Ginny’s Incontinence Procedure — Part 10

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The yellow, soggy diaper sat there in a wet heap on the floor in the middle of the exam room.

With Nurse Sunshine standing over it, staring sternly at Ginny, her hands on her hips.

And Dr. Mallory sitting back in her chair, her arms crossed, her brow furrowed, as if she were genuinely intrigued by this whole situation, despite not yet having a handle on it either way.

“It’s not mine!” Ginny suddenly blurted, pointing at the diaper.

Ginny immediately regretted it, realizing how guilty it made her sound the second it came out. But she couldn’t help it, it felt like they wanted her to say something, and it was the first thing out of her mouth.

Both Nurse Sunshine and Dr. Mallory cocked an eyebrow at Ginny.

“Who said anything about it being yours? Why would anyone think that you had worn and used an additional diaper from the single one we put on you earlier, which looked very different, and was merely an exceptional precaution for a supposedly otherwise continent patient?” Nurse Sunshine replied. “Unless of course, you’ve been wearing and wetting a lot more diapers than the single one we put on you.”

“No! I mean… uh… no, of course not…” Ginny stammered, blushing bright red. She suddenly felt like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Bad at hiding her crime. And somehow even worse at lying about it when questioned.

“I just thought you got it mixed up with the diaper you put me in for my exam, that’s all. Sorry,” Ginny stammered, half-managing to save face.

“So… you don’t know anything about this soggy diaper on the floor before me right now, then?” Nurse Sunshine asked, slightly nudging the stinky, urine soaked lump of padding with her foot.

Ginny shook her head no, her lips pursed shut.

“So how did it end up in the trashcan of our bathroom down the hall, then?” Nurse Sunshine pressed.

“How should I know?” Ginny nervously replied.

“How would you know? What a good question,” Nurse Sunshine replied. “Well, for one thing, we keep a pretty close eye on which of our patients wear diapers, for obvious reasons, given the condition we aim to treat. And it just so happens that none of the patients we know to wear diapers were in for any appointments this morning.

“Further, those patients that do wear diapers are highly aware of the fact that they are not to dispose of their dirty diapers in the clinic’s regular trashcans. Instead, they are to ask a staff member for assistance to dispose of dirty diapers in a proper clinic diaper pail, for obvious sanitary reasons. The rest of our patients don’t want to be subjected to the stench of dirty diapers while in our bathrooms.

“So, when our janitorial staff spotted this soiled diaper at the bottom of the can while taking out the bathroom trash earlier, they immediately alerted me, so we could let whoever was responsible know where dirty diapers belong in the future.

“But upon inspecting the state of the uniquely saturated disposable garment, and double-checking our charts to confirm we haven’t had any known diapered patients in to see us this morning, I immediately developed a suspicion that a certain unexpectedly accident-prone patient of ours might have been a lot less forthright about the actual state of her incontinence than she’s led us to believe,” Nurse Sunshine said. “Especially because I happened to know for a fact said patient made a trip to that very bathroom earlier today.”

Ginny’s cheeks were burning up. She was now truly hating herself for making the mistake of disposing of her wet diaper in the office’s bathroom trash, as her worst fears about doing it seemingly just came true.

“This is ridiculous. And crazy. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ginny bluffed, visibly flustered. “Besides, even if what you’re saying was true, why would it even matter, anyway?” she said with a forced, nervous laugh.

“Another good question! Why would it matter if the diaper was a patient’s? A patient, for example, like yourself?” Nurse Sunshine posed rhetorically, now dramatically pacing back and forth across the room as she spoke.

“Well, let’s say a patient had been egregiously lying about the state of their incontinence with us after receiving study-sponsored corrective incontinence surgery—to the point that they were basically outright concealing the fact that they were now so totally incontinent, they were actually relying on and soaking disposable adult diapers on a daily basis. There would be a few important implications, from the way I see it.

“First, it would mean they were intentionally and seriously misreporting their patient experience symptoms during their registered study follow-up assessments. A very serious transgression in and of itself, given their legal declaration to the truthfulness of their reports for the purpose of an FDA medical study.

“Now, I understand that you’ve confided in the doctor that you may have concealed a few small accidents from your reports over the past few weeks. And perhaps that’s something that could be looked past and forgiven. But there’s a world of difference between concealing a few small accidents, and engaging in the long-term deliberate concealment of severe, ongoing, diaper dependence. Such a serious and protracted scheme of deceit would likely meet the legal standards of outright criminal and civil fraud.

“Second, from what I understand, the Doctor just performed an additional, study-sponsored, pro-bono pelvic adjustment procedure, in light of what you claimed to be your only very moderate incontinence symptoms.

“If it turns out that those symptoms were intentionally and knowingly misreported, it would mean that you deliberately defrauded the medical study for what might have been an inappropriate or inapplicable additional medical treatment, potentially an even more serious offense.

