My head is spinning. I can’t stop it. I have so many questions.
In a few minutes, Papi wipes the cream away from my pussy and examines every inch of my skin between my folds.
“You’re being such a good girl, Janie. I need you to hold very still for me again so I can swab your urethra.”
I shudder. “Why?” The word is more of a squeak.
Papi holds my pelvis steady with one hand, his fingers parting my folds to expose my urethra. “I want to make sure you didn’t get an infection in the last few days.”
Has it been days?
I don’t dare move. I’m not fond of him doing this procedure, but I’m a nurse. I know better than to risk having my urethra perforated.
I gasp as he slides the swab into my tiny opening. Nothing has ever been in that hole before. I could have gone my entire life without experiencing this sensation.
It doesn’t hurt, but it feels strange. And then it starts to feel kind of good right before Papi presses his thumb against my clit.
He takes his time, easing the swab in and out, all the way to my bladder and back. It’s like he’s fucking my little pee-pee hole, and I’m growing aroused. Wetness leaks out of me. My clit feels swollen and needy under his thumb.
When he finally removes the swab, I shudder. I’m panting. He tucks the swab into a vial before gripping both my thighs and leaning over to kiss my pussy. “You were a very brave girl, Janie.” His breath hits my clit right before he flicks it with his tongue. “Your pulse is racing, and your pussy is soaked.”
He lifts his gaze to mine. “No reason to be embarrassed. Lots of Little girls enjoy urethral penetration.”
I know my cheeks were warm, but now they’re burning.
Papi releases me to roll me to my side. “I’m going to insert the probe to make sure there’s no lingering indicators of the virus.”
I instinctively clench my butt cheeks. “I feel fine, Papi. I think I’m all better now.”
He chuckles as he rubs lube on the probe, holds my cheeks open, and eases the rod deep inside my bottom.
“Even when you’re completely healthy, I will still use the probe often for my own peace of mind. You’ll learn to enjoy having your bottom examined, Baby girl. The stigma around anal penetration only exists on Earth. Little girls on Eleadia lose that stigma quickly. Papi will spend some time penetrating your tight little hole every day. Eventually you’ll not only get used to the sensation but crave it. I look forward to watching your expression when you have your first deep rectal orgasm.”
I grit my teeth. Is that really possible?
When he finally removes the probe, I blow out a breath, but he’s not done. He continues to hold my cheeks apart and slides not one but two fingers into me.
I clench down as he scissors his fingers. The stretch is odd feeling, and once again, I find myself intrigued and aroused just like I did when he swabbed my urethra.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until he pulls his fingers out and rolls me to my back. “Your system is all cleaned out now. The formula will keep you regular and healthy. Your skin is already glowing because our water is much better for you inside and out.”
I lift my arm in front of my face. It is. I’m only twenty-four, but it seems like I look younger. I glance at my breasts next. They’ve always been one of my best features. Full, high, round. My nipples are hard. I’m pretty sure they’ve been hard since I arrived.
I remember I was playing with them and shiver. The urge to do so now is strong.
Papi wraps a clean diaper around me and then scoops me into his arms. “Your body temperature is so much better now. Every time I’ve held you, your skin has been burning up.” He hugs me against his chest and nuzzles my neck.
I giggle. “That tickles, Papi.” I feel lighter than I can ever remember. I’m nervous about how much my life is about to change, but now that the fog is clearing from my head, it’s sinking in.
Papi adjusts me so he’s cradling me effortlessly with one arm, using the other to grab a bottle from the fridge. After shaking it up and putting the nipple on, he carries me to the recliner and settles me in his lap.
“Your eyes are so pretty. I’m glad you can finally hold them open.”
I smile. “Yours are so dark. I sink into them every time I look at you.”
“Excellent. I want you to sink into me,” he teases.
“What happens now?” I ask, forcing myself to get serious.