Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I stiffen and glance at Daddy on one side of me and then Papa on the other. They aren’t surprised. They knew this. I’m trying to wrap my head around the doctor’s insinuation, but it’s not difficult. He’s suggesting that if I enjoy myself in his office, I can come back and do it again.
I’m trembling as I hold my breath. I fist my hands at my sides, hoping no one will notice my reaction. Ever since my Daddies told me about this upcoming visit to the doctor last night, I’ve been in a tizzy.
I couldn’t get to sleep last night, and I was grateful Papa had tucked me into the crib in the nursery and left me alone. They both checked on me twice when they saw me tossing around through the baby monitor.
I told my Daddies last night that I was too excited to sleep, but that was a fib. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about this trip to the doctor’s office. It had overshadowed everything else we might do this week.
I haven’t been to see a doctor since my Daddies essentially adopted me and made sure I knew I was theirs. They don’t know about my secret fantasies. And now they’re going to find out because I won’t be able to hide it.
I know lots of Littles also enjoy medical play with their age play. It’s common enough. I’ve heard other girls talking about it at Rawhide Ranch. The closest I’ve ever come to experiencing it before now has been in my head.
And what’s in my head is very naughty. It’s making my nipples hard and my pussy wet and needy. I stiffen my legs, fighting the urge to squeeze them together, which I couldn’t do even if I wanted to in this diaper.
I’m sure my face is flushed and probably my chest too. And everyone is going to know it. Everyone is going to know I’m aroused. I don’t care that lots of Little girls get aroused by the idea of medical play. I’m not most girls. I’m just me. I’m Eloise Grace. I’m mortified.
When the door to the room opens, I flinch and look up to find another man stepping in. He smiles just as warmly as he introduces himself. “Hi there, Little one. I’m Nurse Brian. I’m here to help out if I’m needed.”
Now there are four men in the room. Two of them are strangers. I need the floor to open up and swallow me, and we haven’t even started.
As if my thought conjures the next words out of Dr. Morgan’s mouth, he stands and says, “Let’s get started.” He glances at my Daddy and then my Papa. “Go ahead and remove everything and we’ll get her on the scale first.”
I start shaking as Papa pulls my shirt over my head while Daddy removes my sandals. They both tug on a tab at the sides of my diaper, and moments later, I’m lifted onto my bare feet and set on the floor butt naked.
Daddy pats my bottom. “Head on over to the scale, Baby girl.”
Do they all know about the butterflies in my tummy? What will my Daddies think if I get aroused from these two other men touching me? Will they be mad? Disappointed? Hurt?
I shuffle to the scale and step onto it, trembling so badly I fear I might fall off. It seems all the blood in my head has rushed down south, leaving me feeling faint.
“Arms at your sides, Little one,” Dr. Morgan encourages. “Stand up tall for me so I can get your height.”
I hadn’t realized I was covering my boobs with my arms. I lower them as goosebumps rise all over my skin. Everyone is watching. All four of them can see my boobies. Are they judging me? I know my chest is small. Daddy and Papa have made it clear they don’t care and they think I’m pretty, but did they just say that to humor me?
“Good girl,” Dr. Morgan says when he’s done. “You can help her sit back on the end of the table now,” he tells my Daddies.
Papa lifts me up and settles me back on the table. He slides a hand down my arm and clasps my fingers in his. Daddy does the same on the other side.
Dr. Morgan returns to stand in front of me. He’s holding up his stethoscope. “Sit up tall for me, Little one. I’m going to listen to your heart.”
I’m breathing heavily. He can’t miss that. I bet my pulse is racing so hard he’ll think I’m sick.
I whimper when his knuckles graze my nipples. It happens several times. I suspect it’s intentional. It’s also working. The doctor knows it. Everyone knows it.
Dr. Morgan looks in my ears, nose, and throat, recording information on his tablet often. “You can have her lie back now.”