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  “I can’t be gone from my waitressing job for a whole week. My boss will fire me,” Zoey gasped. “I’ll have to be able to walk. I can’t make ends meet without my tips and salary.”

  “I’m hoping that you won’t wish to return to waitressing, Zoey,” Matt said gently. “Do you need to pay your rent or do you have other bills?”

  “Oh, no! I live in my car,” Zoey answered quickly without thinking. “I just have to pay for my food, laundry, and one other bill.” She slapped her forehead, “I didn’t even think. I have to get my car fixed now and back to town. I thought for sure that it would make it here for my interview but it broke down outside of town.” Zoey’s shoulders sagged down as she contemplated how she would ever pay to get it towed back to be parked near the restaurant. She was so tired. “How can life be so hard all the time?” she wondered silently.

  “It’s not safe for you to be living in your car. Anyone could break in while you’re asleep” Matt responded, shocked. “If I can fix it with your boss to keep your job open for a week, will you stay here and let us get to know each other better, Zoey?”

  When Zoey nodded cautiously, Matt added, “I’ll send Paul with your keys to retrieve your car, Zoey. We’ll get it fixed while you’re here and your feet are healing. I have a friend in the auto business that owes me several favors. He’ll be glad to fix your car. Jillian will love to fix your favorite foods. She always says that it’s no fun cooking just for me. Anything else you need, I’ll be happy to take care of for you, Zoey.”

  “He seems to have an answer to all my problems,” Zoey thought.

  “Okay, little one. You are way too tired to make big decisions now. I’m going to put you to bed in one of the guest rooms for tonight. We’ll talk more tomorrow, okay?” Matt questioned gently. Without waiting for her answer, Matt lifted her with ease into his muscled arms and carried her out of the kitchen, down the hall, and to a beautifully decorated bedroom. Sweeping her into the adjoining bathroom, Matt set her on the vanity and turned to the deep bath to start filling it with warm water. “Let’s brush your teeth, Zoey. After a quick bath to wash off the muck from your walk, I’ll tuck you into a warm bed to sleep.”

  Without waiting for her response, Matt opened a drawer, unwrapped a new toothbrush, dabbed on some blue toothpaste and held it to Zoey’s mouth. When she started to say that she could brush her own teeth, Matt pressed the toothbrush into her mouth and quickly but thoroughly completed the task. Handing her a cup of water, Matt encouraged her to rinse her teeth and then quickly removed the bandages on her feet. He whisked off Zoey’s sweatshirt, pants, and diaper before she could even protest.

  Lifting her nude body into his arms, he slowly lowered her into the water. Zoey tried to cover herself with her hands and protest that she could bathe herself. With a chuckle, Matt just picked up a washcloth and replied, “Zoey, you’re tired. You’ve done way too much today. The medicine is making you even sleepier. Just relax and let me take care of you. Remember, I’d like to act as your father. Can you let me try to convince you that I’d make a good dad?” Matt questioned as he began washing her arms, pulling each one from its place covering her small breasts. “You are such a beautiful baby, Zoey,” he reassured her, “I am enjoying caring for you. Just relax,” he said soothingly.

  Zoey melted against the warm tub. It was so much easier to just let him take care of her. She was exhausted.

  Matt smiled at the petite figure in the tub. He softly washed the remains of the muddy trek from her legs. Lathering the washcloth, he leaned her forward to clean her back and then, returning her to the resting position against the tub, he began to wash her torso. Gently sudsing her shoulders, he moved the washcloth to her small, rose-tipped breasts and caressed her petite curves until he heard her breath begin to catch. Before she could protest, he washed her stomach and moved lower. Gently parting her legs, Matt began to lightly brush her nether area with the washcloth. When Zoey automatically widened her legs, Matt parted her outer labia and stroked her and Zoey began to move in response to the caresses as he zeroed in on her sensitive clitoral area.

