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Ginny’s Incontinence Procedure — Part 5
🕑 Added 2023-02-08 01:00:01 +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 jerked her hand away from her crotch, a little confused about why she was rubbing her soggy diaper like that in broad daylight without thinking. Even if it was ostensibly just to check the wetness.
Then she started making her way across the parking lot toward her incontinence doctor’s office, her heavily flooded, extra-thick diaper squishing and sagging between her thighs with every step.
On her mind was figuring out how to get through another one of her mandatory ‘incontinence check-ups’ again without Nurse Sunshine discovering she was wearing diapers this long after her supposedly successful incontinence surgery. This was for several reasons, but mainly because Ginny had been emphatically lying about it for weeks now, and was terrified of the consequences of admitting the truth. That is, dire consequences for her dignity, and maybe even worse legal consequences.
The issue now was, for her past several appointments, Ginny had been asked to undress and change into a hospital gown for her exam. Fortunately, Ginny suspected they might ask her to do that, so she had developed the habit of changing out of her diaper right before her appointment, and going in ‘unprotected’, as it were.
Which had worked so far, but it seemed like with every appointment, as her incontinence continued getting worse, it became more and more risky for her to go without a diaper for any length of time, even just for the duration of her exam. After all, could she really explain having an accident right in the middle of the exam, after she’d been lying to them nonstop about supposedly having perfect continence again?
Now, as Ginny waddled across the parking lot, the question about when to ditch her diaper was hot on her mind.
She might have ditched her mostly soaking diaper in the car, but the issue was, at her last appointment, she ended up spending about 20 minutes in the waiting room before she was called in.
That was potentially an extra 20 minutes or more without her protective padding, adding tremendously to her risk of an accident!
Instead, Ginny decided her best strategy was going to be to keep her soggy, heavy diaper on until she was called in. Then she would run to the bathroom to ditch the soggy diaper right before she actually changed out of her street clothes for the exam. She was bringing her backpack in with her for the diaper’s disposal, just for that purpose. She didn’t want to leave any evidence behind of her ongoing deceit.
Ginny walked into the crowded Doctor’s office waiting room, her sopping wet diaper seemingly squirting and squelching worse with her every step.
Her tummy was rumbling with nervousness. …or at least, she hoped it was just nervousness.
She paused, took a deep breath, and told herself everything would be fine. It was just a check-up, right? There was no reason to worry. Only a baby is scared of a check up at the doctor, she said to herself, trying to lighten her mood. She wasn’t a baby!
But unfortunately for Ginny, she never could have predicted just how bad her appointment was about to go. And all the endless ways it was about to change her life—and her relationship to diapers—forever.
* * *
Ginny signed in at the front desk, then furtively waddled to the seating area and sat down with an unexpectedly audible squish-plop from her bottom.
Ginny blushed, then looked around to make sure no one else heard her saturated diaper’s embarrassing noise.
Fortunately, no one in the waiting room filled with either very elderly people, or family’s with toddlers and babies, seemed to notice.
She couldn’t help but blush that she so obviously stuck out in the room as the only one having embarrassing incontinence issues at her age. The only one not a toddler, nor an 80 year old.
If only they knew just how bad my situation was, Ginny cringed, wondering if she had the worst continence of all of them. But she tried to act natural while stewing on the plastic chair with a gallon of her cold soggy peepee squishing in the diaper under her butt.
Even worse, as the minutes passed, Ginny was pretty sure she felt herself subtly start leaking even more fresh urine into her diaper from her bladder—something she was becoming less and less capable of even detecting when it happened.
She just prayed she didn’t leak and stain her pants while she sat. She’d only just started wearing plastic pants that week, which she discovered helped tremendously with containing leaks like that, despite the fact that the crinkly, babyish garments made her feel even a hundred times more embarrassed of her diapered condition.
But unfortunately, she hadn’t worn the babyish plastic pants to her appointment that day, out of fear that it would just be one more thing she needed to figure out how to hide from Nurse Sunshine.
