Pets 2: Pani's Story by Darla Phelps Read Free Book Online

of Tak’buh fixed upon her.

    Neither moving, they simply stared, one at the other, until with a snarl, Judy jerked over onto her side and rolled off him. Or at least tried to. His hand abandoned her bottom, but his arm locked instead around her waist, snapping her tightly to his chest again.

    “No,” she snarled, bracing her hands against his chest as she struggled to get her knees up high enough to wedge between them.

    He swiveled them both to sit on the edge of the mattress and then stood up with her anyway.
    Jostling her to sit on his hip, holding her tightly, he made his way to the bathroom down the hall.

    He was taking no chances this morning. He locked the door before he put her down, holding onto her squirming body just long enough to check her diaper before turning his attention to his own waking needs.

    Let it not be said Judy was not a resourceful woman. She almost got away from him several times, once while he was standing at the toilet with his back turned to her. She got the door unlocked and with the skirts of her sack held taut to keep from tripping, she waddled rapid down the short hallway.

    Tak’buh caught her before she stubbornly managed to throw herself down the stairs.
    Snagging the back of her sleepsack, he lifted her up under one arm, balancing her against his hip as he carried her back to the bathroom. Now, not only did he lock the door, but he wedged a clothes hamper in front of it. Scowling blackly, she huddled in a corner by the cabinets and waited hopefully for a second chance at escape.

    That chance did not appear until after he’d stripped off his clothes and climbed into the long, glass-enclosed tub. He slid the glass doors shut and turned the shower on. As a fine spray of water began to rain down upon the stark white tiles within and Tak’buh moved in to stand under the spray, Judy rose to her feet. She pulled the excess fabric of her sack up around her hips, freeing her feet to creep as softly as possible towards the door.

    The hamper was heavier than it looked. Despite all her best attempts at quiet, the feet scraped the floor, freezing Judy in her tracks. She cringed in on herself, almost afraid to turn 23

    around and check if the giant had heard her. That inner struggle died when she heard two ominous finger snaps from behind her.

    Shoulders sagging, Judy glanced behind her. Sure enough, Tak’buh was leaning out of the shower and pointing sternly for her to get back in her corner. The look on his face had Bad Baby written all over it.

    Judy kicked the hamper. Yanking the skirts of her sack back up to her waist, she stomp-waddled her way back into the corner. She flopped against the wall, sagging down it until her diapered bottom hit the floor. With knees drawn up to her chest and arms folded across them, she scowlingly waited for Tak’buh to resume his shower and hoped a third chance might present itself before he was done.

    Unfortunately, Tak’buh learned from his mistakes. He came out of the shower stall, dripping wet and completely naked, the massive height and breadth of him so universally...huge...and male...all over...that at first all Judy could do was stare, and she was not staring at his face.

    “Holy crap,” she breathed, trying and utterly failing to pry her eyes from the sight of his cock, flaccid and dangling beneath a thick black nest of curls. His was easily twice the size of any that she’d ever before seen. Ever. And that included photo-shopped pictures on the Net.

    “Holy crap!” she said again, with more feeling. She was so stunned that it didn’t register than he was reaching for her until he bent down and actually picked her up. It was being pressed against his dripping wet chest, with one leg lying across his buttocks and her other dangling alongside that massive cock, that jolted Judy sharply back into herself. He smelled like soap, and he was taking her back into the shower with him.

    “No!” She panicked when he started to strip the