Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
I’m stressed the next morning as Daddy sets me on the end of the table in the doctor’s office and removes my shirt without a word. As we wait for Dr. Morgan to come into the room, he holds my hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss my knuckles occasionally.
Finally, Dr. Morgan comes in. He smiles at me. “Melody. So good to see you. How are you?”
“Fine, Sir.” I squirm on his table.
Dr. Morgan shakes Daddy’s hand and pulls up a stool. “So, tell me how things are going? Has she adjusted well?”
“Yes. Beyond my expectations.”
“She’s been on formula only so far, right?”
“Yes.”
“You could start introducing a soft diet now if you’d like. I’d suggest two jars of baby food and a half bottle at her morning and late afternoon feedings. As she adjusts to that, you can start solid foods. Slowly. Cut the pieces small. Use a highchair and let her eat with her fingers.”
Daddy nods.
The doctor checks my vitals like he did last time and has me lie back so he can palpate my tummy. He doesn’t inspect my boobs this time, for which I’m grateful. Daddy holds my hands above my head though. That’s not surprising. “She’s wetting herself often enough?”
“Yes. And we’ve used the suppositories in the morning like you suggested. They work perfectly.”
“Good. I’ll give you a new prescription for those.
They will come in a packet that you punch one through each day.
They will gradually become less and less potent until they are nothing but a placebo.
She won’t know when they are no longer serving any physical purpose.
Her body will learn to empty itself fifteen minutes after you put them inside her even after they switch to being nothing but a dissolvable capsule. ”
Daddy chuckles. “Perfect.”
Dr. Morgan removes my diaper next, making me bite my lip.
I’d been hoping he wouldn’t. He pushes my legs open and inspects my pussy.
“Looks great. Whatever you’re doing with the diaper cream, keep it up.
Keep her shaved like this too. Every other day is fine.
It’s important to keep her pussy completely free of hair.
” He pats my pussy as he says this, making me whimper.
“Let’s get your temperature, sweetie,” he says as he lifts my ankles and pushes my knees up to expose my bottom.
I hold my breath as he eases the thermometer inside me. I really don’t like this part.
“Do you have any questions or concerns?” he asks Daddy as he waits.
“Yes. Two actually.”
“Good. What’s the first one?”
“I’d like to start having anal sex with her. Can you recommend a good set of plugs we can use to gradually prepare her?”
I suck in a breath, shocked by Daddy’s request.
“Of course.” Dr. Morgan removes the thermometer and looks at it. “No fever.” He sets it aside and pats my thigh. “Can you roll over for me, sweetie?”
I’m shaking as I roll onto my tummy with Daddy’s help.
“Pull your knees up under you, Melody. You can rest your thighs on your heels. I’m going to examine your bottom so we can make the best selection of plugs.”
I’m mortified. My face is ten shades of red. I can feel the heat. I bite my lip as I do as I’m told.
Daddy sets his hand on my lower back, but my bottom is now high and exposed.
Dr. Morgan puts some lube on his gloved fingers and holds my cheeks apart. He presses around my tight hole and pushes a finger inside me. He reaches as far as he can and pushes all around inside me while I hold my breath.
“You’re doing well, sweetie. I’m going to add a second finger. Take a deep breath and blow it out.”
I can’t begin to follow that instruction. I try, but breathing isn’t on the list of things my brain is able to communicate right now. His finger is still inside me.
Daddy rubs my back. “Deep breath, baby girl,” he commands.
I respond to his voice immediately, drawing in oxygen as if his voice alone is enough to control my movements.
When the doctor adds a second finger and slowly eases them inside my bottom, I start panting. It’s tight. “Good girl,” he says. He scissors them a bit before removing them. He pats my bottom with his other hand. “You can roll back over and relax now.”
I’m shaking as Daddy helps me onto my back.
“Everything looks good. I’ll write a few suggestions down for you and you can order them. Start with the smallest a few hours a day and gradually work your way up. You’ll know when she’s ready to take the next size.”
Daddy nods. “Thank you.”
“What was your other concern?” Dr. Morgan asks.
I’m quite certain I don’t want to hear it.
“Melody has developed an intense need to be restrained. She wasn’t like this before we came to the island. Now she can’t sleep unless I restrain her, and she starts to panic when we leave the house unless she is fully harnessed, and I have a firm grip on her leash.”
