Chapter Thirteen

"Her temperature is normal, but she definitely needs to fill her little diaper," the doctor said after examining the thermometer.

He popped the disposable cover into the wastebasket, put the instrument away, and then took his gloves off. He went to the mounted computer and typed a few notes into her electronic chart. A moment later, he said, "Do you want to give her an oral aid or an enema?"

Taylor gasped and gripped Ireneo's hand tightly.

"We'll start orally," Ireneo said after a moment of consideration. "But if that doesn't help, then we'll go the rectal route."

"You bet. I'll send some packets with you," Dr. Kirk said. "Just mix one in her sippy cup of juice twice tonight. By this time tomorrow, I bet she'll be good and clean."

"Thank you, doctor," Ireneo said.

Taylor wasn't feeling very thankful, though. Yet she knew this was part of being Little. At least for her. She couldn't speak for anyone else. But she'd long dreamed of completely letting go into the safe, trusting care of a Daddy. She wouldn't back out now that she had the opportunity to live her dreams.

That didn't mean she'd love every aspect of it, though. And this was definitely one of the parts she wouldn't!

"Turn around, sweetie," Dr. Kirk said.

She did so, still lying down. She could feel the physician's eyes on her, looking her over, snapping her from her thoughts. She once again felt the need to cover up. He gently pried her legs open and examined her most sensitive region.

"I don't see any other areas of concern. Everything looks fine," he said. "Would you like me to put another diaper on her?"

"Yes, please," Ireneo said.

Oh gosh! Being diapered by Ireneo was bad enough! Being diapered by another man? That was pure mortification.

The diaper the doctor grabbed was as clinical and bland as it was thick. It would more than do the job, though. Especially if she…filled it. She didn't want to think about that right now, so she tried her hardest to redirect her thoughts.

Once she was helped off the exam table, she waddled a little more than before thanks to the even bulkier garment she wore.

"If you do not see any other concerns, I will get her dressed," Ireneo said.

"No concerns except that clogged tummy. Just be sure and give her that solution. And, as I said before, if that doesn't work, we have options. She'll have a dirty diaper one way or another." He smiled, playfully bopped the Little on the nose, and said, "You earned a sticker and a lollipop. That is, if your Daddy doesn't mind the candy."

As Ireneo was dressing her, Taylor looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I don't mind," he said with a relenting smile.

"Thank you!" she said, her excitement manifesting itself in the form of a hug as she threw her arms around the king's neck and squeezed tightly. "You're the best!"

"Thank you, princess. You were a good girl during your exam," he stated. "Good girls deserve rewards."

Taylor could think of another reward she wanted, and it sure didn't have anything to do with more stickers or lollipops.

While it had been humiliating, the invasion of her puckered hole had aroused her. She wondered if the doctor had seen her pooling wetness when he'd put that diaper on.

She also wondered if Ireneo could sense her arousal. If so, would he do anything about it? Did he want her like that ? Or was he simply a nice Daddy who was willing to make a desperate Little's dreams come true because he felt bad for her?

Of course, there was that comment he'd made only moments earlier when she'd told the doctor Ireneo wasn't her Daddy. He hadn't seemed so convinced.

All this begged the question: what exactly was Ireneo to her? What was she to him?

Only time would tell, she realized. She just hoped it would tell soon.