Matty & Emma

by Pepper North

  Matty heard Dr. Richards take a seat on a low rolling stool and adjust a light to shine warmly between his legs. Matty stared at the ceiling hoping that it would be Emma’s turn soon. He was sure he would enjoy Emma’s physical more than his.

  “A little pressure here, Matty. I’ll need to check your bottom,” Dr. Richards explained as he inserted two fingers into Matty’s tight bottom. He explored the sides of his rectum and pressed lightly on his prostate gland causing Matty to groan. Dr. Richards comforted his patient by rubbing his other hand along Matty’s inner thigh. “You’re doing great. Now, this will be cold. Try to relax.”

  A cold, metal device penetrated Matty’s anus and began to spread widely. The Little boy groaned, and his penis grew rigid. Dr. Richards adjusted his light to see clearly inside. He swabbed the inside of the Little boy’s rectum as deeply as he could reach before capping the swabs in a testing cylinder. He rolled back the stool and removed the anal speculum. Dr. Richard scooped up a large amount of lubricant and wrapped his fingers around Matty’s full erection. The doctor began to move his hand up and down the shaft. He said softly, “Matty, I’d like to see you orgasm. Your Daddy is going to hold another specimen cup to the head of your penis. Try to see if you can give us a sample.” Dr. Richards pressed two fingers back into Matty’s rectum and pressed on his sensitive gland. Very quickly, Matty’s penis responded with a geyser of white seminal fluid.

  Dr. Richards removed his fingers slowly and allowed Matty to rest on the exam table. “You’ve done very well, Matty. Your Daddy should be very proud of you.” He smiled as Jackson leaned over to kiss his Little boy lightly after handing Dr. Richards the capped specimen cup.

  “Jackson, Matty looks very healthy. I’ll wait to see the results of his tests, but I think we can make a few improvements that will help him be even healthier. First, I see some signs of constipation in his lower intestines. We need to make sure that he can process and eliminate waste easily. I’m going to send home with you a suppository to help. Give him two of the green suppositories before he goes to sleep each night. After sex, if he will be penetrated. Stay with the two vitamin suppositories after breakfast. I’ll formulate a special vitamin supplement for him based on his blood work. I want you to give Matty a two-quart cleansing enema twice a week with two rinses. We’ll try that and add more if needed,” Dr. Richards reported before addressing his patient.

  “Matty, it’s all up to you. You need to drink more water. If you can stay hydrated, you’ll have less difficulty pooping, and we can reduce your enema frequency. Will you try to do that for me?” Dr. Richards asked gently. As the doctor expected, Matty was very willing to try anything to get out of having an enema. He spanked Matty’s bottom lightly as the Little boy eagerly agreed to drink more water. “Jackson, you have a very good Little boy. I’m glad you brought him in today. Let’s get him disconnected here, and you can help him dress while Emma gets ready for her turn. Everyone turned to look at Emma who blushed bright red.

  Chapter 23

  All too soon, Emma laid on her tummy with the thermometer inserted deeply in her rectum. She wiggled from time to time against Dr. Richards’ hand cupped over the end of the measuring device. Matty stood next to her holding her hand and patting her shoulder from time to time. Emma was very glad that he was there.

  “Emma, I think your Daddy said that you work from home now in a studio? Are you an artist?” Dr. Richards said trying to calm his patient. Her blood pressure had been elevated. Nervousness was common in his exam room - especially for Little girls new to the lifestyle.

  Emma nodded her head against the padding but did not respond further. Matty squeezed her hand and answered for her, “Emma is an awesome illustrator for children’s books. She makes the books come to life. Daddy’s been reading them to us at bedtime. Her pictures are the best part.”

  “It sounds like you are very talented, Emma,” Dr. Richards commented as he withdrew the thermometer slowly causing Emma to wiggle once again. “Sit up on the exam table for me now, Little girl.” The doctor checked her ears, nose, and throat before asking her to put her hands behind her head. He scooped up her long blond hair and had her hold that in her hands. Stepping back, Dr. Richards explained that he was visually checking for any signs of problems in her breasts.