“Hmm.” Dr. Morgan frowns, thinking.
Daddy continues. “Some of it is a mental block. For example, I understand her desire to be strapped to the changing table so she feels like wetting herself is totally out of her control. Same with sleeping. She knows she can’t touch herself or try to remove her diaper if I strap her hands to the railing.
It’s calming, again because I’ve taken away her options so she can’t masturbate without permission. ”
I close my eyes and purse my lips. I’m so embarrassed.
Daddy senses my unease because he takes my hand and squeezes it, reassuring me.
“You’re right about those instances. They’re perfectly normal.
She’s not the only Little who needs encouragement to wet herself or restraint so she can’t play with her nipples or take off her diaper.
Half the Littles on the island have those issues.
It’s the other I’m concerned about. That feels different.
When did you first notice her panicking in public? ”
“We got separated at the zoo, and when I found her, she was nearly having an anxiety attack. That was the first time I introduced the harness.”
He nods, rubbing his chin. While he thinks, he lifts my bottom and puts a clean diaper on me. Afterward, he helps me sit and meets my gaze. “Did you ever get separated from your parents when you were young, Melody?”
I hesitate, furrowing my brow so I can think. And then I start to shake as a memory rushes to the front of my mind. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Can you tell me about it?” Dr. Morgan asks gently, patting my thigh.
I close my eyes and recall the day. I lick my lips and tell the story I didn’t even consciously remember until now. “I was with my dad at the planetarium. I wandered away to see something and got caught up in a demonstration. When I turned around, my dad was nowhere to be found.”
“Oh, baby,” Daddy murmurs, wrapping an arm around me.
“What happened next, sweetie?” the doctor asks.
“I was crying, and an employee found me and called for my dad on the intercom. A few minutes later, he found me. I was so scared.”
Dr. Morgan smiles at me when I look up at him before I shift my gaze to Daddy.
Dr. Morgan speaks. “I think what happened is as you slid into a regressed state, it triggered the incident from your childhood. I bet you were pretty young.”
I nod. “Four I think.”
The doctor turns to Daddy. “I’m not surprised.
I’ve heard similar things from Littles. Memories buried from their childhood that get triggered when they regress.
She sees you as the authority figure who should keep her safe, so she starts to panic when she gets in a situation where you might not be able to. ”
Daddy hugs me closer. “I would never let anything happen to you, baby girl.” He kisses the top of my head.
“The best thing to do is keep doing what you are now. Use the harness every time it’s possible.
Strollers are good too, but don’t wander away from the stroller if she’s in it.
Stay in her line of sight at all times. Hold the leash closer when she’s harnessed.
Gradually give her more distance as time goes by.
It will take a while. Could be a long time, but she’ll slowly learn you’re not going to lose her. ”
I start trembling, clasping Daddy’s hand tighter. “I don’t want him to walk away from me. I panic when he does.”
Dr. Morgan smiles at me. “I know, sweetie.” He shrugs.
“She may never fully let go of the fear. That’s okay too.
Take your cues from her. As long as she doesn’t have a panic attack when you’re in her sight, she’ll be fine.
A certain amount of separation anxiety is healthy.
It means she won’t stray from you and make you worry.
I’ll be more concerned if she starts panicking simply because it’s time to leave the house.
That’s another problem altogether. We don’t want it to escalate into agoraphobia. ”
Daddy nods. “That hasn’t happened. She doesn’t mind going out. She just gets nervous when she thinks I won’t be able to see her.”
The doctor nods. “You should be fine then. I wouldn’t worry too much. Call me if it gets worse. Otherwise, keep her on a short leash.” He winks. “Literally.”
Daddy pulls my shirt back over my head and gives my braids a tug before saying. “Ready to go home, baby girl?”
I nod. I was ready long before these last two topics were discussed. I want to go home and curl up in a ball and think about everything Dr. Morgan said. Not the part about having my bottom plugged, but the part about what happened in my past.
As Daddy drives the golf cart back to the house, I worry he will insist I immediately get to work. It’s a Monday morning after all. But my mind is on other things. I don’t think I could concentrate on my research right now.
When we arrive, he directs me into the house and sits on the couch, reaching for me. “Come here, Little one.”
I’m so relieved I run to him and climb onto his lap.