My voice is raspy and soft, but I can speak. I can’t control my movements or walk, but I can wiggle my fingers and toes. I can also grip things.
“All Little girls see the doctor soon after arrival, Little one. You’ll visit the clinic frequently. It’s our custom. We don’t like to take risks with our mates’ health.”
“But I’m fine,” I argue. I can’t stop Nanish from buckling me into the adult-sized stroller. Nor can I stop Bamgin from lecturing me. I’ll never be able to physically prevent anything they desire from happening. Even though I’m tall and strong—or I used to be—for a human, I’m like a toddler next to these two men. Literally.
I vaguely grasped that my life was going to be drastically different when I arrived here, but I wasn’t emotionally preparedto be their Baby. I wasn’t expecting a full nursery, a playpen, infinite bottles, a stroller, a changing table, and diapers for the rest of my life. Most of that they told me before we left Earth, but I was so overwhelmed at the time that I didn’t fully internalize the details.
Bamgin squats down next to me, his brows furrowed with that look I’m learning means I’m about to be lectured. “We’ll let the doctor decide if you’re fine. He needs to examine your knee to make sure it healed properly. He needs to assess your strength, too. And since you have your speech so early after our arrival, we’ll discuss what disciplinary measures he recommends for a naughty Little girl who thinks she knows better than her Papis about her health.”
I look down at my knee. I can barely see the thin lines from where Dankin operated. I feel no pain. My legs look identical. My Papis did all kinds of exercises to me while we were traveling. It would have been like physical therapy for someone in a coma.
I push out my bottom lip in a pout. “I don’t need you to discipline me. I’m a grown adult.” I know my arguments are futile. On top of that, every time they mention spanking me, I get aroused. It happened before we left Earth, and it’s even stronger now.
Nanish lifts a brow as he presses his palm against the front of my diaper. “I think our Little girl intends to whine and pout and misbehave because she gets horny even from the mention of potential punishments.”
Bamgin inhales deeply. “I agree. We haven’t even pierced her skin today, and her arousal is so strong it’s filling the entire house.” He reaches out to stroke one of my nipples.
Somehow I manage to swat at his hand, trying to escape his touch if for no other reason than because it’s embarrassing how easily I get aroused.
Without a word, my two Papis each take one of my hands and draw them down to my sides. In seconds, my wrists are restrained to the seat of my stroller at my hips.
The act of securing me makes me start panting, and my pussy floods my diaper when both Papis toy with my nipples.
“We should warn her before we head to the clinic,” Bamgin says.
I glance from him to Nanish and back. “Warn me about what?” I whimper. It’s hard to focus with their fingers flicking and pinching my titties.
They slide their hands down to cup my breasts simultaneously, making me aware of the fact that my boobs are bigger and softer than they were before I spent six months in stasis. All of me is softer. I’m not sure I like it. I’m glad I’m regaining my strength faster than expected. I hope I’m able to work out and get back in shape soon.
When I remember they told me they don’t have basketball on this planet, I shudder. I can’t wrap my head around that, and I refuse. They’re going to have to get basketball. That’s all there is to it. But I don’t want to have that argument right now. I’m saving it. I have a lot of hurdles to jump before that one comes up on the short list.
Nanish holds my gaze. “You know how females on Earth wear wedding rings as a symbol of their commitment to their husbands?”
I nod. Somehow I suspect he’s about to share something I’m not going to like. It’s in his tone.
Bamgin picks up where Nanish left off, “On Eleadia, Little girls wear nipple rings.” He pinches my swollen titty to punctuate his words.
I stare at him, shuddering. The thought of getting my nipples pierced makes me cringe.
Nanish speaks again. “We’re telling you this because you will see other Little girls while we’re out. We’ll probably pass other strollers and even the park. Plus other mates will be at the clinic in the waiting room. We don’t want you to be shocked when you see all the pretty stones.”
I swallow. Words escape me. They’re serious.
Bamgin lifts his hand from my boob to my cheek. “We’ve already chosen the perfect stones for you. Because there are two of us, and we both want to be represented, and since you have the prettiest red and yellow flecks in your eyes, we’ve decided on gozanite. It’s not a stone you’ve ever seen. It’s not available on Earth. But it comes in many colors, including red and yellow. Together they will look like the orange that dances in your eyes.”
If I could reach up and cover my boobies with my hands to protect them from this future painful process, I would. But my hands are pinned to my sides, and that’s probably for the best because if I did cover my titties, my Papis would undoubtedly spank them. They’ve reminded me of that fact several times. For them, it’s been six months since I last needed to be punished. For me it was two days ago. I can still feel the sting from their crop in my imagination. The burn. The way my nipples were swollen and throbbing.
“When you’re ready, Baby girl,” Nanish adds. “We let our Little girls decide when they want to get their titties pierced. The stones are already mounted for you on pretty little hoops.”
I’m too stunned to speak. On the one hand, it freaks me out to think they already selected stones to dangle from my nipples. On the other hand, at least they’ve indicated they won’t force me until I’m ready.
Bamgin leans in to kiss my forehead before standing and turning my stroller toward the door.
Anxiety creeps up on me. We’re leaving the house. People will see me. I’m a baby. I don’t even have full control over mybody. I’m naked except for a diaper, which I can’t avoid using because I don’t have control over my bladder. Now, I have a new worry. Nipple piercings.
Bamgin stops the stroller before we reach the door.
Nanish squats in front of me, bends his head toward my chest, and sucks one of my titties without warning.
