Daddy's Here(43)

"What measurements can you possibly find from such an intrusion?"

"How much you can fit inside you of course."

As the cylinder continued its inexorable journey upwards, Laura gasped,  the device easing its way up and into her bottom. She could not move  away from it, remaining trapped in the chair as it moved upwards. She  let out a shriek as the tip of it pushed into her posterior at last. "Oh  my word," she moaned. "That hurts."

"You barely have an inch inside you," the doctor replied. "Are you  telling me that is all you can take? Your papa will not be happy."

"No," she said, looking as if her pride had been hurt. "I can take far more. It just hurts."

"I know but this is to stretch you ready for your life as a little. The  record is seven inches. Shall we see if you can top that?"

He cranked the handle again and the cylinder moved deeper into her.  Edward watched, feeling his member stiffen at the thought of it being  him easing into her instead. She looked as if se was torn between pain  and pleasure, her body shuffling but her frantic attempts to escape her  bonds fading away as she let out a low groan. The cranking continued and  she fell silent, rocking slightly in place as the cylinder seemed to  vanish inside her.

"My goodness," the doctor said as he stopped the handle at last, looking  at her panting and reddened face. He turned to Edward. "Would you  believe she has nine inches inside her? That's a new record."

"What do you think of that Laura?" Mr Westall asked, looking across at her.

"Deeper," she growled, surprising him by the hunger in her voice. The doctor blinked before laughing and turning back to her.

"Patience my dear, you may feel differently when we begin the second measurement."

"Second one?" she gasped, still rocking in place.

"Indeed." The doctor wheeled over a trolley with a metal pipe sticking  forwards from the edge facing towards her. On the end of the pipe was a  long rubber cylinder with a bulbous head. Rings marked off each inch  along its length. The tip was placed directly between her legs, just  touching her core. "Here we go," the doctor continued, turning a handle  connected to the side of the pipe.

The rubber cylinder moved forwards, bending slightly as it nudged into  the entrance to her. She let out a deep low groan, wincing as it pushed  past her entrance, clearly stretching her painfully before she was able  to widen enough to comfortably accommodate it. "That's an inch," Mr  Westall said. "How does that feel?"

"More," she moaned, blinking as if lost in a daydream. "I need more."

In response the doctor continued turning the handle, the cylinder slowly  working its way deeper into her. Her expression changed when it passed  the five inch marker, animal lust seeming to take over her body. She  writhed on the chair, clearly in the midst of the hysteria the doctor  had warned her about. "More," she snarled again.

The doctor turned to Edward with a bewildered expression on his face.  "She has nine in the rear and eight in the front. I have never known  anyone to do that before. Whoever becomes her papa will be very happy  indeed. Absolutely incredible."

"Take them out," he replied curtly. "I better get her back." He did not  add that his reasoning was that if he watched her moaning and grinding  on the cylinders any longer he would have to take her there and then and  to hell with decorum.

"No," Laura begged. "Not yet."

The doctor smiled. "I do not take orders from littles," he said. "I take them from adults."

She screamed with frustration as the cylinders were cranked back out of  her. As the doctor untied her she looked as if she were awakening from a  daydream, blinking slowly several times and looking down at her body  before standing up and blushing deeply. She remained frozen in place as  the doctor tied the nappy back in place between her hips and then she  mutely followed Edward from the examination room.

Edward walked out of the surgery and gulped several times at the fresh  air, attempting to dispel the urgent need he felt to ravish her that  very moment. The entire walk back to his home, he insisted she walk  behind him, unable to look at her for fear that lust would overrule the  reasoning part of his mind and compel him to take her without caring who  saw. He stopped when they reached the house and turned to face her. "I  must ask you something," he said.         

     



 

"Yes papa," she replied, staring placidly back at him.

"Will you give me your hand in marriage?" he asked, watching closely to  see how she reacted. "I would very much like to become both your papa  and your husband.





Chapter 13





Laura was in a daze as she walked back into Westall's house. She knew he  had proposed, that she had said yes, and yet it was still like a dream  to her. She had left the doctor's with her body sore and her mind full  of pent up emotion. Lust filled thoughts had taken over her whilst she  was being examined, she knew that now. It was not her that had growled  out, "More," it was the sinful desires deep within her that had taken  over.

She shuddered as she thought of the two cylinders deep inside her, a  sensation she felt she would never forget for as long as she lived. She  had felt in pain, stretched wide by their intrusion, yet also more alive  than ever before. The feeling of fullness they had provided had brought  something bubbling to the surface within her, something she had long  kept buried, afraid of it, terrified by what it might mean. It might  mean she was not a respectable woman. For what respectable woman would  enjoy having both her holes filled at the same time?

It could only be the confused state of her mind that had led her to say  no to Westall's proposal. What other reason could there possibly be for  such madness? He had asked, she had immediately said no, feeling her  heart sink as she did so. But now, just a short time later, she was  already regretting it. She was beginning to realise she needed a papa.  Not only that but she had just been given the chance to spend her life  with the perfect one for her. And she had turned him down.

As she walked into the hallway of Westall's house, she stopped dead.  Standing before her was the last person she wanted to see. It was her  stepmother."

"Lady Rothsfield," Mr Westall said, walking towards the furious looking woman. "How good it is to see you again."

She waved away his hand. "Do not attempt pleasantries with me you  depraved pervert. I have come to retrieve my stepdaughter from this  cesspit of sin."

"I am afraid I do not understand."

"She is stood there in a nappy, as naked as the day she was born, for  all the world like some penny dreadful version of an infant and you do  not understand me? You will burn in hell for this Mr Westall, mark my  words."

"I assure you madam, my techniques have the firmest possible basis in  science. I could guide you to several periodicals which discuss in great  detail … "

"Enough. I had my doubts when you were first touted as a solution to her  problems. But to find out what goes on here, I am shocked sir. Laura,  get dressed this instant. We are leaving."

Laura took a step away from her. "But I do not want to leave."

"What did you say?"

"I do not want to leave. I want to stay here with Mr Westall. He is a  great man." She was rewarded by a look of disgust on her stepmother's  face.

"A great man? What kind of man dresses grown women up in nappies? I saw  one just now with a dummy in her mouth. It is disgusting."

"Please, I beg you to reconsider."

"I will not hear another word on this matter. We return home this instant, whether you are willing or not."

Maria stormed past Mr Westall, grabbed Laura by the arm and began dragging her outside, ignoring her protests.

"Please, papa," Laura called out. "Save me papa."

"Papa?" Maria gasped. "Saints preserve us. She has gone insane."

Laura could only look behind her as she was shoved into the waiting  carriage. "Drive on!" Maria shouted before the door was even closed.

"No!" Laura cried out, reaching for the handle.

Maria grabbed hold of her, pulling her over her lap. "By the heavens,  you will maintain some sense of decorum my girl." She grabbed the nappy  and roughly pulled it loose, tossing it aside whilst Laura squirmed to  escape her lap. "Your father may dote on you but I see only a spoilt  brat who needs more than fads and snake oil to set her on the straight  and narrow. You need a bloody good thrashing."

Laura could hardly believe what was happening. One minute she was beside  her new papa, the next she was on the lap of this harridan whose hand  was lifting into the air. How was she so strong as to hold her in place  with one hand in the air like that?

Maria's hand came slapping down onto Laura's naked posterior, causing  the poor girl to shriek in pain. "Stop it!" Laura cried. "You are  hurting me."