“Dr. Palmer to Room 177, Dr. Palmer to Room 177.”
Christine always hated hearing those dreaded words over the intercom. Despite her many years of extensive medical training, she could never suppress the pang of anxiety that bloomed in her chest whenever the simple request was announced. It always meant that there was something upsetting Stephen – upsetting him to the point where he needed her outside of their normal routine.
Caring for a little with chronic pain, anxiety and depression was not without its ups and downs, but Christine had to admit he’d been doing better lately. She and Zelma succeeded in fine-tuning a regimen that alleviated a fair amount of Stephen’s daily pain, and in turn he was able to spend just that much longer being apart from Mommy. It was amazing the difference that 20 minutes could make when she was checking on her other patients, consulting with other doctors, and of course when she was finally able to squeeze in some time for herself. Being both a doctor and a Mommy, she never let her guard down completely, but gaining back even the tiniest bit of her independence was a huge relief.
Now as she arrived at Stephen’s room, there was no time left for self-reflection. Concern about potential setbacks in his progress quickly took over, but she forced herself to put those thoughts aside to focus on the matter at hand. She never knew what awaited her on the other side of the door at times like these, but what she did see was far from what she expected.
“Dr. Palmer! Thank goodness you’re here! I-I didn’t know how you’d want to go about treating this, so I called right away-” Nurse Elizabeth greeted her with an exasperated mix of relief and barely-contained panic.
Meanwhile, Stephen squealed at her happily, excited to have her back sooner than he’d expected.
“Mommy! Got lots to tell!” he said, wiggling as much as the confines of his hospital bed would allow.
“I don’t know how it happened! I swear it was an accident-” Nurse Elizabeth continued frantically.
Christine motioned to the young nurse to slow down and breathe before she resumed her coffee-fueled frenzy. “Liz, calm down, yeah? I’m not sure what the issue is yet,” she started, pausing to give Stephen the side eye, “But whatever it is, it can’t be that terrible based on this little guy’s behavior.” She sighed and made her way across the room to sit on the side of the bed, ruffling Stephen’s hair along the way.
“Ok, sorry …” Liz caught her breath while an embarrassed blush spread across her fair-skinned face. “I was changing him before his afternoon nap and then something … Interesting, happened.”
Christine raised an eyebrow silently asking Liz to elaborate on whatever event was oh-so interesting.
“I think it’s better if I just show you,” Liz said and hesitantly walked to the other side of the bed. “Stephen, honey, we’re going to let Mommy see, ok?”
Stephen giggled innocently until Liz pulled his blanket down to his knees, slightly startled by the rush of cool hospital air on his most private areas.
“Oh …” Christine remarked, lips partially open in surprise.
“Um, yeah … Now do you see why I called right away? I didn’t know how you’d like to handle this, or what you’d like to do about it, honestly …” Liz trailed off, avoiding Christine and Stephen’s gaze.
Christine, too, was lost for words when she was greeted by the sight of Stephen’s fully erect penis in all its rosy pink glory.
“Well, this is a new one,” she started, unsure how to proceed without traumatizing poor Liz any further.
“I swear on my, my mom’s, and my grandma’s nursing licenses it just happened by accident! I went to the cupboard to get a fresh diaper and when I came back, he was like that!” Liz said, clearly terrified of losing her job over what could easily be misunderstood as sexual assault of a little patient.
“It’s okay Liz, I believe you,” Christine couldn’t help but chuckle to herself at the absurdity of the situation. She arrived expecting all kinds of symptoms, but “surprise erection” was definitely not one of them. “These things happen, no matter how far a little has regressed. Although the patient mentally identifies as a toddler or baby, the human body is still the human body – and you know how that goes,” she laughed, attempting to lighten the mood and stop Liz from spiraling into a full-blown panic attack.
“I know,” she replied, pausing to awkwardly scratch the back of her neck. “I just didn’t want you to think that it was me,” she said, gradually trailing off.
“I would never in a million years think it was you,” Christine smiled reassuringly. “You’re one of our best, and all of the littles really seem to like you.”
“I think maybe this one likes me a little too much,” Liz laughed hesitantly.
“Maybe so,” Christine smiled and rolled her eyes fondly. “I’ll take it from here, okay? I can see someone needs some special attention. Thanks for calling – you did the right thing.”
“No problem,” Liz sighed with relief and began walking to the door.
“Hey Liz, one more thing – can you put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door when you go? Thanks.”
Stephen babbled sweetly and reached out to Christine with trembling grabby hands, all too content to have her all to himself again.
“Now, what to do about you, my little sex monster,” she teased and gently tickled Stephen’s sides.
Stephen erupted into a fit of giggles, completely oblivious to the meaning of Christine’s words.
“I know this is all new for you, hm? Does it feel funny, baby?”
“Feels owie …” Stephen said with a pout.
