Ginny’s Incontinence Procedure — Part 14 (Conclusion)

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With her eyes closed, Ginny cringed and winced as she felt Dr. Mallory gruffly scrubbing with baby wipes between her bottom cheeks, into her rosebud, around her labia and even over her clit.

And for the first time since Dr. Mallory opened her obscenely poopy diaper, the full gravity of what she was experiencing hit Ginny like a ton of bricks.

That’s because she realized this wasn’t just a poopy diaper change she was receiving. It was the first poopy diaper change. The first of… how many? Hundreds? Thousands?

From Dr. Mallory’s description, it seemed as though Ginny was expected to truly become a baby now while under her care. In every. Single. Way. Which meant a poopy diaper change… every day, potentially multiple times per day, did it not?

The more the details of their conversation just now ruminated in her head, the more Ginny suddenly began to privately break down, as she laid there, doing her best to remain quiet and obedient for her change, as ordered.

It seemed like the idea was that Ginny would be treated like a baby… for at least as long as it took to convince her she actually was a baby.

… and then who knew how long it would continue after that! It seemed to be totally up to the doctor’s discretion.

Ginny began to once again pour with silent tears, the countless horrid details from everything she just learned of what was to be her new life, suddenly flitting through her mind’s eye like a nightmarish slideshow on loop—spankings, poopy diapers, adult sized baby clothes, enemas, laxatives, punishment catheters!

So far, Ginny had only experienced one single day forcefully diapered, restrained and infantilized, and the emotional turmoil from just her extreme humiliation and degradation during just that day had already been psychologically devastating for her. She already doubted she could ever see herself the same way again, especially now, as she was forced to lay there while another adult woman diligently cleaned her poopy diaper butt, after she had helplessly made a big, public, poopy accident in her adult-sized pampers.

Now, it seemed that this was about to become her new normal. Every day, she was going to be forced to live like a full-time baby. And she was utterly powerless to resist, powerless to disobey, totally trapped on all sides. Legally. Medically. Procedurally.

Ginny flashed back to her grandiose confession from her wheelchair, right before they were about to cart her away to the hospital…

She cringed in horror and regret as she remembered how she bellowed in desperation to everyone in the whole clinic about how, deep down, she was really just a baby.

Maybe it was true… maybe that was the real reason she was still uncontrollably wetting and messing herself after all the doctor’s medical interventions…

But nonetheless, Ginny squealed those confessions primarily out of desperation and the terror of being dragged off to the psych ward. But now, the cruel irony was, it seemed like her life under Dr. Mallory was potentially about to become profoundly more humiliating and shameful than anything she would have suffered in the mental hospital.

After all, they might have diapered her at the mental hospital… but they surely would have treated her like an adult in every other way that allowed.

But now, now Ginny was about to become diapered… and treated exactly the way she feared most, ever since she reluctantly slipped that first pull-up on at Walmart after her first accident… like a stupid, helpless, naughty baby.

Ginny began to panic as she pictured Dr. Mallory’s face, watching over her 24/7.

Getting her diaper checked by her. Listening to her discuss her like a baby with others—medical professionals, friends, family, whoever she wanted to! Imagining having to prostrate herself before the stern woman on the changing table again and again and again for the privilege of an unimaginably humiliating wet, or even… shudder… poopy, diaper change…

And then Ginny remembered the nurses! How Dr. Mallory mentioned Nurse Roberts and Sunshine would likely be babysitting her. And Ginny began to really cry as she imagined herself suffering under their cruel authority for several days every week from now on, totally dependent on them, and obedient to their every sinister whim, lest they torment her with another cruel gag and straightjacket wheelchair.

Ginny physically writhed from the irony that she thought her grand confession had helped her escape the evil nurses, but instead, it seemed to have put her permanently, diapered, right back into their grasp…

It was all too much.

Ginny began to physically panic.

Suddenly, the overpowering stench of mess and baby powder from her own exposed dirty diaper below began to make her feel physically sick.

She started feeling hot, trapped, dizzy.

She opened her eyes, hoping to steady herself. But the colorfully decorated walls of the pediatrics exam room began to spin. And the educational, toddler-level posters, stuffed animals, and nursery wallpaper prints began to swirl around and close in on her.

