Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
I’m a bit embarrassed when we step inside the waiting room because my diaper is soaked, which is my own fault. I want it off me, and that feeling increases when I notice there are several Littles in the waiting room.
As we approach the check-in desk, I wrap my arm all the way around Noah’s and press myself against his side. I don’t meet the gaze of the woman who checks us in.
Noah guides me to a chair. He sits and pulls me between his legs.
I lean in to whisper in his ear, “Can I take this off, please, Sir?”
He pats my heavy diaper. “I’ll take it off when we get into the exam room, Baby girl.”
“It’s icky,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “I bet. Next time maybe you won’t be so defiant, huh?”
Ah, so he’s going to make me keep it on to teach me a lesson. I sigh and smash myself closer to him, keeping my face against his chest. I don’t want to look at anyone else in the room.
My heart is beating kind of fast because I’m about to experience something new that I don’t fully understand. I know there will be nudity and sexual feelings in front of strangers. I’ve been aroused since Noah picked me up this morning. Something about this deep level of submission makes me hornier than ever. It’s a bit unexpected.
Luckily it doesn’t take long before my name is called, and we follow a nurse to one of the exam rooms. It looks like any doctor’s office I’ve ever been in. I’m not sure why that surprises me. I sort of expected to see BDSM equipment or something.
The woman strokes one of my pigtails. “I’m Nurse Kelly. I have to get back to the front desk, but I’m sure I’ll be seeing you in the future. Dr. Andy Pedersen will be examining you today, and another of our nurses, Brian, will be in to assist.”
Brian… I know Brian. He’s Lacey’s Daddy. I’ve met him many times at the Dungeon. He’s seen as much of me as Noah had before this morning—my bare ass when it got spanked.
“Thank you,” Noah says as Kelly leaves the room. She turns back at the last second. “Oh, you can go ahead and undress her. Brian will get her height and weight first.”
I draw in a slow breath as we are left alone. I’m certain I have a touch of an exhibitionist side, which was clearer to me while I stood next to the SUV naked earlier. Wetness leaks out of my pussy at the thought of being naked in front of strangers.
Noah lifts me up and sets me on the end of the exam table. He removes my sandals first before pulling my shirt over my head. “Lie back, Baby girl. Let’s get this wet diaper off you.”
I lower myself to the table and watch Noah as he spreads my knees open wide and unfastens my diaper. He tosses it in the trash and reaches for a few wipes from the counter, keeping one hand on me the entire time as if I might fall without his support.
It’s funny, and I start giggling while he gently wipes my pussy.
“What’s funny, Baby girl?”
“You making sure I don’t fall.”
He chuckles. “The list of rules you will follow for the sake of safety is long, little one. Fully regressed Littles are treated as such at all times.”
I wonder what these rules include, but I don’t have a chance to ask before the door opens and two men come inside. One of them is Brian. The other must be the doctor. He’s in a lab coat.
I close my legs and sit up as Brian shakes Noah’s hand. “Good to see you.” He turns toward me next. “And I’m glad to see you, too, Amelia. Lacey was so excited when I told her you were coming to the island.”
I smile at him. I can’t wait to see her.
The doctor shakes Noah’s hand next before beaming at me. “Welcome to the island, Amelia. I’m Dr. Pedersen.” He strokes one of my pigtails like Nurse Kelly did. “Let’s get you on the scale and measure you first.”
Noah lifts me off the table and sets me on my feet, taking my hand next to guide me to the scale. I tremble slightly as I step onto the cold metal platform. I’m naked. Shit. I’m naked . It’s like an elephant in the room no one is acknowledging.
Brian notates my weight and then pulls a bar over my head. “Stand tall, Amelia. Shoulders back. Arms at your sides.”
I shiver as I do as I’m told. Goosebumps rise on my entire body, and my nipples are stiff.
“Good girl,” he says as he makes a note. “Let’s get you back on the table.”
Noah sets me on my bottom once again.
I’m self-conscious because I know it’s the right thing to feel. I don’t mind the exposure, but I’m embarrassed that they’re all inevitably going to find out how aroused I am.