  Zoey held her breath as sensations began to build in her body. “Oh, my god,” Zoey gasped without realizing that she was talking aloud. “Please,” she begged, “Don’t stop.” She felt the swirling pleasure build until her body exploded.

  Matt held his hand in place. His pressure on the sensitive spots extended her pleasure and he felt her shudder repeatedly before slumping limply into the warm tub. “What a beautiful girl you are,” he crooned softly to Zoey as he watched a smile stretch across her exhausted face. He washed her thoroughly between her bottom cheeks and made sure all suds had been rinsed from her skin before lifting her from the tub and wrapping her in a thick, fluffy towel.

  Matt carried her into the bedroom and silently thanked Jillian for her efficiency. She had pulled down the covers on the bed and laid out a nightgown for Zoey. Tucked underneath, Matt could see the padding of a fresh diaper. On the dresser, she had left a small plastic medicinal container with several additional white pain suppositories, a jar of lubricant, a glass thermometer, and the ointment and gauze to rewrap Zoey’s feet. Sitting Zoey up, Matt pulled the soft pink, flannel nightgown over her head. Matt stretched Zoey out on the crisp sheets and smiled as she shifted sleepily on to her tummy holding on to the pillow. “I’m going to give you a little more medicine, Zoey. Relax your bottom.” He scooped a little lubricant on his finger and parting her bottom, Matt pressed the lubricant into her rectum sliding his finger in and out several times before pressing the suppositories deeply into her bottom and holding them in position until he felt them begin to melt.

  Zoey made soft protest sounds as she struggled to stay awake. She was so tired. The bed was absolutely comfortable with soft blue sheets and thick mattress padding to sink into. She felt Matt rub her back softly and gently shush her protests until she relaxed. Zoey’s eyes closed and her breath became soft and regular.

  Chapter Six

  Matt chuckled to himself. “My baby was out,” he thought to himself. “Wow! I’ve already decided she’s mine.” Now, all he had to do was convince Zoey that she would be happy in his care. Smiling, he looked down at the small figure stretched out on the big bed. He slid his index finger out of her rectum and patted her softly on the bottom. Matt walked into the bathroom and thoroughly washed his hands before returning to reapply ointment to her abused feet. After wrapping the gauze in place to protect the applied medicine, he again washed his hands before wrapping the diaper around Zoey’s hips and taping it securely into place. Tucking the sleeping young lady’s legs and feet under the sheets and comforter, Matt took a second to secure the bathroom door in a locked position before turning on a night light, and flipping off the ceiling light. He stopped at the door to look back at the small figure enveloped in the warm blankets lying still in the darkened room.

  Pausing in the hall, Matt realized that he would never be able to sleep now. His mind was racing around with thoughts of Zoey and the possibilities of a future together with this beautiful, young lady. Watching her orgasm in the bathtub had definite impact on his libido. Even after finishing preparing her for bed and bandaging her blistered feet, Matt needed to shift his erection into a more comfortable position in his shorts. “Time to work out a little,” he chuckled to himself. He’d never be able to sleep in this condition. Striding purposefully down the hall, Matt entered the exercise room equipped with a treadmill, elliptical, and mats positioned in front of a wall of window looking out on to his wooded land and a wall of mirrors to assess form and muscle-building progress. Walking over to turn on the intercom connection to Zoey’s room, Matt listened carefully to make sure she was still breathing deeply. Her small sighs caused his erection to harden back to full engorgement as he pictured her in the bed. “Weights don’t fail me now,” Matt muttered as he started an exhausting regimen designed to tax his muscles and make his mind focus on something other than the adorable bundle currently snoring softly down th
e hall.

  Ninety minutes later, Matt dropped the final barbell back into its slot on the rack. Covered by perspiration, Matt wiped his face and grabbed a bottle of water from the glass-fronted fridge. He paused to listen for Zoey’s soft sleeping sounds but instead heard a rustle of bed clothes and a sharp inhalation of pain. Racing down the hall, he entered Zoey’s room to hear her alternatively crying and swearing.

