(I hope I didn't already post this one)

As I sat alone in the cold, sterile exam room, waiting for my father to arrive, my heart raced with dread. The hospital gown I wore barely covered my bare bottom, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. I couldn't believe this was happening - my father, Dr. Sean Mack, had insisted on examining me himself after I'd complained of persistent pain in my rectum.

I couldn't shake the feeling that this was the end of my life as I knew it. My father had always been overly affectionate and protective, treating me like a precious gem that needed constant care and attention. But this? This was a whole new level of embarrassment and humiliation that I never thought I'd have to face. I remembered the way his hands would gently cradle my chubby cheeks, his eyes filled with adoration. Now, those same hands would be examining the very part of me that had once been so round and squishy.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, the door to the exam room opened with a soft click. In walked my father, his eyes filled with concern and warmth as he approached me. "Hey, pumpkin," he cooed in that soft, babyish voice he reserved for moments like these. "How are you feeling?"

I couldn't even look him in the eye, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "I'm fine, Dad," I muttered, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Dad sat down on a stool next to me and took my hand in his. "Now, Ripley, I know this isn't easy for you, but I need to ask you some questions about your symptoms. Can you tell me when the pain started?"

I sighed, knowing I couldn't avoid the inevitable. "It started a few days ago, Dad. It hurts when I go to the bathroom, and sometimes it feels like there's something stuck in there."

My father nodded, his eyes filled with concern. "Okay, sweetheart. That's very helpful. Now, I need to ask you some questions about your bowel movements. Have you noticed any changes in your stool or any bleeding?"

I felt my face grow hotter as I answered his questions, feeling like a child being examined by a stern teacher. But it wasn't just the questions that made me uncomfortable - it was the knowledge that my father would soon be examining my most private area.

As if reading my thoughts, Dad placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Now, Ripples, I know this isn't easy for you, but I need to perform a rectal exam to get a better understanding of what's going on. I promise I'll be as gentle as possible, and I'll do everything I can to make you feel comfortable."

I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me as I heard those words. The thought of my father spreading my cheeks and inspecting my most private area was almost too much to bear. But I knew I had no choice - I needed his help, and I trusted him more than anyone else.

The sound of gloves snapping sent chills up my spine and a patch of heat over the back of my neck. Footsteps came closer, although I couldn't actually see Dad because I was turned over to my right side, the flaky hospital gown tossed nearly over my hip, leaving little to the imagination of my still rosy baby mounds that had shaped themselves into the two plump bubbles. Dad thought it cute that I still had a 'bubble butt' like I was still an infant somehow. He always would see me as one- at least to some extent, despite being well into my teens. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what was about to happen. But there was no escaping it - this was my life now, and I had to face it head-on. I just hoped that my father would be as gentle as he promised, and that this nightmare would be over soon.

"Okey Dookie, let's have a little lookise," he cooed. It made me blush, but it didn't prepare me for the feeling of his soft gloved hands gripping both ends of my cheeks and prying them apart like softly like they were porcelain. His fingers tugged and spread the fat, until cool air wafted through opening of my pink rosebud. I could feel Dad's eyes boring into my bottom, scrutinizing every part of it like it was a contract he was about to sign. "Okay pumpkin," his fingers ran over a prominent lump that flinched when he touched it. "Okay, sunshine," he cooed. Finally he closed my bottom up and looked over my shoulder to face me, leaving his gloved hand to rest on my thigh. "So, you have an abscess on the hole of your rectum. It's not too big, but it's still about the size of my thumb. But don't worry, I'm going to drain it and clean it up and then there should be no more troubles with the toilet." He said the last part like it was some sunshine unicorn ending to this.

"How are you going to drain it?" I hated myself the minute I even opened my mouth to question it.

"Well, I'm going to spread your bottom open with a cheek spreader," I blushed the minute he said bottom in that baby-like voice he always uses with me, "and then I'm going to clean the abscess and then lance it with a needle after numbing it... with a shot."

Crap. I hated shots. But somehow, this experience would be the most of my fears than a little needle. Dad would see my butt- he would spread it open like a halved peach, while I was folded over like a lawn chair, while Daddy dearest explored the exit door to my soul.

I gulped nervously as my father positioned me on my hands and knees, exposing my naked bottom to his clinical gaze. I tried to calm my racing heart as my father began the humiliating and terrifying procedure. "Okay, angel, let's get you into position," he cooed, his voice sickeningly sweet. He snapped on another pair of gloves, the latex crinkling loudly in the sterile room. I watched him approach a metal tray, my stomach churning with dread as he gathered various implements - a lubricant, a metal cheek spreader, antiseptic cleanser, a needle, sterile pads, and a can of cool spray.

The overhead light dimmed, replaced by a harsh spotlight trained directly on my most intimate area. I felt like a specimen under a microscope. Dad gently parted my legs further, opening my flimsy gown to fully reveal my plump, rosy-cheeked bubble butt. I squirmed from the humiliation of it all.

"Okey dokey, honeybear, I just wanna take a lookie- poo, that's all," Dad cooed in that babyish voice that made my face burn. He lubed up the cold metal cheek spreader, and I tensed, knowing what was coming. With incredible gentleness, he inserted the device and slowly spread my cheeks apart, exposing my tiny pink rosebud to the bright light. I'd never felt so vulnerable, so utterly exposed and infantilized under my father's scrutinizing gaze as he prodded and probed my most private area.

"Good girl," he praised as if I was a compliant toddler. "Shh, it's okay sweetheart," he soothed, as if talking to a baby. "Daddy's just going to clean up this yucky abscess and make you all better, okay?" The sensation of the antiseptic spray cooling my inflamed skin made me gasp. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, trying not to scream as he began spraying my most private area with cold cleanser. The chemical stung and I flinched, my body clenching up involuntarily. Dad's fingers, slick with lube, poked and prodded at the tender lump, making me wince. My whole body flushed with embarrassment at the tortured squelching sounds of his gloved digits fishing around in my bottom.