After nearly a half hour of anxiously waiting, and slowly peeing herself while surrounded by toddlers and elderly people also undoubtedly in various states of incontinence, she heard her name.
“Ginny,” a pleasant voice called out, indicating it was time for her to go in for the exam.
Ginny slowly stood up, wincing as she felt the big soggy mass squish in her pants, readjusting itself and drooping further between her legs. She was even pretty sure she felt her bladder emptying even more! Something she was pretty used to happening when she stood up.
She sighed as she blushed and walked toward the nurse’s assistant, doing her best to hide her waddle. She just prayed the nurse’s assistant wouldn’t notice what felt like the glaring signs of someone in a soggy diaper.
As she followed the assistant past the reception area, she was pretty sure she heard one of the very young kids playing near the door say loudly behind her, “Mommy, it smells like a peepee diaper! Do you think that lady that just walked by has stinky pants?”
But despite her blushing red cheeks, Ginny shook her head and told herself she was probably just imagining hearing that out of paranoia.
Her diaper wasn’t really that stinky and obvious… was it? It’s not like she could actually smell more like peepee diapers than all the other old people and babies in that room…
Right??
* * *
“Go ahead and slip those shoes off and step on the scale here,” the friendly nurse’s assistant said.
Ginny complied, privately praying that the scale didn’t reveal the seemingly several pounds of urine currently sagging around against her bottom and crotch at the moment…
If the nurse’s assistant noticed the unusual extra ‘diaper weight’, she didn’t indicate it, as she also took Ginny’s height, scribbled the results on her clipboard, then walked Ginny down the hall.
“Nurse Sunshine will be in in just a moment,” the assistant said as she walked Ginny into the exam room.
Ginny dropped her bag, relieved to have made it this far, then turned and stopped the assistant. “Actually, do you mind if I run to the bathroom real quick?” she asked.
“No problem! It’s right down the hall,” the nurse’s assistant said, before heading back to the reception area.
Ginny took a deep breath, then hustled down the hall to find the bathroom. She’d always been in such a rush to get out of there after her dread-filled appointments, she’d never used it before. Which probably partially explained why she soaked her car seat on the drive home so often…
Ah, there it is! she said to herself, relieved to spot the solo, single-occupancy restroom. She was anxious to get the hot and sagging diaper off, but the funny thing was, she also genuinely really had to pee again, despite being pretty sure she’d been slowly wetting her diaper for the last 30 minutes as well!
She grabbed the handle and…
Shoot. It was locked. There must have been someone in there.
The rapidly escalating twinge in her bladder—as well as her paranoia about standing in the doctor’s office with her now massively flooded, probably also almost now leaking diaper—made her want to frantically knock on the door to tell whoever was in there to hurry, like some sort of rude child.
But fortunately, she restrained herself, took a step back, and took a deep breath. After all, she was trying to play the part of a patient who didn’t have problems making it to the potty! Despite the fact that she was suddenly experiencing the familiar pains in her bladder that indicated exactly that…
Ginny continued to wait.
And wait…
And wait…
After several minutes, still no one came out of the bathroom. She was starting to get worried. What was taking this person so long? Would Nurse Sunshine wonder where she was? (… and how much longer could she continue holding back her rapidly worsening need to pee?)
Just as she formed the thought, she suddenly heard from behind her—
“There you are, Ginny!”
Ginny spun around, startled, to see Nurse Sunshine smiling right behind her.
“Are you ready for your exam?” She asked in a pleasant tone.
“Oh! Well, uh, actually, if it’s okay, I just need to use the bathroom, first,” Ginny stammered, her cheeks getting red with nervousness. She almost reached to reflexively pull the front of her shirt down like an embarrassed child to cover the bulge in her crotch due to her saturated diaper… but fortunately didn’t, realizing how much more attention that would draw to it.
