Page 41 of His Little Cryptolite

I can’t help but smile. Sophie is funny. “Don’t they hurt?”

She shakes her head, her pigtails flying. “Nope. They’re just heavy enough to constantly remind you that something is tugging on your nipples. And Papis are very strict about not touching them.” She leans closer. “Do not try it.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I’ll do my best.” It’s hard for me to avoid touching my nearly constantly swollen buds already. I can’t imagine how much harder it will be with a hoop running through them. “It’s such a strange custom.”

“Yeah, but you’ll get used to it. I tend to forget people on Earth don’t go around with their chests exposed and gemstones hanging from their tits.”

“What are these called?” I ask, pointing toward the tray.

“Cryptolite.”

I giggle. “Did you say kryptonite? Isn’t that green?”

Sophie shakes with laughter. “Not the Superman stones.Cryptolite.”

I can’t stop chuckling as I reach out to touch them. “Eleadians probably don’t even know what kryptonite is.”

“Probably,” Sophie agrees. “I think kryptonite comes in other colors besides green, but in any case, I assure you these stones do not have any weird powers. They’re just pretty.” She holds the tray out closer. “You can pick them up.”

“I wouldn’t want to drop one.”

“Trust me. You should hold them, weigh them in your hands, examine them closer. Heaven knows you for sure won’t get to touch them or see them up closer again after they’re attached to you.”

I reach out and pick one up. “Sheesh. It’s heavier than I expected. What keeps everyone’s nipples from dragging down to their waist?” I joke.

“They justseemheavy. They aren’t really that bad. I don’t notice mine most of the time. I’ve gotten used to the weight of them.”

I glance down at my chest and then back at Sophie. “Can I ask you something?” I whisper.

“Anything.” She leans in closer.

“I guess you’ve seen nearly every breast of every woman in the area. Are any as small as mine?”

She smiles warmly. “Women here come in all sizes. I promise. Besides, I’m sure your Papi has told you that no one judges anyone. We’re all equal. No matter what color or size we are. When Crogor says that, he’s not just blowing hot air up your…butt. It’s true.”

I’m somewhat mollified by her words. She wouldn’t lie to me. There’s no reason to. I’ll find out if what she says is true soon enough when I get to the park.

Sophie continues, “I was undernourished when Papi claimed me, so my boobs were really small. They’ve filled out some, but they’ll never be huge. No one cares.”

I smile at her. “Thank you. That makes me feel better.”

“Can I askyousomething?” Sophie inquires.

“Of course.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but why is your Papi making such a fuss about you falling over? You were sitting just fine before he put the pillow around you.”

I blush, unable to think of a single reason not to just tell her. This is big for me, though. I’m living in the strangest world I never dreamed existed. Leave it to me to find myself deviating from the norm so that I’m even weirder.

Sophie sets the tray down and takes my hand. “You don’t have to talk about it. It’s okay.”

I shake my head and squeeze her fingers. “No. I should. I’ll have to eventually.” I take a deep breath. “It seems I’m, uh, I mean… I crave a deeper level of age play.”

“Oh.” She grins. “That’s no big deal. You don’t need to be embarrassed. I’m sure you’re not the only one. I know there are some women who enjoy extensive restraints and grow very nervous anytime they aren’t tethered to something.”

“Huh. I guess I also like restraint, but I don’t think it’s that severe.”

“Well, like I said, don’t worry. No one will judge you.”