Ginny suddenly felt like she was in a nightmare. A child-like, diaper-Mommy nightmare.

She knew Dr. Mallory was still scrubbing her bottom clean. She knew she was supposed to be trying her hardest to be good.

But she was also suddenly at a breaking point. Once again, everything around her had become far too much.

And despite what punishments she feared, Ginny couldn’t help but wind up for yet another explosive, painful tantrum. Painful for Ginny, but to her desperate, rapidly regressing, unconscious mind, hopefully loud enough to be even slightly more painful to those bystanders around her.

Ginny balled her fists, opened her mouth, and just as she was about to start shrieking and shrieking at the top of her lungs—

Ginny gasped.

It suddenly happened again. The sensation. The magical sensation. The magical, wonderful, incredible, totally disarming sensation. The same sensation that disarmed Ginny from her tantrum earlier that same day…

Ginny’s pent up screams of anguish suddenly evaporated. She slowly melted back onto the changing table.

She was now transfixed by a powerful tingling in her core. The sexual, sensual, euphoric tingling, quickly building up deep in her groin.

She wanted to look down, to see what was happening to her down below. But she was suddenly helpless but to squeeze her eyes shut and focus entirely on suppressing her mounting moans of primal pleasure.

The diaper, she thought in a drunk mix of shock and horror…

She could feel the awful, messy, squishy diaper, suddenly being held up… and squished into her groin.

The stinky, squishy mass was being massaged into her crotch. Pressed hard into her dripping wet orifice.

The unholy mixture of crinkly padding, baby powder, and soggy naughty mess, massaged and pressed and pinched and squeezed directly onto her trembling clit…

With her eyes too hazy to see, her body too possessed to even get a good look downward, Ginny had no idea what was happening or why.

But she knew it must be Dr. Mallory. She was clearly pushing the filthy diaper back onto her, massaging and squeezing it into her crotch.

Ginny gasped and writhed.

Was she punishing Ginny? Or pleasuring her?

Did it matter?

All the mounting terror Ginny felt just moments ago picturing her future trapped in diapers, suddenly found a focal point—her dirty diaper suddenly harshly pressed against her pussy, perhaps as a reminder of the naughty, filthy, babyish mess she made—and in the process, her emotional terror suddenly transformed into its explosive, sexual converse. The energy of fear, humiliation, and shame, pressurized and transfigured, through some perverse alchemy, into unbearable sheer erotic rapture.

Ginny threw her head back and bellowed with a helpless, guttural, sexual moan of sheer primal, filthy euphoria.

She was a naughty baby.

A naughty, squishy, stinky baby.

A naughty, squishy, stinky baby, and she needed her Mommy to change her poopy diapers.

Ginny trembled from an unexpected spike of euphoria as she suddenly felt Dr. Mallory’s fingers land on her naked pussy.

Rubbing, teasing, penetrating her.

She had been feeling their fingers all day… Dr. Mallory and her nurses, as they probed and inspected her most sensitive parts, for reasons of medical business…

But now, it was clear the fingers were there for only reasons of pleasure. Perverse, gloved, medical pleasure. Twisting, and rubbing, and squeezing, and penetrating in ways Ginny could have only ever possibly imagined.

Ginny began to squeal with a rapidly mounting sense of unbearable ecstasy…

“Who’s my baby girl?” Ginny suddenly heard the doctor’s voice in her ear, as the squishy diaper was pressed ever harder into her dripping wet groin.

“I am!” Ginny gasped.

“Who’s my darling, naughty, diaper baby girl?” Dr. Mallory asked again.

“I am, I am!” Ginny repeated, her whole face flushed red.

“That’s right!” Dr. Malory said. “And do you want to know the truth, Ginny? The truth about why I’ve chosen you to become my new perfect forever diaper baby? It’s because of this. What’s happening right now. Your naughty, filthy, perverted little diaper habit,” Dr. Mallory explained in a hot and heavy, breathy whisper.

