Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Okay.” My voice is tiny.
“Will you try this for me, Little bunny?”
I nod. “Can I do it alone please?”
“Of course. Call me back before you take it off, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” I’m embarrassed, but I’ll do it. I have to. Otherwise, how will I know?
I end the call, set the phone aside, and lie back so I can lift my hips up and tuck the diaper under me. I pull it between my legs and fasten it at my hips. I probably don’t do as good a job as a Daddy would do, but it’s okay.
It’s awkward. My legs are forced apart. In fact, the most comfortable way to lie is to let my knees remain bent and wide open. My nightgown is up around my tummy, and I leave it there.
I snag Cottontail and pull her against my chest. I close my eyes and take deep breaths. The world isn’t going to end just because I use a diaper. It’s a perfectly legit fetish. Lots of people do it. Far more than would ever admit it.
No one is judging me. No one but Elijah will ever know. It’s an experiment. A reasonable one. He’s done a great job of guiding me without making me over-commit or panic.
I really have to pee, and I inhale slowly several times, willing my bladder to relax. It’s hard after years of ingrained training not to release my urine unless I’m sitting on the toilet.
Finally, it all flows out. I fill the diaper to bulging. My heart is racing, but the world didn’t come to an end. I’m fine. Kind of relieved actually. The sun is still shining. The earth is still spinning. I’m still me. The only difference is I feel Littler than usual.
I’m kind of relaxed though. It’s not bad. I wonder if Littles on the island like the fact that they never have to worry about finding a bathroom or stopping what they’re doing to go potty.
I’m so relaxed that I’m startled when the phone rings. I slap my palm on the mattress next to me and feel around until I find it. When I lift it, I see it’s Elijah. Of course.
I answer. “Hi.”
“I was worried. You didn’t call back.”
“How long has it been?”
“Thirty minutes.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“Are you okay?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir. I did what you said, and the world didn’t come to an end.”
He chuckles. “See? How do you feel?”
“Kind of free actually.”
His smile grows. “See? Sometimes Daddies know things. Are you willing to try a few more things for me, Little bunny?”
“I guess.” I didn’t look too hard in the box. I was afraid of what I might find. I simply grabbed the diaper and blocked the rest of the items out.
“Good. First, you can change your diaper. Put a fresh one on and then find one of the bottles in the box. There should be several. They are premixed. All you need to do is add water and shake. It’s best if you use warm water. It’s better for your tummy than cold drinks.”
I draw in a deep breath. A bottle… This too will not kill me or signify the end of the world. I can do it. It’s for a good reason. I understand what Elijah is trying to do. He’s letting me acclimate so I’ll be less panicked when I arrive on the island.
When? Since when did I think in terms of when instead of if?
“After you prepare the bottle, climb back into bed, prop yourself up, and drink it. All of it. It’s got the right balance of nutrition for a Little girl your size. I don’t want you to leave it partly full. Understood?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“When it’s all gone, snuggle back under the covers and let yourself relax. You haven’t been sleeping well for weeks. If you fall back asleep, that’s fine. You need the rest. Do not get up to go potty. Use the diaper when you need to, okay?”
“I think so,” I murmur. It’s a lot.
“You can do it, Little bunny. Now, there are a few more things in that box. Find the binky and put it next to your pillow. After your bottle, if you still feel like suckling, you can pop it into your mouth. I guarantee it will help you self-soothe.”
I shudder. A binky. Am I ready for all this? Only one way to find out.
“Okay, Sir. I’ll do it.”
“Good girl. I won’t bother you. Call me later when you feel like it. But, I’d like you to follow a few rules.”
“What rules?” I ask skeptically.
“Don’t touch yourself without permission. Keep those naughty little fingers away from your titties and your pussy. If you get desperate, you ask me before you pleasure yourself.”
My face heats. I’m certain I can obey that rule. After all, last night I touched myself for the first time in twenty-five years. Surely I haven’t turned into a nympho in twelve hours.