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“Bit of a headache. Ford gave her something for the pain, but I was thinking maybe her Uncle Eli might have a fresh bottle we could snag. Dr. Ford said plenty of fluids.”

“And ice cream!” I remind him.

“Yes, and ice cream. But after your bottle.”

“Fine.” I drag the word out into multiple syllables, earning me a glare from Eli and a laugh from Dane.

“You’re definitely feeling better if you’re getting sassy with me,” Dane says with mock sternness as he takes a bottle from his brother.

“Maybe a little.” The truth is, I’m actually feeling lots better already, but I’m not about to let on how well the medicine worked. Maybe if I can drag this out, they’ll decide on their own that it’s ludicrous to give grown-ass women suppositories instead of normal pills.

Upstairs in my nursery, Dane settles in the oversized glider with me on his lap. Kicking off with his foot, he rocks us gently as he cradles me in his arms and brings the bottle to my lips.

“Do you think you can hold your bottle on your own for a bit, little fox?”

Rolling my eyes, I lift my hands to grip the bottle. Again, a memory of something tickles at the back of my mind, but I can’t quite grasp it. And I’m soon distracted from the elusive memory by the sound of my diaper being undone and the cool rush of air over my privates.

“You were so good for Uncle Ford,” Dane croons as he swipes a finger between my pussy lips, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through me. “I’m so very proud of my little fox. Keep drinking your bottle, baby, and let Daddy show you how proud he is of you.”

I inhale sharply, sucking more of the sweet milk into my mouth as he slides a finger inside me. Need coils inside me, a live wire about to snap as he slowly works his finger in and out of my aching pussy. Gripping my bottle even tighter, I arch up, my body desperately seeking the relief only he can give.

“That’s my good little baby. Come for Daddy, my sweet little fox. Let me feel your little cunt squeezing my fingers.”

I’m helpless to do anything but obey as that coil inside me snaps, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I gasp around the nipple of the bottle, but don’t stop drinking as he continues to play with my pussy, teasing every last ounce of pleasure from my body.

“My good little girl. Finish your bottle, baby, and then we’ll go round up your cousins for ice cream.”

Cradled in his arms, with my body still buzzing from a delicious orgasm, it’s hard to remember that I’m a prisoner here. But I can’t let myself forget.

No matter how much he spoils me, I’m still his captive. And one way or another, I will escape.

CHAPTER 20

VANESSA

It’s been a week since my switching in the woods, and I still haven’t found a way to escape. A week of spankings and soap and having my mouth and bottom used on a regular basis for his pleasure.

Not my vagina, though. Every day he continues to remind me that I have to earn Daddy’s cock in my “needy little pussy”, which doesn't seem like it’s going to happen anytime soon considering I can’t go more than a few hours without getting in some kind of trouble.

I try to convince myself I don’t care, but my lies are becoming less and less convincing as time goes on.

So far today, though, I’ve actually managed to avoid getting into any kind of trouble. Which is something of a record for me, considering it’s almost dinnertime.

The only thing more shocking than the fact that I’ve managed to stay out of trouble all day is the fact that I’m… actually, kind of, maybe enjoying myself. Spending time with my bestie and her new friends is actually kind of nice—if I ignore all the diapers and bottles and such.

Even with all that, we've had fun. I can’t deny that there’s something really freeing about pretending to be a Little girl all day, running around, playing pretend, climbing all over the swing set outside. There’s absolutely no way I can live like this forever, but maybe it’s not so bad if I enjoy myself while I’m stuck here.

“All right, little girls.” Gray’s voice draws our attention to the doorway, where our “Auntie” is rubbing her hands together and grinning down at us. “Who’s ready for movie night?”

The air erupts in loud screams as my compatriots jump to their feet and rush to surround Gray, jumping up and down as she laughs.

“You know the drill,” she says, raising her voice to be heard over the cacophony of Little girl excitement. “Everyone go grab some blankets and meet me in my room. Go!”

With more happy shrieks, they all race for the stairs, slowing only when Gray yells for them to do so. Shaking her head, Gray looks over at me, one dark brow rising. “You don’t want to join us, little one?”

“I might if I had any idea what was going on.”

Gray’s grin widens even further. “Movie night. Every couple of weeks, the Littles and I build a giant blanket fort in my room, and Uncle Eli brings us dinner and snacks, and we watch movies until everyone falls asleep.”