“Ever since I first saw the look on your face—the look of sheer, submissive, humiliated, helpless, babyish ecstasy—as you helplessly, dumbly, rubbed yourself off to climax like a drooling imbecile in your naughty, filthy, stinky little baby diapers…

“I knew I had to have you. I knew I had to give you that pleasure myself. And I had to do it all day, every day from this day on. Because from now on, you’re my new, perfect, naughty little diaper baby. And I’m going to keep you wetting, messing, and climaxing in your dirty diadees, while I hold you tightly in my arms like the baby you are, for forever and ever and ever and ever…”

Ginny finally erupted. She bellowed with ear-piercing shriek after shriek…

Shrieks that had started building as shrieks of a toddler-like tantrum…

But were now the shrieks of an earth-shattering climax.

A naughty, filthy, poopy diaper climax.

And the best part was, as Ginny’s whole body writhed with uncontrollable, perverse, diapered, sexual rapture, she knew her Mommy’s words in her ears meant, it was just the first naughty climax, of what was to be so many, many more to come…

* * *

Ginny’s abrupt shrieks of pleasure suddenly caused her to jerk herself awake on the changing table.

Startled, Ginny sat up, gasping for air, looking around.

She turned just in time to see Dr. Mallory dropping Ginny’s rolled up, monstrously soiled diaper, into the nearby diaper pail with a loud squish-thud.

Ginny stared at her, baffled.

The dominating, hot and heavy whispers from Dr. Mallory that brought Ginny to climax were still fresh in Ginny’s mind. And yet everything else around the moment was fading into a strange blur…

And now, looking down at her crotch, looking over at Dr. Mallory, there was no indication any of it had actually just happened.

Was it all just a dream?

Dr. Mallory looked back at Ginny and smiled while she dusted her hands off. “Well then, looks like my little sleepy-head has woken up. Good thing you’ve got a Mommy to change your diapers for you now, huh? Otherwise who knows what kind of rash you would have woken up with, after you fell asleep in your mess, while Mommy was just trying to clean that icky diaper bum-bum of yours.”

Ginny laid back down on the changing table, catching her breath.

It was just a dream, then. It had to be.

Dr. Mallory walked back over to Ginny with a fresh, clean diaper in her hand. And as she unfolded the wonderfully crinkly garment and slipped it under Ginny’s bottom…

Ginny once again felt the familiar, indescribably alluring tingle in her loins.

Suddenly, all Ginny could think about was… how badly she needed more of it.

“Ummm… Mommy?” Ginny suddenly squeaked as Dr. Mallory coated Ginny’s exposed crotch with baby powder and rubbed it in with her gloved hands.

“Yes, dear?” Dr. Mallory replied, looking up. Her eyes were wide and sparkling, her excitement at hearing Ginny call her ‘Mommy’ immediately visible.

“If I become your baby… will you ever maybe… make me feel, you know, naughty and tingly and special in my diaper area? You know, like I said I sometimes do when I’m a naughty girl?” Ginny asked, unable to keep her horny thoughts to herself another moment.

Dr. Mallory couldn’t help but grin with surprise. “Of course, baby. But only if you’re an extra, extra good diaper girl for Mommy,” she said, folding Ginny’s fresh, clean, crinkly diaper up and taping it tight.

“I will be, Mommy, I promise,” Ginny smiled as she reached down to lightly pat her own puffy, crinkly, freshly diapered crotch with unexpected joy. “Because I think I really am ready to be your special baby girl now. In all the ways you want, and for as long as you decide is right.”

“Oh, angel,” Dr. Mallory beamed with joy as she wrapped Ginny in a hug. “This next chapter of our lives together is going to be so, so special. I promise, it’s going to be something neither one of us ever forgets.”

And with that, Dr. Mallory picked up the smiling, diapered Ginny, and gently patted her on her freshly diapered bum as she carried her out of the office and to her car, where they drove home to start their new lives together, as loving baby and loving Mommy.

Exactly as they were always meant to be.

* * *

EPILOGUE: DR. MALLORY’S LOG

It’s been years now, but my heart still flutters like it was yesterday when I think back to that first special night, when I finally got to drive Little Ginny MacIntosh home for the first time, buckled up tightly in her carseat in the back of my SUV.

I remember I couldn’t stop grinning as I peaked at the girl snoozing like an angel in my rearview mirror. I was like a Mother returning back from the hospital with her first newborn. I could barely contain my glee.

