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Ginny’s Incontinence Procedure — Part 11
🕑 Added 2023-05-03 00:00:01 +0000 UTC
The following story contains adult content and is intended only for adult readers over the age of 18. Any characters depicted in adult situations are over the age of 18. This story is entirely fictional and has been written and shared for entertainment purposes only.
Ginny trudged down the hall before Nurse Sunshine and Nurse Roberts, her diaper loudly and uncomfortably squelching under her plastic pants from her filthy poopy mess at every step.
They were walking her down the hall to the clinic’s special pediatric room. “Where the poopy babies go. Especially the naughty ones,” the two nurses loudly laughed with each other right behind Ginny, as if Ginny couldn’t hear them.
They didn’t bother to turn the pediatric exam room’s lights on as they walked Ginny into the room. But even just from the dim-daylight leaking in through the closed blinds, Ginny blushed at the sight of the room’s overwhelmingly childish decorations.
From colorful baby toys, pre-school targeted educational posters, and stuffed animals, all of it strangely made Ginny feel even more babyish, even while she was still already wearing nothing but an utterly soaked and poopy diaper, with nursery-printed plastic pants.
The nurses marched Ginny across the room to yet another plastic, colorful chair. But this chair was even smaller than the one in the last room. It was a true toddler chair.
And more notably, it was facing into the corner. A poster above it had an arrow facing down with the words Naughty Corner.
“Take a seat,” Nurse Roberts directed in a stern tone from right behind Ginny.
Ginny hesitated, shuddering at the prospect of sitting and once again subjecting her already aching bottom to another ordeal of smearing it into the filthy contents of her poopy diaper.
“Ummm… do I have to?” Ginny meekly muttered.
She suddenly felt the strong hands of both nurses land on each of her shoulders.
“Take. A. Seat,” Nurse Sunshine ordered this time, her tone now sounding like a barely veiled threat.
Ginny meekly complied, feeling the hands of both nurses almost forcing her down as she slowly squatted on the tiny chair. Once again, she cringed from the mortifying squelch of her ass cheeks and genitals being forced to sit in her poopy diaper mess. The fact that her poopy and soggy mess was also growing cold was making her every movement in her diaper feel that much even worse.
She still couldn’t believe she pooped her diaper. Peeing it all this time had been one level of humiliation. But pooping her diaper with a stinky, squishy load, and being forced to walk around in her mushy-bottom filth, was a whole new level of mortifying. She didn’t know what she was doing in this new room, but she hoped it was so she could finally clean herself up.
As she begrudgingly settled her bottom onto the contents of her poopy mess in order to sit in the plastic chair, she suddenly, heard the nurses walking away behind her.
“Hey, wait! Where are you going?” Ginny shouted, reflexively turning around and starting to stand.
“Young lady!” Nurse Roberts suddenly barked from halfway across the room. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I uh—“ Ginny started to answer.
“You were told to take a seat!” Nurse Roberts said, cutting her off. “So sit that butt back down, right now!”
Ginny flushed bright red, the nurse’s overtly hostile scolding suddenly taking her off guard. After all, the nurse’s had been mean to her before, teasing her about her accidents and diapers. But now, they were suddenly loudly shouting at her like she was actually a naughty child. And Ginny would have been lying if she said the angry look on Nurse Roberts face didn’t scare her. Especially given the vulnerability of Ginny’s current, dirty-diaper circumstances.
Ginny sheepishly slunk back into the toddler seat, grimacing in revulsion as she was once again forced to smush her bottom into her cold, poopy mess.
“There you go, that’s better,” Nurse Roberts said, her tone only slightly softening. “Now, keep that butt in that seat, and those eyes in the corner, until we say otherwise. And trust me, we’ll know if you don’t. I’ve dealt with hundreds of difficult pediatric patients before you, here in this very room. And I promise, you’re not more clever than a single one of them.”
Ginny blushed again. Partially because it seemed like they really were punishing her like a child for some reason. And partially because Nurse Roberts seemed to just imply that she thought Ginny was even dumber than the usual toddler patients she punished in that very corner.
