Dankin nudges my rosebud with the probe before easing it slowly into me. It’s too tight. The stretch is too much.
I grit my teeth and try to arch my chest to no avail. I’m too strapped down to fight this inevitability.
It seems like he pushes ten feet of it into me even though I saw it. It wasn’t that long. Eight inches maybe. It’s not something I can ignore either because the doctor keeps sliding it in and out a few inches, pushing it deeper, keeping every nerve ending I never knew I had inside my bottom stimulated.
Dankin glances at Skarg. “Go ahead and rub her clit again. She needs to learn what it feels like to get release from rectal stimulation.”
I try to buck and avoid Papi’s touch, but it’s not possible. His fingers come to my pussy. He drags them through my folds, gathering my wetness, and presses them against my clit.
I come instantly, crying out as my bottom milks the probe with the waves of my release. I’m mortified, but at the same time, I’m so sated it’s hard to feel anything but relief.
“Good girl,” Skarg praises.
Dankin addresses my Papis. “You can have one of the doctors at the clinic give you a set of graduated plugs or dilation tools so you can work on stretching her rectum a little every day. Eventually she’ll relax enough to let you into her bottom with your cocks.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and go into my head. This is more than my brain can handle. I don’t breathe normally again until the doctor finally removes the probe. I pray this exam is over.
He releases my legs, giving me even more hope that we’re done here. “Just one more test, Little one,” he says.
I whimper. I don’t think I can take more.
He holds up another device I’ve never seen. It’s far too large to put into my vagina, so I know it’s not going there. I don’t ask what his plan is because I’m afraid I don’t want to know.
“Don’t worry. This device isn’t going to touch you. I’m going to hold it over your body a few inches from your skin and ease it up and down. It will let me see everything so I’ll know if there’s anything happening internally that we should be aware of.”
At least my legs are back together and resting on the table. My arms are still restrained over my head, but I’m no longer spread so wide.
I hold my breath again as he turns the device on, and I’m relieved that I can feel nothing as he slowly moves it up and down my legs before switching to my arms and then my torso.
He focuses on a monitor the entire time, glancing back and forth. Eventually he pauses and leans closer to the monitor. He spends a long time silently looking while he shifts the probe back and forth over my belly.
I’m concerned when he finally sets the scanner down. I know my Papis are, too. They both have furrowed brows, and they set firm hands on my thighs.
Dankin looks at me. “Did you know you only have one kidney?”
I blink at him. “No.”
“One kidney?” Skarg asks, his voice shaking. “Is that bad?” He unfastens my wrists, letting me lower my arms.
Dankin shakes his head. “Not necessarily. Some people are born with just one. They can live their entire lives without a single problem. We only need one kidney as long as it’s functioning properly. I don’t see an issue with it. The tissue looks healthy. The size is normal. Her urine enzymes and protein areall in normal range. Just let Thabo and Chadka know when you take her to the clinic. They’ll want to monitor her throughout life to make sure there’s never a problem.”
“What if thereisa problem?” Kafran asks as he helps me sit upright.
Dankin smiles. “In the unlikely event she has issues way down the road, she can always get a kidney transplant. One of you could give her one of yours, or there are also synthetic versions that work fine. Don’t fret over this. It’s not life-altering in any way.”
My Papis sigh in relief, and I glance back and forth between them, trying to decide if this news is really not a big deal. I don’t know anything about kidneys. Maybe if I had more education, I would be more informed, but I don’t.
Dankin pats my leg. “Don’t fret. It’s extremely unlikely that you’ll ever have an issue. Now, one more thing…” He looks at me pointedly.
I suck back a breath, nervous about the stern look in his eyes.
“You are a beautiful soul inside and out, Mercy. You’re healthy. I’m not the least bit concerned about your size or weight, and no one on Eleadia will be either. You will never again in your life hear anything negative about your body. Your Papis will feed you exactly what is appropriate for your height and bone structure. You will not diet. It’s not something Eleadians do, and neither do their mates.
“The females you will meet on Eleadia will be kind and friendly. Fate does not match us up with catty, mean girls. There is no room for jealousy, nor is there any sort of hierarchy. Every single female you meet will look just like you—diapered and otherwise exposed. There will be no way to know what background anyone came from unless they choose to tell you.”
I nod. It’s hard to believe what he’s telling me, but I appreciate the sentiment.
He cups my chin. “Please trust your Papis to know what’s best for you and believe that they already adore you more than anything in the universe. You will never hear an unkind word out of them, especially not to judge you for your size. You are perfect just the way you are, Little one.”