That night, after an early bath time, I introduced the squeaky clean and smooth-shaven Ginny to her wonderful new nursery, where I gently double-diapered her and tucked her in tightly into her adorable new crib.

And I stood there beaming with pride as I watched my amazing new little bundle of joy fall asleep under my gaze, gently nursing the warm bottle of milk I had placed in her hands.

I couldn’t believe I’d done it. I’d actually done it. I’d gotten the little girl of my dreams under my roof, under my control, and deep under the power of my maternal embrace. The adorable little Jenny MacIntosh was finally mine. All mine. And now that I had her, I was never letting her go.

I was going to relish every bottle of milk she drank. Every baby food meal spoon fed to her in her highchair. And most of all, every single wet and poopy diaper of hers that I changed. Because I knew it was all the product of my long and hard work up to that point to transform her into the perfect adult baby girl.

Of course, poor little Ginny would never have any idea the real cause of her life suddenly spiraling into infantile disaster, where she somehow wound up forced to live under the roof of a new Mommy, sleeping in a baby crib, and pooping and peeing in diapers 24/7.

She would never know it was all because what was supposed to be her continence procedure that fateful day, so very long ago, was actually secretly her incontinence procedure.

Not to mention, how me and my staff then secretly worked around the clock to manipulate the poor little thing at every turn. Ruthlessly blaming her for the accidents I caused her to have with my sinister procedure. Pressuring her to conform and obey us at our clinic. Lying to her at every turn. My nurses and I even performed long, ornate, ‘good cop, bad cop’ routines to get her to trust me, so we could better get what we wanted out of her.

And we didn’t stop until we eventually successfully undermined the girl’s faith in her own very adulthood. Which allowed us to expertly intimidate and pressure her into giving up all her rights to independence, and legally become my permanent ward.

Of course, at the beginning, I had told the girl that her new life as my baby was merely temporary. It was all just a sophisticated ‘rehabilitation program’. I insisted that I would be letting her grow up again one day. I even would potty-train her again! ‘When the time was right,’ I explained.

But obviously, I never had any intentions of ever letting little Ginny do any such thing.

I was just acutely aware that dangling the carrot of one day regaining her independence from diapers was a critical tool for securing Ginny’s long-term cooperation with her new life as my precious adult baby.

And secure her cooperation, I have. Because ever since that fateful day where I brought Ginny home to move in to her new nursery, she has been everything to me. My perfect little diaper baby. My pride and joy.

Every diaper of Ginny’s I change, every bottle of milk I get to hold to her lips, every spanking I dutifully administer, whenever she needs reminding of her place as my obedient, submissive baby girl…

It’s all been the fulfillment of my wildest, Mommy domme dreams.

And even on days where little Ginny doesn’t feel like being my good little baby... and not even a spanking, or a suppository, or a soapy enema can set her stinky attitude right…

All it takes is the very special naughty touch, in just the right naughty, dirty diaper spot, to remind my little girl just what a privilege it is to be Mommy’s good little baby angel.

Because I really do love my precious adult baby Ginny more than anything.

Of course, you may be wondering, given how much my heart overflows with love for my little precious Ginny… do I ever feel bad about lying to her?

Do I ever feel bad about so intentionally deceiving, manipulating, and gaslighting her? Systematically humiliating, shaming, and degrading her with diapers, toileting accidents and absurdly invasive medical examinations? Psychologically and physiologically breaking her down through malicious and cruel infantilization, until she was basically forced to come tumbling, diapered and drooling, into her new Mommy’s waiting arms?

Sometimes.

But then again, just like on that first night together, all it takes is for me to look down at my beautiful diaper girl, freshly padded, tucked into her crib, a belly full of warm milk, and a smile of sheer contentedness on her face, while she sleeps under the glow of her Mommy’s endlessly adoring gaze…

And I know it was all worth it.

In fact, I’m even pretty sure that if little Ginny Macintosh ever somehow found out the truth…

That is, the full web of lies, deceit, and campaign of manipulation, that led her to become forcefully diapered, incontinent, and Mommy’s little baby girl for forever…

I’m pretty sure, deep down, my little Ginny would agree that it was all worth it, too.

THE END