But then Ginny started to hear both nurses leaving again, and she couldn’t help but try to pipe up again, but this time with her eyes still obediently glued to the corner, her mushy butt glued to the seat.
“But… but wait… wait! Where are you going?!” Ginny frantically squeaked, still having no idea what was going on or why.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of one of the nurse’s footsteps stop. Then turn around and start marching back toward her. Ginny couldn’t help but shrink a little in fear as she heard the loud, angry sounding footsteps coming back her way.
“Excuse me, young lady? What was that? Did you have something more you wished to discuss with me? Is that why you just rudely talked back to me from across the room?” Nurse Roberts suddenly barked from over Ginny’s shoulder. “Because let me tell you, most naughty little ones in your position know that the longer we keep talking, and the longer you continue to waste my time, the much more likely I am to come up with another punishment for you. One I promise you’ll enjoy considerably less. Is that what you’d like?”
“Wha—? No! Please, I’m sorry!” Ginny stammered in terror, still staring at the wall. “I just don’t understand—I mean why am I—or rather, what is—I mean, or rather, why did you—“
“Spit it out, dear! You’re already wasting enough of my time, as is. And I sure hope whatever you have to say actually is important!” Nurse Roberts scolded.
“The doctor!” Ginny finally managed to sputter. “Dr. Mallory. I thought she said she was coming back. Do you know if she still is? Or when?”
The room went silent. Ginny felt a chill of fear.
“I mean, that is, if you don’t mind me asking… ma’am,” Ginny nervously added, desperately trying to avoid antagonizing the woman who apparently seemed to be in charge of her like she was a child or something. Ginny really didn’t like the fact that she was still at the clinic one bit. But her current naked poopy-diaper circumstances made leaving on her own unfeasible at the moment, to say the least. Not to mention they still had possession of all her stuff somewhere as well…
Finally, Nurse Roberts took a deep breath and answered, “Dr. Mallory will be back to see you again shortly. But in the meantime, young lady, I advise you to do a few things.
“First, I advise you to look up at the sign on the wall and recognize where you are. You are in the naughty corner. You may not be familiar with the purpose of the naughty corner, given the apparently severe lack of discipline and guidance you’ve had in your life, judging from your atrocious habits and personality for your age. But to put it in words even a diaper-pooping baby like yourself could understand, it’s where little ones go who have been, well… naughty.
“Next, I advise you to think through and remember what exactly it was you did that was naughty enough for you to wind up in the naughty corner. I’ll give you a hint. If you were my daughter, I’d be washing your mouth out long and hard with soap right now, because that’s what the punishment for fibbing was in my house. Let alone committing months-worth of medical fraud regarding your severe lack of adult-toileting-faculties.
“And lastly, I encourage you to think long and hard about why exactly you did those all those naughty, naughty things. Because I promise, Dr. Mallory is going to want to hear a very, very good explanation from you when she returns. And quite frankly, I suspect that the quality of your explanation is going to play a serious role in determining the quality of your life in the coming weeks, months, and perhaps even years,” Nurse Roberts declared.
Ginny’s eyes widened in terror. It felt like she knew less and less about what was going on by the second. Nurse Roberts’s vague, ominous threat about the ‘quality of her life’ in the future had Ginny reeling. Her head was spinning as she struggled to make any sense of it.
“Got it?” Nurse Roberts barked.
“Umm... yes... I mean, thank you.... ma’am,” Ginny stammered.
“Good. Now, eyes back in the corner!” Nurse Roberts shouted, snapping Ginny’s attention back to the present and causing her to fix her eyes back exactly on the spot in the corner in front of her. “That’s a good girl,” Nurse Roberts smirked, then turned to leave.
“Pee-ew, the whole room already stinks like a rotten daycare in here. We really should have put you in two pairs of baby-pants, given the size of the monstrous dump you dropped in your diaper back there,” Nurse Roberts said to herself as she walked out of the room, giving Ginny one last flash of visceral shame before she finally left.
At last, the nurses were both gone. And Ginny was alone.
Alone in the silence. And darkness.
Once again, Ginny was left to sit in the corner and stew in her dirty diaper, waiting for Dr. Mallory to finally return.
But this time, the corner she was sitting in was the naughty corner.
