The Gift – Chapter 7

“Oh, no,” Beatrix whimpered before she could stop herself, her involuntary utterance only making her situation more humiliating as she saw Leann’s eyebrow raise, staring down at her as she sat, diaper pressed against the thin mattress.

“Oh, no?” the head nurse repeated, stepping in closer, peering through the medical crib’s bars at the little nurse trapped inside, her face red from embarrassment, and her increasingly difficult struggle to contain her rumbling bowels. “What’s wrong, Beatrix? Is this not what you wanted?”

“N-No, ma’am,” Bea shook her head. “N-Not at all!”

“That’s funny,” Leann said, though Beatrix didn’t detect the slightest hint of amusement in her voice. “You were so concerned with being able to find the diapers the other day…”

“I-It was a coincidence!” Beatrix claimed, but it was hard to deny how unlikely a story that was, how hard a lie that would have been to sell, even if she’d been someone who was good at that in the first place.

“A coincidence, hmm?” Leann mused. “You know, it’s strange… As soon as I heard about all these odd things happening around the hospital, all this chaos a rogue patient was causing, and the confusion when it was discovered that it was somebody who had been discharged earlier today, there was something that told me, even before I found out you hadn’t clocking in for your shift yet, that it was you…”

Bea bit her bottom lip hard, a cramp hitting her at just the wrong moment, leaving her squirming frantically, her bottom brushing against the sticky smear, reminding her that she’d already made it that much harder to buy when she stammered, “I-It’s not what it looks like!” She still had to stop it from getting any worse, though, had to do everything in her power to keep herself from completely filling her pants in front of her boss…

“Why don’t you tell me what it is instead, then?” Leann asked, pulling a chair up next to the crib, sitting down expectantly, her eyes fixed on Bea, not giving her a second of privacy, making Beatrix certain that she knew precisely what was going on here, thanks to all of her experience as a nurse, and that she wasn’t interested in letting Bea off easily.

“Sondra told me about a little girl she caught wandering by herself, with a package of diapers, and how she couldn’t remember her room number, her name… And then Saige came to me, all worried because she’d just administered medication to a patient who was suddenly out of the system, despite her having come directly from the girl’s room… When I had Sondra tell me where she’d found the girl, and she said it was outside the supply closet where the diapers are kept, I told Saige to go ahead and bring this in,” she patted the bars of the crib, “to keep you here until I could get here, and add something special to your water to keep you… occupied.”

Beatrix blushed; Leann might have been able to tell regardless, but now there was no question that she knew what Bea was doing, why she was so wriggling so much, why her face was so red… She was the one who had made it all happen. Beatrix swallowed, watching as Leann pulled her phone, her wallet, her ID, out of her pockets, showing them off to her from the other side of the crib, setting them down on the bedside table.

“It was a bit of a gamble,” Leann confessed. “Until I found these, right where I’d told you to look for your diapers.”

“Th-They’re not mine!” Beatrix pouted, as silly as it sounded, given the state of the one she was wearing.

Leann didn’t show any sign of hearing her, which was just as well. “I thought that if I was wrong, whoever it was, if they were being kept in diapers, could probably do with a good clearing out anyway. It doesn’t hurt to do that once in a while… And, as long as they’d all padded up, they don’t have to worry about making it to the toilet in time.”

She reached through the bars, Bea drawing in a sharp breath at the sensation of the woman’s hand brushing against her diaper, giving it a squeeze. Her hands curled in the covers, grabbing them tightly, refusing to lose the battle, to mess herself when Leann was touching her…

“And even now, with you sitting there in your dirty diaper, you’re acting like a child, unable to admit the truth,” Leann shook her head.

“I-It’s not dirty!” Bea whined.

“Get up and let me see, then,” Leann said, the very last thing Beatrix wanted to do in this instance. “Right now!” she snapped, sending Bea scrambling to obey, pushing herself up off the mattress, turning to expose her padded bottom, medical gown splaying open, hanging down around it, framing it, giving the head nurse the perfect view as another, perfectly timed, cramp came.

Beatrix groaned, quickly attempting to sit, to plant her backside on the bed once more as she felt something start to happen, a mass struggling to get out. She wasn’t fast enough, unfortunately, Leann’s hand shooting beneath her descending rear, lifting it back upwards.

Bea couldn’t help herself, had to do anything she could… She ground down on the woman’s hand, hoping that would be enough, even as she realized it wasn’t, as the thick, warm mush began to flow in earnest, oozing out into her pants, squelching around Leann’s grasping fingers, while Beatrix stared at her cell phone on the table beside her, fixating on it, doing her best to pretend this wasn’t happening.

“Well,” Leann finally interrupted the awkward silence, punctuated previously only by Bea’s grunts, the crinkling of her expanding diaper, and a few much more rude noises coming from inside. “If you don’t think this qualifies as dirty, I feel sorry for your patients.”

Beatrix whimpered, not knowing what else to do, or say. She gave a tiny squeak as Leann let go of her, her messy bottom plopping onto the bed with a squish.

“What’s wrong, Beatrix?” Leann mocked. “Is this not what you hoped for?” Bea weakly shook her head, unable to find the strength to protest about how none of this had been for her in the first place. “That’s too bad… Especially since you clearly need a little more training when it comes to dealing with diapers.”

“Tr-Training?” Bea gulped.

“I’ve already called someone else in to cover your shift for today,” Leann told her. “So you might as well enjoy this time, getting exactly what you wanted, young lady. I arranged it so you’ll have this place to yourself for the whole day. I’ll even come change you before you go home.”

Beatrix turned bright red, imagining Leann untaping her stinky diaper, wiping her off, sliding a fresh one under her… It had been bad enough, letting the other nurses do it, but her boss?! “S-Saige will change me before that, too, right?” she asked quietly, having a bad feeling she knew the answer as she wiggled her backside, the contents of her diaper shifting beneath her. “I-I don’t have to spend all day in this, do I?”

“I want to make sure you know what it’s like to be stuck in this ‘not dirty’ diaper,” Leann smirked.

“I-It wasn’t dirty when I said that!” Bea fumed. “That’s not fair! This isn’t training, it’s just mean!”

