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“You know where it is.” He pointed toward the room where she’d bandaged him up the day before.

Somehow she found the strength to push to her feet and saunter to the restroom, making sure to sway her hips as she walked, giving him something to look at because she knew he was looking.

She’d just pulled down her skirt and panties and sat down on the toilet seat when he burst through the door. With a gasp, she tried to cover herself from his view. “Why… what are you doing?”

“You’re four,” he grunted, by way of explanation. “You need your Daddy to help you.”

She didn’t. She really didn’t. Her cheeks flamed and she shook her head adamantly. “I don’t need help.”

He ignored her, charging forward, and knelt on the floor in front of her, on one bended knee. She rolled her eyes at the images it provoked.

“I can’t… go with you right here.” Her voice came out in a choked whisper.

“You have to. Because if you don’t go potty, we can’t go do any of the fun things Daddy wants to show you.” His face softened and his voice lowered an octave as he leaned closer. “Do you feel four right now, little Lizzie?”

Relieved that he was finally getting it, she shook her head, expecting him to relent and leave her to pee in peace. That didn’t happen. His breath tickled her ear as he leaned even closer.

“That’s why Daddy is trying to help you. This is just a small part of letting Daddy take control, so you can be free to be your Little self. Isn’t that what you want, sweetheart?”

Well when he put it that way… how could she argue?

“Just go potty. Remember you’re just a Little girl who needs your Daddy’s help.”

Eyes wide, she shook her head. He didn’t understand what he was asking.

His eyes searched her face, until finally he relented. “Okay, little one. I’m going to go stand by the door while you do your business. But I will be back to help you wipe and pull up your skirt and panties, understand?”

She heaved a relieved sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”

As soon as he was across the room, looking in the mirror instead of directly at her, she looked down, her bladder relaxed and she filled the bowl beneath her with a steady stream. When she finished and looked up again, he was coming toward her.

“Good girl,” he praised.

The two simple words warmed her from the inside out, and when he knelt beside her, ripping off a length of toilet paper to help her wipe, she didn’t panic. She even stayed calm when Daddy pushed her legs apart and reached between them, wiping her pussy with the soft paper before dropping it into the bowl. Then he helped her stand and pulled her soaked panties up her thighs and over her hips and buttoned her denim skirt snuggly around her waist, tucking her pink T-shirt into it.

“I wore pink, like you said, Daddy,” she whispered, suddenly shy.

“I see that. You look very cute. And you did a very good job doing as Daddy asked.”

“Thank you. It’s not very Little. But it was the Littlest thing I had.”

“It’s perfect, but if you want something that will make you feel Littler, there are several gift shops here we could go to and probably find something.”

She weighed her options as he took her hands and walked her up to the massive sink, pumping soap out of a pearlescent pink dispenser and into her cupped hands. She liked the idea of looking more the part but not the idea of wasting even a small portion of her day shopping for clothes. “No thank you,” she answered as Ace wiped her hands dry with a fluffy hand towel.

“As you wish,” he responded, quoting a line from her favorite movie. “Come on, little one, let’s go find some food.”

Eating sounded like another way to waste time she didn’t have to waste, but she was pretty sure Daddy wouldn’t like that argument. Not to mention, her tummy growling as they walked out the door would have made it pretty ineffective.

Chapter 6

Lizzie

They’d eaten lunch at Daddy’s Bar and Grill, aka King’s bar, and while it was probably the only place inside Utopia that wasn’t inherently Little-geared, it had been nice to see everyone again. Well, it had been nice to see King, Bear, and Axel. The rest of the guys were working security around the massive resort.

It felt weird at first, being there dressed in almost-Little clothing with Ace as her Daddy, but the men had taken it in stride, with a few good-natured elbow jabs thrown in Ace’s direction. Axel had scooped her from her seat into a giant hug that lifted her off her feet and welcomed her to Utopia. Her burger, onion rings and chocolate shake had been as good as any offered in a five-star restaurant, and by the time they left, her tummy was full, she was feeling more relaxed and almost Little, and she was ready to explore and maybe even make new friends.

“What are we gonna do, Daddy?” she exclaimed, bouncing on her heels as they walked down a massive pink hallway.