And Ginny couldn’t help but swirl deeper into an emotional pit of her worsening shame and humiliation, thinking the whole time about exactly what Nurse Roberts told her to think about…
Just what a naughty, naughty baby she was.
* * *
“Alright, stinker-bell. It’s time to have a talk.”
Ginny heard the person walking into the room behind her. After a moment, she recognized the voice.
“Dr. Mallory!” Ginny called out, slowly coming to from her half-sleep daze.
Ginny had no idea how long she had been left there in the naughty corner, as there were no clocks around, and she was forced to stare into the corner, anyway. But the sense of boredom and isolation was so intense, it had felt like it had been hours. It had at least been long enough that Ginny had almost started to doze off while she was squatting in her poopy diaper in the toddler seat.
But now, it seemed the doctor was finally back! Maybe this meant she was about to finally escape this nightmarish clinic… not to mention escape her horribly itchy and stinky poopy diaper!
Ginny did her best to shake herself awake, until she remembered to keep her eyes glued to the corner, lest she draw one of the nurse’s ire, should they be watching. She heard Dr. Mallory’s footsteps approach her from behind.
“Nurse Sunshine tells me you’ve had a little bit of time in the quiet corner to calm down and reflect on your behavior today and over the past several weeks. Is that true?” Dr. Mallory asked.
Ginny was still far from knowing exactly what they wanted from her, but she got the sense that if she just played along and acted submissive and remorseful, she would hopefully soon finally be on her way home. She would just have to swallow her pride. Whatever small amount of it she had left, anyway…
“Ummm…” Ginny gulped. “Yes, Miss. I have.”
“Good, good, I’m glad to hear that,” Dr. Mallory said.
Ginny waited with bated breath for Dr. Mallory to say what felt like the next obvious thing that needed to be addressed… whether she could finally leave time out. But instead, Ginny continued facing the corner in silence while she heard Dr. Mallory seemingly shuffling through some paperwork for several moments.
Finally, Ginny grew impatient enough to raise the issue herself. “Um, excuse me, Miss?” Ginny asked.
“What is it, dear?” Dr. Mallory replied.
“May I uh… turn around from the corner now, then?” Ginny asked, feeling deeply humiliated by having to ask such a question in the first place.
“Oh… oh, no, I don’t think so, dear, not yet. I’d like to get through this important discussion with you, first,” Dr. Mallory answered.
Ginny felt a sting of humiliation. She thought by asking for permission to turn around, she was being overly cautious and considerate. Just as an excessive show of respect to the Doctor. But the fact that she was just rebuked and told to keep staring at the wall while the doctor continued talking with her felt more demeaning than ever. But nonetheless, Ginny obediently complied, feeling utterly powerless at this point to do anything otherwise.
“Well, alright, dear, let’s get to it,” Dr. Mallory said, seemingly settled with her paperwork. “After extensively conferring with my fellow medical professionals about the many unique difficulties and challenges of your case, the long and the short of it is this.
“There are three possible discharge scenarios for you in consideration right now. Each scenario is distinct. And whatever decision is made will almost certainly have a tremendous impact on you and your life going forward for a long time to come. By the end of our discussion here, I’ll be making my final determination as to which discharge scenario I believe will be the best for you and everyone else around you.
“But I believe a final conversation with you is in order to help me finalize my decision. Needless to say, your responses and behavior now will play a significant role in influencing my final decision. Is all that understood?” Dr. Mallory asked.
“I… uh… uh… um… but…” Ginny stammered. Her head was spinning. She didn’t even know where to begin.
“I’m telling you right now, you’re not off to a good start, dear,” Dr. Mallory admonished.
Ginny blushed and felt a surge of panic. She desperately tried to collect her wits—a feat that felt impossible, given that she was currently still sitting in a massive poopy mess in her diaper that seemed to be somehow squelching ever-further into her most private regions every minute she continued to sit there.
“Yes, ma’am, I understand, ma’am,” Ginny managed to blurt, still facing the wall. The fact that she was still forced to face the corner during this discussion made it that much harder for her to maintain her gumption. “But may I ask… of the three scenarios, is there one where I walk out the front door by myself and things go pretty much back to normal?”
