With a glance at Surgient, I rise carefully and carry my precious bundle into the bedroom. I lower her onto the bed, grateful to find everything I need in a pile. Surgient was on top of things for me.
I reach for a pacifier first and pop it into her mouth, smiling when she resumes suckling. She’s almost asleep and unaware that I’ve swapped the nipple. That’s probably a good thing. I’ve heard human females struggle to accept the new aspects of their lives under our care. The pacifier is our next hurdle. Lastly, diapers.
Careful not to disrupt her more than necessary, I lift her bottom a few inches with one hand around her ankles. After sliding the diaper under her hips, I open a bottle of vitamins and tap two into my hand.
Ordinarily the formula we give our Little girls has everything she could need, but I want her to have an extra dose of immunity boosters until she’s healthy. The oval pills are about a half an inch wide and an inch long. They need to go into her bottom where they will absorb quickly through her rectum.
After squeezing some lube onto my finger, I push her knees up toward her chest and rub the ointment around the entrance to her bottom.
Janie whimpers and squirms, batting at my hand on her knees.
I hold her steady while I push the first pill up inside her as far as I can reach. I’m prepared for her protest. Little girls on Earth aren’t used to having their rectums penetrated. It feels foreign and invasive to her. Even in her feverish state, she fights me.
I continue to steady her with my arm while I insert the second suppository and massage the inside of her rectum with my finger, waiting for the pills to dissolve.
“Papi, no…” she complains.
“Hold still for Papi. You need this medicine.”
Her head rolls back and forth as she tries futilely to push me away. I’m significantly larger and stronger than her, besides the fact that she’s weakened and sick. She’s not accomplishing anything with her effort to escape.
When the medicine is fully dissolved, I continue to plug her with my finger pushed as deeply as possible. I lean over her and meet her gaze. “The medicine needs to stay inside you, Baby girl. If you try to push it out when I remove my finger, I will turn you over, swat your bottom, and start over. I will also put a naughty-girl plug in your bottom to make sure you don’t attempt to push the medicine out.”
She blinks at me. I know she’s struggling to stay awake. I’m not sure she understands me, but finally, she nods. “I won’t push it out, Papi.”
“Good girl.” I ease my finger out of her tight hole and release her knees.
Her legs fall to the sides, spread wide. With her arms lying bent near her head, she’s so unbelievably vulnerable. She takes my breath away. My heart is already hers.
I don’t want to upset her further, so after I clean my fingers on a cloth, I lift her hand to my lips. She tries to pull her fingers back, but I hold them steady and pierce her middle finger deeper than earlier. I let my serum penetrate her. Not the kind that will make her arousal spike but the kind that will help her sleep deeply.
“Papi…” That one word comes out slurred as she fades.
I want to ensure she sleeps deeply for a while, so I lean over her as she slips into slumber, kiss a spot on her neck, and pierce her skin in the perfect spot to release more of the sedative.
Janie’s small body relaxes against the bed, her breathing evening out as slumber takes over.
This is when I lift the front of the diaper up around her waist and fasten it at her sides. I know she’ll panic when she awakes and finds out I’ve diapered her. There’s no easy way to broach the subject with human females. From every account I’ve heard, bottles and pacifiers cause a battle. Diapers can cause an entire war.
ChapterFive
Janie
I’m marginally aware I’m feverish and probably imagining things, but in my hazy state I’m having the best dream of my life. I don’t want to wake up. I want it to keep going forever and ever.
I feel like I’ve stepped into one of the age-play novels I read. The ones where a Daddy Dom takes over the Little girl’s life and forces her to be completely dependent on him.
It’s just fantasy, but it’s the kind of fantasy that runs through my head when I’m masturbating. In real life, I would never find a man who could possibly dominate me so totally. Such a Dom is a complete unicorn.
That’s why we have romance novels. I don’t need a real Daddy. I can live vicariously through the ones in my novels. Fictitious Daddies who become fodder for my masturbation sessions.
If the perfect Daddy Dom wants to slide into my dreams, he’s welcome to do so. Apparently my fever is bringing such a Daddy to life because this dream feels so real. I swear the Daddy fed me a bottle, diapered me, and put me to bed. I’m so deeply imbedded in the dream that I can feel the diaper around my legs and the pacifier I’m pretending to suckle is so very real.
I’m not sure where I am, and I don’t care. Home? Hospital? As long as no one disturbs me and makes the dream stop, I’ll be happy.
My breasts are heavy and needy, and I slide my hands down to cup them, moaning as soon as my thumbs stroke over the tips of my nipples. I’m so aroused, I might come without touching my clit. Hell, I’m rarely able to orgasm without my vibrator.
I gasp as I pinch my nipples and arch my chest. When I try to pull my legs up and draw my knees together, I come short of my goal. Something bulky is between my thighs, keeping me from getting the relief I need, the pressure.