Nurse Sunshine stared at Ginny in silence for a long moment, her expression suddenly austere… almost making Ginny pass out with nervousness as she waited for her reply.
But then Nurse Sunshine just flashed a smile and replied, “No problem! I’ll just be right down the hall in the exam room. Please do hurry up though! We’re starting to run behind.”
Nurse Sunshine turned to leave, much to Ginny’s relief. And even better, just then, the door to the bathroom finally opened, and the occupant, an extremely elderly patient with a walker, finally started inching his way out.
Ginny almost audibly gasped with relief, the urgency in her bladder having just become severe due to the surge of adrenaline she just experienced. And she was terrified of letting another drop of pee go into her diaper, as she knew it was already saturated, and the consequences of it leaking and staining her clothes now would be disastrous. Nurse Sunshine would recognize the telltale stains of a leaky diaper immediately.
But before Ginny had a chance to get past the elderly man and into the bathroom, and before Nurse Sunshine got more than a few steps down the hall, a different nurse suddenly came hustling toward the bathroom from behind her, dragging a small child patient by the hand.
“Actually, wait!” the new nurse said as Ginny reached for the door of the bathroom. “Sorry, Nurse Sunshine, but if you don’t mind, is it okay if we use that bathroom first, before your patient? The little guy here is on his longest streak yet without an accident in his training pants, and he’s really got to go right now.”
Ginny froze. She was already practically about to bolt into the bathroom as soon as she could get past this elderly man, as the cramps and urgency in her full bladder had reached critical levels, and she was terrified of accidentally letting go any moment and causing her already saturated diaper to start leaking—especially now of all times!
But she was forced to restrain herself and turn around to look at the two nurses and the little boy behind her—despite every animal instinct in her body telling her to just shove the elderly man over, dash into the bathroom, and sit on that toilet to pee right that instant.
“Well… uh… ” Ginny started to mutter.
“Of course he can go first, that’s no problem at all! We can wait,” Nurse Sunshine suddenly answered for Ginny.
“Well actually, I um… I also really need to go now, and I’ve been waiting!” Ginny interjected, grabbing the bathroom door, and stopping the other nurse and the little boy in their tracks.
They all suddenly stared in shock at Ginny, as if she had just screamed a slew of curse words in the middle of church.
Nurse Sunshine frowned. “Excuse me, young lady? What did I just hear you say? I haven’t recorded so much as a single report of uncomfortable urgency, or even a near-accident, on your lavatory chart in months now. As a grown adult, you absolutely can hold it long enough to let a little boy still struggling with potty-training go to the bathroom before you. Unless, of course, there’s been a dramatic change in your medical continence status that I haven’t been made aware of yet?”
Ginny froze, realizing she was trapped.
“Oh… no… sorry, go ahead, of course,” Ginny said, turning bright red. “I don’t know what I was thinking, sorry,” she said as she held the bathroom door for the little boy and the nurse to go in front of her.
While the other two went into the bathroom, Ginny stared at the floor in humiliation while Nurse Sunshine continued staring at her, her gaze narrowing.
“Wow, just wow, young lady. I’m very surprised at you. I guess you’re just not quite as mature as I thought you were,” Nurse Sunshine said.
Ginny grimaced, the words feeling like a punch to the gut. It was the harshest Nurse Sunshine had ever spoken to her. Ginny suddenly felt like a naughty child, causing her to blush with profound shame. The worst part was… she knew they were right. Of course a grown adult should let a little kid use the potty before them.
“Anyway,” Nurse Sunshine continued. “Like I said, when they’re finished, please don’t dawdle in there and hurry back to the exam room. We’re running quite late now.”
Nurse Sunshine then turned and marched back down the hall, leaving Ginny to continue waiting outside the bathroom, her bladder fuller, her diaper wetter, and her cheeks redder than ever.
