Little Randy's Treatment

A visit to age-play friendly Manley Dairy includes a check-up at Dr. Busby's clinic. After Little Randy's examination, he can't stop thinking about his very first procedure. How did he go all these years without knowing...? When his big leaves him alone for his nap, Randy would rather play. A bad choice of toy turns his fun to tears, and means he has to go back to the doctor right away.

Randy's broken rules and used poor judgment, and now he's paying the price for his error. Will the doctor punish sad Little Randy or cheer him with a treat? Or both?

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Randy’d suckled one of Auntie's breasts at the doctor’s office, which had distracted him from what Doctor Busby did to his penis. Well, coming to orgasm got his full attention, but he’d been trying to forget that he was supposed to get hard so the doctor could measure his erection. He’d paid really good attention to the orgasm. And he’d paid really good attention to what the doctor did after that, because Randy’d never had the full rectal insertion treatment before, and now that’s all he could think about.

He had to keep one wary eye on his surroundings, because last time he nursed and fed and drank the lovely warm milk from his auntie’s breast, someone’d done things to him. And he couldn’t help but think of those things. Randy didn’t know if he wanted more of those things or not, and it kept him soft. Maybe he hadn’t had enough time to recover from his last volcanic cum, or maybe knowing his auntie was there and not the doctor, or fearing the doctor might sneak up on him, whatever, he suckled and suckled and didn’t sprout his usual wood.

Auntie noticed. While stroking Randy’s hair and with her nipple in his mouth, she slid her other hand into his diaper. Checking for wetness, she might say if questioned, but he was a little and if his big wanted to handle Randy’s junk, she handled his junk. Bigs did what they thought best.

Auntie checked him for hardness, her hand gentle around his soft peter. With a tickle to his glans, she withdrew. “You’re probably tired, aren’t you, darling?”

Perfect excuse. His morning had been pretty exhausting, and now he was full of warm, sweet milk. He relaxed completely against her thighs. “Yes, Auntie Brianna.”

“We’ll let you have a nice nap then.” With a smile and a caress, she tucked the handmade afghan around him and left him on his bed in the special littles’ bedroom. He always slept in the double bed with the crib railings, and the Holly Hobbie figures on the wallpaper kept their faces hidden from him. The room was a little girly for his tastes, but right now that was perfect for his plans. His auntie shut the door and left him alone with the toys. Just as he wanted. Because Randy was also full of ideas.

Auntie hadn’t lifted the crib railings. She hadn’t tucked him in with the usual admonishment not to play with his peter. 

Did that mean he could? Or did that mean she didn’t think he’d want to? She hadn’t said he could, but… She hadn’t said he couldn’t.

Trucks and nerf shooters wouldn’t do for what he wanted. He’d been thinking and thinking, and thought no one here would miss one fashion doll. He crept out of bed to the toy box. There was the doll, her painted eyes and molded hands unnecessary to his plans. He needed her leg. Popped that sucker right off, and back to bed he went.

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