Dr. Mallory smirked. “Oh, I wish that were so, dear. I really do. But perhaps that’s as good of a prompt as any to remind you exactly what you did to wind up in the naughty corner right now. And to remind you of how your short visit to the time-out corner so far is still only but a sliver of the consequences you are still owed given the seriousness of your transgressions.
“The bottom line is that you have behaved recklessly and criminally, dear.
“You have been knowingly making false official declarations for months now to our medical staff about your symptoms and the nature of your condition while currently enrolled in a federal FDA medical study. That is, you concealed and lied about your ongoing and severe diaper-dependence, threatening the integrity of the entire study. Further, you have attained subsidized medical care under outrageously false pretenses. Both of these alone are grounds to be charged with perjury and criminal fraud.
“Add in the fact that you knowingly endangered a healthcare worker by failing to accurately report your diaper-dependence, thus resulting in negligently exposing them to human biohazard, when you peed in their face during your routine exam, and you’re looking at a misdemeanor charge of reckless endangerment at the least, and potentially even felony assault at worst.
“So that brings me to the first possible scenario for your discharge…” Dr. Mallory said ominously.
“… Jail.”
“Jail!?” Ginny shouted out in horror. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but every bit of it terrified her to the very core.
“That’s right,” Dr. Mallory said calmly. “One of the possibilities for your discharge is that we call the police to come pay us a visit while we file a full report on all of your crimes. They will almost certainly book you immediately, given the potential assault charge, and you’ll spend the night in jail. Possibly the first of many nights in jail, depending on how you are ultimately charged for the rest of your full litany of offenses.”
“You can’t… you can’t do this to me!” Ginny squealed, suddenly bursting into sobs while still facing the corner. “Please, I’m sorry! But you can’t send me to jail! I’m just a patient! How can you send one of your patients to jail? Please, I’ll do anything! I’m sorry, I swear!!” Ginny frantically pleaded, growing hysterical.
Never in a million years would she have imagined facing the prospect of doing hard time due to showing up to her doctor’s appointment. Let alone apparently because she showed up in a soggy diaper…
“Shhhhh, calm down,” Dr. Mallory said from behind her. “Be a good girl and calm down. And do watch your tone. I know. It’s not a fun outcome to consider. And guess what? I have no interest in choosing that outcome for you, either… except as a very last resort.”
“You don’t?” Ginny sniffled.
“No, dear, of course not,” Dr. Mallory said with the slightest of smiles. “Because you’re right, you are one of our patients. And no doctor ever wants to see one of their patient’s end up in prison.”
Ginny breathed a small sigh of relief, starting to barely calm down.
“However,” Dr. Mallory continued. “I do present the scenario of you being handed over to the police as a very real and entirely possible one… should you choose not to fully cooperate with one of the other two discharge-care scenarios presented before you. I have absolutely no desire to report your crimes to the police if I don’t absolutely have to, because I know your actions reflect the fact that you are sick. But whether I do or not depends entirely on you cooperating with an alternative discharge-care scenario that addresses the offenses and sickness in a different manner instead. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ginny said, gulping and nodding her head. She was still on edge, and she didn’t like this idea of being talked about like she was ’sick’ in such a dramatic way, but she was certain that anything else presented would still be far better than jail.
“Now, to continue,” Dr. Mallory said. “I must clarify, you are absolutely correct that no doctor wants their patient to end up in jail. However, it’s also true that no doctor wants their patient to go without the help they need. And Ginny, I’m letting you know right now, you need serious, serious help. Whether you care to admit it or not.”
The words sent a strange chill down Ginny’s spine and made her blush with inexplicable, yet profound, shame. She needs serious help? That wasn’t actually true… was it? She wasn’t some troubled, naughty adolescent, in dire need of social services intervention… she was an adult for pete’s sake!
But that’s when her attention happened to return to the filthy, poopy diaper bottom she was still sitting in, and she blushed hot red as she was forced to remember the glaring, stinking, heavy poopy evidence to the contrary, currently in the seat of her diaper.
