Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Her face heated as Dr. Jones moved to the end of the table. “Let’s get your legs in the stirrups, Little one.” He lifted first one and then the other leg, placing them in the kind of stirrups she’d seen pictures of.
Mindy had never been to a gynecologist, but she knew this was the sort of table they had. The stirrups alone weren’t so bad, but she arched her chest when he added restraints at her ankles and above her knees.
Wetness leaked from her a moment later as Dr. Jones adjusted the stirrups so her legs were spread obscenely wide.
“You’re doing well, Baby girl,” Tricia encouraged, patting her tummy.
Dr. Jones returned to her side and began examining her other breast. He glanced at Tricia as he flicked her nipple. “I assume you’re aware of the change in her reaction.”
Tricia nodded.
Mindy had no idea what he meant, but she didn’t dare ask.
Dr. Jones moved to sit on his stool between her legs.
Tricia cupped her face with one hand, resting her other just under Mindy’s breast. “Eyes on me while the doctor examines your pussy, Baby girl.”
Mindy pursed her lips and nodded. She was grateful to Tricia for helping ground her, but she still flinched as Dr. Jones set his hands on her inner thighs and pulled her labia apart.
Wetness leaked out of her, and she whimpered.
Tricia’s hand slid over to cup one of her breasts, and she gently glided her thumb across the nipple over and over. It felt so good that Mindy didn’t complain. She figured Tricia was trying to help keep Mindy’s mind off the exam.
“Did you shave her?” Dr. Jones asked.
“No. She’s kept herself shaved for a long time. She’s been practicing age play alone for several years,” Tricia answered.
It was weird that Tricia responded for her.
“You mentioned she hasn’t had any form of penetrative sex, correct?”
“No. Not even tampons. I didn’t breach her tight opening either,” Tricia responded.
Mindy’s cheeks heated as she blinked at Tricia who never took her gaze off her.
Dr. Jones stroked her labia, moving it around, parting her folds several times before lifting the hood from her clit.
Mindy nearly cried from embarrassment. She wasn’t particularly affected by Dr. Jones’s touch, but she was strongly affected by the fact that Tricia was watching. It was confusing and weird.
When Dr. Jones touched her clit, she whimpered, recalling how Tricia had touched her there and made her come that first night in the nursery at the club. She hadn’t experienced anything like that again, but she craved it now more than ever.
“She’s very sensitive given the right circumstances,” Dr. Jones commented.
“Yes,” Tricia agreed.
Mindy had no idea what they were talking about, but she couldn’t focus on their words because Dr. Jones’s fingers were distracting her.
“Has she had any issues using her diaper?”
“I’ve only been with her a few hours every few days, but I don’t believe so. She’s been using diapers fulltime for the past few days and anytime she wasn’t at work for the past few weeks.”
It was weird having someone answer for her, and she gasped as Dr. Jones held her pelvis steady with one hand, parting her folds wide with the same fingers. He prodded her with something that made her panic.
“I’m just going to swab your urethra, Little one. Hold very still for me.”
She held her breath, her head spinning as he inserted something into that tight hole that had definitely never been touched. She hadn’t known this was even a thing.
“Eyes on mine, Baby girl,” Tricia commanded, making Mindy realize her vision had strayed to the ceiling.
When she lowered her gaze to Tricia’s, the woman smiled. “Good girl.”
The swab was endless, moving in and out of her, deeper with each pass. It felt so strange and foreign at first, but then it began to feel kind of good, making more wetness leak out of her.
She was mortified as she started panting again.
Tricia thumbed her nipple rapidly. “Don’t fight it, Baby girl. I know it feels good.”
Mindy’s lips trembled. Why? What was happening to her?
Dr. Jones finally eased the swab out of her. “Good girl. The sample will ensure you don’t have any infection, but the swab also helps me know how tight your little pee-pee hole is.”
A shudder wracked Mindy’s body at both his words and the baby talk.
“And?” Tricia asked without glancing away.
“Her urethra is narrow but within range. As long as she urinates frequently, she shouldn’t have any issues.” He patted her private parts, making her flinch. “It’s important to wet yourself every time you feel the urge, Little one. It will keep you from getting an infection in your urethra or your bladder. A UTI is no fun, and will indicate a need to use a series of metal rods to help stretch your little hole.”
Mindy felt like she was under water as he spoke of things she’d never heard of. She definitely didn’t want him to use any sort of rod inside her urethra. If wetting herself often would prevent such a thing, she was now scared enough to comply.