I fist my hands in my lap. I don’t know about Melanie’s pussy, but mine is hot and swollen and needy. What’s with these men and their demands that their Little girls not touch themselves?
She slowly meets my gaze. Her cheeks are flushed. “I got a, uh, new piercing. Papi is being very cautious about it.” Her voice is soft.
“Oh.” I blink for a moment, thinking. Then I glance at her diaper. Oh. My heart races. Not just nipples around here. “Does it hurt?” That sounds very painful.
She shakes her head. “No. I mean maybe it would if, well, I mean if Papi didn’t you know…” She drags in a breath. “If he left it alone.”
Oh. The number of ohs I keep thinking are giving me whiplash.
I’m not breathing again. If I do, I might come. Right here. Right now. This woman in front of me—Little girl—has a pierced clit that her Papi keeps licking and pricking with his quill. My brain is swimming. I almost feel as though I’m the one with the piercing. That’s how swollen and needy my clit is now.
Forget nipples. Her clit? I assume it’s her clit. I guess it could be lower, but her clit is most likely. I’ve never known anyone with a pierced clit.
“Doesn’t it itch?” I blurt out, not filtering. Granted, obviously she doesn’t mind, or she wouldn’t have told me about it in the first place.
She shakes her head again. “It tingles. It’s maddening. It keeps me aroused. That’s why I keep touching my diaper, and Papi doesn’t allow it.”
Jeikin stands from behind the desk. “Priax, you can bring Melanie back now. Chadka is ready for you.”
Melanie releases her hands to give me a little wave. “Nice meeting you. Hopefully I’ll see you at the park soon.”
“You too.” I manage to wave back.
As I watch them walk away, it dawns on me that the reason all these Little girls are brought into the clinic is not because they’re sick. I bet that piercing isn’t infected. Sure, maybe sometimes people get sick or injured, but the doctor’s visits are part of their way of life.
I’m trembling. My mind wanders back to when Papi first checked me out the day we met, and Surgient joined him. Having someone else watch me spread open and naked, every inch of me exposed and examined had been…
I get aroused again now at the memory.
And then another thought filters in. It’s my Papi who sees half of these patients. He’s the one who touches their naked bodies and arouses them. How clinical is that for him? I know for doctors on Earth, it’s very clinical. But this isn’t Earth. Does my Papi get aroused from making other Little girls come in his office?
I’m certain he touches them intimately and brings them to orgasm. Or he at least watches while their own Papis do so.
I think I’m jealous. And concerned. What if he finds another Little girl he likes better? I’m being so obstinate that he’s eventually going to grow tired of me and decide I’m not worth it.
My heart hurts. I don’t want that. I reach up with both hands and wrap them around a ball that reminds me of a stress-relief ball on Earth. I’m certainly stressed, but also, I’m determined to get my damn strength back so I can win my Papi back into my good graces.