“I know it’s hard, but we need to do this for at least another twelve hours,” he gently says.
I blink and look at him, trying to get the tears to stop from welling in my eyes. But I’m unsuccessful as they run down my cheeks.
“Oh, Little Pet.” He wipes them away. “I know you don’t want to wake up again, but this is important. Once this is over, and Yamal says that you don’t have to be fed a little every hour, I will let you sleep for a full night. You can even take a nap the next day, so you can get your rest.”
“But I want it now,” I whimper.
“I know you do, but it can’t happen. You’ll get it soon, though, I promise. While you sleep, I’ll talk to Yamal and see when exactly we can stop.” He smiles down at me and wipes away the rest of the tears on my cheek. “You can just close your eyes and go to sleep. I’ll put you back in your kennel.”
Kennel?
What is he talking about?
“But before I put you in there, we need to change your diaper,” Daddy says. “And I need to give you a reward for being such a good girl.”
That’s when I feel the wet bulge in between my legs and tears spring to my eyes. How did I wet myself without me even knowing? So embarrassing.
“Little Pet, everything is okay. It’s normal for you to use your diaper. I encourage you to,” he tells me as he pulls the wet diaper off me. “Daddy is so proud of you for using it.”
I cover my face with my arms as my cheeks heat up. Who would have thought I would get praised for wetting myself?
“It’s natural for Little Pets to use their diaper,” Daddy explains as he starts to clean me up. “Every pet does it.”
“I’m not a pet,” I mumble.
“But you’re my Little Pet,” He leans down and kisses my stomach.
I close my eyes and wish for everything to go away. I don’t want to look at him right now or ever. “Shhh, you’re okay,” he coos at me as he gently trails his finger against my cheek. “Just go back to sleep. Daddy will take care of everything.”
I open my mouth but slowly close it as I start to feel sleep pull me under.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “Everything is going to be okay.”
***
“Little Pet,” someone coos at me. “It’s time to wake up.”
“I don’t wanna,” I whine and roll over.
“But you need to. I let you sleep for an extra hour, but we really need to get something in your stomach,” Daddy says.
I turn my head and open my mouth, waiting for him to dribble the formula into it.
He chuckles. “You’re cute.”
I keep my mouth open, though. There is no reason for me to fully wake up for him to do this. He just needs to dribble the formula into my mouth, and I will swallow it.
My eyes shoot open when a nipple is placed in my mouth. I quickly turn my head, so it pops out and look over at Daddy. What is he doing? He normally feeds me from his mouth, not straight from the bottle.
“Are you okay?” Daddy asks. “Here, drink some of this.”
I stare at the bottle and feel some sort of emptiness inside me. Is he not going to feed me like he normally does?
I shouldn’t be feeling sad about him stopping, but I can’t help myself. It was intimate, and it felt right with him.
“Nora? What’s wrong?” he asks.
I just keep staring at the nipple. I don’t really want to suck on that. It felt nice to relax and have Daddy put the liquid from his mouth into mine.