“The truth is, Ginny,” Dr. Mallory continued, “after everything we learned about you today, with the apparent depth and severity of your acute mental and emotional issues, I would lose my medical license if I were to let you leave our office this afternoon without committing you to some form of emergency intensive supervision and care.
“A short-term program, at the very least. But ideally a medium-term, and perhaps even a long-term one. Voluntary or not.
“Like I said, a jail would fulfill the bare minimum of that function, supervision, should you refuse to see eye to eye with me about the level of care you need.
“But I’d much rather see you in a proper psychiatric medical facility that is equipped to at least attempt to address your ongoing behavioral and psychological diaper-dependence and regressive pathologies.
“Or hopefully at least contain the severity of your unpredictably regressive behavior, until we can at least be sure of your basic safety and ability to still care for yourself as an adult in the outside world,” Dr. Mallory explained.
Ginny was silent, the doctor’s words hanging heavy in the air as she tried to process them. “I don’t understand. You mean like… a mental institution?” Ginny finally nervously uttered.
“Yes, dear,” Dr. Mallory answered. “The second discharge scenario consists of your direct admittance to the psychiatric wing of Downtown Mercy hospital for a one to two week mandatory hold for the purposes of psychiatric assessment, with a much longer additional admittance advised and pre-authorized for the purposes of addressing your long-term and ongoing state of infantile regression and needed diapering facility care.”
Suddenly, Ginny felt a chill of terror down to her very bones. A mental institution? She suddenly had a flash of nightmarish visions—straitjackets, forced medications, padded cells where nobody can hear you scream. It was almost more terrifying than jail.
“You think the accidents I’ve been having are just because I’m… crazy? Is that what you’re saying?” Ginny shouted, her voice trembling. “Well that’s ridiculous, because I’m not! I’m not crazy! I don’t know what you’re talking about with a mental facility or whatever, but I am definitely not going there, because I don’t need to, because I am not crazy! Even if I had an accident or two in my pants… or even a lot more than that. Because I’m not crazy! I’m not crazy!!”
Silence fell over the room. Ginny instantly felt nervous. Especially since she still couldn’t see Dr. Mallory’s reaction while still obediently staring into the corner.
“… okay?” Ginny meekly added.
Suddenly, she heard Dr. Mallory let out an exasperated sigh.
“Well, hon, I’m sorry to tell you this, but that’s strike two, and that means we’re done. I warned you to watch your tone with your first outburst a moment ago, and now I see I should have just cut off the conversation there. Because I realize I was wrong to think you were mature enough to at least make it through a short conversation without throwing screaming temper tantrums like a naughty teething infant,” Dr. Mallory said. “Well, no matter. Since you can’t behave well enough to even hear the third option, I’ll let Nurse Sunshine know I’ve made my decision. Or rather, you have.”
Suddenly, Ginny heard Dr. Mallory speaking into an intercom.
“Hello, Nurse Sunshine? This is Dr. Mallory. You can go ahead and bring a wheelchair down here to the pediatric room and prepare to buckle Ginny in for her transfer to the Mercy psychiatric ward. And if she refuses or fails to cooperate in any way, you can instead call the police for her arrest, as we discussed.”
Ginny felt a surge of panic and horror as she heard Dr. Mallory getting up. The idea of being checked into a psychiatric institution terrified her almost as much as prison! Let alone being taken there by Nurse Sunshine, strapped down against her will!
“Wait! Dr. Mallory, wait, please! I’m sorry!” Ginny begged, still staring into the corner. “But please, just tell me the third option!”
But Dr. Mallory didn’t respond, only continued walking away.
“Dr. Mallory!” Ginny squealed, bursting into sobs of terror.
Still no response.
Finally, Ginny jumped to her feet and spun around, unintentionally flailing her poopy, droopy diaper between her legs with a filthy squelch and sag. Dr. Mallory was already almost to the door across the room.
“Dr. Mallory, please, wait!” Ginny shrieked, breaking into an awkward waddle-run across the pediatric exam room, her diaper horrifically squishing and squelching in her thick plastic nursery pants with every step as she desperately tried to stop her.
“I’m sorry! Please! I didn’t mean it! I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on!” Ginny wailed, literally falling to her knees right behind the Doctor.