“It feels owie? Oh no! Mommy will make it better, okay?” She kissed his forehead and slipped off her shoes before lying down on the bed next to him. “Mommy is going to touch now, but tell me if it’s too much, okay sweetie?”
Stephen instinctively tucked his face into Christine’s neck and sighed contently, simply glad to be getting extra cuddles.
Meanwhile, Christine collected some baby lotion in her palm and carefully reached down between the two of them. She began with long, slow strokes to see how Stephen would react before deciding whether to continue.
Stephen squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face impossibly deeper into the crook of Christine’s neck.
“Mommy …” he whimpered softly.
“I know, it’s a lot, huh baby? Do you want Mommy to stop?” She stopped moving her hand altogether, worried that the new sensation might be too much for him in littlespace. “It’s okay if you want Mommy to stop.”
Stephen whined in protest and clumsily tried to thrust up into her hand, only to become more frustrated that the muscle movement wasn’t as fluid as he remembered it.
“Okay, shh, Mommy’s got you. Shh, it’s okay,” Christine shushed gently and offered Stephen his paci before resuming her ministrations.
Stephen moaned into the collar of Christine’s scrub top and sucked on his paci eagerly, a bit relieved to have something else to focus on. The stimulation on his private areas was heavenly, if not slightly overwhelming. Little by little, he felt his legs turning to jelly and the rest of the world except for Mommy turning into a fuzzy haze. At the same time, there was an odd pressure building up from below – almost like the kind of pressure he felt before he had an accident, but somehow pleasurable.
Christine began alternating between long and short strokes, gradually creating a rhythm accented by a bit of extra love for Stephen’s most sensitive parts. She didn’t think he could get any clingier until now, but his current baby koala impression proved her wrong.
“That’s it sweet boy, just relax and let go, Mommy’s here,” she whispered softly. “Does it feel good baby?”
Stephen could only moan in reply, which Christine interpreted as ‘yes,’ along with the small damp patch on her scrub top. She felt the paci fall out of his mouth and roll down their bodies, landing somewhere near her own tummy.
“Such a good boy for Mommy,” she praised, eliciting a full-body tremble from Stephen.
Apparently, the words had struck a chord with him, because soon after he came in Christine’s hand with a shaky whimper.
“Aww, there we go,” she cooed to him, making sure to massage him through the whole experience. “You did so well my sweet little Stephy,” she smiled and collected his spend in a baby wipe. He didn’t last nearly as long in littlespace compared to when he was a grown adult, but that was the least of her concern. Now he could settle down for a nice long nap, and that was more than enough for her.
As good as he felt, Stephen was equal parts satisfied and overstimulated. His body received the relief it so desperately needed, but at the same time he was overwhelmed with post-orgasm emotions.
“Mommy, feels … Feels …” he tried to describe the feeling, but it was too hard for his little mind to communicate. In place of words was the beginning of a cry, heavily trimmed with overtiredness.
“Ohh, don’t cry baby, it’s okay,” Christine soothed and rubbed comforting circles into his back. “Mommy knows that was a lot, huh?”
“Mm-hmm!” Stephen agreed, his small voice muffled by Christine’s chest.
“Mmhmm indeed,” she cooed. “Those are some big feelings for a little boy, I know,” she smiled and hugged him just a tiny bit closer.
“Big feels!” Stephen sniffled in agreement.
“Yes, very big feels, but you did so well for me,” she praised again. “Mommy is super proud of you.”
Stephen brightened at that and gave a congested giggle which quickly morphed into a yawn.
“It’s way past your afternoon nap time, huh? No wonder you’re so tired,” Christine mused aloud and began slowly attempting to free herself from Stephen’s surprisingly tight grip.
“Nooooo, Mommy stay!” Stephen whined, tears threatening to spill again.
“Shhh, Mommy will stay, but we need to get you cleaned up first, okay? Then we can have nap time.”
Stephen made some cranky grumbles, but Christine made quick work of cleaning up. Soon, he was freshly diapered and dressed in a clean gown, complete with tiny moon and star shapes on it. Christine herself changed into more comfortable sleeping clothes and then resumed her cuddly position with the baby, who was nearly asleep by the time she laid down next to him.
“Stephen sweetie, let’s keep this a Mommy and me activity, okay? It’s okay to do it, but let’s keep it something special just for us, okay?” Christine said as she gently smoothed Stephen’s hair back and out of his face.
“Mmkay … Love you Mommy,” Stephen sleepily agreed, even while struggling to keep his eyes open.
“Love you too baby boy.”
Stephen was asleep within seconds with Christine not far behind. She made a mental note to talk about this with him when they were both more awake, but for now she was content to drift off to dream land too. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, still amused by the way all of this had started. She thought she’d seen it all by now, but apparently being a Mommy still had more surprises in store for her …