Unnerved by how he makes me feel, I squirm in his arms and become aware of my bladder. “Put me down. I need to pee.”
“I like holding you, Janelle. You don’t need me to put you down to go pee-pee. You can do so at any time. I wrapped a soft cloth around your bottom.”
I gasp and struggle in his arms, trying to push more upright. There is indeed something thick between my legs.
I’m certain he has the strength to easily keep me right where he wants me, but he seems to humor me by propping me up in his arms.
The blanket wrapped around me falls away, and all the blood drains from my face when I see that I’m wearing nothing but a diaper. I instantly cover my chest. Tears come to my eyes. I’m so embarrassed. My lips start trembling.
“Shh. You’re okay, Baby girl. I’ve got you.” He shifts so that he’s holding me under my arms and flattens my chest to his, leaving my feet dangling. He tucks a hand under my diapered bottom.
I glance down to see that I’m far higher off the floor than I could have imagined. He’s gigantic. That part was definitely true. It only heightens my nervousness.
The giant starts walking. He carries me out of the room we were in and into another. I see a bed that’s incredibly high off the floor and huge. It would have to be if he sleeps there. He lowers me onto the mattress.
When I shove at his shoulders to get him off of me, he grabs my wrists and lifts my hands over my head. He easily clasps both of my arms with one of his and pins me to the bed. He uses a knee to part my legs and leans into me so I’m immobile.
“Please…” I beg. “I need to use the bathroom. I’m seriously going to wet myself.”
“You’ll never use a bathroom again, Janelle. We don’t have restrooms on my planet. You’ll learn to use a diaper.” He brings his free hand to my stomach and presses against my bladder. I only know this because I almost lose control and wet myself.
I squirm and buck against him. “No. I don’t want to use a diaper. Please let me go potty.”
His hand slides up to my breast, and I gasp as he grips it. Before I can imagine what his intention is, he bends his head to my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
I’m so mortified that I can’t breathe, and my horror doubles when he pricks my nipple with that quill thingy. Mynipple. I hate him seeing my chest, but I hate even more that his attention feels kind of good.
In seconds, my entire body relaxes. It’s not just that. It’s more. Something is happening to me. I don’t understand it. I want him to keep touching my swollen bud.
He does that thing again where he meets my gaze and holds it. I’m in a trance, and my breath hitches when his thumb grazes over my tight nipple.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “Deep breaths. Submit to Papi.”
He switches his palm to my other breast, cups it gently, and strokes over the tight bud until it matches its twin—hard and tingling. There’s a fluttering in my stomach. It feels like I swallowed a beehive. And my private parts are tingling like my nipples.
My breath hitches when the man pinches the hard tip. It hurts, but at the same time a rush of blood seems to head for my sex. What’s happening to me?
When he releases my nipple, his hand trails down to my tummy, and he once again pushes against my bladder. “Wet your diaper for Papi, Little one. Let it go.”
All I can focus on is the fact that he pinched one nipple and pricked the other one. I arch my chest off the bed because some bizarre part of me wants him to make them match.
“You need to pee yourself, Baby girl.” His voice is sterner. “Do you need Papi to spank your bottom?”
I gasp. All the air leaves my lungs. Spank me? It seems like a reasonable thing for him to say considering the fact that I’m wearing a diaper. Suddenly, I realize maybe he thinks I’m much younger than my age. I know I look it. I’m so small, and I’m underweight. I’ve never had enough boobs to even warrant wearing a bra, but I’ve always worn one because my mother reprimanded me when I didn’t.
This man must think I’m about ten years old. I lick my lips. “I’m not a baby.”
“I know you’re not, Little one. I saw your license. You turned twenty-four recently. But on my planet males take care of their females in every way. You will always be coddled and doted on by me.”
He somehow manages to squeeze my bladder just right, making me lose total control and wet myself. I’m mortified, andhe’s smiling like I just did the most impressive thing he’s ever seen.
“That’s a good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“It’s icky.”
He chuckles, the vibrations causing my entire body to tremble as if it’s responding to him. The fluttering continues.
“Is your name Papi?” I ask to distract myself from all the things happening at once—top among them the wet diaper grossing me out and the way my body craves his attention.
