Kink rating - dentist, maybe taking a little baby to the dentist and then subsequent rewards if behaves?
I didn't see this ask!! I'm so sorry it's been neglected for so long!
Uh, this one got away from me...
All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults.
The last time I was at the dentist, I hadn't slept very well the night before (probably because I knew I had to wake up early to go to the dentist...) and my head was fuzzy. I couldn't focus on anything and I kept drifting into daydreams.
And lying there, eyes closed, latex-covered fingers filling my mouth and squeaking against my teeth, I kept thinking about how violating the whole experience felt and, therefore, how easy to eroticize.
Maybe it takes place in the same 'verse as The Stroller, where adults being rehabilitated are forced into littlehood. A dentist appointment feels like it would be an important part of caretaking that would never be neglected by caretakers -- those lucky lucky upstanding citizens chosen to rehabilitate dangerous, community-destroying criminals like shoplifters.
Daddy delays Belle's dentist appointment for longer than he should. She throws so many tantrums when she first arrives and he doesn't want to have to sedate her at the dentist. He wants her to experience every second of it so it fully sinks in that Daddy is going to take care of every single part of her. He also wants to make sure that she doesn't bite the dentist.
So when he finally brings her to the dental clinic, he isn't surprised when the receptionist greets them with, "Little Belle! Finally!" She stands up to peer at Belle over her desk. "Someone doesn't look very happy about her dentist visit!"
Belle's face is red and tear-stained. Daddy has her paci strapped into her mouth to stop her from spitting it out. "She didn't sleep very well," he explains. "She was up with an upset tummy. Her new formula disagrees with her." He rubs a hand over his face, feeling stubble under his palm. It was a fight to get her ready this morning, not quite as bad as it was in the early days but close, and he didn't have time to shave. His jaw aches where she caught him with a kick when he was trying to wrestle her into her adult-sized footed onesie.
The receptionist smiles sympathetically at him. "Restless nights with a new little," she says. "I'll be honest with you, I don't miss it." She taps at her keyboard. "I'll let Doctor Henry know that you're here."
He takes a seat in the waiting room, deciding to keep Belle in her stroller rather than risk her throwing a fit when he takes her out. He wonders if she would have been better behaved today if he put her in her special stroller, the one that stimulates her kitty with every push. He didn't want her worked up and fussy; it's just a short ten-minute walk from his house to the dental clinic, and that usually isn't enough time for her to have a nice little come. His baby girl usually needs at least twenty-five minutes of steady thrusting from the dildo.
(Sometimes, he wonders what her sex life was like back when she was allowed to be an adult. Did she come easily? How much foreplay did she need? Could she come from penetration alone? But he always cuts these musings off quickly. It doesn't matter. That was her old life and now she's here, no longer able to choose sexual partners like an adult would, all her pleasure entirely at Daddy's whim.)
It isn't long before they're called into the dentist's office. Daddy chucks Belle under the chin as he stands up. "They're so excited to meet you, sweetie!" he says. She glares at him, but it's hard to take her too seriously when the shield of her pacifier is bobbing from how hard she's sucking on her dummy.
He wheels her down the hall, which is decorated with clumsy drawings done in crayon. He hopes they're from littles and not actual children. He'll put Belle in her mittens and make her draw a thank you picture for the nice doctor after her check-up. Maybe, if she does a very good job, they'll put it on display. On their way in, they pass a man and his little boy. The little is taller than his daddy, but there's no doubt who's in charge; the little is dressed in sunshine-yellow overalls, with the tell-tale bulge of a diaper around his crotch and bottom, and he's sucking on his thumb, tears in his eyes.
The man gives Daddy a smile. "Good luck," he says. "Hopefully you'll deal with a bit less fussing than I did." He pats his little's bottom. "We're prone to dramatics."
"So's Belle," Daddy replies. "We'll see how it goes."
(She really is the most dramatic little thing. In the early days, if he didn't have her gagged with a pacifier, she'd scream that she hated him, that he was evil, that she wanted to go home. As though she hadn't signed up for this. As though she hadn't agreed that she needed someone to take care of her and save her from herself.)
Doctor Henry is a tall, heavyset man with black-rimmed glasses and a big smile. He immediately bends over Belle's stroller and coos at her. "Is this our brave little patient!" he says. "Sweetie, I'm Doctor Henry. I'm going to look at your toothies and if you're very very good, you might get a lollipop at the end!" He shakes Daddy's hand. "Anything I should be aware of?" he asks.
They talk for a few minutes over Belle's head. She eats solid food, but only very soft textures. Applesauce and mashed yams with no spices and creamy porridge with a little splash of milk when she's been a good girl. He supplements her diet with bottles of formula three times a day. No, he hasn't noticed any pain when he brushes her teeth, just regular babyish fussing. No, at this point, he doesn't have any plans to remove her teeth, but he will keep the option in mind.
"Perfect," Henry says. "I think it's time to get the little one out of her stroller and into our exciting big kid chair!"
It's just a regular dentist chair, but it's upholstered in plastic fabric patterned with cartoon ponies, chickens, and piggies. There are restraints dangling from it, but Daddy hopes they won't have to use them. He helps Belle out of her stroller, holding her upright because the poor nervous baby's legs are all wobbly beneath her, while Doctor Henry explains, "You won't be able to sit in Dada's lap, but don't worry, honey, he'll be right next to you to hold your hand."