Dr. Mallory paused right before she opened the door, then turned around.
“I’ll do anything! Please! I swear I’ll be a good girl. I just want to be a good girl for you, I swear. Please… please give me one more chance before you force me to go to the hospital with Nurse Sunshine!” Ginny begged, staring up with tears in her eyes.
Dr. Mallory stared down at the girl, her lips pursed, her arms crossed.
But at the same time, a slow, undetectable smirk just barely came across the doctor’s lips. A smirk that Ginny would never notice, nor be capable of understanding the significance of, anyway, even if she did.
But to the doctor… the smirk meant she finally had her naughty, poopy diaper girl right where she wanted her.
* * *
“Who gave you permission to leave time out?” Dr. Mallory hissed.
“No one, I’m sorry, I just—“
“You just thought you’d try to convince me of what a good little girl you were, by breaking the rules right in front of my face? Well that doesn’t make much sense, does it, stinky pants?” Dr. Mallory said
“You’re right, I’m sorry, it’s just… please, just give me one more chance to hear the other option, the one where I don’t have to go to the mental hospital or go to jail. I’ll do anything, I swear!” Ginny pleaded.
Dr. Mallory stared down at her for a long moment, relishing in Ginny’s pleading gaze.
“Alright, dear. I’ll give you one more chance to finish our conversation. Just one more. But in order for me to do that after your behavior so far, I am going to need strict, 100% obedience from you in my presence from now on. No matter what. That means no talking back, no fussing, no arguing. Just pure obedience. Is that something you can do?”
Ginny’s eyes widened with a tinge of fear. But she eagerly nodded her head.
“Very well. Then, first thing’s first, I want your butt back in the corner where it belongs, right this instant. And I mean, you’d better get it there before I change my mind about continuing this conversation, which I’m about to do literally any second.”
Ginny’s eyes widened, adrenaline shooting through her body. She turned and tried to jump to her feet, but Dr. Mallory’s hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, stopping her.
“No, dear. I want you to crawl back to your naughty corner,” Dr. Mallory said. “That’s far more appropriate for a little girl wearing a poopy diaper, who left the time out corner without asking, don’t you think?”
Ginny slowly got back down to her hands and knees, stunned for a moment by the humiliating demand.
“Answer me when I’m speaking to you, naughty girl, or else I’ll change my mind right now,” Dr. Mallory scolded.
“Yes, you’re right, ma’am, I’m sorry!” Ginny blurted. Then she started frantically crawling back across the room on her hands and knees as fast as she could, her poopy diaper sagging and sloshing between her thighs.
Some part inside Ginny was still aware enough to be positively mortified by the intentionally debasing and infantile act she was being made to perform. But she was too terrified and desperate to avoid getting taken away by Nurse Sunshine, to think of anything but trying to get back on Dr. Mallory’s good side. She knew her fate was completely in the doctor’s hands.
“Okay, stop, Ginny. Right where you are,” Dr. Mallory suddenly ordered from across the room.
Ginny froze. She was only half-way back toward the naughty corner. Her heart was pounding. Did this mean she had failed the task?
Dr. Mallory approached Ginny, who was now frozen in the middle of the room. “Get back up on your knees,” Dr. Mallory ordered.
Ginny complied, kneeling and facing forward, with Dr. Mallory standing right behind her.
“Lift up your right hand,” Dr. Mallory ordered.
Ginny complied.
“Make a fist,” Dr. Mallory said.
Ginny did.
“Stick out your thumb,” Dr. Mallory said.
Ginny complied.
“And put that thumb in your mouth,” Dr. Mallory ordered.
Ginny hesitated for a split second as she realized what she was being made to do… but then promptly obeyed.
“Now suck on that thumb,” Dr. Mallory said.
Ginny closed her eyes, her cheeks flushing red, as she began to perform the infantile deed of sucking her thumb, something she hadn’t done since she was an infant.
“Good,” Dr. Mallory said. “Now, while you keep sucking your thumb, take your left hand, and reach out behind you.”
Ginny did.
“Make a nice, open palm,” Dr. Mallory instructed.
Ginny did.