“And thirdly, perhaps on a more personal note, but certainly one no less serious, is the scenario where a patient was to dishonestly represent their state of incontinence, and in the process knowingly put a clinic staff member, such as a nurse, in harm’s way by unnecessarily exposing them to a liquid biohazard.

“That is, if the patient intentionally failed to make the nurse aware that the patient required a diaper on during her pelvic and rectal exam, and as a predictable and preventable result of not wearing one, abruptly sprayed said nurse in the face with a heavy blast of the patient’s urine.

“If such an incident were to take place under the circumstances of intentional deception from the patient, as described, the patient might be in very, very serious trouble on that basis alone, for needlessly endangering medical staff,” Nurse Sunshine said.

Ginny quietly shuddered, goosebumps of fear running up and down her arms and legs at Nurse Sunshine’s every word. She felt a sudden sharp and uncomfortable stirring in her bowels, the aching heaviness returning from earlier that day, no doubt as a result of her suddenly pounding heart and racing nerves. Like she had just had a strong cup of coffee.

Every point Nurse Sunshine was making was as compelling as it was terrifying. And at the mention of her earlier wetting accident during her pelvic exam, Ginny couldn’t help but close her eyes in shame, reliving the moment of horror when she realized what she had done. And hearing Nurse Sunshine describe the humiliating accident as a willful act of negligence from Ginny, filled her with a whole new level of fresh shame over what was admittedly, in hindsight, recklessly immature behavior on Ginny’s behalf.

“So,” Nurse Sunshine continued, “those are a few of the reasons why I believe determining the individual responsible for wetting the balled up, soggy diaper on the floor before us, matters.

“And quite frankly, Little Miss Ginny MacIntosh,” Nurse Sunshine continued, suddenly turning and staring Ginny dead in the eyes, “I’m almost certain the soaking wet diaper is yours. That you soaked the diaper and changed out of it, just prior to your appointment this morning, because you have been maliciously deceiving clinic staff for months now regarding your true state of continence. And ultimately, your selfish, pathological deception as to your evidently severe diaper-dependence, amounts to a protracted, even dangerous, scheme of fraud against me, Dr. Mallory, our whole clinic’s staff, and even the entire national medical establishment for that matter.”

Ginny stared back, gobsmacked. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape, her cheeks bright red. She was speechless.

Somehow, she didn’t know what the worst part of Nurse Sunshine’s thorough and seemingly eviscerating indictment was:

The terrifying accusations of fraud that suggested potentially criminal consequences…

Or the unspeakably humiliating, yet utterly factual, accusation that Ginny truly was the pathetic, incontinent, diaper wetting loser baby she deep down always feared she was.

* * *

“But anyway, I hope that helps answer your question about the importance of my inquiry, dear,” Nurse Sunshine added, breaking the silence with a suddenly sarcastic cheery tone. She turned to Dr. Mallory. “Unless of course, you feel that I’ve missed anything, Doctor?”

Dr. Mallory was still quietly perched in the corner, her arms crossed, her face suggesting she was deep in thought, as if she was an impartial monarch patiently hearing out the cases before her presented by her most loyal subjects.

“Hmmm, no, I don’t think I have anything to add,” Dr. Mallory said slowly. “But Ginny, what do you have to say about all of this? Is any of what Nurse Sunshine is saying, true?”

Ginny broke into a hot sweat. It suddenly occurred to her that Dr. Mallory was her only hope.

Nurse Sunshine had it out for Ginny, big time, that much was clear. And truthfully, Nurse Sunshine was 100% accurate about the things Ginny had done. Even if Ginny was still stunned and baffled that, somehow, the seriousness of Ginny’s diaper-related infractions had seemingly risen to the level of international treason.

But Dr. Mallory had been kind and compassionate toward Ginny, at least for the most part. Definitely in comparison to Nurse Sunshine or any of the other staff of the clinic Ginny had met so far. Ginny knew her fate was now in Dr. Mallory’s hands.

“Dr. Mallory, please, I swear, I don’t know what she’s talking about!” Ginny pleaded. “She has it all wrong! I don’t wear diapers! I don’t need diapers! I’m not a baby who needs diapers! Please, you have to believe me, I’ll do anything. Just please let me put my clothes back on and go home, I don’t know anything about this, I swear!

Dr. Mallory stared back at Ginny’s teary eyes from across the room. Once again, her expression was stoic, as if she were staring deep into Ginny’s pleading gaze, carefully assessing her.

Finally, Dr. Mallory calmly nodded. She got to her feet, stood over the soggy diaper on the floor, then looked back at Ginny. “So, you promise this isn’t your diaper?” she asked Ginny.

“Yes, I swear,” Ginny frantically nodded. “I swear on my life. That’s not my diaper. I’ve never seen that thing in my life. You have to believe me, I’ll do anything.”