“You’re right,” Lean nodded, to Beatrix’s surprise. “This isn’t training. I’m going to put this in as a sick day for you… You can think of it as a mini-vacation, getting to fully appreciate this, since you worked so hard to get it. Your training starts tomorrow.”

“Wh-What’s it going to be?” Bea sniffed, afraid to know, but more afraid not to, to have it hanging over her head through what was bound to be a very long day.

“You wanted your diapers so badly,” Leann said, “I’m going to let you have them… And I’m going to make sure you use them. They are now an official part of your uniform for the next month, young lady… You are to report to me at the start of each shift, so I can keep you…. hydrated… just like today. And, of course, bathrooms will be off-limits.”

“A month?!” Beatrix gasped. Was Leann really going to have her pooping her Pampers for a full month?!

“Keep it up, and I’ll make it two,” Leann arched an eyebrow, shutting the girl up instantly. “You can come to me to be changed, though if I’m busy, or think you haven’t earned it… It’ll be up to my discretion.”

“B-But what if people notice?!” Bea blushed, thinking about trying to hide the bulky padding beneath her scrubs for that long, especially after she’d used it, after she’d made it as lumpy and bulging as it was now… Someone was bound to know, even if they somehow didn’t smell her, especially her fellow nurses who were used to dealing with this…

“You can tell them the truth,” Leann shrugged, “or you can tell them you have a condition, or whatever you like. It doesn’t matter to me. You should know, also, the drug that’s going to keep you filling your diapers like the little baby you want so much to be does have some lingering effects… If I were you, I’d stay diapered for a day or two after taking it…”

“B-But… Y-You said you were going to give it to me every day I’m here…”

“Very good,” Leann patted her on the head. “You have been paying attention.”

“I-I have to wear diapers for the whole month?!” Bea pouted.

“You don’t have to,” Leann replied. “If you want to poop your pants at home, that’s up to you… I can only force you to properly protect yourself here. Don’t worry, though… You won’t have to try to steal them this time… I’ll make sure you get a prescription for as many as you could possibly need…”

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“So, umm… That’s why you’re getting your present a little early,” Beatrix explained, blushing as she stood in front of Chester, a package of medical diapers on the coffee table between them, open, one of them bulging beneath her jeans. Perhaps it was only because she’d spent the day cooped up in the crib, squirming helplessly in one that was far more comfortable, but if she was being honest, this one didn’t feel quite so bad, at least in comparison. She wasn’t so sure she’d feel the same at the end of the month, though… “I’m sorry we’ll have to share them…”

Chester chuckled, Bea fidgeting in indignation at his response to her story, to everything she’d been through to get him some genuine medical diapers for his birthday.

“It’s true!” she whined, stomping her foot, feeling ready to melt down into a tantrum at the thought of someone else not believing her.

“I know,” Chester said, pulling her into a hug. “I’ve heard you try to lie… It’s just funny that you think, after all this, that these diapers are my real present.”

“Th-They’re not?” Beatrix frowned.

“It’ll be fun to try them, sure,” Chester nodded, “but it’ll be even better to have a playmate for the whole month… You’ll have plenty of time to really give it a fair shot and see if you could be into it, too… And I’ll take such good care of you, little girl, and make it as fun for you as I can…”

“But I’m not a little girl!” Bea pouted, squealing as his hand slid down over her diaper, finding just the right spot before starting to press and rub, taking her by surprise at what he was able to make the padding feel like against her. “H-Hey!” she moaned, blushing in disappointment – and the fact that she was disappointed – when he stopped short.

“Oh, sorry,” he teased. “I just realized that was something only little girls get to do… And you told me you weren’t a little girl, so I thought I’d better quit.”

Beatrix nibbled her bottom lip, staring up into his eyes, knowing she couldn’t hide her curiosity, her hunger for relief after the day she’d had… She didn’t know what, exactly, was going to happen, but between work, and what Chester could show her at home, she had a feeling that things were going to be very different for her after this month was up…

“M-Maybe I’m kind of a little girl,” she admitted, her hips shifting greedily, searching for his magic touch to return, even if it meant giving in, letting herself call him, “Daddy,” a part of her hating herself for it, while another couldn’t deny how natural it felt. Maybe it was just because she’d spent the day in a messy diaper… Or maybe, deep down, whether she’d recognized it or not, this had been what she’d wanted all along…

The End.

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The Bedwetters’ Dorm

“And where do you think you’re going, Miss June?”

June froze, cursing silently. She should have known better… She’d been warned, of course, told in hushed tones not to cross the dorm mother, and yet, here she was, trying to sneak to her room past curfew, getting stopped on the stairs with crossed arms and a pointed glare that chilled her to her core.

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am,” she stammered, mind racing. “I-I got confused… I was hanging out with some of the other girls, and I forgot that the curfew here is earlier, and…”

That was a lie, every bit of it, and she could tell, straight away, that Ms. Lydia wasn’t going to be fooled. June would have loved to hang out with anyone after being sentenced to this school, sent here in her senior year by her new stepmother, who had gone here when she was younger – not that long ago, really, since she wasn’t much older than June – and claimed it would ‘toughen her up.’ She still hadn’t made any friends, however, so when she went to their little gatherings, she was just hoping somebody would notice her, be nice to her…

But, obviously, the curfew made that difficult. The whole school had a curfew; this dorm had a different one. At least when it came to girls her age… It was the same as what the younger girls had to abide by, and perhaps that was because it was assumed most of the girls in the dorm wouldn’t be older than that. Which was the case… June had very few compatriots here that were also seniors, or anywhere close to it.

She wondered, sometimes, if that was part of the point, if the inflexibility of the curfew was meant to be a punishment for the older girls still stuck here, or a deterrent, as if that would be enough, by itself, to push them to end their problem, like they had any control over it in the first place. The official reason was Ms. Lydia, who had to go around to each room to give a bed check, and that was easier when she could do it all at the same time, yet June suspected there was more to it than mere convenience.

“So, you think forgetting the rules means you can be excused from following them?” Ms. Lydia raised an eyebrow. “The curfew hasn’t changed since you started here, young lady, and you’ve never had a different one.”