  The silence in the exam room was deafening to Emma as her breasts became the focal point for everyone. Finally, Dr. Richards began a thorough breast exam. His fingers pressed on her sensitive breast tissue, rolling, and tugging slightly on her nipples. She tried to stay still and quiet, but a low moan of arousal escaped. Her eyes flew to her Daddy’s to make sure he was not angry. His gentle smile was reassuring.

  “It’s okay, Emma. I need to know all your responses. I’m glad that your breasts are receptive to touch. This is very good news,” Dr. Richards moved to listen to her heart and lungs asking her to lay back on the table. Just like in Matty’s exam, the doctor checked her abdomen pressing different places. He looked up at Jackson. “I’m assuming that Emma also had an enema last night?”

  “Yes, Matt. I’ve been concerned with the tightness of Emma’s anus. I’ve been placing a small anal plug in her rectum for a couple of hours each morning. It seems to have helped, but I’m hoping you can give me some advice about a schedule for increasing these. I used an inflatable enema nozzle last night for her enema, and that seemed to work well,” Jackson asked causing his Little girl to blush furiously.

  “I definitely will check her rectum. Let’s put Emma’s legs in the supports,” he directed Jackson to bend her legs to rest on the stirrups and restrain her. He dropped the bottom of the exam table away from her bottom and once again sat on the rolling chair between her legs.

  Emma felt the warmth of the light as he adjusted it to focus on her most private areas. She felt Jackson move her hands above her head and hold them in place. Again, the room was silent as the doctor performed his visual inspection. She jumped and gasped when she felt his cool gloves begin to run through her delicate pink folds.

  “Shhhhhh, Emma. You’re doing very well, Little girl,” Jackson comforted her.

  “Emma, I’m checking your inner and outer labia. Little girls often get aroused at this point in the exam. That’s perfectly normal and necessary. I need to be able to access your response. Just relax and pretend you’re home with your Daddy and Matty,” Dr. Richards suggested. He smiled as he watched her close her eyes.

  Dr. Richards removed a thin catheter from a drawer and a specimen cup. He expertly slid it into Emma’s urethra and collected a urine specimen. He soothed her protests with the stroke of his hand on her inner thighs. “All done, Emma.” The doctor examined her clitoris. He pulled the hood back and pressed gently on the bundle of nerves. As expected his Little patient forgot about the discomfort of the catheter and her hips began to rise from the surface of the table. Dr. Richards used this distraction to slide the speculum into her vagina and open it widely.

  “Jackson, you may wish to see this,” Dr. Richards invited adjusting the light, so it illuminated her tight passage. “As you can tell from the pink tissue, Emma’s vagina is very healthy. Her cervix is firm and low. I would anticipate that her menstrual period will begin in the next two days. Are your periods regular, Emma?”

  Pressing her free hands over her face, Emma shook her head “no.” She whispered, “I haven’t ever had regular periods. I sometimes go a couple of months without a period and then sometimes get two a couple weeks apart.”

  “That’s not unusual for young women. At twenty-five, this would be concerning if Emma was trying to become pregnant. I’m guessing that pregnancy isn’t planned for Emma now?” Dr. Richards laughed as all three heads shook to indicate “no.” “Then we need to do something to prevent pregnancy. Most of my Little patients choose a shot that protects against pregnancy for three months. It has some side effects including bleeding or menstrual cessation. Emma is wearing a diaper now at all times?” he asked.

  “She wears one while I am home but
can choose to use the restroom when I’m at the factory,” Jackson explained.

  “Okay, Emma. If you want to try the shot, you may wish to wear a pull-up diaper at home to address the spotting,” Dr. Richards suggested. “Jackson, you can find those at Gordon’s in Emma’s size.”

  “Great idea! We need to go to Gordon’s any way to choose some new clothes,” Jackson nodded.

  The doctor performed a quick pap smear and withdrew the speculum. He introduced a large finger into her vagina and probed gently. “Emma has a very distinctive g-spot. Here, let me show you where it is, Jackson. Just slide your finger over mine, and I’ll slip out from under yours. There, you should be right over the spot. Do you feel the ribbed spot?” Dr. Richards asked as Jackson leaned over his shoulder.