Daddy likes Henry's manner. He explains everything to Belle before doing it. He shows her the overhead light and gives her a pair of sunglasses so she doesn't hurt her eyes. He points out the restraints and promises that they're only for very naughty little ones. He explains that some of his tools might look a bit scary, but he promises that Daddy will be right here to protect her. He shows her the paper bib, patterned with unicorns, before the dental tech clips it on.
"Ready?" he says. "We're going to take your paci out now so I can look in your mouth, but you'll get it back soon if you're a good girl."
Once they take her paci away, Belle clamps her mouth shut and won't open it. Daddy sighs. "Belly-Button," he says. She wrinkles her nose; she hates her new nickname and it's so cute when she gets grumpy. "You need to open your mouth."
Henry puts a hand high up on Belle's thigh, right at the line of her diaper. "I need to look at those teethies, honey," he says.
Belle's lower lip trembles violently as she opens her mouth, just a little bit. Her whisper is tiny, so soft that Daddy has to lean in to hear it. "Don't want you to take my teeth."
Both Daddy and Henry laugh. Daddy leans in to kiss her forehead. He loves this girl. He received a letter yesterday asking for his assessment on whether she is ready to be reintegrated into society, and he's going to write his reply today, recommending that she spends at least another six months with him to make sure she's really ready for it. They don't want her reoffending, after all. "You precious little thing," he says. "Doctor Henry isn't going to take your teeth." He removes her sunglasses, then cups her face in his hands, meeting her gaze and lowering his voice so she knows he's very serious. "That's only for very very small babies -- or for little girls who are very naughty and won't stop biting. Daddy doesn't want a tiny baby and you haven't been biting much, so you're going to keep your teethies." Unless you give me a reason to remove them. He knows that she'll understand without him having to say it.
Belle blinks her tear-filled eyes at him and nods. She leans back and opens her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut. Tears leak out of the corners of her eyes. He slides the sunglasses back onto her nose and holds her hand tightly. As Doctor Henry slides his latex-covered fingers into her mouth, she clings to him and warmth fills his chest. She's learning. She's learning that she can trust him, she can rely on him.
All he wants is to keep her safe.
The threat of losing her teeth must really be preying on her mind because she's astonishingly well behaved throughout her appointment. She doesn't try to close her mouth once, even when she starts drooling around Henry's fingers. ("We don't use suction on the littles," he explained. "The noise scares them.") She flinches with each tap of the pick and the tears flow faster, but her mouth stays wide open.
"She looks good," Henry says, fingers still hooked casually in her mouth. "No sign of cavities." He presses his fingers down onto her tongue and her throat convulses. "She has an enthusiastic gag reflex, which you should work on. I can give you a set of pacifiers to start her training." He gestures at the dental tech, who holds up a clear box with six different pacis in it. Each one has a bulb that's thicker and longer than the one before; the first is just a little fatter than her usual paci, and the last will stretch her lips wide and reach all the way to the back of her throat, maybe even going down it a few centimetres.
"It's important to be able to access all parts of our littles," Henry says. "For health care, for maintenance, simply for discipline and control." He massages Belle's tongue, saliva spilling around his fingers. "This is simply another part of it."
He presses his fingers further back in Belle's mouth. She tenses, and he keeps moving them. Further and further until --
Belle gags, retching, and Henry pulls his fingers out, nodding. He wipes them on her bib. "It needs work," he says. He pats her cheek with the hand that was just at her mouth, leaving shiny smears of spit behind on her skin. "You're lucky to have such a dedicated Daddy," he tells her. "You --" He pauses. A hissing sound has filled the room. Belle sobs, only now closing her mouth. Henry chuckles. "Sounds like you have a little Wetsy-Betsy on your hands," he says.
"I'm just glad she didn't mess herself," Daddy says. "I started her on a new formula and I spent all of last night wiping a messy bottom. She's lucky she didn't get a rash."
"It wouldn't be the first time a little one messed in our chair," Henry says. He cups Belle's blushing face and rubs his thumb over her cheek. "Do you put, uh, donations into her bottles?"
Daddy frowns. "What do you mean?"
"Your semen," Henry says. Belle makes a noise -- shock or complaint, Daddy can't quite tell -- and Henry pushes a thumb into her mouth to hush her. "It will help. Both with the tummy troubles and with helping her bond to you. She already relies on you for comfort, but it will strengthen that. She'll associate your taste, your smell, all of it with comfort and a full tummy." He pulls his thumb from her mouth with a slick pop. "She was such a little angel," he says. "Can she have a lollipop?"
"How much time do you have before your next appointment?" Daddy says. "You were so good with her. If you want, she can say a proper thank you to, uh, your lollipop." He twirls one of Belle's braids around his finger. "After all, we need to start working on that gag reflex, don't we?"
"We do," Henry says. He stands up, one hand going to the front of his pants. "Okay, sweetheart," he says. "Mouth open again. Just a little more of your exam left to go. It's very very important that you keep your mouth nice and wide for Doctor..."
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