  “Shit, shit, shit, that really hurt! How can feet hurt so much?” Zoey lamented as she rocked in pain on the floor.

  “What have you done, little girl?” Matt questioned sternly from the doorway. “Did you try to walk after I told you to stay off your feet?”

  Zoey glanced up and then quickly averted her eyes, “I just wanted to go to the bathroom. I didn’t think my feet would hurt this badly. Shit, that was awful!” Zoey exclaimed with tears still running down her face.

  Matt picked her up and put her on his lap. “We’re going to have a discussion about your language later, Zoey. First, we have to get your pain back under control. You can see why I didn’t want you to walk now, can’t you? Maybe next time you’ll understand that I’m always going to tell you the truth and always going to take care of you, Zoey. You don’t know me that well yet but I hope we can learn a lot about each other. Now, most important – you need to urinate?” Matt questioned Zoey.

  Zoey sniffled and nodded as her face turned an embarrassed shade of red in the muted light. “I really need to go to the bathroom. I wasn’t going to walk far. Could you carry me in there? I’m sure I could maneuver around to use the toilet without standing on my feet too much,” she reassured herself.

  “You aren’t supposed to walk at all on your feet, Zoey, until they are healed. You are wearing all you need for your bathroom needs, Zoey. Just relax your bladder and urinate,” Matt instructed gently.

  “I. . . I can’t do that!” Zoey protested appalled. She was so embarrassed. “Can’t you just help me in there?” she pointed toward the bathroom door.

  Matt shifted her so that she was draped her over his knees lying on her stomach. Zoey groaned as her weight centered on her bulging bladder. He began rubbing her back firmly to soothe her while also compressing her bladder firmly against his muscular thighs.

  “Oh, no!” Zoey wailed as the pressure built and, suddenly, her muscles couldn’t stop the flow of urine from her body. She felt the diaper become saturated as the warm fluid jetted into the padding as Matt rubbed her back and whispered reassuringly to her.

  “That’s it, Zoey. Just relax your muscles, sweetie. We’ll get you all cleaned up in a minute. See it’s not too bad to use your diaper like a sweet little girl. You are so precious to me already, Zoey. I love that you will let me take care of you.” Pressing one last time firmly into Zoey’s low back, Matt asked, “Are you done, sweetheart?”

  Zoey pressed her face into the comforter in embarrassment and slowly nodded, “yes.” She covered her eyes with her shaking fingers as Matt shifted her over on her back and cradled her slight body into his strong arms.

  Matt hugged her closely to his warm body and stood up. He allowed Zoey to hide her face in the curve of his neck and knew she was mortified to have lost control. Matt firmly caressed her back as he supported her weight with his arm under her legs. He tried to distract her as he walked across the hallway and into the master bedroom. “Zoey, don’t breathe too deeply. I’m sorry I’m so sweaty. You’re not going to recognize me when I haven’t been exercising.” He felt the intake of air by Zoey’s nose nestled against his jaw.

  “You don’t smell bad to me,” she whispered shyly.

  “Let’s get us both cleaned up so we can go to bed, sweetheart. Okay?” he questioned as he paused in a doorway leading out of the side of the master bedroom. “I have something to show you, Zoey. This could be your new room. Right next to your new daddy if you’ll have me.” Matt switched on the small light to reveal a beautifully decorated room. The walls were a soothing shade of lilac with soft pink highlights showing up in the curtains and in the cushions of several pieces of furniture. He walked over to place Zoey gently down on a pink padded table. It was longer than her body and wide so she had plenty of room to stretch out. Matt lifted her nightgown and swept it up above her waist, lifting her hips to pull it up high around her torso so her breasts were just concealed from view.

  Zoey raised her arms to cross them over her face. “Oh, my! I’m lying on a changing table,” she whispered as she realized why the furniture was oversized. “You really want me to be your baby.”