  Emma groaned as her tight vagina was stretched by two large fingers. She looked up to see Matty peering over their shoulders as all the men focused intimately on her. Their touch on her sensitive g spot was driving her crazy. She felt herself gush with arousal as she felt poised on the brink of something wonderful. Dr. Richards’ tap on her clitoris was the last sensation she needed. Her body exploded into a massive orgasm as her vagina clamped down on her Daddy’s inserted finger. Her head listed to the side and everything went dark.

  She woke up laying in Matty’s arms in the back seat of Jackson’s sedan. She jumped slightly startled to be out of the doctor’s office. She heard Matty reassuring her that she was okay, and she settled back down in his arms. Her mind quickly assessed her body. She was wrapped wearing only a diaper in a soft blanket. She had a bandage around her arm where blood had been drawn, and her hip was sore. She wiggled to feel something large in her bottom. “What...?” she began.

  “I’m going to try that next time and pass out after my orgasm,” Matty teased. “You missed him drawing your blood and giving you the birth control shot. The doctor and Daddy had a long discussion as he examined your bottom hole. You’re going to get a special suppository twice a week to help you poop. It’s humongous. Can you feel it in your bottom?”

  Emma nodded her head sleepily.

  Matty squeezed her in his arms. The doctor had told them the new suppository would make her sleepy. Daddy had promised him that he could give her a bottle when they got home. He was glad he got to help take care of Emma. He met his Daddy’s eyes in the mirror and gave him a soft smile. Belonging to a family was excellent.

  Chapter 24

  Matthew straightened his darkly colored tie as he loaded the last of his personal effects into a large box. Emma and Jackson had come to the office to help him. They’d just attended his father’s funeral. The stern man who had been the figurehead of the family business for the last forty years had suffered a massive heart attack on the golf course. Matthew’s sister had been groomed for years to take over the business, and she had stepped into the control immediately. One of her first steps was to outsource several jobs including the accounting department. Matthew found himself without a job at the age of 28.

  He felt Jackson’ large hand on his shoulder. He turned into his Daddy’s embrace allowing himself to be Little for just a few minutes as he grieved the loss of his adult identity. Emerson leaned in to kiss his cheek. Matthew smiled and knew it would all be okay. This trio had become his world. He would figure out a new position soon.

  Jackson released Matthew as he straightened. The large man picked up the heavy box with ease and turned to the door. He ushered Emerson out first before walking into the hallway allowing Matthew a few seconds alone. He needed to take a last look at the office where he’s spent so many hours balancing the accounts.

  When Matthew joined them in the hall, he was smiling. Jackson nodded, and Emerson linked her arm with Matthew. They exited quietly accepting the sad farewells of the employees who had enjoyed working with the unpretentious owner’s son. Matthew had many friends who were unhappy to see him go.

  Once in the car, Jackson took a strange route that didn’t appear to be going home. Emma and Matty both looked at each other in confusion. When he pulled into his factory’s parking lot and stopped the car in front of the office doors, Matty asked. “Did you forget to bring something home, Daddy?”

  “No, Matty. I have a surprise for you and Emma,” Jackson said as he opened the back door allowing them to scramble out. He opened the trunk and picked up the box of Matty’s personal belongings. “Come with me.” Jackson turned mysteriously and carried the box to the door. They walked past several employees working in cubicles in the first open area. Jackson introduced them to everyone using their Little names of Matty and Emma. No one seemed surprised to meet them.

  He led them down a long hallway indicating his office with a wave of his hand before continuing to the next door. Jackson opened it and walked in to set Matty’s box on the large wooden desk. An engraved name plaque sitting on the desk held Matty’s name. “Welcome to Duncan Furniture, Incorporated. I’ve been looking for an accounting specialist, and I’m so glad you dropped right into my lap.” He sat down in a large chair and pulled Matty over to sit down on his warm lap. When Matty tried to scramble off looking desperately at the open door, Jackson said with a smile, “Matty, everyone here accepts my lifestyle. They know you and Emma are the Littles that I have welcomed into my life and the people I love the dearest. It’s okay to sit on your Daddy’s lap.”

