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Eloise’s Daddies
LITTLEWORLD, BOOK SEVENTEEN
PAIGE MICHAELS
Copyright © 2023 by Paige Michaels
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. And resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
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Contents
Newsletter
About the Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Author’s Note
About the Author
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About the Book
Littleworld is an amazing vacation spot on an island reserved strictly for age play. Visitors can indulge in deeper regression without fear of being judged. In fact, it’s mandatory and addictive. Some guests find themselves unwilling to leave the island…
Eloise is the luckiest Little in the world. She has not one but two Daddies who dote on her and are willing to hand her the sun if she asks. But being loved is new to her. It’s hard for her to trust that it can last. Now that she has her GED, she has options. But will her Daddies mind if she spreads her wings?
Rhodes and Tiago have never been happier, and they are excited to show Eloise the world, starting with the beach and all the parks at Littleworld. She’s grown so much in the past few months, coming into herself and figuring out what kinks she enjoys. It’s a pleasure watching her embrace life.
But something is bothering Eloise, and she’s not ready to discuss it. All her Daddies can do is smother her with love and hope that when she finally confides in them, they can easily fix whatever is upsetting her.
The books in this series include thorough medical examinations as well as strong elements of age play, including diapers, bottle feedings, spankings, and other forms of discipline. If these aspects of age play offend you, this may not be the book or series for you.
Petra’s Daddy is a full-length book that was expanded from a very short story that released in the Hero Daddies Charity Anthology for Ukraine. If you begin reading and recognize the first two chapters, that’s why! The rest of the book is new material.
Anabel’s Daddy
Melody’s Daddy
Haley’s Daddy
Willow’s Daddy
Juliana’s Daddy
Tiffany’s Daddy
Felicity’s Daddy
Emma’s Daddy
Lizzy’s Daddy
Claire’s Daddy
Kylie’s Daddy
Ruby’s Daddy
Briana’s Daddies
Jake’s Mommy and Daddy
Luna’s Daddy
Petra’s Daddy
Eloise’s Daddies
Josie’s Daddy
Littleworld Box Set One
Littleworld Box Set Two
Littleworld Box Set Three
Littleworld Box Set Four
Holidays at Rawhide Ranch
Felicity’s Little Father’s Day
A Cheerful Little Coloring Day
Would you like to see a map of the island?! This link will take you there!
Map of Regression Island and Littleworld
Chapter One
“Did you pack Peaches?” I ask Daddy as I try to peer over his shoulder to see what he’s put in the suitcase.
“Of course your Daddy packed your bunny stuffie, silly girl,” Papa says as he wraps his arms around me from behind and drags me backward, kissing my neck in a distracting way that makes me giggle.
I shove at his arm. “Papa, stop it. I can’t see what Daddy’s putting in the suitcase.”
He tickles my tummy as he continues to back up. “You don’t need to see what Daddy’s putting in the suitcase. Little girls shouldn’t be so snoopy.”
“But, Papa… What if he forgets something? I don’t even see Peaches.” We can’t go to Littleworld without my bunny. I’d die.
Daddy turns around and kisses my forehead. “Peaches is in your diaper bag, Baby girl. I thought you’d want her near you during the trip.”
He has a point. “Where is my diaper bag?” I ask, twisting around in Papa’s arms.
“It’s by the front door, sweet girl,” Papa tells me.
I wiggle free of Papa’s clutches and take off toward the front door. Sure enough, the new diaper bag Daddy and Papa got me for this trip is sitting there, and Peaches is peeking out the top.
I’m tempted to pull her out and hold her against me because she’s good at calming me when I’m nervous, but what if I set her down and we accidentally leave without her? That would be horrible. So I resist.
“Did you pack the sunscreen, Rhodes?” my Papa, whose name is really Tiago, asks Daddy.
“Yes. It’s in the diaper bag,” Daddy calls out from his bedroom.
Apparently Papa’s job for this morning is to follow me from room to room and keep me out of trouble until we leave.
I’m nervous. I’ve never gone anywhere so far from Rawhide Ranch. I’ve never been on an airplane. I’ve never seen the ocean or played on the beach. Until recently, I never thought either of those things would ever be in the cards for me.
Heck, when I came to the Ranch, I had such low self-esteem that I didn’t think I deserved a Daddy, and now I have two. Me. An orphan who ran away from a group home and never finished high school. Now I’m living with two Daddies, and I have my GED. That’s why they’re taking me to Littleworld.
I almost didn’t believe them when they first told me we could go after I finished my studies and passed my exam. It seemed too good to be true. A farfetched dream. But the moment I found out I’d passed my GED exam, Daddy and Papa had pulled out the flyer for Littleworld and set it in front of me, making good on their promise.
We will be flying first and then driving to the ferry. It’s really far away. In fact, it’s not even light out now as my Daddies finish packing so we can leave.