“I’m sorry!” June repeated, for all the good it would do her. “I-It won’t happen again?”

“I should say not,” the dorm mother nodded, grabbing June by the ear, dragging her into her quarters. June’s heart raced, her mind recalling all the horror stories she’d heard about what happened in here. She’d told herself they were no more true than the ghost stories that circulated with the same hushed tones, but that didn’t stop her from feeling nervous, especially when she was taken to the woman’s bedroom, Lydia sitting down on the edge of her bed and giving her lap a pat.

“I-I’m gonna pay so much more attention to the time,” June stared down at her feet. “A-And…”

“You’re a smart girl, June,” Ms. Lydia interrupted. “Don’t insult my intelligence by pretending you don’t know what’s happening.”

June took a deep breath, blushing as she felt a tear already trickling down her cheek at the injustice of her situation. “I-It’s my first time,” she confessed, though she had no doubt Ms. Lydia was well aware of that. Perhaps by saying it out loud, it would prompt the woman to go easy on her? She could hope…

“June, if you delay one more moment, I’m going to make you fetch my hairbrush, and, I can assure you, that is not what you want for your first spanking,” Ms. Lydia told her primly. “Now, get over my lap for your spanking so I can get you diapered up and sent to bed, young lady.”

The Gift – Chapter 6

Beatrix whimpered as she stared over at the sippy cup, a part of her knowing what she felt like she had to do, but reluctant to do it. The nurses were so concerned with making sure she drank it, and the plastic wasn’t clear enough to convince her that there was nothing else inside besides water… But, as she wiggled her bottom, feeling her soggy diaper beneath her, she was reminded of how powerless she was here, how thoroughly she’d fallen into this role she had taken up to try to keep her mission a secret…

Trying to escape now felt too risky too her, too uncertain, and she didn’t want to incur the wrath of these nurses, so… Gulping, she picked up the sippy cup, raising it to her mouth, slipping the plastic straw between her lips, and took a sip.

There was absolutely something else in it; she was positive. She usually brought in her own water, but if she finished off whatever was in her bottle, or was in a rush and forgot it, she’d resorted to drinking water from the tap, and this was not what it tasted like. “Crap,” she whispered, stomach tying itself in knots as she wondered what it was, somehow scared, despite being alone, to say any curse words more harsh than that here, while she was dressed like this.

It probably wasn’t anything too strong… Right? If that was the case, they’d want to inject it into her, or put it into an IV, to be sure she got it… Although, they had been pushing the water pretty hard, too… Hard enough that she’d decided to do this, even as an adult, a nurse herself. How much more intimidating would an actual kid have found them?

She wished she knew what had brought Caitlin here, so she could have gotten an idea of what medications they might be giving her, but how could she find that out without seeming super suspicious? She was supposedly going to be discharged today, so surely she’d been given some idea of what was going on… And if she hadn’t been, it was probably for a good reason, and the nurses wouldn’t be the ones to break it to her.

Wrinkling her nose, she took another sip. The water didn’t taste bad… There was just an odd aftertaste to it. Maybe she would get lucky, and it was some sort of vitamin supplement or something… She didn’t know that it was a drug, after all.

This was so stupid… How could she have let this happen?! All she’d wanted to do was get Chester a nice birthday surprise… Why couldn’t she have found a way to do it that didn’t involve sneaking around, and trying to keep things secret?! She was awful at both of those things, and she knew it! Why couldn’t she have just taken a diaper or two, instead of trying to smuggle the entire package? She might have been able to get away with that! And why hadn’t she remembered her phone and her ID when she’d left the closet? Either one would have given her a far easier way out of this mess than what she was stuck with now.

She drank again, squirming in place, listening to her diaper’s crinkle, glancing down at her childish medical gown, the bracelet around her wrist… How could she ever hope to convince anyone here that she was anything but a patient after all this? Thanks to that drug she’d let herself be injected with, she couldn’t even walk straight! And now she was blindly sucking down the water, despite knowing there could be another drug in it, something else to disorient her further, make it harder and harder for her to escape…

But what else was she going to do? She’d already started now, and she didn’t want to get in trouble, so she had little choice other than to sit there, feeling her diaper grow increasingly cool and clammy, and wait for her nurses to return.

She looked up when she heard the door open, slurping down the final few drops of her drink as one of the nurses returned, walking over to her and taking the cup out of her hands, giving it a shake. “Good girl!” she praised, patting Bea on the head.

“Th-Thank you,” Beatrix blushed. Was that all she was now? A good, obedient, little girl, one who would do whatever she was told, who didn’t know any better? That was what it felt like, especially when she saw what was being brought in behind the first nurse. “Th-That’s a crib!” she squealed.

Indeed, it was, though, in a lot of ways, it looked more like a cage, shiny metal bars jutting up all around the bed. She could feel her diaper warm again slightly, a fresh rush of pee escaping from her as she stared at it. “I-I don’t need that,” she shook her head.

“Of course you do,” the nurse told her, scooping her up, having no trouble moving her from the bed to the chair sitting beside it, clearly not trusting her to be able to walk even the few steps over to it on her own after her last fall. “We don’t want you taking a tumble out of your bed when you take a nap.”

“I’m not taking a nap!” Bea whined. “I-I don’t need a nap! I’m gonna be discharged this morning!”

But, as she watched the bed being wheeled away, the crib being put into its place by the orderlies, she knew that wasn’t going to be the case after all… They wouldn’t be going to all of this trouble if it were. She nibbled her bottom lip, wishing she’d taken her chances escaping earlier, her shaky legs combined with the tall, stainless steel bars surrounding her new bed making it feel like she’d missed her opportunity for that.

“I’m not so sure about that,” the nurse said. “This new reaction to your medicine is worrying… We may need to have the doctor give you another exam, just to be safe. We don’t want you having to turn around and come right back here as soon as you get out, do we?”

