After our amazing arrival at the resort, Babyland it is called, we both are so tired. We crawl into bed together and fall asleep. We do not wake until mid-evening.
My diaper is so wet, but that is mostly from the after-effects of before. As we wake, you, my Daddy, check me. Seeing my diaper is soggy, you take me to the changing table and get me into a new diaper.
What can I say, this experience of you changing me on a table, not a bed or floor, is so titillating. As you do, you tell me that you know I slept through the orientation video, and it is important that I see what will happen this week.
Once I'm cleanly diapered, you take me to the living room and sit me on the couch beside you. You turn on the tv to the resort’s station. You flip through the various videos to find what I missed. As it starts, I realize I really did miss something good sleeping through it.
By the time it ends, my diaper is again wet, in that way.
The video shows all around the resort. The central play park we glimpsed as we arrived, a shopping area with a grocery store equipped with adult seat carts, an adult baby clothes store, baby beauty parlor, a pediatrician’s office, a public swimming pool, and even an adult baby daycare center. That is for me to be at while you attend some of the parent training sessions. I didn’t really like the idea of that, but it might be fun to play with other babies like me.
It shows what will be available for us to participate in each day, or we can just do what we wish. It does explain that first thing tomorrow morning I will have one appointment which we must keep before our official time here begins. I don’t want to think about that, so won’t until it happens tomorrow. But I have a feeling I’m not going to like it.
For now, you feed me my nighttime bottle and tuck me into our bed. You leave me there in the glow of the nightlight and the cracked door. But not for long. You are soon at my side, pulling me close to you and holding me as we fall asleep.
The next morning, I wake early. I’m so excited!
I bounce on the bed to try to wake you, big smile on my face. I tickle your stomach and whisper softly, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, wake up please.” You pretend to still be sleeping until you suddenly grab me and tickle my tummy in return. I laugh so hard, I feel myself pee more in my already wet diaper.
“What’s this, some little girl bothering her Daddy as he sleeps?” you say in a pretend deep growling voice. I know you are not mad, so I just giggle more.
You check my diaper, thoroughly, and carry me to the changing table. You take off my wet diaper, but then pick me up and carry me on your hip to the bathroom. You sit me on the wide side of the tub and begin to fill it with perfectly heated water.
When filled, you step into the tub and sit, then reach and lift me onto your lap facing you. We kiss long and hard. Then you begin to wash me with a soapy cloth. I squirm as you wash my face, but as you move down to my breasts I just begin a low whine.
You press my breasts to your chest as you wash my back. Then gently turn me and have me move to my knees. From behind me, you wash my ass, crack and hole. Soaped up again, you move up to my slit, and rub the cloth back and forth over my pussy. Soaping my mons, pressing into my cunt a bit, and oh, the attention you pay to my clit.
Your wonderful touch starts my juices rushing out of me, my liquids now adding to the bath water level.
Clean now, you help me from the tub and dry me off. New clean diaper and a dress from the cupboard. You put a cute yellow dress with a white Peter Pan collar on me. It is short so my diaper does show some. Then white lace socks and white Mary Jane shoes.
The resort supplies toddler clothes for their baby visitors, they think of every detail it seems.
I am ready to go out for my first day in Babyland.
You carry me to a stroller by the door and strap me in. We leave the house and you push me down the street.
The whole resort area is not that large, really, it is easy to walk, or be pushed in a stroller like I am now, to the play areas and some of the stores and offices. But there is also a car, equipped with a baby seat, to use when going to the shopping center and some of the other features.
I am having a wonderful time looking at everything and jabbering away and pointing out one thing after another. Yes, a wonderful time, until...
We arrive at the door of the pediatrician and I remember what our first stop has to be and I begin whimpering.
“No, Daddy, no.” I quietly cry but know it will not change things.
Inside, we have to wait, just a little, before being led to the examining room. The nurse has me stand on the scale to weigh me and measure my height. Then she tells you to undress me and that the doctor will be in shortly. She types some things into her laptop and then leaves.
You sit me on the examination table and takes all my clothes off, even my diaper. You pick me up and sit down on a chair holding and rocking me some as I continue to whimper.
“Lizzy, you are going to be a big girl for me and let the doctor examine you properly. No squirming or fighting. Right, baby?” you tell me as you stroke my head.
“Yes, Daddy, I will try to be good for the doctor,” I reply.
The doctor comes in, a very attractive, tall woman in her late forties. She and my Daddy shake hands and introductions are given all around. Dr. Nancy explains that she has been caring for adult babies for years now. She is here to make sure I am a healthy little girl for you, and to explain the daily charting program you requested.
What was this? A daily charting? You requested? This is all news to me. But you probably does know what is best for me.
Dr. Nancy lifts me off your lap and lays me on my stomach on the examining table. She spreads my legs apart, and I feel a large thermometer being pressed up into my ass. Oh, my. I do squirm a little at this. She holds it there for a few minutes talking to you, saying you should check my temperature at least once a day.
You just nod and come and stand on the other side of the table to watch closely.
I feel it removed, and she says what the reading is. In all this, I hadn’t realized the nurse was back in the room and typing again into the laptop what the doctor is reporting.
That horrible part of the exam over, Dr. Nancy turns me on my back, examines my breasts, and then lifts my feet up in stirrups to do that exam on me. I am good through it all, and you just beams at me.
My blood pressure and other things are checked and reported. She rolls me on my tummy again, and I see her filling a big needle. No, not a shot. But then I remember I am due for the shot that keeps me from getting pregnant and realize that is what it is. I’m just not used to getting it lying naked on my stomach and your hand on my back, holding me. But I get through it.