As the minutes ticked by, it once again felt like the nurse and the little boy were taking forever, and due to the ever-worsening pulsing cramps in her bladder, Ginny found herself unconsciously crossing her legs and doing a potty dance—both of which were made exponentially harder by the super thick, wet, squishy diaper sagging between her legs, as well as by the fact that she really didn’t want any of the surrounding medical staff seeing her struggle this hard to avoid peeing herself.
Worse yet, as Ginny twisted her feet and tapped her toes, she felt a sudden painful guuuuurgle in her stomach. And when she reflexively reached down to clutch her cramping tummy…
Hissssssssss
She felt a definite short stream of pee pour into her diaper, causing her to freeze and frantically clamp down on her urethra, desperately trying not to lose total control.
This happened several more times, with each short stream of pee causing her to feel her diaper get heavier and evermore worrisome—
Hissssssssss
Hissssssssssssss
Hissssssssssssssssss
Yet, ironically enough, the involuntary streams of pee proved her with no tangible relief in her struggle against her worsening urgency cramps. Neither those in her bladder… nor those seemingly developing in her bowels.
As she anxiously surreptitiously danced in place in a state of growing alarm about the structural integrity of her diaper, she felt a discernible puddle developing in the center of the padding, right at the base of her groin, which she knew spelled disaster at any moment.
She began looking over her shoulders to make sure no one was watching, then compulsively reaching down to feel around her thighs and bottom to feel for any signs of wetness on her pants, the telltale consequence of a diaper leak.
Fortunately, she couldn’t feel evidence of a leak yet, but she knew the leak guards in her diaper were probably ready to fold at any second, which meant her diaper was like a dam on the verge of bursting.
Why, oh why, she wondered to herself in agony, didn’t she change her diaper right before she walked into the clinic! Then maybe she wouldn’t be in her currently agonizing situation of being terrified of her diaper leaking!
But truthfully, she knew she hadn’t changed her unexpectedly wet diaper when she arrived for a few reasons.
First, because she had only brought one diaper change, because she didn’t want to bring with her more diapers than she thought she needed, as she knew it was all possible evidence she had to hide while in the clinic. And she wanted to save the one fresh diaper she had with her for her drive home, so she didn’t ruin her car’s seat. She had scrubbed enough pee out of it over the last few months…
Further, changing her wet diaper before walking into the doctor’s office would have meant changing her diaper in her car in the parking lot, which she had gotten pretty good at since becoming diaper dependent, but knew it was pretty risky to do it right there right outside the doctor’s office itself, if she was trying to keep her diaper-use secret.
And finally, she knew the ultimate reason, was that it was an act of pride. The most minor, pathetic act of pride imaginable. That is, some part of her was still too proud to admit that one diaper wasn’t going to be enough to hold her accidents over a period of less than a couple hours. She just didn’t want to believe that the diaper she left for the doctor’s office in just wasn’t enough to protect her all the way up to the time of her appointment.
But as she continued helplessly waiting minute after minute for the bathroom to finally open up, squirming and suffering, desperately trying to hold her bladder back harder than she had in months, she was once again humbled and reminded of just how pathetically diaper dependent she now was…
* * *
Suddenly... Whooooshhhh! Ginny heard the sound of a toilet flush inside the bathroom.
Finally, at long last, the bathroom door opened up.
Ginny looked down to see the nurse walking the little boy out, who was now crying and wearing a different pair of pants.
“Don’t worry, little guy, I promise it’s not your fault you had an accident,” the nurse said, trying to comfort him. “We both know you would have made it to the potty just fine if the rude girl here had just let us in when we first asked, instead of making us wait an extra thirty seconds because she wanted to act like a selfish baby, instead of an adult.”
The nurse shot Ginny a nasty look as she passed by, then continued walking the sad little boy back down the hall.
Ginny was genuinely stunned by the nurse’s comment, feeling like she in no way deserved to be on the receiving end of such a cruel and petty barb.
But then another seismic cramp in her lower torso brought her attention back to the urgent task at hand.
