Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
I’m bouncing up and down as Daddy grabs our bags from the back of the SUV. I can’t believe we’re actually going to Littleworld. It’s like a dream vacation I never expected to take in my entire life.
“Hold my hand at all times in the parking lot, Little one,” he demands. He’s pulling our one large suitcase with one hand and has my diaper bag over his shoulder.
I skip alongside him as we head for the ferry that will take us over to Regression Island. I start firing questions. “How long does the ferry ride take? Will we get there in time to go to the parks today? Will I get to see Amelia today? Where are we staying? Will it be hot?”
Daddy chuckles. “Baby, you rattled all those questions off so fast I can’t remember most of them.”
“I’m excited.” I beam up at him. I lift my left hand and wiggle my fingers, showing off my rings. “My husband is taking me to Littleworld. I have a right to be excited.”
“I love it when you say husband. It’s not as cool as Daddy, but it’s still nice.”
I giggle. “I could call you husband Daddy or Daddy husband.”
He chuckles again. “I don’t think either of those have a ring to them. I say you stick to one or the other.”
When we reach the ticket booth, Daddy hands off our suitcase to an employee, pays for our tickets, and leads me onto the ferry.
I don’t mind wearing a diaper at home, but I was concerned about wearing one in the car and worried we would get here and I would stand out among the other Littles. I’m relieved to see that nearly every Little is dressed exactly like me. Daddy said they would be, but I needed to see for myself.
“Can we sit up on top?” I ask as we board the ferry.
“If you stay away from the railing.”
I giggle. I still find it funny when he makes comments like that. The railing is perfectly safe. No one is going to fall overboard, but Daddy likes to make a big deal out of safety issues that would be appropriate for someone at the age I prefer to pretend I am.
We find some seats facing the water in the open air, and Daddy opens the diaper bag to pull out something I haven’t seen before. It looks like a pile of nylon straps, and my breath hitches when he shakes it out.
I glance around and know exactly what Daddy is holding. A harness. Several other Littles are wearing one. A rush of arousal makes my pussy soaked.
I hold my breath as Daddy pulls me in between his legs and slides my hands through two sections of the harness. I’m wearing a pink T-shirt that says Littleworld on it. Daddy gave it to me as a gift with a week-long pass to the three Littleworld parks after our wedding.
“Turn around, Baby girl.”
I’m panting as I face the water, holding my arms out so he can situate and adjust the straps around my breasts and between my legs. He clicks all the parts together at the small of my back, and I gasp when he cinches it tight.
My breasts are pressed up and out. They look fuller and heavy. My nipples are hard points under my shirt, obvious to anyone. I haven’t had a bra on in weeks, and Daddy didn’t bring anything for me to wear on this trip except tiny T-shirts. I watched him pack.
When I hear another click at my back, I twist my head around to look and find him holding a leash.
He grins mischievously as he gives a tug.
I stumble into him between his legs, breathing heavily as he holds me tight against his front. His lips come to my ear. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
I grip his thighs with my hands and try to control my arousal.
Daddy continues to whisper in my ear. “I knew you would enjoy the harness. My girl really likes to be restrained.”
I whimper. He knows me well. It’s like he can read my mind. He’s been doing so from the moment I first met him. Sometimes I think we’re fated mates from one of my romance novels.
He slides a hand up my tummy and grazes his fingertips along the edge of my breast.
“Daddy…” I whine, glancing around.
“No one is looking, Baby girl.” He flicks a thumb over my nipple.
I arch my chest and grab his wrist, twisting my head to glare at him. Or I try to glare. Somehow my glares make him chuckle. “If you make me come in front of all these people, I’ll squeal, and then they’ll be looking.”
He chuckles. “Fine. I’ll stop teasing you.” He does not stop holding me, though. He keeps his arms around me and nestles me securely between his legs.
It’s so gorgeous out. The weather is perfect, and Daddy has told me it’s like this year-round. The island has the best weather on Earth.
I’m so excited as the ferry finally docks that I’m bouncing up and down in my sandals. “Where are we going first, Daddy?”
“We’ll stop by the registration office and pick up our visitor wristbands. After that, we’ll go next door to the clinic.”
I frown. “Why do we need to go to the clinic?” I’ve been to the doctor so many times since I met Daddy it’s becoming absurd. He’s a stickler for health.
“All Littles check in at the clinic soon after they arrive. The doctors and nurses there will open a file and keep records just in case something happens to you while we’re visiting.”
“But I’m not sick, Daddy.”
“Nope. Just a wellness visit.”
I sigh. Arguing with Daddy is futile every time.
We exit the ferry with the rest of the crowd of Littles and Caregivers. Daddy arranges for our luggage to be delivered to the cabin he rented, and then we find our rental golf cart.
“This is so fun! I’ve never ridden in a golf cart.”
He removes my harness, swings me up onto a car seat, and straps me in. The car seat has more straps and buckles and safety features than anything Daddy has used to secure me yet. I have to hold my breath when his knuckles graze my inner thighs. I don’t know if it’s the excitement, something in the air, or just Daddy, but I’ve been about to combust from the moment we got out of bed this morning. I need to come. I haven’t had a single orgasm today, and that’s unusual for us.
I look around with wide eyes as Daddy drives us from the dock to the main street in town. I’m surprised by all the businesses up and down both sides. They have everything here, which really shouldn’t shock me. After all, lots of people live here. They have to be able to buy clothes, eat out, go to the library, visit the bank. Everything people do on the mainland.
The difference is all the people are either diapered Littles or caregivers. Nearly all the Littles are in a stroller or a harness.
Daddy parks the golf cart, unfastens me, and lifts me to the ground. “Hold my hand, Baby girl.”
I follow him into the orientation center and wait as patiently as possible while he checks us in and picks up wristbands. As soon as we step back outside, I see the clinic he referred to.
I take a deep breath as we enter the dreaded doctor’s office. This seems like overkill, but then nearly everything in the life of a fully regressed Little is overkill.
A kind woman with a warm smile checks us in, and then we take a seat in the waiting room. There are two other Little girls waiting with their Daddies. One of them must not be feeling well. She’s sitting in her Daddy’s lap with a pacifier, leaning against his shoulder.
The other one must be shy because she stands next to her Daddy, holding his arm.
It doesn’t take long for both of them to get called back and then me. The kind woman who checked us in introduces herself as Nurse Kelly and leads us to an exam room. “Dr. Morgan will be in shortly. You can go ahead and undress her,” she tells Daddy.
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?”
I arch my chest off the table and moan.
Daddy switches hands so he can hold my breast and touch my pussy at the same time.
My breath hitches when Dr. Morgan inserts something cold and hard in my bottom. It’s not his fingers. I realize it’s a speculum, and he opens it while Daddy rubs my clit.
“That’s my good girl,” Daddy says. “Can you feel your bottom opening? The doctor can see inside you now. Do you like knowing you’re all stretched open while Daddy pinches your clit?” He does just that a moment later, sending me through the roof.
I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me, consuming me. The entire room spins in circles, making me dizzy. I can’t hear. It’s as if I’m underwater.
Daddy’s lips come to my ear again, and he whispers the sweetest words of praise to me as I float slowly back to Earth. When I finally blink my eyes open, I’m surprised to find out we’re alone.
Daddy smiles at me. “You did so well, Baby girl. I’m so proud of you. Want to go to Littleworld now?”
I start to giggle. How does this man switch from giving me one of the best experiences of my life to talking about an amusement park?