“Y-Yes,” Bea nodded, knowing that, if that did happen, she’d at least be in the part of the hospital where she’d be treated like an adult… Then again, if she was examined by a doctor, that could happen, too… Not only would it be mortifying to go through that when she knew there was nothing wrong with her, it would also blow her cover. She might be able to pass as a child outwardly, and during a quick diapering, but there was no way a doctor would be fooled… And what would they think to find an adult here, dressed up like this?! Especially if they discovered she was a nurse in disguise?!

The nurse chuckled. “Well, I’m sure your parents will feel differently. We’ll explain it all to them when they show up. Until then… Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

During just that brief interaction, the crib’s installation had finished, her old bed wheeled out, as if it had never been there. The bars on the side closest to the chair were down, making it simple for the nurse to pick her up again, set her down on the waiting bed inside, a protective pad already laid out and waiting for her, since, of course, the woman had known she was going to have to give her a fresh diaper.

Beatrix wanted to protest, to tell her that she didn’t need it after all, but the squishiness of it, the way it had swollen to absorb her accident, growing bulkier between her thighs, made that a tough sell, even in her head, and once the nurse had whisked aside the gown to reveal the diaper in all its glory, Bea found herself too mortified to form any words at all. She’d peed her pants, like a baby, and now she was getting changed like one, the nurse treating this like it was absolutely normal, like there was no reason someone like her wouldn’t be in a wet diaper, and would require some help getting into a new one.

It was about then that she noticed the rumbling in her tummy. She didn’t think too much of it, at first, used to the way things usually were, where she’d still have plenty of time to deal with it. The nurse had clearly done this hundreds of times, was quick and efficient about it, yet, even by the time she’d sealed the last tape, Bea was already starting to worry how rapidly the feeling had built.

Was it her imagination? Was her situation making her over-react? Or could there be more to it? “Umm, nurse…”

“Saige,” the woman smiled down at her, smoothing Beatrix’s gown over her legs, giving it a pat, her new diaper crackling at the contact. “Nurse Saige.”

“R-Right,” Bea blushed. That wasn’t what she’d been trying to say at all, though the woman seemed to think it was, that she’d only wanted to know her name, freeing her up to go about her work, whisking away the pad she’d changed Beatrix on, sliding the covers beneath her so she could tuck her in. “N-Nurse Saige, actually, I…” she stammered, feeling so slow and clumsy compared to the speed at which the nurse was working. She knew why, of course… Saige had plenty of other patients to care for, couldn’t spend all day here with her, especially if she couldn’t work up the courage to spit out what she needed to say.

“What’s that?” Saige asked, raising the rails, the bars sliding along them quickly, ending with an ominous sounding click.

Beatrix squirmed under her covers, looking at the woman through the bars now, feeling, more than ever, like she was in a cage. “I-I don’t need the side up!” she exclaimed, that taking precedence, for a moment, in her mind. Lying on her back, staring up at them, they felt far harder to escape from than they had looking at them from the outside, and she hadn’t been confident about her chances then.

“Don’t be silly,” Saige told her. “These only do any good if you have them up all around… You never know which way a squirmy goose like you will roll.”

And, with that, before Bea could get out more than another squeal of defiance, the woman was gone, door closing behind her, leaving Bea all alone, trapped in her crib, in her diaper, in this lie she’d woven around herself. She felt so weak, it was a struggle just to wriggle free of the covers, making the bars seem that much more insurmountable.

If only she hadn’t let herself get that shot… And she had a bad feeling the building pressure in her stomach was thanks to her water. There was a bathroom in the room, not that far away… But, with the bars between her and it, it might as well have been a million miles off. She put her hand to her tummy, whimpering, wondering how much longer it would be, how much time she had before she did something even more humiliating, more childish, than anything else that had happened to her so far…

She knew there had to be a way to lower the bars of the crib, to get out… Without having worked on this ward before, however, she didn’t know what it was. Surely, it was designed so that it couldn’t be opened accidentally from the inside, for safety reasons, though that didn’t stop her from trying, from desperately fumbling around, pushing and pulling on everything she could get her hands on, her movements growing sloppier and slipperier as hands grew wet with sweat, from anxiety, and the strain of holding it in, of defying the cramps that were quickly growing worse and worse…

She’d been getting ready to give up already when it happened, when her control slipped for a split second, and she felt something start to push out, to smear against the seat of her diaper, leaving behind a mushy, sticky spot. “No!” she wailed, wrapping her arms around her belly, closing her eyes, using every ounce of her concentration to stop it in its tracks, not certain if even that would be enough.

Somehow, it was… But she knew that wouldn’t last long, that she was moments away from the point of no return. She wrinkled her nose, feeling the evidence in her pants, unable to imagine how much worse it would be if she had a full-on accident, if she thoroughly filled her diaper… She opened her eyes, her determination to escape renewed, despite the nagging voice in the back of her head telling her that there was no way she could do it, reaching through the bars, to the outside of the crib, praying she’d get lucky and hit the right thing.

“Well, well, well,” she heard a voice, freezing her in place. “What do we have here?”

She’d been so preoccupied, she hadn’t heard them come in, had no idea how long they’d been there, how much they’d seen… How much they were about to see, if they weren’t someone she could immediately convince to help her.

But who was there, watching her?

Tahlia, her friend and fellow nurse?

Sondra, the nurse who had diapered her initially and brought her to the children’s ward?

Saige, her nurse on the children’s ward?

The doctor Saige had fetched to give her an exam?

Leann, the head nurse, who she had asked some awkward questions about diapers a few days before?

Or her boyfriend, Chester?

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The Gift – Chapter 5

Beatrix swallowed, staring up at the two taller women standing over her, watching helplessly as one of them began to prepare a syringe, her stomach clenching as she watched that familiar display. Without knowing why Caitlin was here, what she was being treated for, there was no telling what it might be… On the other hand, if she was that close to being discharged, surely it wouldn’t be anything that bad, right? If it was anything too serious, she’d be staying in the hospital…

“Shh,” the other nurse cooed, stroking her hair. “It’s all right, Caitlin… You know you don’t have to be scared…”

“I-I’m not,” Bea claimed, her inability to lie convincingly coming back to bite her on the bottom once more, making her sound all the more like a little girl, terrified of a needle. As someone who had supposedly been getting this shot for however long they’d been in the hospital, she was sure that made her seem even sillier.