“And place that open hand right on the butt of that mushy, diaper tushy of yours,” Dr. Mallory said.
Ginny slowly placed her hand on the outside of her sagging, squishy diaper, and immediately cringed in disgust
“Now give that dirty diaper butt of yours a good hard squeeze,” Dr. Mallory ordered.
Ginny grimaced… but complied, squeezing her filthy, poopy diaper mess in the seat of her diaper. She couldn’t help but experience a full body shudder of disgust at the cool, mushy contents squeezing against her bottom.
Dr. Mallory burst into laughter as Ginny burned red with indescribable, infantile shame, forced to suck on her thumb with one hand, and squish the contents of her shameful poopy diaper mess with the other.
“So it looks like you do know how to follow directions, huh?” Dr. Mallory mocked, walking slow circles around Ginny while Ginny kneeled before her, debasing herself.
“Now, let’s see if you actually do know how to tell the truth about your diapers, despite lying about them for so long now,” Dr. Mallory continued. “How does that mushy diaper butt feel?”
“Ummm…” Ginny murmured in shame with her thumb in her mouth, her cheeks bright red. “Yucky.”
“Yucky? Yucky how? Describe it. Use your words like a big girl,” Dr. Mallory ordered.
“Ummmm…” Ginny murmured, trying to think, letting go of her diapered butt and letting her thumb slip out of her mouth.
“I didn’t say stop!” Dr. Mallory scolded. “Keep sucking that thumb and giving that mushy poopy diaper tushy a nice naughty squish massage while you tell me how it feels. Spread it all in. That’s a good, stinky, naughty baby girl. I’m waiting.”
“Well… I can feel the warm, mushy mess from my poopy accident squishing into my butt cheeks. And not just my butt cheeks… but my sensitive bits, too,” Ginny begrudgingly murmured, her face burning redder than ever. Somehow, vocalizing the mortifying, infantile sensation out loud made it all feel a hundred times more humiliating.
She sheepishly glanced up, hoping that was enough, only to see Dr. Mallory’s expression urging her to say more.
“The whole mess is stinky and squishy,” Ginny continued. “It itches a lot. It feels heavy, and naughty, sagging around my rear. And the crinkling sound of the plastic pants and the poopy, squishy diaper, somehow makes all of it feel all the more embarrassing,” Ginny added, tearing up with shame.
“And are you proud of yourself? Are you proud of that big, naughty, stinky, poopy mess you made in your pants today? Do you like waddling around all afternoon with messy pants, smelling like a stinky mess?” Dr. Mallory asked.
“No, ma’am,” Ginny frantically shook her head no.
“Then why did you make that big poopy mess in your pants?” Dr. Mallory asked sharply.
“Huh?” Ginny asked, taken off guard.
“Why did you go potty in your diaper… if you don’t like having a poopy, soggy diaper?” Dr. Mallory asked a little slower.
“Oh, I uh… I mean… it was an accident. I didn’t mean to,” Ginny answered, a little confused, her thumb still in her mouth.
“And is that true for all your soggy diapers, too?” Dr. Mallory continued. “The ones you flood to the brim with peepee everyday, like that very diaper you’re wearing now, which you flooded to the point of leaking this morning, then left in our clinic’s trashcan. Every diaper you fill with peepee has all been… totally on accident?”
“Y-y-yes, ma’am,” Ginny stammered. She almost added the words, of course, but stopped herself, out of fear of coming off as disobedient again. But she didn’t understand how Dr. Mallory would think Ginny’s flooded diapers were anything but the result of accidents.
But as Ginny stood there, squeezing her poopy diaper butt and sucking her thumb in an act of utter submission and humiliation before this woman, she got the sense that Dr. Mallory had still wanted something else from Ginny’s answers. As if she didn’t believe Ginny that the reason she was wetting and messing her diapers was the result of genuine accidents.
All of this only made Ginny feel even more powerless and scared before this source of tremendous authority, who really did have the fate of Ginny’s entire future in her hands.
Ginny just wished she really knew how to be a good little girl and give the doctor what she wanted.
But unfortunately for Ginny, she was soon going to pay a tremendous price for failing to do exactly that.
TO BE CONTINUED
IN PART XII
