I kiss her again. “Your bottom will be wrapped in a soft absorbent cloth.”
“A diaper?” Her voice rises slightly, and she winces, but she doesn’t seem to panic. Her pulse is slightly elevated, but not as high as I expected.
“Yep.”
“How will I eat?”
“You’ll have a feeding tube.”
She stares at me as we continue to remove the braids. “And when we arrive home…? Will I be able to control my bladder again?” she asks softly.
I shrug nonchalantly. “Some Little girls regain bladder control. Some don’t. It doesn’t matter because you’ll still wear a diaper, Baby girl.”
Her breath hitches, and she stares down at the water for a while. “All your women wear diapers?”
“Yes, all of them.”
“So you really are a society of extremely dominant Daddies.”
“Yes.” I pause and lift her chin to meet my gaze again. “I will take care of you in every way from now on. It’s our custom. Eventually it will seem natural to you. I will have many rules for your safety because I never want anything to happen to you. Remember when I told you I would spank you and use timeouts?”
She nods slightly.
“I will do so as often as you need me to.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’tneedyou to spank me, Papi. That’s silly.” She’s taking this so well. She’s pondering my words, but she’s incredibly calm.
I smile. “You will, Little one. I suspect you’ll enjoy having your bottom spanked and crave it, which will lead you to do naughty things to get your fix.”
She gasps. “Why would I do that?”
I reach down and pinch one of her nipples.
She arches into my touch, giving me better access. Does she realize it?
“Because you like a bit of pain.” I draw in a dramatically deep breath.
She splashes me. “Stop sniffing my arousal.”
I chuckle and splash her back.
She glances over the edge of the basin. “You’re naked, and your cock is still hard.”
“I suspect it will be hard for several years if not forever.”
She giggles, covering her mouth. It’s musical, and my heart loosens. I love her deep in my soul already.
Chapter Seven
Sara
This entire scenario is surreal, and part of me thinks I’m dreaming. Surely I haven’t actually been chosen by a giant alien who intends to take me away from my home planet and turn me into his Little girl. Not justLittlebutinfantLittle.
But the longer I’m here, the more I’m starting to think this is really happening. After all, my pussy aches deliciously, so I’m confident he did penetrate me with his enormous cock.
I go into my head as I help him remove the braids. It takes us a while, and Papi lets out some of the water and refills it with warmer water three times. He’s so thoughtful.
He also keeps a hand on me at all times as if he fears I might actually fall over the edge and get hurt. It’s sweet and endearing.
