She leans forward and looks in the bowl. “Can I feed myself?”
I smile. “No, Little one. You’ll never feed yourself. There may come a time when I set small bites of various snacks on your tray and let you pick them up and eat them with your fingers. I’ll only give you a few pieces at a time when you’re ready for that. But most of the time I will feed you, Little one. I will always monitor how much you eat and how fast.”
She rolls her eyes. “Papi, that’s silly.”
“Do you know what’s not silly?” I tease, beyond grateful that my argumentative girl is back.
She sighs. “Me getting my bottom spanked for arguing?”
“Exactly.” I scoop a small amount of the cereal onto the spoon and bring it to her mouth.
Bailey opens for me and accepts the bite.
I watch her as she tastes it and then swallows. “What do you think?”
“It’s different. Not really like oatmeal. I guess the texture is similar. The flavor is not something I can put my finger on.”
“That will be true of all foods here, Little one. You won’t recognize any of them.”
I offer her another spoonful, relieved when she seems to have no problem swallowing. It only takes a few minutes for her to finish the bowl. I don’t want to tempt Fate and give her too much. It’s important to make sure she can digest it without issue.
When it’s gone, I wash the bowl and prepare her a bottle of water. She isn’t getting nearly enough calories this way, but she’ll survive for a few days while I increase the amount and even add other foods. Chadka said she would be fine as long as she gets enough to drink, and I use the suppositories.
I unfasten my Little girl from the chair and lift her into my arms, beyond grateful that she’s still awake and not showing signs that she’s about to pass out again. That gives me great hope. It also makes me feel bad for continuing to feed her the formula all this time. It never once occurred to me that she might be having an adverse reaction to it.
I carry Bailey into her nursery and sit on the rocking chair to feed her the bottle of water.
“I could drink from a cup, you know, Papi,” she sasses.
“That’s not going to happen either, naughty girl. Letting Littles drink without supervision is not one of our practices. Just like we don’t allow Littles to go outside alone or climb on furniture or stand in their playpens or cribs, we also take great care to make sure they don’t choke on food or drinks.”
“Do you realize how rare it is for a human to choke?” she asks defiantly.
“Doyourealize how unbelievably important you are to me, Baby girl?”
She lets out one of her signature precious sighs. “Yes, Sir.”
I tip her back in my arms and rub her lips with the nipple, grateful that she doesn’t balk. She opens her pretty mouth and immediately starts sucking the water. The nipples are designed to give her just the right amount of fluid at a time. She’s very unlikely to swallow down the wrong pipe or choke from guzzling.
Bottle feeding helps our Little girls bond with us, but it also maintains that intimate connection for years to come. I will always look forward to holding her in my arms and staring into her eyes as I feed her. If we live to be five hundred years old, I will never grow tired of this special time together every day.
I love that her eyes are open, and she’s looking at me. She’s also holding my pinky again. It’s so precious that I’m choked up.
When the water is gone, I feel much better about her health. She’s still awake. Blessed angels. Now for the next step in this process. For the love of all that is holy in the universe, please don’t let her have any reaction to the vitamin suppositories.
I carry her to the changing table, stretch her arms over her head, and secure her wrists.
She whimpers as I pull a second strap across her tummy. I’m pleased that the scent of her arousal fills the room. She still enjoys being restrained.
When I open her diaper, her pheromones overwhelm me. I clean her skin and then press her legs wider. “How is your pussy feeling, Little one?” I stroke the outside of her folds, teasing her.
She moans. “Needy, Papi.”
I chuckle. “I bet. I can smell your arousal. I bet you’d like to come.”
“Yes, please.”
“Such a polite Little girl. Such soft skin. I’ll never tire of touching your pretty pussy. When you’re feeling stronger, I’llrub my face against your folds and suck your little clit like I did before we traveled to Eleadia.”
