Phillip looked at the bulky mass of shiny pink material in Dr. Davenport's gleaming crimson manicured fingers. The next thing he knew she was pulling over his head!
"This device is going to be a lifesaver for you Rita! There is a built in MP3 player and headphones inside the lining of the bonnet."
Bonnet!!! Phillip's lips began to tremble violently around the rubber shaft of his binky, resulting in a long string of wet sputtering squeaks. He could feel his fists inside their fat pink ball prisons, already clutched tight, involuntarily make an even tighter fist. He wanted to lash out, but he was too cowed by the closeness of Dr. Davenport as she tied two wide pink ribbons in a large bow that rested to one side of his chin.
If Little Phillip gets a little cranky or uncooperative, there are lovely melodies that will play to put him in the right frame of mind. Let me demonstrate."
Dr. Davenport pulled at a ruffled flap on the side of the bonnet, and the velcro gaveway to reveal some small controls. Her fingers fiddled with a dail. Suddenly a loud nursery rhyme began to play in Phillip's ears.
"Here we go round the mulberry bush!!!!" rang out an enthusiastic female voice, whose voice was dripping with maternal sweetness. Dr. Davenport's smooth red lips kept moving, but Phillip could only hear the juvenile music. Unconciously, he began to suc-kle his binky in rythym with the repetitive melody. The music made it impossible to even think. Phillip's hands came up and the soft vinyl covered balls bounced against the sides of the pink satin bonnet covering Phillip's ears. Phillip then held them there, as if he was trying to put his hands over his ears. Dr. Davenport, his mother, and the nurse all began laughing simultaneously. The truth was he had never looked sillier in his life.
Phillip couldn't hear the laughing as the nursery rhyme played over and over again, but he could see the full throated mirth of all three women. Dr. Davenport caught Phillip's eye, and this time she winked slowly so there could be no doubt of it. Her shiny red lips curled into an even more satisfied smile.
Phillip quickly averted his eyes, but he could feel the hot blood rising in his cheeks. He kept his eyes down, forcing him to stare at the pink stuffed bear that Mother insisted he clutch like a toddler. He wouldn't give Dr. Davenport the satisfaction of locking his eyes with his cheeks ablaze. It was as if she was taunting him. Why didn't Mother see those conspiratorial winks, why didn't she see that this mad doctor was playing some incomprehensible game with him?!! With resigned defeat, Phillip lowered his arms and rested the pink balls his lap. Dr. Davenport finally reached under the flap and switched off the blaring music. All three women were looking down at him with satisfied smiles.
"Now then Rita, let's take a looke at those chapped lips." Dr. Davenport had to remove his bonnet to so that the thick pink strap could be unhooked from his binky, but she quickly put it back on, seeming to tie and even bigger pink bow under the side of is chin, so that Phillip felt like he were growing a second head. His thoughts were broken when Dr. Davenport curled her forefinger into the pink plastic ring at the end of Phillip's binky and slowly pulled it out until the bulbous head slid out and broke the seal of Phillip's lips with a wet popping sound.
Phillip wiggled his jaw back and forth, and gratefully brought his lips together for the first time in ages.
"Yes, I see the problem. We can do two things for this condition." She turned to the nurse and spouted off a strings of instructions. The nurse went to the cabinets and began pulling down different items. Dr. Davenport had Phillip lay back on the padded examination table. She then pulled up a wide leather strap and pinned his arms and chest snugly to the table. She then pulled up a second strap, which came right over his hips so that it pressed down directly on the pajama material, plastic panties and thick diapers that covered his privates, which were still swollen from his prior examination. Dr. Daveport pulled the belt even tighter, until the he felt an extreme pressure on his bladder. She then cinched a third belt around his ankles. He was completely immobilizied. Dr. Davenport casually rested one hand on the belt over his crotch, and it pressed down evern more firmly. The need to urinate began to increase, and Phillip unconciously made a suc-king sound with his lips, forgetting that for the first time in ages his mouth was mercifully empty.
"Don't worry Little Phillip, you'll get your binky back in a jiffy!!" Dr. Davenport took his face between her thumb and forefinger and wiggled it back and forth and then "beeped" him on the nose. Phillip was about to explain that he was NOT trying to regain his binky when Dr. Davenport was once again working her hands into a pair of latex gloves. She coated Phillip's lips with a cotton ball soaked in an icy liquid. Phillip's lips instantly became numb. Then Dr. Davenport picked up a hypodermic. Phillip's eyes jerked open like saucers. As the nurse took hold of either side of his bonneted head, immobilizing it, Dr. Davenport leaned over him until her face was inches from his. Her perfume washed over him. Her hand seemed to press down more firmly on the leather belt, causing his pen-is to stiffen but his need to urinate even more urgent.
