Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
The gradual stretch is frustrating. I hate how exposed I am.
Daddy cups one of my breasts and strokes my nipple. “Look at me, Little pet.”
I turn my head his direction.
“Good girl. Pretend it’s my tongue inside your cunt. You like it when I expand inside you.”
My breath hitches. Darn him. He’s making me aroused.
“Such a good Little pet,” he praises, thumbing my nipples, back and forth.
It feels like my pussy is stretched a foot wide, though I’m sure that’s not true. I feel the pressure, but it doesn’t hurt, probably because Daddy is giving me pleasure instead of discomfort.
“Her vaginal walls have plenty of elasticity. You shouldn’t have any issue entering her. Even your length will be fine.”
Daddy smiles before he bends over and sucks one of my titties.
I moan. I’m incapable of telling him to stop or swatting him away. I don’t even want to. A part of me simply does not care if he makes me orgasm in front of this doctor every time the man visits.
Yamal stops touching me, though he has left the speculum inside me, holding me wide. He pulls a small computer out of his bag, opens it, and sets it somewhere in front of him. He must have a shelf below my bottom.
“I’m going to enter her with a probe now that will allow me to see her other organs.” He removes the speculum, and then I feel another object at my entrance. That would be the probe. I can’t see it. I don’t want to.
It turns out it’s not as wide as he had me stretched. It’s also not as large as Daddy’s tongue can get. He moves it around inside my vagina, glancing at his computer over and over.
“She has a uterus, as expected. She also has fallopian tubes and ovaries, much like our own females. However, I don’t see any evidence that she has any male organs that would allow her to inseminate herself.”
I could have told him that, but who would listen to me? No one. I’m a pet. How could I possibly know that I can’t self-reproduce? I barely refrain from rolling my eyes.
“Everything else looks normal. Kidneys, liver, stomach, intestines… Not many surprises.”
“Good.” Daddy is smiling broadly. I suspect he’s relieved to find out I can’t reproduce without a human male. He’s even more pleased to discover he can’t impregnate me either. I know he’s been concerned about my size. He feared a half-Venkorian fetus would be too large and kill me. I agree. The idea horrifies me.
The doctor finally removes the probe.
I blow out a breath.
He does not, however, unfasten my legs while he talks to Daddy about how I’ve been eating, my kibble, my formula, my weight, and how often I use my diaper. Do I need an enema? Do I need a laxative? Do I need a stronger anxiety suppository?
After a few minutes, I block out this conversation for my own sanity. I’m going to need ten anxiety pills if they don’t release me and stop talking about me like I’m not here.
When it’s over, the two of them finally unfasten me. Daddy lifts my naked body into his arms and rocks me against him while Yamal packs up his table and zips up his bag. I don’t relax until he’s finally gone.
Daddy kisses my temple. “It’s over, Little pet.” He continues pacing around the room, bouncing me like a baby while my heart rate slows. He can’t move very far in any direction because I’m leashed to the eyehook in the floor.
Eventually, he tips me back and removes my pacifier. “Deep breaths.”
I do as I’m told, sucking in oxygen through my nose.
“Good girl. I know that was stressful, but we needed that information.”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
“I don’t like it when your anxiety is this high.” His brow furrows.
I want to tell him I don’t like it when he spreads me open naked and restrains me so the doctor can stretch out my pussy, but I purse my lips.
“I’m going to give you the calming medicine and then put you down for a nap. I’ll work in my home office while you sleep.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He disconnects what I now know is my living room leash and carries me to the bedroom.
I don’t argue while he puts two of the pills into my bottom and massages them inside my rectum for several minutes. He kisses my pussy several times while the medicine starts working. I don’t like how aroused I get when he fingers my bottom, but I can’t pretend I’m not enjoying it. There will never be any hiding from him. He knows everything.
By the time he diapers me and puts my jammies back on, I’m nearly asleep. He carries me to the kennel in his office and squats down to help me crawl inside. After covering me up, he locks the door with a snick—the sound I’m beginning to associate with safety.