“Of course you aren’t,” the nurse replied, condescendingly patting her on the arm. “Why don’t you look over here, sweetie?”

Beatrix knew what was happening, was familiar with the technique; even if she hadn’t been, she could see the first nurse finishing up with the syringe, approaching her. Her heart beat a little faster, the fear of what was about to be injected into her rising up, making her squirm, her diaper crinkling around her, echoing through the smaller room as the second nurse took ahold of her wrists, keeping her from being able to run away.

“Just look at me,” she urged. “It’ll be over in no time…”

Bea nibbled her bottom lip, a part of her wanting to keep an eye on what was happening to her, though she knew it wouldn’t matter. Now that the drug was in the needle, she wouldn’t be able to tell what it was anyway. She reluctantly looked away, glancing up at the other nurse, getting taken by surprise when, before she was even fully turned, she felt the syringe sliding into her arm.

“Ow!” she yelped, which was going to do nothing to prove she wasn’t as big a chicken as she’d appeared to be so far.

“It’s all right,” the nurse holding her in place soothed. “Look at that! You’re all done!”

That was a relief, in a way; in another, she knew it was just beginning. Now she had to wait and see what effects it was going to have on her, if any, while she tried to find a way to get out of here and back to the nurse’s lounge so she could change back into her real clothes without letting anyone see her, or the diaper peeking from the rear of her hospital gown.

Speaking of that, the nurse let go of her wrists, one of her hands trailing back, giving the seat of the diaper a pat. Bea’s cheeks warmed, ready to be praised for something that she’d taken for granted for decades now – the fact that she hadn’t peed her pants – but, to her surprise, that wasn’t the reaction she got. “Caitlin,” the woman glared down at her sternly, “have you been drinking your water, young lady? You know you need to stay hydrated… You don’t want to go back on the IV, do you?”

“N-No, ma’am,” Beatrix shook her head, not having to know anything about Caitlin’s condition to know she definitely didn’t want that. “I-I wasn’t thirsty, so…”

“You still need to drink your water,” the other nurse told her. “That’s very important. Where is your water?” Bea looked around the room with the woman, not having any more of an answer than she did. “Caitlin, what did you do with your cup?”

“I-I don’t know!” Bea shrank back, truly unaware of what the answer was. If Caitlin really had left already, she might have taken it with her without thinking… Or perhaps it had been cleared away with her last meal, and the real Caitlin had been too intimidated by the orderlies to stop them. She certainly didn’t see a cup anywhere here now.

“All right,” the nurse sighed. “Wait here and I’ll bring you another one.”

Beatrix nodded, watching as the nurses filed out, leaving her alone yet again. Nervously, she glanced down at her arm to examine the injection site, but she could barely tell where it had been. That was a good sign that she wasn’t allergic to it, anyway, but it did nothing to tell her what it was, what she should expect…

She groaned, tugging at her ridiculous, childish hospital gown, glad that, at the very least, it hid her diaper… From the front. It still made her look so young, so much like she belonged in this place… She really wished she’d worn one of her padded bras, or some makeup, or something… With nothing to help her along, and her ID, purse, and phone all locked up in the back of the supply closet, it was going to be very difficult for her to convince anyone of her true identity, or age.

“Chester had better really appreciate this,” she grumbled to herself. She knew he’d love this story, if she told it to him, maybe even more than the diapers themselves… He was the baby, though! She wasn’t sure she wanted to let him know how easily she’d been sucked into that role. She wiggled her backside, hearing the diapers crinkle, feeling the bulk of them between her legs, the heat still building up inside the plastic and padding… She couldn’t recall the last time she’d felt so powerless, knowing she was stuck in these things until she could find her way out of this mess.

She shook her head, reminding herself that she needed to do that, and quickly if she wanted to be ready for her shift in time to try to forget about all this and go back to being a professional young woman, rather than a diapered little girl. Her head was feeling a little fuzzy as she crept over to the door, and the door itself seemed heavier than she remembered when she pushed it open to peek outside.

She nibbled her lip, seeing other nurses and orderlies popping in and out of the other rooms. They must be making their rounds, she thought… Of course they were. That meant this would be the worst possible time for her to make an escape attempt. She’d never know when one of them would step out of a room, see her there, so clearly a patient, and ask what she was doing wandering the halls… She groaned, face darkening at the idea of yet another stranger giving her diaper a pat, checking her as if she really were a child, like she really needed these things…

She leaned against the doorframe, feeling sorry for herself, staring blankly out at the dance of bodies entering and exiting the hallway, the motion of it slightly hypnotizing to her. She tried to tell herself she was looking for a pattern, working on a way out, but in reality, she knew how chaotic this could be, that her best bet would be to wait until it was over, like it or not… And that she was only gawking at it all because she couldn’t help herself.

Not until she saw one of the nurses who had visited her appear. With a squeak, she pulled back, letting the door shut, stumbling away, the room spinning around her, making it difficult to make her way the few steps back towards her bed before she heard the door open again. “Here you are,” the nurse announced, holding up what looked an awful lot like a sippy cup, though with a straw rather than a spout, the plastic clouded just enough to make it impossible for her to see exactly what was inside. “You don’t look so good, Caitlin… Why don’t you sit on your bed?”

“Y-Yeah,” Beatrix nodded dizzily. “Th-That sounds…”

She thought she was doing exactly that, but as she lowered her bottom, there was nothing beneath it, and, by then, she’d lost her balance, sending her falling down hard onto the tile floor beneath her with a squawk and a crinkle… And something else. She frowned, confused, her bottom shifting inside her padding, unable to process what she was feeling there at first, why it was even warmer than it had been before, why there was a squishiness she hadn’t noticed earlier… And why it was spreading.

“Oh, Caitlin,” the nurse shook her head, setting the cup down on the bedside table. “I thought you were getting used to your medication. Maybe you need to stay here a little longer after all.”

