Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Two weeks later…
Mercy
“Papi…” I whine as I jump up and down. “Stop stalling. You said we could go to the park after my bottle.”
Kafran chuckles as he grabs me around the waist and swings me up onto one of his hips. He reaches up to toy with the blue stone that dangles from my nipple, flicking it a few times before twisting the hoop through the tiny hole several times.
I bat at his hand to get him to stop tormenting me, but all that does is cause him to lift a brow and say, “Who’s in charge in this house?”
I sigh. “Not me,” I grumble.
“That’s right. And you get precariously close to getting your bottom spanked every time you jump up and down like that. How many times have we told you no jumping in the house?”
Shoulders drooping, I blow out a deflated breath. “I don’t know, Papi. A lot. I keep forgetting when I get excited.”
He smiles at me indulgently. “I like the enthusiasm you feel when it’s time to go to the park, Little one. It makes my heart happy to see you making friends and accepting your body.”
I hug his neck. He’s right. I have been getting used to the possibility that perhaps I’m not quite so fat.
I’m a work in progress. I’m still the same girl.
I’m still soft and chubby, but no one ever judges me, especially not my Papis.
They stare at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the universe.
We go to the park often, and I’ve met other women like me.
Not just chubby women but skinny ones, too.
It seems like all the women have something about their physical appearance they aren’t fond of.
For many, it’s the size of their boobs. For others, it’s their hair. Skin color, noses, lips, toes, nipples…
The list of attributes that women judge themselves about is long—and that’s taking into account that on this planet we’re all equals. Even though every one of us is diapered, and we wear nothing else except nipple rings, we all have physical characteristics that make us self-conscious.
I’m learning. Day by day. I’m perfect just the way I am. It’s a struggle, but I’ve reached a point where I can’t wait to go to the park and play with the other Little girls.
I’m lucky. My Papis have both gone back to work, but they work from home, and since I have two Papis, usually one of them can take a few hours off to take me to the park.
Their work is fascinating. I had no idea what they did for a living until they informed me it was time for them to return to a regular schedule. I felt rather self-centered for never asking, but they weren’t upset by that. They understood.
They work for the agriculture department.
It’s interesting. Sometimes they let me sit on their laps and watch as they deal with massive spreadsheets that itemize the planet’s food sources.
They work behind the scenes, making sure there’s enough water, dealing with irrigation and rainfall, soil efficiency, and so many more aspects of agriculture.
I had no idea such jobs existed, and maybe they don’t on Earth. Earth is a different society, a failing one I now realize. A world where most people only care about themselves instead of the good of society as a whole.
Things on Eleadia are more efficient. Every aspect of life here is more organized.
All people have what they need. There is no money exchanged for goods or services.
Instead they trade in a giant system that allows every household to acquire what they need in a fair and equal manner.
No job is more important or valuable than another.
I’m finding myself deeply engrossed in this new world.
I love learning more about it every day.
My Papis are helping me learn things. There are giant holes in my education, and they’ve set up a small desk for me where I spend part of every day studying and learning new things.
It makes me feel so good. Maybe someday I’ll be valuable enough to help them with their work.
But this morning I get to go to the park, which has me bouncing in Papi’s arms even though I’m no longer standing on the floor.
He chuckles as he carries me over to my stroller and lowers me into the seat. He immediately straps me in, pulling one restraint from each side and a third up between my legs. Finally, he attaches my wrists to cuffs that prevent me from lifting my arms.
“Papi…” I complain.
He smiles and kisses my nose. “I don’t want you touching your nipples while I push the stroller, naughty girl.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He simply grins and rounds to the other side. “You sure won’t. I just made certain of it.”
“Papi…” I roll my eyes, grateful he can’t see the sass in my expression. I need to behave so he doesn’t change his mind and decide he won’t take me to the park.
As he pushes me out the front door and down the sidewalk, I realize why he likes to cuff my wrists in my stroller.
The restraints make me horny. The fact that my chest is even more exposed contributes to that arousal.
By the time we get to the park, I’m squirming in my seat.
My nipples are extra hard and thick. My pussy is wet.
Papi smirks as he releases me. He knows what he did. He can scent it. I’m not certain if other Papis can also scent my arousal, but it doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t affect them like it does mine.
However, I know for sure the other women can’t smell my essence leaking out of me.
Humans do not have senses quite that keenly aware of smells.
They won’t specifically know where my mind is.
On the other hand, there’s a solid chance all of them are suffering from a similar plight because it would seem Eleadian men like to keep their mates horny.
They let us play. We can even run and skip in the grassy areas at the park. But every once in a while a Papi wanders over to kiss his Little girl, and he never misses an opportunity to finger her nipple rings and remind her who she belongs to.
As if we need reminding.
When Papi sets me on my feet and releases me to go join my new friends, I look back over my shoulder to find him smiling.
No, I don’t need reminding. I’m well aware that I’m his Little girl. His and Skarg’s. I’m theirs in a way I would never be able to explain to another human. But the women living on this planet all know. They feel the same connection to their own Papis.
I’m loved deeply. I’m coddled and treated like a Baby, but it’s growing on me. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything in the universe.
The best part of all is that I haven’t had a single nightmare since the day my Papis fully claimed me. Making love to me kicked my ugly past out of my head enough that I can sleep without waking up screaming.
I’m also no longer stuck in a funnel cloud. My feet are planted firmly on Eleadian grass as I jog toward my new friends. My head is clear. There’s a smile on my face. I’m truly happy.