I turn around to look at Papa. “Is it time to go?”
He chuckles and reaches out a hand. “Let’s get you dressed, and then you can get in your car seat.”
I follow him to my nursery and let him lift me onto the changing table where he removes my jammies and my nighttime diaper.
He cleans my skin between my legs and rubs ointment into my folds while I try hard to ignore how good it feels. It always feels good. Every time. It’s why I don’t mind wearing a diaper when we’re at home. My Daddies take such good care of me. I love the attention and the fact that I don’t have to make any decisions or worry about a thing.
When he’s finished, he stands me on my feet again and holds up a pair of panties. “Remember what I said?” Papa asks.
I sigh. “Yes, Papa. That’s the only pair of panties going with us. Only for the airplane. When we get to the ferry, I don’t get to wear panties anymore.” I shudder at the thought.
“That’s right. You won’t be able to wear panties ever on the island. Littleworld and Regression Island are specifically designed for people who prefer infant age play. Are you going to argue when it’s time to change out of them?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir.” But I am going to be nervous.
Usually when we leave the house, I wear panties. This is going to be stressful. I know all Littles wear diapers on the island, but I’m still feeling apprehensive—a word I learned for my GED exam.
I shift my attention to another concern. “Did you really not pack any of my dresses or pants?” I ask as I grab Papa’s shoulders so he can help me into a pair of black leggings.
“Nope. We’ve talked about that too. Arms up.” He tugs a cotton dress over my head next. It’s also mostly black. No one on the plane will know I’m Little. He doesn’t offer me a bra, but that’s not surprising. My Daddies aren’t willing to go that far.
I still decide to test him though. “Can I have a bra for the plane too?”
“What do you think?” he asks, lifting a brow. He’s not frustrated with me though. He’s never frustrated. It’s maddening sometimes how unflappable my Daddies can be.
Papa slides his hands up under my dress, cups my breasts, and pinches my little nipples.
My breath hitches, and I grab his shoulders where he’s squatting in front of me to keep from swaying. “Papa…”
He chuckles. “Why aren’t you allowed to wear a bra, Eloise?”
I hate it when he makes me recite the rules. Of course I know the rules. I also know he makes me reiterate them because it makes me horny, and that is why I’m lying to myself. I don’t really hate it. It’s a weird game, mostly created by me.
I take a deep breath. “Because having my boobies free reminds me I’m Little.”
He taps my nose. “That’s right. You may have a sweater if you’re feeling exposed, but no one can tell you’re not wearing a bra under this dress. No one can tell your panties have princes ses all over them either.” He grins.
I drop my shoulders dramatically and change the subject. “Are you sure Little girls only wear diapers and T-shirts at Littleworld?” That’s what they’ve told me, and I’m already shifting my weight back and forth between my feet with concern. “What if you’re wrong, and then I don’t have any clothes? Maybe we should take them just in case,” I propose.
“Eloise Grace.” The deep voice coming from the doorway to my nursery makes me jerk my gaze that direction.
Daddy is standing there, hands on his hips, his suitcase at his side. His brow is furrowed, and he’s frowning at me. Sort of. Neither Daddy nor Papa are very good at frowning. Their eyes still twinkle because they have a hard time keeping a straight face when they’re stern with me.
“Do you want to travel all day with a sore bottom, Baby girl?”
“No, Sir.” I shake my head viciously enough that my dark pigtails fly back and forth and whip me in the face. I clench my butt cheeks together, too, at the thought of getting spanked right now.
He lifts a brow. “You sure?”
I chew on my bottom lip. The truth is I like it when they spank me. We have an agreement. Instead of misbehaving all the time in order to get my bottom blistered, all I have to do is ask. In fact, most of the time, if I’m naughty, they don’t punish me with a spanking anyway since they know it’s what I want.
Daddy steps closer and cups my face, tipping my head back. “If you’re stressed, we’d be glad to spank you before we leave the house. We still have time. Perhaps a sore bottom will help you relax?”
I swallow. “No, Sir. I’m good.” Sometimes he’s right, but today I don’t really want to sit on the plane for hours squirming on my hot bottom.
Papa tugs my pigtails from behind me. “You want to wear your hair down until we get to the ferry? Or lower pigtails or braids?”
I tip my head way back so I can see him. It’s rare for either of them to give me options like this. “Umm.”
“How about one ponytail low in the back. Just until we get to the ferry?” Papa lifts a brow.
I’m glad he’s made a decision. When I’m in my Little headspace I have trouble with options sometimes. “Okay.”
Ten minutes later, we’re in the car, headed for the adventure of a lifetime, and I’m so incredibly excited I can’t contain myself.
Chapter Two
“There it is!” I shout excitedly as we finally get close to the island. Even though we’ve traveled all day and I’ve had so many new experiences, I’m still bouncing on my feet.
