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)
Daddy stands next to me at my chest. He holds my hands together, probably to keep me from crossing them over my boobies.
I whimper when Nurse Kelly parts my butt cheeks and rubs lube on my hole. “Deep breath, Little one. I’m just going to slide the thermometer into you.” A moment later, I feel the cold rod sliding into my bottom. “Good girl. Hold still for me.”
I don’t breathe for a long time until Papa joins Daddy near my head and smooths back a loose lock of hair that escaped my pigtails. “Breathe, sweet girl.”
I draw in a shallow breath, willing this part to be over, and then I flinch when the door opens. I can’t see that direction, which means whoever has stepped into the room can see my bottom.
Daddy squeezes my hand. “You’re okay, Baby girl.”
I wish my legs weren’t parted. My pussy is wet, and everyone can see it. Or maybe the reason my pussy is wet is because everyone can see it.
“Hey there, Eloise.” The voice is Dr. Morgan’s, but when he steps between my Daddies into my line of sight, I notice another man is with him. Weird butterflies go crazy in my tummy. “Good to see you again. This is my colleague, Dr. Pedersen. He’s going to assist me today, and guess what? He knows all about how to care for a Little girl with two Daddies. He shares his Little girl, Briana with another Daddy too.”
I try to smile, but it’s not possible. Too much is happening around me. Four men and a woman are all hovering around my naked body while the Nurse holds my butt cheeks open.
She finally removes the thermometer. “Her temperature is normal.”
“That’s good.” Dr. Morgan steps out of my line of sight.
Dr. Pedersen reaches forward to pat my arm. “Nice to meet you, Eloise. We’re going to take good care of you today. I understand your Daddies have been preparing your tight bottom for anal sex. That’s an important step in a Little girl’s life. Our job is to make sure you’re physically and emotionally ready for that.”
I bite my lip. Hopefully I’m not expected to respond.
Someone removes the wedge from between my knees, and I look down to see Dr. Morgan at the foot of the exam table. “Let’s get you on your back for a few minutes so I can examine your tummy.”
Far too many hands roll me to my back, and Nurse Kelly lifts my arms above my head and holds them like Nurse Brian did the other day.
Dr. Morgan sets his hands on my knees and bends them up and out, spreading me wide open so I’m completely exposed to the room. He holds me in that position. “Dr. Pedersen is going to check your tummy, Little one.”
My Daddies are still on the same side of the table. Dr. Pedersen is on the opposite side. He sets his hands on my belly and feels all around, glancing at my face often. “Any sensitive spots, Eloise?”
“No, Sir,” I manage to whisper.
He smiles. “That’s good.” He glances at Dr. Morgan. “Her bladder is full.”
Dr. Morgan nods. “We can take care of that.”
My face heats. How is he going to take care of that?
Dr. Pedersen’s hands move to my boobies. “Any issues with her breasts?” he asks, looking toward my Daddies. “Any changes, tender spots, discharge?”
Daddy shakes his head. “Nothing we’ve noticed.”
Dr. Pedersen is thorough anyway as if I hadn’t just had a breast exam at the beginning of the week. He palpates every inch of my small boobies before flattening one palm between them to hold me steady while he pinches one of my nipples. He grips it so hard I moan.
I turn my head toward my Daddies. “Hurts, Papa,” I complain.
He strokes the top of my head. “You’re being such a good girl.”
I cry out when Dr. Pedersen switches to pinching the other nipple. He pinches it so much harder than Dr. Morgan did the other day. He holds it longer too, twisting it and pulling on it until I can’t breathe.
When he finally releases my swollen little bud, I suck in a deep breath. He shifts his attention down to my pussy. “Do you want to use a strap across her hips?” he asks Dr. Morgan.
“There’s probably enough of us to hold her steady.” Dr. Morgan shifts his attention to Daddy. “If you hold this leg open and put firm pressure on her hip, Dr. Pedersen can do the same on the other side while I insert a catheter.”
I stop breathing. “Papa?”
He strokes my forehead. “It won’t hurt, sweet girl. It’s just a small tube that goes up into your little pee-pee hole to let your urine run out.”
My bottom lip trembles. I thought I had been thoroughly turned on the last time I was here, but I was wrong. I’m embarrassingly aroused right now from the exposure and the nipple stimulation. But the idea of the doctor putting a tube in my pee-pee hole is scary.