Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I release a breath when Dr. Morgan finishes that part of the exam, but my relief is short-lived because the next thing he does is round to the end of the table and remove my diaper.
I’m breathing heavily at the new level of exposure when he lifts my ankles, bends my legs and presses my knees toward my chest. He clasps both ankles in one hand and uses the other to dab some kind or ointment on my bottom.
I whimper and tighten my forbidden hole.
“I’m just going to take your temperature, sweetie. Relax for me.” A second before he touches my bottom again, I glance to the side and catch the thermometer in his hand.
I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes closed.
“Breathe, baby girl. It’s just a thermometer,” Daddy says. He’s still holding my wrists, and I think this is probably for the best. “Melody…” he warns.
I blink at him and draw in a breath, though I don’t want to.
“Good girl. Again.”
I hold his gaze while I breathe through this humiliation. I don’t even know why it bothers me. Dr. Morgan is a medical professional. He’s just examining me. My nervousness is all in my head.
When he finally removes the thermometer, I breathe out, thinking this part is over. But before I can relax, the doctor presses a finger up inside my bottom and rotates it around, feeling inside me.
I feel the heat creep up my cheeks and down my chest while he continues to prod inside my rectum. It doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, it feels kind of good, and I hate that.
Finally, he withdraws his finger and lowers my legs.
I’m panting, and I don’t even care that the doctor lifts first one foot and then the other into stirrups. He parts them wide and settles on a stool between my legs.
I will myself to breathe, staring at the ceiling, reminding myself I’ve had pelvic exams before. This is no different. Except it is.
He palpates my pussy, examining my labia and my clit. I’m wet. He has to notice that. So does Daddy. “I’m going to put the speculum in now, sweetie. It’s a bit cold. Relax for me.”
As the metal slides into my channel, I grit my teeth. He spreads it open, swabs my cervix, and removes it. It’s all over quickly, and then he’s on his feet. He pushes two fingers up inside my pussy and presses against the front wall, using the other hand to apply pressure to my pelvis.
I’m exhausted by the time he removes his fingers and pats my pussy. He looks at Daddy. “Everything looks good. Make sure you use plenty of diaper cream to protect her skin, especially the first few weeks. I advise you not to change her every time she wets herself the smallest amount to avoid her manipulating you. These diapers are very absorbent. A little moisture and discomfort won’t hurt her. Diaper training is the hardest part. It sounds like she’s doing well so far, but if things change don’t hesitate to bring her in. I’ve seen more than a few Littles try to control their Mommies and Daddies the only way they can, by holding it in too long or the opposite, constantly wanting to be changed. You’ll need to nip that in the bud fast.”
Daddy nods.
The doctor removes his gloves and eases my legs from the stirrups. He leaves me naked on the table with a hand on my thigh, patting me while he continues to talk to Daddy. “You’re on a strictly formula diet for now, right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. And you’ve got everything you need for a few weeks, I assume? The bottles were labeled and in the fridge when you arrived?”
Daddy nods. “Yes. I think we’re set.”
“Excellent. As long as you stick to the feeding schedule and don’t have any issues, I won’t need to see her again for two weeks. For now, make sure she’s emptying every bottle. Four a day. You can adjust the times to suit your preferences. The morning and afternoon bottles are the same. The noon bottles will help her nap. The nighttime ones will get her through about ten hours. Did she sleep through the night last night?”
“Yes. No problems.”
Dr. Morgan nods and glances at me with a smile. “Perfect. We can adjust the formula a bit if she has trouble sleeping all night or if she wakes up groggy.”
“Should I expect her to wet herself in her sleep?” Daddy asks. He has released his tight grip on my wrists, but his hand remains there, patting me, so I don’t lower my arms.
“That’s entirely up to you. Probably not with the current formula, assuming you don’t let her drink juice all evening before bedtime. Most Littles become very agitated and disturbed if they wake up wet. It’s perfectly fine for her to consciously wet herself after she awakes. If incontinence is something you want to explore later, we can discuss it.”