Ginny hustled into the bathroom in an awkward speed-waddle, desperately trying to keep her diaper from spilling its wet contents.
She slammed the door shut, spun around, and just as she went to unbutton her pants—
FFFFFlllllllllllrrrrrrtttttttttttttttt
She exploded with the loudest, longest fart of her life. Luckily, it seemed like it was just gas. But it was immediately followed by…
Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Her bladder finally letting completely and utterly go, like she had been so utterly fearing.
The good news was, now that she was alone in the bathroom, while she felt her bladder peeing… and peeing… and peeing… she was able to think fast to try to prevent the worst from happening, which would be drenching her clothes.
She frantically pushed her pants down, going as gently as she could manage over her diaper, then dropping them all the way down to her ankles.
She realized she got her pants down just in time, because suddenly she felt the telltale dribbles of her diaper leaking out her leg-guards down her thighs… followed by a sudden river of her piss pouring out her diaper and streaming down her legs.
In a split second decision, Ginny did the only thing she could think of to keep the sudden waterfall of urine down her legs from hitting her pants.
She turned and—SQUISH!—suddenly dropped down her massive, hulking wet diaper butt, right onto the bathroom floor.
Her diaper started practically pouring with leaking pee out onto the bathroom floor around her, giving her nether-regions a humiliating, hot, squishy, steamy, spray in the process.
Which was made all the worse by the fact that she realized—hisssssssssssssssss—her bladder was still going and going! It was like her incontinence had turned her into some sort of never-ending piss fountain!
With the puddle of her piss rapidly spreading around the butt of her mushy diaper on the floor, as well as all around her diaper area, Ginny leaned back on her hands and lifted her legs up, trying to keep the pants around her ankles and shoes out of the path of the rapidly spreading peepee puddle.
But she quickly realized her shirt was dangling just inches from the growing puddle, and in a panic, she pulled her shirt off and tossed it across the bathroom to try to keep it safe.
Then she held her position best she could, trying to wait for the diaper-peepee-tsunami to finish running its course.
Finally, at long last—
Hissssssssssssssssssssss
Hissssssss
Hisss
She felt the spasms of her bladder come to a halt. It seemed like she was finally done peeing.
And as she took a deep breath, the whole episode was capped off with one more massive involuntary—Flllrrrrrrrrrttttttttt—fart into her already sopping wet diaper, which caused Ginny to shiver from the strange bubbly sensation around her anus and genitals.
At long last, it seemed like her body was finally done uncontrollably emptying itself into her sodden disposable undergarment.
She caught her breath, still holding the position of her limbs as she tried to take stock of the situation.
She looked around, and realized she was now sprawled out in the middle of the bathroom floor, naked, her pants around her ankles, her feet up, and her thick diaper drenched, yellow, and drooping, while she sat in a literal puddle of her smelly pee.
Suddenly, Ginny burst into laughter.
She had to.
Perhaps it was just the near bodily euphoria she was suddenly experiencing from the indescribable relief of emptying her agonizingly cramping bladder, as well as letting out the severe build up of gas in her tummy.
But in addition to that, the situation was just so unbelievably absurd. And she knew it. She couldn’t have imagined a bigger, more humiliating, messy, diaper wetting disaster if she tried.
Suddenly, Ginny reached down with one hand and squeezed the massive, soggy, wet crotch of her diaper.
She squeezed it, partially amazed by just how much she managed to soak the thing. And partially because…
She felt an unexpected, perverse thrill.
She squished it again, and suddenly felt a tingle in the base of her spine as the warm, stinky pee squished against her nether regions.