"Now den Little Phillip doesn't have to worry his pretty head about anything!!! You won't feel a thing sweetheart!" With that she injected his upper lip. He felt nothing but a numbness. As the nurse's hands kept his face immobile, Dr. Davenport finished the injections.
"These collagen injections will help Little Phillip's lips retain more moisture and prevent chapping. His lips will appear "bee stung" but the fullness will keep them moist and supple. Also the pouting effect caused by the injections will aid Little Phillip in achieving that perfect "O"! Phillip opened and closed his mouth. He felt something flapping but his lips were still anesthisized.
"Now in addition, this cream will aid in moisturizing." Dr. Davenport picked up a plastic tube, removed the top, and turned the bottom. Out popped a head like a chapstick or a tube of lipstick.
"I want you to apply a coating of this to Little Phillip's lips at least twice a day, more if needed. You'll notice it will stain his lips a faint pink color but don't be alarmed, that is part of its protective features. With that Dr. Davenport reached down and coated Phillip's lips with the balm. His mother looked on like the Cheshire Cat, a smile of satisfied approval in everything she had been shown. Dr. Davenport picked up Phillip's binky, the pink rubber strap hanging from one end.
"Fortunately these collagen injections don't require any post-op period, Phillip can resume his therapy immediately. In fact now that his lips have been coated with the moisturizing balm, with the increased soft fullness of his lips, Little Phillip will probably suc-kler more comfortably than ever." She turned to look down at her charge. "Won't you little Silly Philly!!!" With a laugh, she "chucked" him under the chin and used her thumb to signify that he should part his lips.
"Open up like a good baby for Doctor D!" Phillip parted his numb lips.
But Dr. Davenport hesitated. "Almost forgot!"
Phillip sat there dumbly with his mouth opened. Dr. Davenport had poured some yellow oil over the shaft of the binky. Before Phillip could react, the castor oil saturated shaft was tickling the back of his throat, the pink heart-shaped plastic guard firmly covering his creamy fat inflated lips. Phillip began to blanch against the shaft of the binkly, causing the oil to trickle down his throat. It was horrble!!!! Finally it seemed like the more he suc-ked the slightly better the binky began to taste as the oil was licked off, that he began to suc-k quickly and frantically. The women all laughed at the site.
"Now Rita, do to Little Phillip's constipation, I want all his meals pureed until further notice."
"Oh yes Dr. Davenport!!! I'll be sure to blend everything till its smooth as tapioca!!" his Mother enthused.
"Exellent Rita. Make sure that Little Phillip gets lots of greens, spinach, peas, broccoli, and don't forget the nutritious yellows like squash and carrot! That should get him regular!! But I want you to administer the enemas for the time being."
Philllip felt like he was in a daze. He was lead between Dr. Davenport and his Mother by both wrists where the pink balls were buckled. The nurse ceremoniously carried Pinky Bear at the rear. They marched back to the reception area. Oh no!!!!!! Phillip's eyes were glued to the floor as they led him to a chair. He was acutely aware of the ruffled border of the bonnet framing his face and the huge bow wedged under his chin. Now the strap of his binky was over the back of the bonnet, securing it more tightly to his head. When they sat him down, he could see the bottom of the receptionist's desk just in front of him. They had seated him in the center of the first row again, directly in front of her.
"Now then Little Phillip, Doctor and Mummy have important things to discuss. You be an extra good baby boy, and keept that diapered fanny glued to that seat!!!! Come along Rita." The nurse tucked Pinky Bear under Phillip's arm with a smirk. Dr. Davenport patted him on the top of his bonnet, and then pinched his hot cheek. He sputtered some drool onto the front of his bib in response.
Laughing, she reached to his ear and pulled back the flap. Oh no!!! The nursery rhymes blared to life, drowning out all sound. He could only watch as the three women's heels marched away and out of sight.
Without thinking, Phillip finally looked up. Suddenly he heard a click and his eyes squinched shut.
The receptionist mouthed something that seemed to amuse her to no end, and then she snapped a few more pictures. Phillip wanted to scream, but the binky kept his fat bee-stung lips smacking noisily around its slick rubber shaft. Then he felt a suddent heat in his groin. What??!!!!! Tears began to run down his cheeks as the nursery rhyme began again for the umteenth time. He was peeing uncontrollably.