We’re on the top level of the ferry, outside. The wind has been whipping my pigtails around for the entire hour as the island grows closer and closer. After my first plane trip, I’m having my first boat ride.
The sun is shining, and I’m so happy I don’t even care that I’m wearing only a T-shirt, diaper, and sandals. Plus, most of the other Littles on the ferry are dressed the same, and Papa has assured me that those who are wearing something different will change either before we arrive or soon after.
I hope he’s right because I’m going to be mortified if no one else looks like me.
I giggle when Daddy grabs the back of my T-shirt and hauls me away from the railing. “You’re too close to the edge, Baby girl. How many times do I have to tell you?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not going to fall off, Daddy. The railing is too high.”
“You’re not going to burn your fingers on a hot pan on the stove either, are you?”
I sigh. “No, Sir.”
“Why is that, Baby girl?”
“Because I’m not allowed to touch the stove or anything on it.”
“Exactly.” He clasps me with his knees as he bends down to unzip the diaper bag and pull something out.
“What’s that?” I ask as he removes some sort of vinyl straps. It looks like an elaborate dog leash.
Daddy leans down and taps my ankle. “It’s a harness. Lift your foot, Baby girl.”
I grab his knees and do as I’m told.
Papa sets a hand on top of mine. “It keeps Little girls from wandering off and getting lost.”
I glance at him. “I’m not going to wander off. I promise.”
“Nope.” He bops my nose. “You won’t because you won’t be able to. Most of the time when we’re in public, you’ll either be in a stroller or this harness.”
I hold my breath and watch as Daddy pulls the harness up around my legs and then higher. He tucks my arms into it next and adjusts it so the straps are over my shoulders. It comes down over my boobs and up between my legs. Instead of buckling in the front, it buckles in the back. I’d have to work hard to undo it since I can’t see the clasp.
I gasp when Daddy cinches it tight around me. It’s pressing against my nipples and smashing my diaper against my pussy. When I hear the snap of something else behind me, I twist my head around to see that Daddy has added a leash.
My heart is racing, and I start panting. I turn sideways and lean against Daddy’s chest, trying to regroup. Shit just got real. I would never say a naughty word like that out loud, but in my head, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.
I bury my face against Daddy’s chest, leaning most of my weight against him while he rubs my back. I don’t know what the effect of the harness is supposed to be or how other Littles react to such a device, but I’m so turned on I can’t think.
Daddy kisses my forehead. “Deep breaths, Baby girl. It’s a five-point harness, just like the kind you have on your highchair at home. Your car seat and stroller will have them also. This kind lets you walk but not far from your Daddies.”
Every breath I take causes the straps to rub against my nipples. The only thing between the nylon and my tight buds is the thin cotton of my T-shirt. When I take a step, the straps between my legs are going to press my diaper against my pussy.
Papa threads his fingers with mine from behind me and holds my hand tight.
“Do I have to wear it?” I murmur against Daddy’s chest.
“Yes, Eloise. You have to wear it. There will be a lot of people at the dock when we arrive. I don’t want you to get separated from us.”
I tip my head back, “But, Daddy, you know—”
He sets a finger over my lips, stopping me from continuing. “I know a lot of things. Shall I list them?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to tell him it’s not necessary. I’ve had this lecture before.
Daddy tips my chin back, forcing me to look him in the eye. “I know you were going to say you wouldn’t actually get lost from us. I know you like to argue moot topics that pertain to the adult Eloise. And I know we left adult Eloise back on the mainland. She’s not on this island.” He lifts a brow.
I sigh. “Yes, Daddy.” I’m used to challenging my Daddies. That’s not going to fly here.
Papa stands and comes around to face me so he can also look me in the eye. He sets a hand on top of my head. “For the next week, you’re our Baby girl. Except for maintaining your ability to walk and talk, every other aspect of your life is controlled by us. Baby girls on Regression Island don’t have the freedom to do whatever they want.”
“Yes, Sir,” I respond to his serious expression.
He squats down so we’re eye-to-eye and cups my cheek. “Visiting Littleworld for a week means staying on the island and suspending your adult. It’s relaxing. Rejuvenating. You have zero responsibilities except to obey your Daddy and your Papa.”
“It’s a privilege, Baby girl,” Daddy adds. “How many lucky Little girls get to go on such an amazing fun vacation in a place that caters to their preferred kink?”
I swallow. He’s right. “I’m a lucky Little girl,” I admit softly.
Daddy pulls me against his chest again. “Not as lucky as we are to be your caregivers. But you can’t spend the entire week arguing that your adult self wouldn’t need a harness or can cook on the stove without burning herself or can go out the front door and walk down the sidewalk alone. If you can’t suspend your adult self, follow the rules, and do as your told, you’re going to end up spending a lot of time with your nose in a corner.”