“Stinky, stinky, diapee…” she muttered without thought, as if some deep down part of herself had surfaced, and was speaking for her.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, laying in the puddle of her filth…
Squishing her filthy, soggy diaper against her groin…
And slipping the thumb of her other hand into her mouth, where she began to involuntarily suckle…
“Big, stinky, squishy diapee…” she muttered again under her breath, kneading and squeezing harder. “I’m a naughty, naughty, squishy diaper baby…”
She suddenly plunged her hand under her diaper, deep into the front of her hot, wet, squishy, dirty diaper, without thinking and began rubbing even harder and harder and—
Suddenly, she snapped out of her half-conscious trance—
Someone was opening the bathroom door!
To Ginny’s horror, she realized she had been in such a rush to sit on the toilet when she ran in, she forgot to lock it!
The bathroom door flung open…
And there was suddenly someone standing in the doorway, staring down at her.
Staring down at her while she laid in a puddle of her piss, her pants around her ankles and her legs up like she was a baby getting a change, and her hand plunged into the crotch of her soaking wet, yellow, sopping diaper.
And it was genuinely impossible to tell which of the two were more horrified.
* * *
“Oh my! I’m so sorry, dear!” The elderly woman who was standing in the open bathroom door said.
They had stared at each other in shock for what felt like minutes, but was surely just a second or two.
Ginny was mortified speechless, but finally managed to blurt out in horror, “Just-a-minute!”
Fortunately, for Ginny’s fate, the elderly woman seemed even more embarrassed by the situation than Ginny—if that was even possible.
“I really should have knocked! I mean—do you uh—need any help changing, dear?” the elderly woman asked, averting her eyes in horror, clearly not knowing what to do.
“No, no! Thank you though, but shut the door please!” Ginny blurted.
“Of course, of course, I’m so sorry again,” the elderly woman said, then finally shut the door.
Ginny stayed frozen for another moment, trying to process the nightmare that just took place. Her heart was still pounding a million beats a minute.
But then she snapped out of it and frantically scooted across the drenched bathroom floor on her sopping wet diaper butt, and reached up to lock the door.
She then laid back on the bathroom floor in her mess, keeping her legs raised, and sighed with relief. That could have been worse, she thought to herself. She hoped the old woman didn’t blab to anyone. But she reckoned that she probably wouldn’t, given how red her cheeks were. Besides, that was hardly her first priority right now, she realized, as she remembered her surroundings.
For a moment, Ginny tried to remember what she was doing right when the woman walked in. It was like… she had laid back to rest her eyes for a moment… and fell asleep… or something. It was like she had blanked out for a minute, or something like that. Because she couldn’t remember anything about what she was doing right before the woman walked in…
But Ginny dismissed the thought, returning to the messy situation at hand. She looked around, trying to take stock of her surroundings.
There was a puddle of her urine spread out over an area about a quarter of the size of the small bathroom.
Her diaper couldn’t have been wetter and more yellow-stained than if she dunked it in a bucket of pee.
And her midsection, thighs, and even hands, were all very, very wet with pee.
But the good news was, she realized, that all her clothes were dry. She had at least managed that crucial element… so far.
Now, the trick was just finding a way to try to clean everything else up, and hide the evidence, without making an even bigger mess.
Feeling overwhelmed, Ginny was just about to lay her head back down on the bathroom floor to rest for another moment, when suddenly—
Bang Bang Bang!
“I told you to hurry, young lady! How long have you been in there? Do I have to use the staff key to come in there and drag you out myself?”
Ginny froze. Her blood ran cold.
It was Nurse Sunshine.
“No!” Ginny squeaked. “Sorry! I’ll… uh… just one second! Be out in just one second, I promise!”
Ginny waited a moment for a response. There wasn’t any.
Ginny’s heart started pounding. She knew she needed to clean up and get the hell out of there, asap. Ginny looked around and thankfully spotted the paper towels in the corner.
She reached down, finally undid the tapes of her drenched diaper, and pushed the front off her with a loud Shlorp, as it spilled it’s soaking squishy diaper wetness into an even bigger puddle.
Then, on autopilot, Ginny jumped to her feet, and still shirtless, with her pants still around her ankles, she began grabbing every paper towel she could by the handful out of the dispenser.
