Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I suck eagerly, suddenly ravenous. I’m starting to crave the bottles. My tummy grumbles when it’s been a while since I had one. I wonder how long he intends for me to take mostly bottles? Will I get tired of the taste?
My eyes drift several times, but Daddy jiggles the nipple in my mouth and encourages me to finish all of it. When I’m done, he lets me have my pacifier, and I fall asleep wrapped in his arms, the luckiest Little girl in the world.
Chapter Thirteen
Two weeks later…
“There it is!” I shout as the island slowly comes into view. We’re on the top deck of the ferry, and I’m bouncing on my feet as we approach. I’m so excited I can’t contain myself.
Daddy put a harness on me within minutes of us getting on the ferry. I kept straying too close to the edge, which made him irrationally nervous, so he strapped me into this nylon device that cinches tight against my pussy and across my breasts every time I tug too hard.
I keep tugging because I secretly like the feeling. For one thing, I get aroused every time it pulls tight against my diaper and rubs my nipples. For another thing, the idea of him keeping me restrained and under his control makes my knees weak.
“It sure is, Little one.” He reins me back between his legs and wraps an arm around my waist. His hand flattens on my tummy, and he strokes the underside of my breast with his thumb, making me squirm.
“Daddy…”
He chuckles and kisses my neck. “I love it when you’re flushed.”
“It’s probably from the sun and the breeze,” I tell him, trying to sound serious.
He laughs again and slides his hand up to cup my breast and thumb my nipple. “Is that so?”
I glance around. “Daddy… Someone might be watching.”
“Mmm. I’m pretty sure every other Little on this ferry is preoccupied with her own Daddy. No one is paying attention to you.”
He might be right. Some of the Littles on the ferry look nervous and uncomfortable. Daddy told me some of the Littles on their way to the island for their first time or for vacation at Littleworld might be wearing the required revealing outfits for the first time.
I’m not. Daddy spent the last two weeks gradually introducing me to everything I would face on the island so I wouldn’t be so startled. I’ve worn nothing but diapers and T-shirts for a week, except when we have to leave the house of course.
I’ve also grown accustomed to a strictly formula diet. Daddy says eventually he will graduate me to soft food and then solids but not for a while.
I have not been in a bathroom alone since I moved into Daddy’s house two weeks ago. Even though we went to my parents’ house two more times to visit, I did not use the bathroom in their home. I waited until we got back in the car to use the discreet pullup Daddy had put me in just in case I couldn’t hold it.
I’m kind of addicted to my pacifier. I use it more often than Daddy would prefer because it soothes me, which is its job. I’ve learned that it’s easier to use it less often if it’s attached to my shirt so that I know I can grab it if I need to.
I’ve never been outside wearing anything that so blatantly declares my age-play preference, but I’m not concerned because nearly everyone on the ferry looks just like me. Most of the girls even have pigtails like mine. Daddy says the few Littles who are not dressed in diapers and T-shirts will change the moment we arrive.
The one thing I’m not mentally prepared for is the trip to the doctor I know Daddy scheduled for as soon as we get off the ferry. I’m not super fond of doctors, and I can’t begin to imagine what to expect from a doctor who caters to age play.
The island grows closer, and Daddy holds me tighter, still stroking my breast discretely. When I push on his hand and squirm, he whispers, “No one would have any idea I’m touching my sweet Baby girl’s pretty titties if you didn’t draw attention to the fact. Stand still, Little one.”
I try to obey, but I’m panting as I focus on the island as it grows larger and larger. I’m so excited I could almost jump off the side of the ferry and swim the rest of the way. Good thing Daddy has a harness on me.
Finally we arrive, and we head for the exit with everyone else. It’s crowded, but we’re in no hurry. At least I’m in no hurry. Maybe we’ll be late and miss my appointment.
When we step off the ferry, Daddy talks to someone about having our luggage delivered to our rental home. We have a lot with us since we’re here to stay. Daddy brought nearly everything he’d purchased for my nursery on the mainland so my new room here will seem almost identical.