Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I flinch as the door shuts. “Why do you need to undress me, Daddy?” I ask as he sets me on the exam table and pulls my shirt over my head. Chills from the cool air make me shiver. My nipples pebble.
He leans me back and removes my sandals and my diaper next, leaving me naked. When he helps me sit back up, he taps my nose. “Haven’t you figured out by now that visits to the doctor make you so horny you can barely think, Baby girl?”
I inhale sharply.
He chuckles. “I think you’re aware. Most fully regressed Littles also enjoy medical kink, Layla, and that includes you.”
“So this isn’t even a real doctor’s office?” I ask, shivering.
“It’s real. Everyone who works here is a doctor or a nurse. If you break a bone or get sick or need stitches, they will fix you right up. But in addition, Littles on the island visit the doctor frequently for other reasons. It’s titillating.” He taps both my nipples.
I swat at his hands. “Daddy…”
He chuckles. “Oh, Baby girl, you’re in for a treat.”
Just then the door opens, and two men walk in.
I instantly feel self-conscious, so I fold my arms over my boobies and squeeze my legs together. I’m suddenly far Littler.
“Welcome to the island,” the older man says, extending a hand to Daddy. “I’m Dr. Morgan. This is Nurse Brian. You must be Theo and Layla.”
Daddy shakes his hand.
The doctor turns to me and smiles. “What amazing hair you have, Little one. A rare color.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I murmur.
Dr. Morgan glances at his tablet. “I see in your file you had a concussion recently, and you’ve seen a doctor several times lately.”
Apparently Daddy already filled out all my paperwork before we ever left the mainland.
“We still like to get all our guests in the system so we have all your information in case you were to get injured or sick while visiting.” He turns to face Daddy. “Can you help her onto the scale so I can get her height and weight?”
I whimper as Daddy lifts me off the table and sets me on my feet. I still have my arms crossed as I step on the scale, trying to maintain some level of modesty, though honestly, what I’m really doing is covering my erect nipples. I’m embarrassed that the presence of all these people in the room is making my pussy wet and my breasts heavy.
Nurse Brian adjusts the scale. “Can you lower your arms and stand tall for me, sweetheart?”
I bite my bottom lip as I do as I’m told, feeling so exposed. I’m trembling.
“Good girl,” Brain praises.
When they’re done, Daddy helps me back onto the table.
Dr. Morgan looks into my nose, ears, eyes, and throat. He feels my glands and listens to my heart. When he’s done, he smiles. “Everything looks good. Can you lie back for me, Little one?”
Daddy helps me stretch out on my back, and my breath hitches when Nurse Brian takes my hands and holds them over my head, instantly driving my arousal to new heights for a visit to the doctor. Dr. Rubio on the mainland sees kink patients, but this clinic is a step up from that.
I get it now. This is why we’re here. This is why everyone comes here. It’s titillating being examined by strangers, totally exposed and submissive.
Daddy pats my tummy while I have this surreal experience. I go into my own head, letting myself be incredibly Little while the doctor palpates my boobies and strokes my nipples.
I’m not surprised when he puts my legs in stirrups and straps them down before opening them wide and examining my pussy. He asks Daddy questions about my bowel movements and how often I urinate. He asks about my experiences with anal and urethral penetration. He palpates my labia and prods my clit over and over until I can’t keep from arching my hips off the table and moaning.
Daddy cups my breast and plays with my nipple. “You’re doing so well, Baby girl.” He leans over and whispers in my ear. “I want you to come while you’re strapped to this table.”
I start panting. My vision swims. I don’t think I can stop myself from reaching my peak. I haven’t had an orgasm all day. I bet Daddy withheld that kind of contact on purpose so I would be desperate when we got here. It worked.
“Daddy…” I whimper.
He pinches my nipple. “I want you to have the experience of letting yourself go in front of the doctor and nurse. Can you do that for me, Layla?”
Can I not? I shudder. “Yes, Daddy,” I murmur.
“That’s my good girl.” He pinches my nipple, making me gasp.
Dr. Morgan touches my bottom with a cold lubed finger. “Sexual health is part of your overall health, Little one. How about if your Daddy rubs your clit while I examine your bottom?”