  “Really?” Matty asked with amazement. “I don’t know what to say. Do you actually want me to work here with you?”

  “I not only want you here, but I also need you here! Your sister is an idiot to let you go. She will be calling you soon begging you to go back. I had to work fast,” Jackson said holding his Little boy close. He glanced at Emma who was looking sad and feeling left out. “But that’s not all the surprises! Hop up, Matty. Emma, I have a special request for you as well.” He rose from the chair and took her hand leading her past one door and to the next. Opening the door, he revealed a large area with giant windows. An artist smock hung on a big storage rack of cabinets and open shelving. Jackson picked it up and held it out to her. He helped her put it on over her sober, funeral dress and turned her around to face, Matty.

  “Look, Emma. Your name and a paintbrush are embroidered on the smock,” Matty said with delight and excitement as he pointed.

  She looked down and read her name upside down. Running her fingers over the embroidery, she looked up at Jackson with confusion. “Do you want me to paint here instead of at home?” she asked slowly. She hadn’t illustrated many books lately. Authors were choosing to have computer generated pictures for their books. It was cheaper and more easily reproduced. Emma had worried that she wouldn’t be able to support herself if Jackson and Matty ever decided that they were tired of their relationship. Jackson hadn’t allowed her to pay for anything. She’d simply been saving all her profits. She had a good nest egg, but it would be depleted quickly if she didn’t have any work. Emma had to admit that she was getting bored at home without anything to do. She’d even painted the nursery, changing table and their cribs. Matty loved all the cartoon superheroes she had added to his crib.

  “Yes, I want you to paint here, but I want to hire you to lead a new line of Little furniture and decorations. Consumer interest and demand is rising for hand painted furniture and unique décor. I would like you to use your talent to begin the Duncan Artistry Collection.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers. “These are all orders that have already been placed.” He handed them to her and watched her eyes widen in shock.

  “Dr. Matt Richards, Jack O’Neil, Noah Sandoval… Are these for real? I get to create special cribs for their Littles?” Emma’s eyes began to fill with tears.

  Matty and Jackson wrapped her in their arms. “Emma? Are you happy or sad?”

  “I’m so happy,” she stuttered shocked. “It’s amazing to think that I can add fun to a Little boy’s or girl’s room!” Can I start today?”

  A commotion at the door drew their attention. A large group of people was trying to squeeze int
o the room all together. Suddenly, she was surrounded by the Littles who she had met over the last weeks. They all hugged her and ooohed and aaahed over her new artist smock. Then, they all started telling her what they wanted on their new crib. Emma held her hands up to staunch the barrage of requests.

  “Okay, everyone! I’m as excited as you are. I’m looking forward to making your decorations exactly what you like. How about it if talk to you before I even start designing for your Daddy or Mommy?” she offered.

  All the Littles cheered and hugged everyone around them. Their excitement was palpable. Emma just grinned at all of them as Matty wiggled through the Littles to stand by her side. This was so amazing.

  “Who gets to go first?” called a tall Little boy wearing construction coveralls. Emma recognized him. That was Jake.

  “Let’s see,” Emma referred to the stack of papers. “It looks like the first order is for Madi!” She looked through the cluster of Littles to see the small brunette jumping up and down in excitement as everyone congratulated her.

  The Mommies and Daddies gathered on the far side of the room spreading out snacks and drinks for the celebration. Each shook Jackson’s hand or gave him a friendly hug congratulating him on this amazing idea. They kept a close eye on the excited Littles. Sometimes, they got a little carried away when they were all together. Everyone remembered the jelly bean war that had started at Thorston’s mansion. His housekeeper, Helen, was still finding the small candies weeks after the incidence.

  No one was surprised when Zoey exclaimed loudly holding a door open, “Look Matty! Look, Emma! Your Daddy has a whole Little care room right off the studio. There’s another door that leads into an office where your box is Matty. I hate to tell you guys, but there are even a few paddles and enema bags in here. One is really big!”

  Emma and Matty’s eyes met before they both looked at their Daddy. The mystery of the door between their rooms was solved. His deep brown eyes twinkled with enjoyment. He’d wondered how long it would take for them to open that connecting door.