Dr. Pedersen steps in front of me and looks in my eyes, ears, nose, and throat. He feels my glands on my neck before putting his stethoscope in his ears. “Sit tall for me, Little one.”
Every time I do so, my breasts thrust forward, which I’m sure is intentional. I take deep breaths and let them out when he tells me while he listens to my chest and then my back.
Dr. Pedersen mostly speaks to Noah instead of me, asking him questions about my general health, deferring to me only when Noah doesn’t know the answers. He doesn’t know me well enough to be fully informed about my health history.
“Lie back for me, Baby girl,” the doctor says.
I recline on the table.
“Arms over your head, Little one,” he instructs. “Nurse Brian will hold them out of the way for me.”
My breath hitches as I lift my arms up, stretching my body out on the table, and I bite my lip to keep from reacting as Brian circles my wrists and restrains my arms.
My breasts rise, and I feel far more exposed in this position. I like the way Noah is looking at me when I glance at him. This entire scene feels like it’s straight out of the naughtiest book I’ve ever read.
Dr. Pedersen pats my knees. “Spread your legs for me, Little one.”
I part my thighs, but he guides them several inches wider before pulling something out from under the table. It’s a padded section that’s almost a foot wide, and it now rests between my legs, keeping me from closing them.
“Good girl.” The doctor says patting my thighs. He turns toward Noah. “It’s a good idea not to let her close her legs completely for a while. Keeping her knees wide even when she’s not diapered will help increase her sense of vulnerability and submission. I noticed she’s not particularly shy about being exposed, so you’ll want to push her limits on that. It’s important to figure out what will embarrass her and creep up to that line.”
I’m panting as he talks about me.
Noah nods. “Do you have some suggestions?”
“You can start with not allowing her to have any modesty. Change her diapers in public locations instead of changing rooms. Take your time, exposing her pussy to other people. For some Littles, I find though they aren’t bothered by nudity, they are embarrassed to be penetrated or forced to reach orgasm in public places. You’ll have to experiment.”
I’ve stopped breathing. My face is overheated. The suggestions the doctor is giving Noah sound so foreign, and Noah is simply nodding his understanding as if the doctor were suggesting that Noah try feeding me applesauce instead of pureed pears.
Would Noah really expose me in public places? The better question is, will I feel as titillated by the idea as I am listening to it?
Brian strokes my cheek with his free hand, catching my attention. “I believe those suggestions will work. Perhaps you and I could take Lacey and Amelia to the water park one day later this week. That’s an excellent place to test her need for exposure.”
My need for exposure? Do I have a need for exposure?
I feel lightheaded as Dr. Pedersen comes to the side of me opposite Noah. He smiles at me as if he hasn’t just spent several minutes suggesting my caregiver finger my pussy in front of people. “I’m going to examine your breasts now, Amelia. Have you ever had any issues with them?”
I shake my head.
Noah sets a hand on my thigh and gives a squeeze. “Use your words, Baby girl. Speak politely to the doctor.”
I lick my lips. “No, Sir.”
Wetness leaks from my pussy as the doctor palpates my boobs. He takes his time, feeling every inch of me. “Have you ever noticed a discharge from your nipples, Little one?” he asks.
“No, Sir,” I murmur.
The doctor grips one of my breasts with one hand and pinches the nipple with the other.
I gasp at the unexpected sharp pain, but my reaction doesn’t deter him. He pinches my titty several more times, squeezing it hard enough that something would come out of it if it were possible.
I’m panting as he switches to the other nipple, but I’m just as stunned when he treats it the same even though I’ve braced myself. When he’s satisfied, he cups both breasts and thumbs my nipples several times.
Dr. Pedersen looks up at Noah again. “Same holds true for her breasts. She probably won’t mind having them exposed to other people, but every Little has a line somewhere. Try using a stimulant on her nipples and dressing her in tighter cotton shirts when you’re in public. Keeping the little buds swollen and hard might push her limits.”
Noah nods agreement again.