She used the wad of paper towels to dry her groin, ass, legs, and midsection up first. Then she started just throwing all the paper towels on the floor to soak up as much of the peepee puddle as she could.
It didn’t take long for her to run out of paper towels, and realize she didn’t have nearly enough to dry up the whole mess on the floor.
Oh well, she thought. She did the best she could. Hopefully people would just assume the toilet leaked.
She pulled her pants up, threw her shirt on, and to her surprise, as she checked herself in the mirror, she realized she had managed to make it through all that coming out dry and looking fine on the other end.
Then, finally, she started wrapping up the heavy, stinky, peepee-soaked diaper.
And that’s when she finally realized it…
She forgot to bring her backpack into the bathroom!
She realized she now had no way to hide the sopping wet diaper she was now holding in her hands like she had planned. She was screwed.
Bang Bang Bang!
“You have ten seconds, young lady!” Nurse Sunshine shouted, pounding on the door again.
Ginny jumped back up to her feet, frantically looking around and trying to decide on what to do with the sopping wet, super-soaked diaper in her hands. She obviously couldn’t get her backpack, or sneak the wet diaper to her backpack, with Nurse Sunshine literally right outside the bathroom door.
“Ten. Nine. Eight…”
She heard Nurse Sunshine counting down outside the bathroom door like she was a naughty kindergartener. It really seemed like the situation earlier had caused Nurse Sunshine to suddenly revert to treating Ginny like a little kid, instead of an adult.
Ginny knew her only option was to leave the massive sopping wet diaper in the bathroom trash. It was risky, but what choice did she have?
“Six. Five. Four…”
Ginny frantically tried to wrap the diaper up in the wet paper towels from the floor, then bury it as far as she could on the bottom of the trash can.
“Two. One. Young lady, I—“
Suddenly, Ginny flung the door open, greeting Nurse Sunshine with a smile. Her clothes were dry, the bathroom appeared clean at first glance. And there was no sign of a heavily flooded diaper in sight.
“Sorry about this, Nurse Sunshine!” Ginny said. “I just had a little unexpected case of the bubble guts. It must have been the leftovers I ate for lunch. I’m ready now.”
Nurse Sunshine stared for a moment, seemingly suspicious…
But then she just shrugged and turned around.
“This way,” Nurse Sunshine said, leading Ginny down the hall.
Ginny followed behind her, secretly still catching her breath, and thanking the heavens. Somehow, she pulled it off. She got rid of her diaper without getting her clothes wet. She was going to be alright. She’d be out of here in no time without anymore trouble.
Or at least, that’s what Ginny thought…. until she walked into the exam room.
“Go ahead and undress and take a seat up on the table,” Nurse Sunshine directed Ginny. “We’re going to be doing a little bit of a more lengthy and in-depth follow-up exam today. But don’t worry, it’ll go by fine if you just listen carefully to all directions and cooperate fully.”
As Ginny approached the table, she was suddenly struck by a familiar painful cramp in her bladder and tummy once again.
Ginny froze and gritted her teeth, mortified.
Again? Already?
Then she realized, that with Nurse Sunshine banging on the door of the bathroom, Ginny hadn’t even had a chance to sit on the toilet and actually properly relieve herself. She had only let herself finish losing control in her overflowing diaper.
She didn’t know what this more ‘lengthy’ exam would entail, but she doubted it would be conducive to her already quickly worsening again bladder cramps.
Ginny’s cheeks started to burn red again, and she felt a familiar sense of anxiety in her nether regions. But this time… she no longer had the protection of a diaper at all. Not even an overly full one.
As Ginny began to slowly undress, she felt her guts rumble, groan, and start cramping up again as well.
And she began to tremble in fear that the rest of her appointment wasn’t going to be so easy, after all…
TO BE CONTINUED
IN PART VI
Comments
Autumn Breeze
This would make a killer audiobook are you planning on doing another one of those any time soon?
