, switching back and forth, rubbing the ointment in until I’m panting with need and my knees are weak.
He leans forward to blow on them next as if the stimulant needs to dry. Maybe it does, but the air from his mouth makes me whimper. My nipples grow even harder.
I don’t dare lower my shirt without permission, nor do I look around to see if anyone is watching me. When Daddy is finished cleaning off his fingers on a wipe, he grabs me by the hips and lifts me off my feet to swing me up into my car seat.
I’m relieved when he lowers my shirt before pulling my arms through the restraint system and cinching it tight around me. The straps resting over my titties are more prominent than earlier. The ride home is going to be intense.
Chapter Twelve
When we get to Daddy’s house, I’m excited. It’s so cute. All the homes on this street are distinct and charming. I feel like I’ve stepped onto a movie set. The yards are well-manicured. The trees are swaying in the breeze. I notice that the temperature is perfect, and Daddy told me it’s like this year-round. It’s heaven.
He lets me in the front door, and I’m taken aback by the interior. It’s like a quaint cabin in the woods. It’s the sort of place one would rent for a weekend. I can’t believe Daddy lives here all the time when he’s not on the mainland.
Besides the inviting, warm colors of the adult furnishings, there’s a playpen on one side of the living room filled with colorful toys and books. I wander closer to it and look over the side.
Daddy swoops me off my feet from behind, cradles me in his arms, and tickles me. “You can explore later, Baby girl. You need to eat and take a nap first.”
I’m more content than I’ve ever been as he grabs a bottle from the fridge, heats it, and settles in a giant recliner to feed me. I like it better when he feeds me than when I feed myself. I had to take my own bottle the first time this morning in the car, but he held the second one with me on his lap on the ferry.
I hold his gaze and snuggle in close to him, loving the intimacy. I don’t even balk at finishing the entire bottle, though I’m sad when it’s gone because that means he’s going to put me down for a nap.
I’m tired from everything I’ve experienced today on top of the fact that I didn’t sleep well last night, but I perk up when we enter the nursery.
Daddy told me there would be a nursery, but I wasn’t fully prepared for how accurate that description is. The room has everything a real nursery would have, but it’s all sized for an adult.
Daddy lowers me onto the mattress in the crib and pulls my shirt over my head. “I bet you’ll rest better without your shirt on.” He helps me lie down and drapes a soft white blanket over me. “Do you want a stuffed animal to join you, Baby girl?”
“Yes, please, Daddy. I have some of my favorites in my suitcase.” I saw my luggage sitting just inside the front door when we entered. It must have been delivered while we were still in town.