Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
We don’t go to Daddy’s office the next morning. I don’t dare ask why. It’s not my place. But I find out when there’s a knock at the door, and then Daddy lets Yamal into the apartment.
I try not to audibly sigh. This is the fourth time he’s visited since I arrived eight days ago. I’m the most examined being in the universe. Daddy doesn’t just worry about my safety. He also frets about my health.
After Yamal sets up his dreaded exam table, Daddy lifts me off the floor and sets me on my bottom.
“Her clothing came,” Yamal comments.
“Yes. Yesterday. It’s keeping her warmer. She doesn’t shiver as much. I can turn the temperature in the apartment back to a comfortable level.”
Yamal nods. “I bet that’s nice. You were sweating the last time I came,” he jokes as he guides me onto my back and moves the leash out of the way over my shoulder.
I’m wearing lavender pajamas today, and Yamal pulls the zipper all the way from under my chin to down one leg. He gently guides my arms out of the sleeves while Daddy removes my feet from the footed legs.
Yamal lifts the leash and follows the length of it with his eyes. “Ah, I heard you had eyehooks installed. How is that working out for you?” Yamal barely looks at me. He rarely speaks to me directly.
Daddy doesn’t like me to talk much when Yamal visits.
I said a lot the first time he saw me, but since then, I’ve kept my mouth shut.
I don’t think Yamal fully grasps my cognitive abilities.
I think he’s still got it in his head that I’m truly a pet with similar features to the Venkorians. That’s how Daddy prefers it.
“Vabar put them in yesterday. My Little pet is still adjusting to being even more restrained, but I’m breathing easier.” Daddy strokes my thigh and smiles at me while he talks about me.
I have a pacifier, which I now realize he put in my mouth earlier so that I would know not to speak while Yamal is here.
“I can understand your concerns. Smart move. Rumors are spreading about the arrival of the two humans.”
I perk up at the mention of Adryn. I want to know how she is. When I asked Daddy, he only told me that Adryn was purchased by one of his coworkers and that she was in good hands. He wouldn’t share more than that, insisting he really didn’t know much. I hope I get to see her eventually.
Yamal continues, “Arrangements are being made to bring another litter of humans from the space station. There’s already a waiting list to purchase one. Soon, there will be a human pet in half the homes in this city.”
Daddy nods. “I’m glad. The more people who have a human, the less I’ll worry about mine being the center of everyone’s attention.”
Yamal restrains my hands above my head, adds a strap across my torso, and then listens to my heart. He doesn’t address me as he looks in my eyes, my ears, and my nose. He simply manhandles my head into the position he wants.
He palpates my breasts, pinches my nipples—I presume to check how they react—and moves lower to press around on my tummy.
Daddy removes my diaper and spreads my knees.
“Is she wetting and defecating regularly?”
“Yes.”
“Is she using a diaper at all times? Or have you introduced a litter box?”
“She’s always diapered.”
Yamal nods. “As I said on the phone, I’m going to examine her reproductive organs today. I’m mostly looking to see if there’s any chance humans are able to self-procreate.”
“Okay. And what did you discover from the bloodwork you took a few days ago?” Daddy asks.
“You don’t have to worry about impregnating her. Even though on the outside, our species look uncannily similar, we do not share the same DNA sequence. Our chromosomal makeup does not match either. There’s no chance of your sperm combining with her eggs.”
Daddy releases a breath and smiles. “Good. I’ve held off entering her with my cock because I didn’t want to risk getting her pregnant.”
My face heats. Was it really necessary for him to share that much detail?
Venkorians are proving to be far more open about things that humans consider private matters.
Granted, I have no memory of life on Earth, but my lessons have taught me that humans didn’t openly discuss bowel movements and urination, let alone their sexual habits.
“Have you been stretching her vagina with your tongue?”
“Yes. I increase the pressure against her tight walls a bit more every time. I think she’s ready.”
“I’ll check the width and flexibility of her vagina while I’m examining her.”
I squeeze my eyes closed. I don’t want or need the doctor to spread my pussy open wide to make sure I can accept Daddy’s cock.
How embarrassing. But I don’t have a say in this.
I’m sure if I didn’t have the pacifier and I argued my case, I’d end up flipped on my tummy so Daddy could spank my bottom so hard that I wouldn’t want to sit on it for days.
Daddy moves around to my side and strokes stray hairs from my forehead while Yamal lifts my feet into what he calls stirrups.
He straps my legs to the metal contraptions on either side of my body, adjusts them so they are obscenely wide, and then drops the end of the table so that my bottom is close to the edge.
