Chadka strokes her hair from the other side of the table. “I’ll give you two choices, Little one,” he says firmly.
I’m glad he’s going to be the bad guy here.
“If you can be a brave girl for me and let go of your Papi while I examine you, I promise he will keep both hands on you at all times. If you want to be stubborn, I will have him take two steps back and watch from a distance. You pick.”
Surprisingly, she releases me. She’s pouting, but I’ll take it. I keep one hand on her thigh and the other on the small of her back.
“Good girl,” Chadka praises. He tips her head back and feels the glands in her neck before going through all the normal preliminary parts of his exam. “Sit tall for me, Little one.”
Janelle straightens her spine. She’s trembling and sniffling, but she’s complying.
“Can you lift your arms high above your head? I want to see how long you can hold them up. It helps me assess your strength.”
She obeys. Thank the heavens.
Chadka glances at me as he cups her breasts from beneath. “She’s put on even more weight since I saw her when you first arrived. She looks very healthy.”
Janelle lowers her gaze. Her face softens. On this one issue, I know she’s pleased. She was stunned the first time I held her in front of a mirror so she could see her breasts. Apparently they had always been small even before her nutrition deteriorated. I doubt she’s ever had good nutritional habits. She didn’t have the money to afford fruits and vegetables. Her mother certainly didn’t buy them.
“Keep feeding her the increased formula for a few more months. Eventually you’ll be able to cut back, but she could still use a few more pounds to be at her optimal body weight.”
“Will my boobs still grow?” she asks in a whisper.
Chadka smiles. “Probably a bit more, Little one.”
I know her breast size has kept her from wanting to leave the house. Oddly enough, she’s not nearly as concerned with her exposure as she is with fear that the other Little girls will ostracize her for the size of her boobs. No amount of explaining how absurd that notion is has mollified her.
“Let’s lie her back now.” Chadka doesn’t comment as he secures her hands above her head before restraining her below her breasts and across her tummy. He’s quick to remove her diaper, and immediately straps her legs open wide in the stirrups.
Janelle’s breathing grows ragged. The scent of her arousal fills my nose.
“Do you have any particular concerns?” Chadka asks me as he palpates her breasts.
“One. When Dankin examined her during her intake process on the mothership, he expressed some concern about the tightness of her rectum. He wasn’t sure if she was simply clenching too tightly or if her bottom is possibly too narrow.”
“Did he talk to you about dilation?”
“Yes.”
Janelle starts panting. “My butt is fine, Papi.”
I have a hand on her knee and one on her shoulder as promised. “We’ll let the doctor decide, Little one.”
“I’ll take a look. The probe will help detect any issues, too.” He rounds to stand between her legs.
She whimpers as he parts her folds and examines her closely. “Her pussy looks healthy. It’s swollen, pink, and moist, exactlywhat I would expect two weeks after arrival and before you’ve started pleasuring her.”
I watch as he exposes her clit and then circles it.
Janelle’s breath hitches, and she struggles against the restraints.
I’m well aware that the primary reason we restrain our Littles is because doing so heightens their arousal—both at home on the changing table and at the doctor’s office. However, now that I have experience with my own Little girl, I’m thinking she could be seriously injured if I ever failed to strap her down before removing her diaper. She’d possibly fly off the table and land on her head.
“You haven’t penetrated her pussy yet?”
I shake my head. “Not since we arrived home. I did introduce her to one finger before we made the journey. She has no prior experience inserting anything into her tight channel. I’ll need to work with her before I pleasure her with my cock.”
Janelle is panting. Her head is turned away from me, but I can see how pink her cheeks are. She’s mortified and aroused.