  Matt gently removed her arms so that he could look deeply into her eyes. “Yes, Zoey. I’ve been planning for you for many years. Look around the room and tell me what you think. Do you like the colors? We can change anything you don’t like.” Matt continued talking gently to distract her as he untaped the sides of her diaper and lifted her legs to remove it from under her hips. “This will be your room for nap, play, and in which you’ll be cared for every day.” Matt gathered a moistened towelette from the warmer on the edge of the changing table and began to wipe off the remnants of urine from Zoey’s bottom. “I’d prefer that you sleep with me at night but if you prefer, your crib is right over there.” Matt waved toward a light oak crib with very high sides before pressing her knees apart on the table to expose her vaginal and urethral areas to his touch with a fresh cleansing cloth.

  Zoey tried to pull her knees back together to conceal herself from his view but Matt was easily able to thwart her actions with his strong hands. “Calm down, Zoey. I must get you clean. Just relax for me, sweetheart. You haven’t told me what you think about your room.” Matt continued to talk as he slowly caressed Zoey’s folds.

  “This should not feel good,” Zoey reprimanded herself as she started to feel herself reacting to his touch. “Think of something else,” she demanded internally. Aloud, Zoey stuttered, “Purple is my favorite color. I’m not sure if I know what all the furniture is though,” she admitted looking at a weird contraption over in the corner that looked like a narrow, padded bench with lots of straps around it.

  Matt smiled as he felt her muscles trying to control her instinctive movements to arch into the cleansing motions. No doubt about it, his little girl was very sensitive. “It’s late, Zoey. You should be asleep now,” Matt stated firmly as he shifted her over onto her side, facing away from him. “I’m going to check your temperature, give you a bigger dose of pain medication, and tuck you into bed, little girl.”

  Zoey heard a drawer open and twisted her head around to see Matt dip a large thermometer in to a jar. “Oh, I feel fine. You don’t need to check my temperature,” she tried to reassure Matt.

  He parted her bottom cheeks and pressed the lubricated tube deeply into her rectum. “I’m going to check your temperature often, Zoey. Just relax and let me take care of you. Soon you’ll be very used to me keeping a close eye on all your health needs.” Matt held the large thermometer in place with a large warm hand covering her bottom for what seemed like forever before checking the wall clock and removing it to check her temperature. “Still a little low, Zoey. I was hoping your bath would have warmed you up. We’ll have to keep checking often.” He chuckled at the look on her face. “It’s not that bad, Zoey. You’ll get used to having your bottom touched. Let’s get some medicine in you now.” He wrapped a wide band across her torso and attached it snuggly to the table tethering her firmly in place. “You stay just like this on your side. Let me get your medicine.” Blocked from Zoey’s view by her position on the changing table, Matt stepped away from the table to open a large floor-to-ceiling cabinet next to the changing table. The latch seemed to be complicated with several steps to open it, as if it was child-proofed. He pulled out a large, labeled, medicinal jar, twisted the top, and reached in to remove a large, white suppository. This was larger than the others he had administered to Zoey. It would be a tight fit into her rectum and Zoey would find it uncomfortable while he put it in, Matt knew, but it would help her sleep through the night and relieve
her foot pain.

  Keeping the large suppository out of her view, Matt approached the changing table and rubbed Zoey’s bare bottom lovingly. “Good girl, Zoey! Thank you for staying still. Let’s get this final step done and you can go back to sleep without your feet hurting. Okay?” Matt questioned. Seeing her hesitant nod, Matt responded, “That’s my girl.” He lifted her top bottom cheek to expose her clinched rectum. “Relax your muscles, Zoey. You’ve had this medicine twice. You know it will help.” Opening the same drawer, Matt reopened the lubricant jar and dipped out a good dollop of the creamy goo. His little girl’s bottom was going to need some help to allow the large capsule to slide in smoothly. He smeared a little on the rounded suppository end and smoothed the remainder around her tight anus before pressing the suppository firmly against her entrance.