I nod.
Kafran growls. “She must be starving. I’ll fix her a bottle while you diaper her. We’ll feed her on the pod.”
I stare at him as he leaves the room. I must have misheard him. I could swear he mentioned a bottle and a diaper. But when Skarg lifts my lower half up by the ankles and spreads something under me, I decide I heard Kafran just fine.
I shove at Papi with both hands. “No, Papi, no.”
He ignores my useless attempt to stop him, spreads my knees, and pulls the soft material up between my legs. “I know it’s hard to accept, Baby girl, but from now on you’ll empty your waste into a diaper.”
I shake my head. “No, Papi. I’m not a baby. I don’t want to wear a diaper.”
“I know you’re not a baby, Mercy, but this is our custom. It’s one of the ways we care for our mates. We will take care of you in every way, Baby girl. That includes feeding you and changing you. It’s how we’ll know that you’re getting enough to eat and evacuating often enough.”
“I’m too old for a diaper.” I reach for it and tug at the sides, hating how it feels between my legs. It’s soft enough—like the towel that’s now under me—but it’s bulky and awkward. “Adult humans don’t use diapers.”
He grabs my wrists again and holds them to my sides, flattening my hands against the mattress. “I know that’s your custom on Earth, but on Eleadia, our females use diapers. We don’t even have bathrooms like you’re used to on Earth.”
I whimper and squirm. “Don’t want to.” Also I’m suddenly aware that I need to pee.
Kafran returns. He’s holding a bottle. It’s large with a nipple that will fit my adult mouth.
I purse my lips and turn my head away. This can’t be happening.
Chapter Six
Skarg
We knew this would happen. It’s a universal response. Little girls from Earth are not prepared to submit to their mates. They’ve never been doted on the way Eleadian men treat their females. They haven’t worn diapers or taken bottles since they were very young. The custom is jarring to them and always causes rebellion.
We’re prepared, and there are two of us. We can handle one small girl’s tantrums.
I hate that she has such a poor body image. It’s distorted, and it angers me that others caused her to think she was less than perfect. Neither Kafran nor I will ever care what size our Little girl is. Besides the fact that Fate has wired us to find her to be the most attractive being alive, I know that even if I were an observer, I would find her to be stunning.
Her soft tummy makes me want to set my cheek against it. We’ll be able to grip her thighs and bottom without fear of breaking her. I can’t wait to see little blue bruises on her bottom from my fingertips.
Her skin is delicate and smooth. I want to rub my face against every inch of her, inhaling her scent as I do.
“Can I let go of your wrists now, Baby girl? Will you be a good girl for me? Or do you need me to keep them restrained for a while longer?”
She pouts, her bottom lip pushing out adorably. “I don’t want to wear a diaper,” she argues. When she wants to, she can really dig her heels in on an issue.
I bend forward and kiss her cheek. “Tell Papi when you’re ready to be a good girl.”
She squirms as I continue to hold her arms at her sides. She’s fighting a losing battle, but it’s expected. I’m not angry or even frustrated. In fact, I think she’s taken everything that’s happened to her so far quite well.
“Papi…” she whines.
I wait patiently, watching her struggle.
Kafran stands next to us. He sets a hand on her tummy and rubs her soft skin. When he starts to palpate her belly, she winces and bucks harder. Now I realize she needs to pee. His fingers are directly over her bladder, pressing against her just enough to exacerbate her need to urinate.
She shakes her head back and forth. “No no no no no…”
I say nothing. We won’t argue with her. This isn’t up for debate anyway. We can and will outwait her. Riand will understand. He’s used to delays. They happen often. He spends a lot of time on standby, waiting to transport people to the mothership.
“Papi,” she cries out, arching her chest.
We wait. We can wait all night if necessary. I can hold my Little girl’s hands down and stare at her pretty body forever. Kafran isn’t going to grow weary of palpating her bladder.