“N-No, I’m fine, I-I’m just…” Bea insisted as she took the nurse’s offered hand, letting herself be hauled to her feet, her stance unsteady, knees wobbling as she felt the warmth expanding even further around her, and noticed a familiar sensation at last. “I-I’m peeing!” she couldn’t stop herself from announcing, although she immediately regretted it, staring, big-eyed, up at the nurse.

“Oh, that’s good,” the nurse smiled. “You still need to drink your water.”

“B-But…” Beatrix whimpered, wanting to point out that this wasn’t normal, that she didn’t do this, didn’t have accidents… But she wasn’t supposed to be Beatrix right now, was she? The nurse lifted her up, setting her on the edge of the bed as she fought, in vain, to stop the flow from her bladder.

“That was the same dosage you always get,” the nurse observed, looking through the chart. “I don’t know why you’re reacting like this now… We probably ought to have something a little more secure than this bed…”

Beatrix wasn’t sure what that meant, but she knew she didn’t like the sound of it. “N-No, I’m being discharged,” she reminded the woman. “I-I’m leaving…”

The look on the nurse’s face disagreed. “You stay here and finish up,” she said, patting the front of the diaper through Bea’s gown, reminding her of what she was doing, and the fact that it was no secret to either of them, “and drink your water. I’ll be back to give you a change and take care of this bed in a bit, okay?”

Bea shook her head, but the nurse was already heading out, leaving her sitting there on the edge of her bed, legs swinging nervously, glancing over at the sippy cup on the table beside her. It might be only water… Or there could be something else in there, something to keep her extra hydrated, at the very least.

She picked it up, yet her hands were shaking too badly to let her open it up to look inside. After what the injection had done to her, she was scared to try anything else that was meant for Caitlin… But she was just as scared at the idea of the nurse coming back and finding she hadn’t followed instructions. She seemed so much bigger, so much more mature, than her… It was hard to remember that they were both nurses, especially after Bea had peed her pants in front of the woman…

And what could she be having brought into the room that was ‘more secure?’ She shuddered at the possibilities, knowing any one of them would mean she’d have an even harder time digging out of this hole she’d found herself in. Rounds were no doubt still going on, and she was still very shaky from the drug, which would make dodging everyone out there all the more difficult, but if she didn’t do it now, she might not get another chance… Or maybe she should try to explain things? Or, perhaps, if she was good, and did as she was told, the nurse would take it easy on her, and that might lead to another, better opportunity for escape later on… How much later, though? How long was she going to be stuck here, in the children’s ward, in diapers?!

What should she do?

Try to make a run for it?

Try to tell the nurse the full story?

Drink her water and wait obediently for a better chance to escape?

Or wait for a better chance to escape, but leave her water alone?

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New Year, New You

Shayla gasped, eyes popping open at the sensation of being dragged across her bed, thinking, for a moment, that she was being kidnapped, only to see her stepmother.

“Wh-What’s going on?” Shayla shook her head, which was still a bit fuzzy from the drinking she’d done earlier in the evening.

“You know what you did,” the woman hissed.

“Hey!” Shayla struggled as she was pulled over the woman’s lap. “H-Hey!” she squealed, voice going exponentially higher as she felt her shorts being tugged down. Despite her stepmother’s insistence, she wasn’t certain what this was about… Sure, she’d had some alcohol, but not only was she over twenty-one, it was New Year’s Eve! Or, rather, it had been… It must, technically, be New Year’s Day now, since she’d watched the ball drop, and then, apparently, dozed off in her bed, clothes still on.

Her stepmother was strict, yes; even she couldn’t blame Shayla for wanting to celebrate the holiday, though, could she? And yet, here Shayla was, feeling the cool air against her backside, seeing the woman hold up a heavy, wooden hairbrush.

“I’m sure you think you’re too old for this,” the woman said, “and that I ought to ask your father… But I am your mother now, young lady, and I can’t allow you to get away with this behavior.”

“I-I didn’t do anything!” Shayla whimpered, eyes bulging as her panties were lowered as well, earning a giggle from behind her. She turned, even more mortified at the sight of her stepsister standing there, watching the whole thing… And baffled at what she saw the girl wearing, although she didn’t have the opportunity to say anything about it before the hairbrush crashed down on her bare bottom.

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Taryn’s heart pounded as she heard her mother’s car pull into the driveway, knowing that this was her last chance to change her mind. She squirmed, diaper crinkling, mostly confident that her plan would work, but not completely… And, to be perfectly honest, not sure if it would be more fun if it did, or didn’t.

“Good morning,” her mother told her, walking in the door. “What are you doing up? Wait, what are you wearing?!”

Taryn fidgeted, tugging at her t-shirt, blushing, not having to do much acting. She wasn’t that embarrassed at her outfit, since she wore it whenever she had the chance, though letting herself be seen in it was something else entirely, something she had far less experience – none, in fact. Having a mother – single until fairly recently – who was a nurse, and who tended to work long hours, like she had tonight, made that easier… And had given Taryn access to her first diapers, before she’d bought some cuter ones online.

“What is going on, Taryn?” her mother demanded. “Why are you dressed like a two year old?”

“I-I didn’t want to!” Taryn sniffed.

“Well, of course not,” her mom said; if only she knew. “So why are you?”

“Sh-Shayla made me do it!” Taryn whined. “Sh-She had a party, a-and she said she needed a Baby New Year, a-and I was the smallest, so…” Taryn fell silent, staring down at her feet.

“Oh, sweetie,” her mother pulled her into a hug. “I’m so sorry! She shouldn’t have done that! Any of that…”

Knowing her mom couldn’t see it, Taryn allowed herself a sly grin. “A-And she told me I wasn’t going to get my big girl clothes back until I finished cleaning up after her party… B-But when I did, she was asleep, so I-I didn’t know what to do!”

