Page 24 of Their Little Anzerine
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
Skarg shakes his head. “No need to be sorry, Baby girl. We are your safe space. We want to know when something is bothering you so we can fix it.”
I find myself giggling in the dark.
“What’s so funny?” Kafran asks, his voice lighter.
“You can’t fixeverything that might be bothering me.”
“Sure we can,” Skarg says.
“What if I wanted to wear clothes and use a toilet and eat solid foods?” I taunt.
Skarg chuckles. “You have a valid point. We can’t change any of those things. Try to see it from our perspective, Baby girl. You are the center of our universe. We traveled over a year round trip to find you and make you ours. The bond we feel with you is so very strong that we instinctively want to protect you from any sort of harm.”
“He’s right,” Kafran continues, “That means pampering you in every way. We will always be overprotective because it would destroy us if anything bad happened to you. Our strict rules are meant to keep you safe. Feeding you ensures us that you’re getting enough to eat and keeps us from worrying about you possibly choking on something. Diapering you allows us tomonitor your output so we can be sure your bladder and bowels are functioning as they should.”
I sigh. I’ll never win this argument.
Skarg rubs my tummy. “Tomorrow is going to be a big day, Baby girl. You should try to get some sleep.”
I stiffen. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. They’ve told me what to expect. First we’re going to the clinic. We’ve been there twice already. I’m super clear by now what to expect at every visit. Either Chadka or Thabo thoroughly examines every inch of my body inside and out. They always put that rod in my bottom. They hold my legs open and inspect my pussy closely. They swab the inside of my pee-pee hole.
It’s so humiliating because I get aroused every time. I can’t seem to stop myself. I hate realizing that I’m going to get used to being so intimately inspected for the rest of my life. Eventually I’ll accept their odd practices and willingly part my thighs wide. Hell, I’ll probably learn to bend over, reach back, and hold my butt cheeks apart for them.
In my strange, new, upside-down world, visiting the doctor where someone is going to push their fingers into my bottom isn’t really high on my list of stressful events for tomorrow. The second thing on my Papis’ agenda is going to the park.
I don’t want to go to the park. I don’t want to meet other women. I don’t believe my Papis when they promise me that other Little girls will never dare make fun of me. Kafran and Skarg do not understand the human mind.
I don’t want people to stare at me. I don’t want them to see my breasts. I don’t want them to laugh at me behind my back. It was hard enough living on Earth where I could at least hide my chubby body under baggy clothes and let my hair fall around my face.
That doesn’t happen here. One of my Papis braids my hair in two long strands down my back every day, keeping me fromusing it as a curtain. And, of course, they don’t allow me to cover my chest or tummy. I’m not as uncomfortable when it’s just the three of us at home, but I get panicky when they take me out of the house.
I want to tell them not to take me to the park, but I’m afraid they won’t listen to me. They’re adamant that I need to make friends.
Ha. Friends. I’ve never had friends. I don’t even know how to talk to other women. The only woman who was ever kind to me after my mother died was my grandmother, and she’s been gone a long time.
Fun fact. Even though I’m now under the care of two men who feed me exactly the right amount of formula for my body type—according to the doctors—I’m still chubby. I had thought maybe I would lose at least some weight under the strict formula diet I’ve been consuming for six months. But no.
“Sleep, Little one,” Kafran encourages again, stroking my thigh.
I pop my pacifier back into my mouth and try to obey him, but my mind wanders to the third stop on tomorrow’s hellish list. The jeweler. His name is Ekert. His Little girl is Sophie. Apparently Sophie has amazing skills with stones, and she has already selected some for me to look at.
My Papis have chosen some kind of stone called anzerine. It’s not a gem found on Earth, so I don’t know what to expect, but they’ve told me not to worry. I will love it.
It doesn’t matter if I like the stones or not. What I’m certain I do not like is the idea of having the gems hanging from my nipples. Drawing more attention to my large areolas. I don’t need to draw even more attention to them.
I’ve seen other women from a distance. We pass the park on our way to the clinic. Every one of them has pierced nipples. I’mnot ready for that step, and my Papis have told me they won’t force me. I’ll get my piercings when I’m ready.
That doesn’t mean they aren’t going to make me go look at the stones tomorrow. The idea freaks me out.
“Mercy…” Skarg uses his warning tone this time. “You’re fretting. We can tell when you’re stressed because you fidget and sigh a lot.”
I pull the pacifier back out. “Sorry, Papi. I can’t help it.”
He rubs my tummy again. “Tell us what’s bothering you.”
“It won’t make any difference, Papi.”