I whimper as he sits between my legs and palpates my folds.
“Her pussy is more swollen every time I see her.” He pulls the hood back from my clit. “And her clit is engorged. I’ll take that as a sign that she’s growing more and more physically attached to you.”
Daddy bends over and kisses my temple. “Yes.” He smiles at me.
Yamal rubs something on my labia before lining up a cold object with my entrance. He eases it into me. “I’m going to slowly open the speculum until she experiences discomfort,” he informs Daddy.
The gradual stretch is frustrating. I hate how exposed I am.
Daddy cups one of my breasts and strokes my nipple. “Look at me, Little pet.”
I turn my head his direction.
“Good girl. Pretend it’s my tongue inside your cunt. You like it when I expand inside you.”
My breath hitches. Darn him. He’s making me aroused.
“Such a good Little pet,” he praises, thumbing my nipples, back and forth.
It feels like my pussy is stretched a foot wide, though I’m sure that’s not true. I feel the pressure, but it doesn’t hurt, probably because Daddy is giving me pleasure instead of discomfort.
“Her vaginal walls have plenty of elasticity. You shouldn’t have any issue entering her. Even your length will be fine.”
Daddy smiles before he bends over and sucks one of my titties.
I moan. I’m incapable of telling him to stop or swatting him away. I don’t even want to. A part of me simply does not care if he makes me orgasm in front of this doctor every time the man visits.
Yamal stops touching me, though he has left the speculum inside me, holding me wide. He pulls a small computer out of his bag, opens it, and sets it somewhere in front of him. He must have a shelf below my bottom.
“I’m going to enter her with a probe now that will allow me to see her other organs.” He removes the speculum, and then I feel another object at my entrance. That would be the probe. I can’t see it. I don’t want to.
It turns out it’s not as wide as he had me stretched. It’s also not as large as Daddy’s tongue can get. He moves it around inside my vagina, glancing at his computer over and over.
“She has a uterus, as expected. She also has fallopian tubes and ovaries, much like our own females. However, I don’t see any evidence that she has any male organs that would allow her to inseminate herself.”
I could have told him that, but who would listen to me? No one. I’m a pet. How could I possibly know that I can’t self-reproduce? I barely refrain from rolling my eyes.
“Everything else looks normal. Kidneys, liver, stomach, intestines… Not many surprises.”
“Good.” Daddy is smiling broadly. I suspect he’s relieved to find out I can’t reproduce without a human male.
He’s even more pleased to discover he can’t impregnate me either.
I know he’s been concerned about my size.
He feared a half-Venkorian fetus would be too large and kill me. I agree. The idea horrifies me.
The doctor finally removes the probe.
I blow out a breath.
He does not, however, unfasten my legs while he talks to Daddy about how I’ve been eating, my kibble, my formula, my weight, and how often I use my diaper. Do I need an enema? Do I need a laxative? Do I need a stronger anxiety suppository?
After a few minutes, I block out this conversation for my own sanity. I’m going to need ten anxiety pills if they don’t release me and stop talking about me like I’m not here.
When it’s over, the two of them finally unfasten me. Daddy lifts my naked body into his arms and rocks me against him while Yamal packs up his table and zips up his bag. I don’t relax until he’s finally gone.
Daddy kisses my temple. “It’s over, Little pet.” He continues pacing around the room, bouncing me like a baby while my heart rate slows. He can’t move very far in any direction because I’m leashed to the eyehook in the floor.
Eventually, he tips me back and removes my pacifier. “Deep breaths.”
I do as I’m told, sucking in oxygen through my nose.
“Good girl. I know that was stressful, but we needed that information.”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
“I don’t like it when your anxiety is this high.” His brow furrows.
I want to tell him I don’t like it when he spreads me open naked and restrains me so the doctor can stretch out my pussy, but I purse my lips.
“I’m going to give you the calming medicine and then put you down for a nap. I’ll work in my home office while you sleep.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He disconnects what I now know is my living room leash and carries me to the bedroom.
I don’t argue while he puts two of the pills into my bottom and massages them inside my rectum for several minutes.
He kisses my pussy several times while the medicine starts working.
I don’t like how aroused I get when he fingers my bottom, but I can’t pretend I’m not enjoying it.
There will never be any hiding from him. He knows everything.
By the time he diapers me and puts my jammies back on, I’m nearly asleep. He carries me to the kennel in his office and squats down to help me crawl inside. After covering me up, he locks the door with a snick—the sound I’m beginning to associate with safety.
I find a pacifier, curl into a ball, and snuggle with the stuffed animal he keeps in this kennel. Blessed sleep takes me under within minutes.