Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“That’s smart. I’m glad they have special places like that. What about noises or lights?” Dr. Pedersen asks.
I relax further, knowing he obviously has some knowledge about people like me.
Daddy nods. “Loud noises, strobe lights, crunchy foods like chips. We avoid all of those things.”
Dr. Pedersen pats my thigh, but he does so slowly, making sure I’m aware he’s about to touch me. He does understand. “Well, there won’t be any crunchy food in her diet this week. Formula only. Is it okay if your Daddy takes your clothes off so I can examine you? I promise not to make any sudden movements, and I’ll explain everything as I go along.”
I shudder. He’s going to examine me naked? I glance at Daddy to make sure I’m understanding correctly.
He reaches for the hem of my shirt and lifts. “Arms up, Baby girl.”
Goosebumps rise all over my skin as soon as my shirt is gone. I cover my boobs immediately. Daddy is the only man who has ever seen me naked, except maybe when I was a toddler. Now two other men are seeing me.
“How about if I start by listening to your heart, Little one?” the doctor suggests as he stands. “Can you sit up tall for me and lower your hands to your sides?”
I swallow. “I don’t like needles. You aren’t going to give me a shot, are you?”
“I don’t think so,” Dr. Pedersen responds. “I assume all your shots are up to date.”
Brian holds a tablet out in front of the doctor.
Dr. Pedersen scans the information. “You’re twenty-two… Got all your shots as a child… You take birth control pills…” He lifts his gaze after absorbing the details from my chart. I assume Daddy filled it out before we arrived. “I don’t see any reason for a shot today,” he declares.
“I don’t like sharp things either.” I’m stalling.
He nods. “No sharp things.”
I take a deep breath. “It doesn’t smell bad in here.”
Brian chuckles. “We work hard on that. No Little girls like the scent of antiseptic. You’re not the only one.”
It’s hard to find a problem with this visit, but I’m still skeptical.
Dr. Pedersen stands to one side of me, rubbing the disk of his stethoscope.
Daddy rubs my back. “Lower your arms, princess. Sit up tall,” he reminds me.
I do as I’m told, but my face heats when I glance down to confirm my nipples are hard points.
“Breathe normally for me,” the doctor instructs as he holds the disk up between my breasts.
I glance at Daddy. “I’m embarrassed. Maybe it’s cold in here?” I whisper.
Dr. Pedersen pats my shoulder. “My Little girl gets embarrassed when she comes to the doctor too. It’s perfectly normal. Let me tell you something.”
I shift my gaze to his even though my face keeps getting hotter, and I want to cover my boobies, and I’m feeling very Little.
“It’s extremely common for Little girls who enjoy deep age play to also enjoy medical play.” He lifts a brow, waiting for me to understand.
I purse my lips.
He continues, “Although this is a real clinic, and everyone who works here is a real doctor or nurse, and we treat real illnesses and injuries, we also know that most of our clients are titillated by the idea of being exposed and examined. I will take my cues from your reactions, Little one, and give you the sort of experience you need.”
“I don’t need to see a doctor at all,” I tell him softly.
He cups my face and holds my gaze. “You’re not the first Little girl to squirm on my table with flushed cheeks, hard little nipples, and heavy breaths. You’re also not the first Little girl to argue she didn’t need to see me.”
My breath hitches.
Dr. Pedersen continues to listen to my heart and lungs, taking his time all around my front and back. He’s not careful about my nipples either. He grazes them several times. I realize now it’s intentional. That embarrasses me further.
I jerk my gaze to Daddy, wondering if it bothers him that someone else is making me horny.
He simply smiles and pats my thigh.
“Can you lie back for me now, Josie?” Dr. Pedersen asks.
Daddy helps me lie on my back.
Nurse Brian comes to the head of the table behind me. “Will it be okay if I hold your hands, sweetie?” he asks.
I tip my head back, confused.
“Brian will help you keep your hands out of the way while I examine you,” Dr. Pedersen clarifies.
Daddy removes my shoes and socks while Dr. Pedersen gently guides my hands above my head.
I gasp at the sensation of having my body stretched out and exposed. It’s so much more intense with my hands clasped in Brian’s grip. My breasts are high on my chest. My nipples are so tight.
And then Daddy removes my diaper.
I whimper. My bottom lip trembles. My pussy is swollen and wet. I can feel it. When the air hits my folds, I nearly moan. It’s confusing, and I’m slightly mortified.