“It’s all right,” her mother promised. “You did the right thing… Mommy will take care of everything…”

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Shayla had never experienced anything like this before… She didn’t know if that made it better or worse, if she should be grateful she didn’t have any memories of it from the past to make her feel even more childish as she writhed and bawled across her stepmother’s lap, or if having some idea of what it would be like would have at least prepared her for the sensation of enduring swat after swat, feeling her bottom warm and swell, turning bright red from the punishment, Taryn standing behind her the whole time, practically bouncing up and down in what looked an awful lot like a diaper…

She had no concept of how long this would go on, of how much more she’d have to get through, and that just amplified the helplessness of the situation, the hopelessness. It already seemed as though everyone at her father’s company looked down on her, thinking she’d gotten her position because of who she was… She could only imagine how much glee they’d get from this, seeing her wiggling in her chair, unable to sit still, the older ones very possibly recognizing her motions from getting spankings of their own, when they were younger.

At last, it stopped, Shayla remaining collapsed over her stepmother legs, attempting to compose herself, for a minute or two, listening to what was going on above her faintly, more like something that was going on in a television show than real life.

“I assume she has more than one of those,” her stepmother said. Taryn must have nodded, since Shayla didn’t hear anything, yet the woman went on anyway. “Can you go fetch me one?” Shayla heard the pitter-patter of her stepsister’s tiny feet, though, in the moment, she was in no condition to ponder where this was going, or even put together what they were talking about.

At least, not until the girl returned, tossing something onto Shayla’s bed. Shayla had recovered enough to turn, to look at it, nose wrinkling as she asked, “What is that?”, her expression betraying the fact that she already knew – or suspected she knew – the answer.

“Don’t play dumb with me, young lady,” her stepmother scolded her. “You wanted a Baby New Year, huh? Well, considering the way you’ve acted, I think that sounds like something you’re far more qualified for.”

“Huh?” Shayla furrowed her brow. “I-I don’t…”

“Do you need another round?” her stepmother raised the hairbrush, Shayla shrinking back. “I didn’t think so… Pick it up, Shayla.” Reluctantly, Shayla reached over, fingers closing around the garment, feeling the plastic crackle, the padding compress slightly. “Now, you’re going to ask me to put it on you… And, if I don’t believe you actually want it…” She tapped the hairbrush against her open palm, the sound of the impact hanging heavy over the room, speaking louder than any spoken threat could have.

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Taryn didn’t hate Shayla… She had, in fact, been thrilled when she met her, had seen how much bigger she was than her, despite being so close to her in age. It was like all of her fantasies had come to life at once… A rich stepfather, who spent so much time away on business, as he was now, an older sister who could easily, if she wanted, force Taryn to be her doll, could dress her up however she liked, make her do anything for her own – or her friends’ – amusement.

Of course, just because that was what she daydreamed about didn’t mean that it was really going to happen. It definitely felt like their age difference was bigger than it was, with Taryn still in college, thanks to failing out of a couple classes, and switching majors multiple times, and Shayla having graduated and moved on to an entry-level position in her father’s company.

Taryn had brought that up, too, had told Shayla how much of a baby she felt like compared to her, joking about how she even had to still shop in the kids’ department for clothes since she was so small, laying the seeds to try to set up a trip to the mall, or a game of dress-up with some of Shayla’s old outfits…

Shayla had never taken the bait. “I’m not that much better,” she’d said. “My dad owns the place I work, and even with that, I only make minimum wage! I still have to live here because I can’t afford anything else!”

“I do, too,” Taryn had pointed out. “I’ve never even had a real job!”

“Yeah, but you’re in school still,” Shayla had brushed that off. “You’ll get there.”

Taryn knew she should be grateful, having such a supportive sister… But that wasn’t what she wanted! She wanted someone mean, someone who would make fun of her, push her around, treat her like a dumb little girl…

And if Shayla wasn’t going to do that… Well, maybe she’d have to take another approach. She’d never really considered it before, but when the idea had come to her, and so close to New Year’s, the perfect opportunity for her to work diapers into it, she’d had to try…

Judging by how well it was going, she’d made the right call. It was fun to wear diapers herself, to be the baby, but being on the other side, watching Shayla get paddled, knowing it was thanks to her… That was pretty cool, too. And now, seeing the girl pick up the diaper, blushing and squeaking… It was all she could do to keep from reaching between her legs, giving her own diaper a rub…

“Pl-Please,” Shayla pouted, holding the diaper out to Taryn’s mother. “Pl-Please, could you… Could you put me in this diaper? I-I really want to wear it… I-It looks so… comfy…”

“And she needs it!” Taryn couldn’t help calling out from behind her. “Because she’s a big baby!”

“That’s right,” her mother agreed. “Don’t you think so, Shayla? Aren’t you a big Baby New Year?”

Shayla sniffed, starting to turn to give Taryn a dirty look, only to be stopped with a light swat on her thigh by the hairbrush, forcing her attention to return to her stepmother. “Y-Yes, ma’am,” she sighed. “I-I’m a big Baby New Year…”

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“You little monster!” Shayla howled, thrashing helplessly in her high chair, the soft restraints stopping her hands and feet short, keeping her struggles contained. Her father, of course, got only the best, so it didn’t matter how hard she struggled, the chair wasn’t going to tip, or so much as budge from its spot. She was well and truly trapped… And she could feel her stomach churning already.

This couldn’t be happening to her… She was an adult! She didn’t deserve to be here, strapped to a high chair, wearing a diaper, socks, a bib, and nothing else, her tummy full of oatmeal that Taryn had told her, right before skipping off to school, had been dosed with fast-acting laxatives and a stool softener.

She knew Taryn was behind this, obviously… It had been clear – to her, though neither her stepmother nor father had believed it – from the start, especially once the diaper had been brought out, and she’d had to beg to be taped into it, with Taryn behind her, giddy, wearing one of her own. She must think they were stupid, they’d said. Why would Taryn lie about this? Why would she have put a diaper on herself?

The pink, plastic potty was sitting in the middle of the floor, taunting her. It was a poor substitute for the actual toilet, naturally, but it was miles better than her current alternative. She groaned and grunted, tugging at the restraint on her wrist again, hoping to see something show a sign of weakness, either the strap wound around her arm, or the one going to the highchair, or the highchair itself… As far as she could tell, she might as well have been sitting still like a good, obedient little baby, waiting patiently for the inevitable.

“I don’t want you making a mess,” Taryn had told her as she buckled them on – which was, Shayla saw now, the exact opposite of the truth. “There’s no time for me to clean you up after breakfast, and I’d hate for you to run around covered in oatmeal until your babysitter gets here.”

