Thermometer unpleasantly stirred in my ass, making the urge to crap completely unbearable.

- Maybe Sasha now pokes you? - Mom looked at the doctor hopefully.

“I don’t want to promise you anything,” the doctor smiled. “But it seems that he really managed to cause the desired urge in the child.”

- How do you find this interesting? - asked mom.

“Watch how the kid is tense,” the doctor nodded at me.

Holding the thermometer in my ass for a minute, the doctor looked at her watch and quickly took it out. Powerless before the unbearable urge, I immediately began to crap.

“Well, what did I tell you?” The doctor looked at her mom triumphantly.

“So good,” said Mom.

“It seems that this is not all,” the doctor smiled.

As if to confirm her words, I increased the pile under my booty and, not realizing how quickly everything happened, I began to write. Realizing the next second what happened, I tried to stop, but I could not. Never before in my life was I so ashamed.

“Now, when I started the stream, really everything,” the doctor said in a tone of connoisseur, “The boys always have that.” It is necessary to wait until he pees after he went down in a big way.

- And how do you Sasha trickle? - with undisguised irony, the doctor asked the mother, - Satisfies? You, Sashulya, are you trying so hard for the doctor? Right. Show her how you can write. To no longer find fault with your pisyunchik.

The doctor laughed softly, making me blush even more.

- By the way, you can already slowly accustom him to the pot, - she said.

“Perhaps it's time,” Mom agreed.

Mom quickly went away somewhere and soon returned with a wet cloth. The doctor all the time continued to keep me in the same position with my legs up to refusal. I was still embarrassed by this young woman - especially after what just happened.

“Let's get this dirty gauze out from under the priests,” the mother said, “Now wipe the ass with a wet rag.” Like this. Everything, you can lower Sasha's legs.

The doctor put my legs down. I expected that my mother would immediately put a diaper on me, but she seemed to forget about me, silently watching the doctor write a prescription. Explaining in detail to my mother how and when to give me the medicine, the doctor quickly got ready and went to the door. Mom took me in her arms and followed the doctor into the hallway.

“I think he will recover in a week,” Mom said.

- Of course, he will recover, - the doctor confidently stated, - So in a week I am waiting for you in the clinic.

Closing the door behind the doctor, my mother took me to the room and quickly dressed me.

“Go to your toys,” she smiled, removing me from the changing table.

I didn’t have to repeat twice and I skipped to the box with toys, glad that the bed rest was finally over.

Recovery took less than a week. Making sure that I had no temperature for the second day, my mother made an appointment to the clinic. Remembering how I almost died of shame during the visit of the doctor to our house, I took my mother's message that we were going to the children's clinic, without much enthusiasm.

The clinic was just five minutes walk from the house. Of course, mom walked on foot, and I was sitting in a stroller. All the way, I quietly whimper - so I did not want to the clinic.

“Well, here we are,” Mom announced, entering the polyclinic building.

Quickly asking for something at the reception, Mom headed down the correct corridor. Our doctor’s office was, like the receptionist, on the ground floor. I kept whining. I was afraid of hospitals with polyclinics in adult life. Now the environment at all terrified me.

- Mama! - I called plaintively, looking out of the stroller at my mother.

- What, you want to mom in her arms? - smiled mom - Let me take you.

Finding myself in my mother’s arms, I quickly calmed down.

- you to Vasilkovoy? - Mom asked the young woman sitting in the hallway, - We will follow you.

- No, today we are not to her, - smiled a woman holding a little boy on her lap, - We are in - he is in that room for a massage.

“So there is no one to see Irina Maksimovna,” Mom smiled happily and headed for the door to our doctor’s office.

Hesitantly opening the door, Mom came in from my inside. It turned out that the doctor had visitors. I stared in amazement at a boy of about seven standing in front of her with lowered shorts. Taking a quick glance at my mom, the boy blushed deeply and instantly covered himself with his palms between his legs.

- Oh! - burst out from my mother, - I thought that you, Irina Maksimovna, have no one.

“Wait five minutes in the corridor,” the doctor turned to her mother, “I am with him quickly.”

The doctor lowered the children's underwear even lower, to the ankles.

- What are we shy, - she smiled gently and, having separated children's hands, began to feel the testicles of the boy.

The face of a seven-year-old boy was redder than a fire engine. Having imagined that the same thing was coming soon to me, I, too, blushed deeply.

“So inconvenient,” mumbled Mom, and turning abruptly, left the office.

In the corridor, a young woman was still sitting on a bench with a two-year-old peanut on her lap. Sitting next to her, my mother also sat me on her lap.

- Do you go to your special massage with yours? - Mom asked the woman.

- What is there special! - she smiled, - Ordinary preventive massage. You can write your own. All that is needed is the direction of the local doctor.

“I'll have to ask her now,” her mother said, “It's all free, right?”

“Of course, everything is free in the district children's clinic,” said my mother’s companion with the same kind smile, “Although I occasionally carry small gifts to this nurse.” Purely symbolic: a box of chocolates, flowers, various knick-knacks ... I must somehow thank the girl. She tries so hard.

A woman showed her mom a box of chocolates.

“We have been going to her for the second month,” she continued, “Very good masseuse. Very young, probably right after the nursing home, but he knows his work. And how my Andryusha likes her! He does not want to leave.

- Be sure to sign up! - Mom decided.

She chatted with an unfamiliar woman for another five minutes, until the previous visitors had left the office.

- You will be punished today for your behavior! - strictly told the red like a cancer, the boy a young woman - This is arranged when the doctor asked you to lower the panties.

We went into the office. The doctor sat at the desk and wrote something in a thick notebook. I began to study the situation with interest. Along one wall stood a scale, a strap for measuring height, two glass cabinets with medical instruments and a couch. The second wall had a sink with a faucet and a large changing table. The same table was at the window.

- Well, your Sasha recovered? The doctor asked with a smile, finally looking up from her notebook.

“It seems to have recovered,” mother replied, “For the second day, the temperature is normal.”

- Put it on the table and undress, - the doctor asked, waving her hand in the direction of the changing table by the window, - Now I will examine it, and then Ksyusha will take measurements.

Mom picked me up on the table and started to undress me. Leaving me in a diaper, she looked hesitantly ... Read more →