Daddy grabs hold of me and lays me on the ground, lifting my legs in the air and placing the diaper down.
“C-cold,” I mumble as I wrap my arms around my body.
“I’m going as fast as I can,” Daddy says. “Just give me a couple more seconds.”
He tightens the diaper around my waist before picking me up and holding me close to his chest. I immediately curl into his body, trying to get as close as possible to keep myself warm.
“Daddy is going to strap you to himself with a cloth to keep you close so I can get you a bottle and not worry about dropping you,” he explains. “After I get the bottle, we’ll sit on the couch and snuggle a blanket around us.”
That’s all I want right now. I want to be warm. I’ll do anything to be able to feel the warmth I once felt on the space station. Even there, I was a little chilly, but nothing compared to how I feel on Venkoria.
“Is this e-ever going to g-get better?” I stutter as he straps me to him.
“Yamal is going to figure out why you are so cold. Once he does, we are going to follow every step he gives us,” Daddy replies. “But you are not going to stay like this forever. I will make sure you stay warm, even if I have to wear fewer clothes and be hot.”
“You are hot?” I tilt my head up and look at him.
Daddy is currently warming up my bottle, and I don’t have much in me to protest. I need to conserve my energy until I get warm enough. Then I can protest all I want. But all I want to do right now is fall asleep.
“We Venkorians tend to run hotter than you humans do. I have turned up the heat in the apartment to help, but it doesn’t seem to have worked.” He whispers the last part to himself. “After the bottle is ready, I’m going to turn it up a little more.”
I didn’t even notice that he turned up the heat. I thought it had actually gotten colder since I first got here.
“All done,” he declares as he starts walking into the living room.
He stops at the wall and presses something several times before walking over to the couch and sitting down. He unravels the cloth and turns my body so I’m lying on my back, my head in the crook of his arm. He places a blanket over my body and picks up the bottle.
“This is the same as before, so I don’t want to see you not drinking it. You liked it earlier, and you are going to enjoy it now.” Daddy gives me a pointed look. “Yamal is going to come over soon, so I want you to drink. If you need to go to the bathroom, don’t hold it in, or I will tell him, and he will put a catheter in.”
I nod and sigh.
“Such a good Little pet,” he purrs and teases my lips with the nipple.
I open and start suckling right away, letting the delicious flavor fill my mouth.
“Once we figure out why you are cold, I will give you pleasure,” Daddy says, and my eyes go wide.