"You're being so very brave, my little sweetie," Dad crooned, oblivious to my mortification. "Okay, Ripples, now this may sting just a teensy bit, but I'll be gentle." Before I could even process his words, I felt a sharp pinch as he injected the numbing agent into the abscess. Tears pricked at my eyes from the shocking sensation of Dad's fingers violating my tight rear passage. I'd never felt so utterly babyish and humiliated. As the medicine stung and burned, I wanted to sob and run away, but I was trapped, folded over with my behind lewdly displayed for my own father to violate.

"That's it, pookie, you're doing great," he soothed, giving my bottom a patronizing pat. "Now, let's lance this abscess and drain out the yucky pus." I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning with shame as I felt him carefully slice into the inflamed lump. A warm, viscous fluid began trickling out - the pus from my infected bottom. He kept talking to me the whole time, his voice chipper and soothing even as his gloved fingers probed and poked at the abscess deep inside my rectum. "Just a little more, pumpkin. Daddy's almost done. You're doing so good!"

Ahahaha, oh my god, if my friends walked in right now and saw this, they would never let me live it down! Dad drunkenly pawing around in my butt, like I was nothing more than an oversized toddler in need of a diaper change.

My heart raced at the ridiculous, horrifying image of it. Their jaws would drop open in shock as they took in the sight of my father's fingers buried knuckle-deep in my exposed rear.

"OMG I, what the hell?!" Jessie would screech, bursting into hysterical giggles at the absurdity of it all.

"I can't believe this!" Kayla would howl, slapping her knee. "Your dad is totally feeling you up! Like, he's fishing around in there!"

Bile rose up in my throat at the thought of them mocking me, snickering as they imagined all the revoltingly intimate things Dad was no doubt discovering back there.

But the worst would be if Zane walked in. My crush since freshman year. He'd finally see me as the pathetic baby I apparently was.

I bit down harder on my lip, tasting copper. I swear my heart stopped as I felt his fingers slide inside, violating me in the worst way. I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, that this was so wrong and humiliating! But no words would come out.

Oh god, what if Zane witnessed this? Saw me whining and crying like a helpless infant as my dad's digits probed around inside me? He'd probably vomit, then immediately delete my number from his phone. And post about it on snapchat.

Humiliation burned hot and cold through my veins as I pictured the whole school whispering and pointing at me. The girl whose daddy treats her like a sissy baby. The girl who got her diaper changed at 17.

My worst nightmare was coming true. I just prayed that somehow, someway, I'd get through this with a shred of dignity intact. Because if my friends (or Zane!) ever found out about tonight, I'd surely die of embarrassment.

I wanted to disappear, to fold into myself and cease to exist. My dad's steady gaze felt like a brand, searing itself onto my exposed flesh. Each touch, each probe, was a violation, a trespass into the most private, vulnerable part of me. And the realization that dawned upon me, slow and horrifying, was that my bottom was completely, utterly open to him. Spread wide, a grotesque display for his eyes alone.

The clinical detachment I'd been desperately clinging to shattered. This wasn't a doctor's visit, not really. This was my father, my protector, the man who was supposed to shield me from the world, now intimately invading my body. And the baby talk, oh God, the baby talk. It amplified the humiliation tenfold. To be reduced to a "good girl," a "brave little sweetie," while experiencing this… it felt like a deliberate degradation. As if he was not just examining me, but stripping me of my age, my dignity, my very self. Every saccharine word felt like a fresh wave of nausea, threatening to overwhelm me. "There we go, all clean and drained!" His voice echoed in the sterile silence, bouncing off the cold tile and lodging itself in my brain, a permanent scar. I was trapped, utterly helpless, in a nightmare made real, with my father as the monster under the bed.

Once he'd wiped the area with antiseptic and applied a soothing cream, he removed the cold metal cheek spreader, letting my sore bottom cheeks fall back together. I felt like jelly but in a bad way. He tugged my gown back up to cover my nudity, but not before giving my rump an embarrassing baby wipe, making me feel utterly infantilized.

I finally dared to open my eyes, cheeks burning. Dad was ripping off his gloves with a loud snap. He turned back to me and helped me sit up on the table, wrapping a comforting arm around my narrow shoulders. "You did so very well, pumpkin," he praised, pressing a loud kiss to my forehead with a loud 'Mwah!' "Daddy is so very proud of his little brave baby girl."

I squirmed in his embrace, face still flushed crimson. "I... I'm sorry Dad. I should've told you sooner..." I mumbled, tail between my legs. Dad just pulled me in tighter, rocking me gently like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

"Shhh, it's alright. I know it's scary, but you know Daddy only wants to help his baby girl feel better." He cupped her chin, tilting her head up to meet his warm gaze. "Just promise me you'll never keep secrets like this from Dad, okay? I always want to take care of my little princess."

I swallowed hard and nodded, too humiliated to resist his babying. "I promise, Daddy," I whispered. Sean smiled and booped me on the nose. "My good girl." He helped me slowly off the table, letting me stand on unsteady legs. "Feel up to going to the cafe for a special treat? My healthy girl deserves something yummy after being so brave for me."

I just sighed and let him lead me out by the hand, still blushing furiously. I knew my life would never be the same after this. My daddy had seen every last part of me - and the worst part was that I almost craved his coddling more than ever now. Almost. The exam may be over, but I had a sinking feeling this was only the beginning of a whole new level of creepy affection from dear old Dad...

This experience had shattered something deep inside me that I didn't think could ever be mended.