Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
My life is nothing like I expected. I will thank the heavens every day until I die that I jumped out of the limo and made a run for it. That decision brought me to Club Zoom and straight into the arms of my saviors. My Papis. My whole world.
Chapter Seventeen
Two weeks later…
Mercy
“Papi…” I whine as I jump up and down. “Stop stalling. You said we could go to the park after my bottle.”
Kafran chuckles as he grabs me around the waist and swings me up onto one of his hips. He reaches up to toy with the blue stone that dangles from my nipple, flicking it a few times before twisting the hoop through the tiny hole several times.
I bat at his hand to get him to stop tormenting me, but all that does is cause him to lift a brow and say, “Who’s in charge in this house?”
I sigh. “Not me,” I grumble.
“That’s right. And you get precariously close to getting your bottom spanked every time you jump up and down like that. How many times have we told you no jumping in the house?”
Shoulders drooping, I blow out a deflated breath. “I don’t know, Papi. A lot. I keep forgetting when I get excited.”
He smiles at me indulgently. “I like the enthusiasm you feel when it’s time to go to the park, Little one. It makes my heart happy to see you making friends and accepting your body.”
I hug his neck. He’s right. I have been getting used to the possibility that perhaps I’m not quite so fat. I’m a work in progress. I’m still the same girl. I’m still soft and chubby, but no one ever judges me, especially not my Papis. They stare at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the universe.
We go to the park often, and I’ve met other women like me. Not just chubby women but skinny ones, too. It seems like all the women have something about their physical appearance they aren’t fond of. For many, it’s the size of their boobs. For others, it’s their hair. Skin color, noses, lips, toes, nipples…
The list of attributes that women judge themselves about is long—and that’s taking into account that on this planet we’re all equals. Even though every one of us is diapered, and we wear nothing else except nipple rings, we all have physical characteristics that make us self-conscious.
I’m learning. Day by day. I’m perfect just the way I am. It’s a struggle, but I’ve reached a point where I can’t wait to go to the park and play with the other Little girls.
I’m lucky. My Papis have both gone back to work, but they work from home, and since I have two Papis, usually one of them can take a few hours off to take me to the park.
Their work is fascinating. I had no idea what they did for a living until they informed me it was time for them to return to a regular schedule. I felt rather self-centered for never asking, but they weren’t upset by that. They understood.
They work for the agriculture department. It’s interesting. Sometimes they let me sit on their laps and watch as they deal with massive spreadsheets that itemize the planet’s food sources. They work behind the scenes, making sure there’s enough water, dealing with irrigation and rainfall, soil efficiency, and so many more aspects of agriculture.
I had no idea such jobs existed, and maybe they don’t on Earth. Earth is a different society, a failing one I now realize. A world where most people only care about themselves instead of the good of society as a whole.
Things on Eleadia are more efficient. Every aspect of life here is more organized. All people have what they need. There is no money exchanged for goods or services. Instead they trade in a giant system that allows every household to acquire what they need in a fair and equal manner. No job is more important or valuable than another.
I’m finding myself deeply engrossed in this new world. I love learning more about it every day. My Papis are helping me learn things. There are giant holes in my education, and they’ve set up a small desk for me where I spend part of every day studying and learning new things. It makes me feel so good. Maybe someday I’ll be valuable enough to help them with their work.
But this morning I get to go to the park, which has me bouncing in Papi’s arms even though I’m no longer standing on the floor.
He chuckles as he carries me over to my stroller and lowers me into the seat. He immediately straps me in, pulling one restraint from each side and a third up between my legs. Finally, he attaches my wrists to cuffs that prevent me from lifting my arms.