Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
What? Why? I try to jerk my hips to buck Papi’s hand from my tummy but he’s too strong. When I lift my head, I can barely see what’s happening. Dankin is holding some sort of tube.
He glances at me. “Just relax, Little one. This isn’t going to hurt. It’s called a catheter. I’m going to slide it up into your bladder to release your urine.”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. He’s already inserting the tube. It feels so strange as he eases it into my body. Suddenly I feel relief as my bladder empties. I don’t know where it’s going. There’s no sound. Thank goodness. But now I don’t feel the intense urge to pee.
“I’m going to leave it in for a while,” Dankin informs Papi. “When I’m finished with her exam, it will continue to drain into her diaper until you’re ready to leave the ship. It will help her get used to the feeling of wearing a wet diaper. When you get home and visit the clinic, let Chadka and Thabo know that she might need a catheter reinsertion. It’s not uncommon. Plenty of Little girls are stubborn about using a diaper at first. Until she stops fighting you on that issue, it’s best to force her to wet herself.”
I stare at the ceiling, stunned. There are no words. As the doctor moves from topic to topic, discussing my most intimate body parts so clinically, I feel numb. Totally out of my body.
I’m not remotely surprised when he switches to discussing my rectum and my bowel movements. Equally mortified but not shocked. I clench my cheeks as tight as I can, but there’s no stopping him from pushing a finger up inside my bottom.
“Occasionally it’s necessary to insert a rectal catheter if a Little girl is particularly stubborn about keeping her bowels empty. Let them know at the clinic if that becomes an issue, too.”
His finger is so huge. It feels like it’s three inches thick inside a hole that has always been exit only. It’s frustrating, especially since the doctor is unlocking nerve endings I didn’t even know I had inside my bottom.
“Go ahead and rub her clit,” Dankin instructs. “It will help for her to learn that the inside of her bottom and her urethra are both sensitive, and touching them can cause arousal.”
There’s no time to protest. Papi strokes my clit immediately, causing me feel even more aroused than I have previously. I can’t stop the growing need to come. It’s building so fast. My bottom clenches the doctor’s finger, and my pee hole grips the tube.
Papi pinches my clit over and over until the pressure is bigger than I can contain, and I reach my peak, coming so hard that I cry out. My voice echoes off the walls, and I don’t even care. They wanted me to orgasm. Fine. I did.
Chapter Seven
Zingar
Bailey is blissed out and floaty while the doctor continues her exam. I know she’s frustrated and stressed from everything she’s endured, but she’s also smiling, and her heart rate is more even. She doesn’t even balk when Dankin inserts the thick probe into her bottom to collect data. Nor does she argue when he fastens a diaper around her, leaving the catheter in place.
She’s too tired to argue with me as I settle in a rocking chair in the room across the hall to feed her a bottle.
While she sucks, I explain some things to her. “After your bottle, you can nap for a while. We’ll enter a transport vessel as soon as Dankin clears you with a clean bill of health. I’ll put you to sleep, and you’ll remain that way for the entire journey. When you wake up, we’ll be home. It will seem like you simply took a nap even though six months will have passed.”
She holds my gaze. She’s much calmer than she was earlier.
“When you wake up, you’ll be extremely weak from being in stasis. It takes about two weeks to fully regain your strength. You won’t even be able to speak for the first few days. I don’t want you to panic. The condition is temporary. I will always be with you, helping you get back on your feet.”
When my Little girl finishes her bottle, I pop a pacifier in her mouth. Instead of putting her in the crib across the room, I hold her close, rocking her, enjoying the way she snuggles into me.
She was stressed during the exam. Even after I pierced her breast with a calming serum, she was still panicky. But that’s over now. She’s more peaceful. I hope she wasn’t too traumatized by the exam. She will need to accept that I’ll be taking her to the clinic often on Eleadia. Eventually it won’t seem so odd to her. I know our ways are unusual for humans. They aren’t accustomed to being naked and so intimately examined. It embarrasses them. But time will help her accept that her health will always be my number one priority. Everything she’s been exposed to for her first twenty-one years will fade as months and eventually decades replace her world with a new normal.