TWELVE.

Madlyn POV.

It's been about a week now things changed around here, maybe my new daddies aren't that bad, they dress me every day in new clothes. The diaper is still weird, but lately, I've been using it without even noticing, I get praised every time I use it, although for me it's really embarrassing. When I woke up this morning all I could think about was the milk from daddy, I started crying wanting daddy and mostly his milk. I keep wanting more and more of it, it's super addictive I no longer want the real food I tried to get a while ago. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore, they still give me the yucky med, well dada does, he use the syringe that makes me swallow it right away.

I started calling them daddy, dada, and papa, they refused to answer me otherwise, and it didn't bother me that much, it's actually nice to have someone who wants to take care of you and give me attention and love the whole time.

"Good morning princess" Adrain picks me up right away, he takes me to the changing