Published: February 3rd 2022, 6:07:09 am
We rode in what looked to be a saucer-shaped limousine, but there was no discernable driver. The two otters were shorter than Daddy, but still gigantic at 8 feet tall, with bright blue fur.
Daddy insisted on being the one to pick me up from the stroller.
"He's in delicate condition," he click-warbled. "It's because he was allowed to wander around free. My fault..."
The two blue creatures scrambled to stow away the stroller as soon as I was out of it. I thought they might drive us back toward the rest of the complex, but instead they got into the cab right after us. Managing to sit on the plush seating rather stiffly.
Inside our saucer-limo was a large circular area with plush blue tufted velvet seating all the way around. The kind of thing King Louis the XIV might have had for his saucer-limo, if such technology had existed in those days. It looked luxurious, but I wasn't going to get to enjoy it like the others.
"Oh, good!" Daddy exclaimed. "You brought the seat I requested."
I saw what looked to be an oversized and well-padded car seat with way more restraints than seemed necessary to hold me in place. Aside from the straps and metal rings set into the body of the seat, there was an open bodysuit of sorts flopped open over the arm and leg rests car seat. The whole setup looked like it was made to hold a bear or gorilla, and I quickly understood I wasn't going anywhere as Daddy carefully wrapped me in the soft, spongy yet rubbery casing, effectively encasing my body in a soft layer of protection like a thick wetsuit. He hummed a tune that dipped in and out of my range of hearing as he layered strap after strap securely over my padded body. Over my chest, my stomach, across each of my shoulders, my biceps, my forearms, over my thighs, pulling them wide open, over my knees, and shins. He narrowed the headrest until I found I couldn't turn my neck at all. I was completely comfortable, but totally immobile.
The seat conspicuously left only a few things uncovered.. My head, my hands and feet, and my crotch. But then he tugged down on the sleeves and my hands were soon covered too.
"There we go, kiddo," he said, giving my diaper a squeeze in front, then he leaned in and lowered his voice. "Best to keep an eye on that diaper of yours at all times since you won't be speaking, little one. Now about that drink..."
He gave his head a little tilt and a tube snaked out from somewhere to the left of my vision, attaching to the button of my pacifier. I watched as a blue liquid run through it and moments later tasted the cool splash as it poured over my tongue. I had to gulp it down.
"That's a good pet," said Daddy, patting me on the head as if I had a choice in the matter. He looked over to the two attendants. "He's to be kept immobile for the day while he heals. After that, I want him restrained, or restricted to proper containment pens until we can train him up - if he can in fact be trained."
"Yes, sir," they both said, nodding in unison.
"I don't want him bored like he was on the ship either. Make sure the others take a look at his files as well when you relay this information to them. You'll all get plenty of ideas from our recordings how to keep Spot entertained.
The two otters looked at each other and I thought I could detect the hint of a smirk on their lips, but I couldn't pay attention too closely because I was busy dealing with the deluge of liquid entering my system. Already I could feel the front of my diaper warming.
"Looks like the HyperHydration liquid is doing it's job on Spot," said Daddy, sitting back with his arm on top of the backrest, relaxed. He smiled as he reached over and rested his hand on the front of my diaper, softly kneading the material, and making me moan. It seemed that when he did it, my chastity cage remained pliable. But as soon as I humped or tried to touch my diaper it would be rigid as steel. Being unable to move meant that wouldn't happen, but the stimulation was agonizingly slow, especially as my padding swelled with hot piss.
"Will he be your child, master?" asked one of the otters, leaning forward with a curious look. The other one gave him a stern glance and softly cuffed his chest with the back of his paw.
Daddy chuckled. "You always were a curious one, *****. No, I probably won't. It would be a shame to make him ordinary after going so far out of my way to procure him. I think I'll keep him like this..."
The two looked at each other, their grins getting slightly more noticeable.
"You two seem to like that answer, he said. I tried to call out to tell him to rub me harder, but he was paying me little mind. I could feel my tummy expanding uncomfortably as well. He did know I wasn't an inflatable toy, didn't he?
"Master's pleasure is our pleasure," they said, bowing in unison. It sounded rehearsed but I could see from the smiles on their faces that they really did like what they were hearing. Daddy continued to tell them of his plans for me, casually flicking off the translator with a tilt of his head so all I heard were chirrups and squeaks of surprise, glee, goodness knows what. I was left to drink down the blue juice as best I could. I whined into my pacifier, feeling beyond quenched at this point. The diaper had expanded to halfway down my thighs, and I wondered if I would be able to keep drinking. Then the rumbling started. I thought it was the engine at first, until i realized that we had been floating for some time. I sucked on the pacifier in surprise and was rewarded by another low rumble between my legs. I gave it another suck, increasing the juice flow. Another low rumble. Soon I was sucking for dear life, uncaring of how full I was getting. I just had to cum! This endless edging from Daddy was driving me nuts.
Daddy turned his head and looked down at me with a mildly surprised and very delighted look on his face, and the two others leaned forward, watching me with interest. He opened his mouth and let out a happy chirrup, giving my diaper a few pats, then rubbing my belly. I squeezed my eyes shut, as I sucked. It seemed like I had reached an equilibrium of liquid intake and output, drinking and wetting at equal rates so that I no longer felt so desperate. Daddy and the other two nodded at each other, but I couldn't devote any of my attention to figuring out what that meant. I had found the perfect balance of stimulation and hydration, and I was not about to let that go when the potential for stickies was so close. Daddy chuckled and clapped his hands. The liquid-carrying tube withdrew, and with it, the added vibratory stimulation.
"Behave yourself when I introduce you to everyone, and I'll make sure you finish," he said. "Deal?"
I nodded, my cheeks puffing out in frustrated resignation as I tried to calm myself down. What was I doing? I couldn't believe I had been acting so horny in front of these strangers. The diaper was practically bulging out to my knees now, and I knew how ridiculous I must look. Daddy, on the other hand, seemed to be extra chipper as he looked out the windows. With the tube out of the way, and no longer dominating my attention, I saw that we were coasting by a massive ornately carved buildings with furry creatures of various eye watering hues walking here and there on the flat green earth.
"Over there!" said Daddy, pointing toward a gigantic tree, under which a number of bright-green-furred creatures were sitting. We floated that way. Daddy chirruped with joy as our limo came to a stop and he bolted out the door to run out to the assortment of vaguely familiar looking creatures of various sizes and forms. A large, slightly chubby looking bweasel (I don't know what else to call them) turned his head in surprise, and then gave a gentle smile as Daddy bounded up to him and gave him a big hug. I realized that among his kind, Daddy wasn't all that large at all, and I had to reassess my situation once again. Were these the older siblings Daddy had spoken of?
Daddy had seemed a bit defensive about his age and I could see why. For a centenarian he sure hadn't caught up to the largest of his 'siblings' from what I could see. He also seemed much more excitable, chittering away as he pointed back toward the vehicle, then signaling with his paws, I don't know what. The two otters seemed to understand though, because they immediately began the long process of unstrapping me.
"It's a special day for Master," said one of the two. "His very first personal pet. What a lucky one he is."
"Yes, a lucky pair, these two. This means that young master is ready for..."
They both looked down at me with a smile as they pulled the final layer of protective covering off of me, and I realized they had been saying all this for my benefit.
"The Banding..."