Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I purse my lips as he talks about me, heart racing when he prods my exposed clit.
“Her clitoris looks healthy. It’s also swollen from extra blood flow. You’ll notice the hood will often draw back on its own and leave the clit exposed when it’s this large. It can happen with little to no stimulation if she’s easily aroused. Some Little girls stay aroused for long periods of time. There’s no data on what to expect from a Little with two Papis. If you notice her rocking against her diapers, thrusting her hips, or squirming around, it could be a sign that she’s masturbating. I don’t recommend letting her pleasure herself. Like her nipples, she shouldn’t play with her clit even indirectly. You can put a stop to that behavior by spanking her clit with the same crop you used on her nipples. Three or four hard swats to her pussy will remind her not to take her own pleasure. When you need to spank her naughty pussy, do it while she’s restrained to the changing table and leave her naked until her clitoris returns to a normal size and slips back under the hood.”
My head is spinning. This conversation can’t be happening. My face is on fire.
My Papis have serious expressions as they listen to the doctor.
Note to self—never rock against your diaper.
The doctor reaches for a rolling tray and pulls it closer. He picks up a tube of something and squeezes a long line of it onto his gloved finger before spreading it all over my pussy.
“What’s that?” I ask. I keep lifting my head to watch.
“It’s a cream that will remove the hair from your pussy.”
My breath hitches. “Why?”
Nanish smiles at me. “The hair traps moisture against your skin. It’s healthier to remove it.”
The doctor finishes and changes his gloves for a fresh pair. “It needs to sit for a few minutes, Little one. Just this one time. Your hair won’t grow back.”
I shiver. My pubic hair is never going to grow back? I’m not sure how I feel about that. No one asked my opinion. They just did it. It would seem my opinion will rarely be considered in this new life of mine. It’s unnerving. I want to lash out, but I certainly don’t want to be spanked anywhere on my body again. Instead I bite my tongue.
After a few minutes, Dankin wipes the cream and my hair away. I feel even more exposed as his fingers trail over my bare skin, drawing attention to the total lack of hair. The sensation is odd. I remain silent.
Next, he holds up a long tube. “Have you ever had a catheter, Little one?”
I shake my head violently.
“I’m going to insert this tube through your pee-pee hole and into your bladder. It will open you up so your urine runs out. I need a sample to test it for various things, but I’ll also leave it in during your surgery.” He sits on a stool between my legs, holds my pelvis steady, and eases the tube into me.
It doesn’t hurt, but it feels strange. I’m so exposed. I just want this to all be over. A moment later, I feel relief as my pee runs out of me. I needed to go badly.
I’m still focused on the catheter as the doctor rubs something cold and wet against my bottom.
“I’m going to examine your rectum now, Mags. Deep breath.” He slides a finger up into my tight forbidden hole before I fully process his words.
I clench around him, whimpering. I want him to stop, but I don’t think arguing will help. Once again squeezing my eyes closed, I purse my lips while Dankin prods around in my bottom.
Finally he eases his finger out. “Her rectum is healthy. You’ll want to stretch her often, though. I don’t ordinarily recommend penetration until Little girls have been on Eleadia for about two weeks and have regained their full strength and mobility, but in this case, I think it would be beneficial to start working on her bottom as soon as she has her speech back. You want her to be able to verbalize if she experiences discomfort, but her anal muscles need a lot of stretching before she can take either of you into her bottom.”
My breath hitches as I finally realize what he’s referring to. Anal sex. I shouldn’t be surprised. There are two of them. They’ll want to fuck both my holes. I’m going to die of mortification.
Nanish kisses my forehead. “We’ll take care of you, Baby girl. In every way. Don’t worry.”
Worry? What I’m experiencing isn’t worry. It’s shear panic at levels he can’t begin to grasp. I haven’t even had a man in my vagina, let alone my bottom, and I’m positive these two Papis who have so totally claimed me as their own have much larger male appendages than any man on Earth.