“I can clean myself up!” she’d whined. “N-Not that I’d need to if you let me feed myself!” She’d blushed, embarrassed she hadn’t gone to that first, that she was already getting so used to this treatment that she hadn’t defaulted to think of that right away.

But it didn’t matter anyway, and perhaps knowing that had been what had kept her from saying it initially. Taryn wasn’t going to miss a chance to spoon-feed her, even though the pipsqueak had to stand on a footstool to reach Shayla’s mouth when she was sitting in her highchair. And, when she was done, when she’d scooped out every bit of the white goop from the bowl, she’d revealed why.

It would have become obvious pretty quickly either way… She must have wanted to guarantee Shayla would have some extra time to dread it, to ensure she’d be on the lookout for the first sign, that she wouldn’t optimistically write it off as something else… Taryn wanted her to know from the start what the growing pain in her tummy was going to lead to…

It had been bad enough, meeting her new babysitter, knowing it was the daughter of one of the people she’d used to work with, having the girl smirk at her, eyeing her in her diaper, sizing her up. She was a couple years younger than even Taryn, to add insult to injury.

“Sure,” she’d said. “I can do it… It’ll be extra if I have to change poopy diapers, though. I can deal with them, but I’d rather not, if I don’t have to.”

“Perfectly understandable,” Shayla’s stepmother had said, shooting Shayla a meaningful look. “I think she’s still mature enough to not do that, at least.”

And Shayla had been so eager to nod her head, to agree, having not even considered that possibility until her sitter had mentioned it, the idea of it making her feel more tiny, more infantile, as she squirmed on the floor in her diaper and t-shirt. She’d had no intention of contradicting herself, of making that a lie…

But now, here she was, trapped in her highchair, gasping as a cramp hit her… And something started to happen. Her body pushed, and suddenly, there was something warm, and mushy oozing into her pants, growing rapidly, despite her best efforts to stop it. She couldn’t believe it… She was filling her diaper! Not only was that absolutely mortifying, she was also going to be in so much trouble when the babysitter got here, and told her parents that, on her very first day on the job, Shayla had already failed to do the one thing she’d promised…

It wasn’t her fault, of course; based on how things had been going, however, she had little hope of anyone actually believing her about that, or, after what she’d done in her pants, much else. She’d just proven what a baby she really was… Why would they trust a Pamper-pooping baby’s word about anything?

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Taryn poked her head into the nursery, an involuntary “Aww!” exploding from her mouth at the sight that awaited her there. Her formerly big stepsister was lying on the floor, legs in the air, coloring, glancing back over her shoulder to stare at Taryn from behind her pacifier. Her permanently padded bottom was on display, as ever, covered by only a pair of white, ruffle-seated tights, the t-shirt that made up the rest of her outfit nowhere near long enough to hide it, even if she’d been standing up.

It really was quite the transformation, Taryn mused… Barely a full month into the year, and there was no hint of Shayla’s grown-up side left, at least not looking at her now. She was the perfect image of sweet innocence, an oversized toddler through and through.

There was definitely a pang of jealousy, seeing how adorable she was, wishing it was her, instead. That was, in fact, why she was here… Thanks to Shayla’s father’s insistence on always having the best, they’d bought Shayla some of the thickest, puffiest diapers Taryn had ever seen, and Taryn wanted so badly to try them herself. Her last class of the day had been cancelled, so she’d thought she would get home during Shayla’s naptime, and could sneak in, grab one, hide them in her stash.

“Whatcha doing there, cutie?” she asked, stepping forward to get a peek at the girl’s coloring book, one of her other senses answering the question for her. She sniffed, giggling to herself as she knelt down to give her stepsister’s ruffled bum a pat, feeling a squish there, watch Shayla’s eyes widen, her cheeks darken.

Had she not known?! Had she been unaware of the mess she was making in her pants until now?! It was possible her bashful reaction, hanging her head and staring at the fluffy rug she was lying on, was at being caught, but it seemed like more than that…

Shayla had made an attempt to tattle on Taryn for stacking the deck against her the first time she’d pooped herself, though it was almost as if the act itself, coupled with a day being cared for by a younger babysitter, had leeched away years of maturity from her… And, if that was the case, by now she was practically a newborn. It had been so easy for Taryn to claim Shayla had willfully filled her diaper before Taryn had gone to school, and Taryn had simply restrained her to the highchair to keep her from making a mess trying to hide the evidence before her babysitter could arrive, since Taryn hadn’t had time to change her before heading to her first class.

“You knew you weren’t supposed to do that,” Shayla’s father had scolded her. “If you’re going to act like a spoiled little brat, then so be it… We’re going to pay your sitter her extra to change your stinky diapers, and you’d better believe we’ll be getting our money’s worth.”

Taryn still remembered how timid Shayla had looked, sitting there in her soggy diaper, pouting. “I-I’m gonna have to do that again?” she’d whined, not attempting to bargain her way out of it, or even throw a tantrum to get her way, just whimpering and sucking her thumb when her father told her yes.

Seeing her then, and now, Taryn couldn’t help wondering if she’d had it wrong all along. She had liked diapers on her own, but this was so much better… Maybe she was meant to be a big sister, instead.

She could have taken a diaper; nobody was going to believe Shayla over her if the girl told them she’d seen her stealing one. And she was still curious to see what they felt like… But, for now, she was satisfied giving Shayla’s another rub, feeling the mass inside squelch and spread at her touch.

“Shayla!” The stepsister both flinched at the sound of the babysitter’s voice. “You know it’s almost naptime! Why didn’t you do this before your last change?”

“I-I was about to clean her up!” Taryn hopped to her feet.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” the sitter said. “That’s my job… Besides, when she does it this close to naptime, it’s usually because she wants to stay that way, don’t you, naughty girl? She wants a little alone time with her poopy diapers.”

The look on Shayla’s face told Taryn all she needed to know, as she shared a knowing look with the sitter. It seemed Taryn wasn’t the only one who had learned to enjoy her new position in the family…

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