“Well, Nurse Sunshine,” Dr. Mallory said, looking back to her nurse. “The young girl swears it’s not hers. And you don’t have any hard evidence otherwise, despite your suspicions, reasonable as they may be. So frankly, I don’t think we have much choice but to take her at her word, drop this whole thing, and let her go home.”

Ginny nearly started to faint with relief. But just as Dr. Mallory started to walk back to her desk…

“Make her put it on,” Nurse Sunshine suddenly blurted.

Ginny and Dr. Mallory looked up.

“What’s that?” Dr. Mallory replied.

“Have her put the used diaper on,” Nurse Sunshine said, nudging the soggy diaper with her foot again. “If it doesn’t fit her, it will prove I was wrong, and we’ll never speak of this again.”

Ginny’s mouth was agape. She could barely believe what she was hearing.

“Hmmmm,” Dr. Mallory frowned, pursing her lips.

“Why not, Doctor?” Nurse Sunshine continued. “It will only take a moment, and it will settle this important matter for good.”

“That’s a reasonable point,” Dr. Mallory said. She then put on a fresh pair of latex gloves, approached the soggy diaper, and picked it up with both hands. She held the wet, dripping, crumpled and yellow garment up before them all and looked back at Ginny.

“Well, now that you mention the size, this diaper does look too big for our little girl, here, anyhow,” Dr. Mallory said.

Ginny suddenly secretly thanked her lucky stars that she happened to have been forced to buy her diapers a size larger lately, just for the added absorbency, even though the fit was slightly too big.

“Well then, let’s just quickly have the girl try it on then, just to be certain,” Nurse Sunshine urged. “She just said herself she’s willing to do anything to prove her case. This is the perfect solution, and it will only take a moment.”

“Hmmm, well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” Dr. Mallory said.

“Wh-wh-what?!” Ginny finally blurted out in shock. “You can’t be serious!”

“It’ll only take a moment hon. And Nurse Sunshine is right. It’ll allow us to put this whole thing to rest and move on,” Dr. Mallory replied calmly.

“But you want me to wear a gross, old, used, pee-filled diaper? That’s disgusting!” Ginny protested.

“I know, it doesn’t sound pleasant,” Dr. Mallory answered. “And we certainly wouldn’t recommend it under normal circumstances. But it’s hardly a health risk, if that’s what you’re concerned about. So long as the diaper only remains touching your lower body. After all, the diaper has only been in the trash for a few hours at most, and urine is mostly sterile, so long as you’re not ingesting any of it. It’s nowhere near the risk that Nurse Sunshine was exposed to when you peed in her face, earlier, for example.”

Ginny blushed bright red in embarrassment to have her humiliating accident brought up and shoved in her face again, while Nurse Sunshine shot her a subtle, vindictive look.

Silence fell over the room while Ginny stared into her lap, speechless.

After a moment, Dr. Mallory placed the heavy wet diaper down in a metal pan, then walked over and sat down next to Ginny on the exam table.

“Look, hon,” Dr. Mallory said to Ginny in a soft voice. “I know this isn’t ideal. But I really think, this is just the easiest way to just nip this whole situation in the bud.

“Otherwise, Nurse Sunshine might continue bringing this whole thing up again and again in the future. Digging deeper into patient records. Collecting patient witness testimonies. Questioning you again and again every time you come back in. I don’t want you to have to deal with that, and I know you don’t want to, either.

“Honestly, I think she just needs to see the evidence to know for sure your accident in her face earlier wasn’t the result of a malicious deception on your part. And then she’ll finally feel better about it, and drop this whole thing.

“So, it’s up to you. You can refuse to do this, and instead choose for us all to continue sitting here today arguing back and forth for who knows how long, getting nowhere. And then face potentially having to do that again and again every time you come in.

“Or you can just lay back for a moment and let me put this silly wet diaper on you. We can show Nurse Sunshine it doesn’t fit. Then I’ll take it off, wipe you up, and you can finally be on your way home. And we’ll all forget this ever happened,” Dr. Mallory finished with a warm smile.

Ginny looked up into Dr. Mallory’s unexpectedly soft, nurturing eyes. She suddenly felt a swell of enormous trust in her.

Ginny was genuinely mortified and disgusted at the notion of putting on the yucky, cold, pee-soaked diaper. Even though it was indeed hers from earlier that day.

But as disgusted as she was, she felt like Dr. Mallory made a case that was hard to argue with. Especially if putting on the gross diaper now made this whole thing go away (because she happened to wear a size too large), but not doing it would likely greatly increase her chances of eventually getting caught by Nurse Sunshine for her now long-ongoing repeated acts of dishonesty.

“But… but it’ll be so icky,” Ginny looked up and softly whimpered to the doctor.

“Don’t worry, hon. I’ll be right here to help you through it,” Dr. Mallory smiled, putting her arm over Ginny to comfort her.

“Okay… I’ll do it,” Ginny finally said with a reluctant nod.

Dr. Mallory smiled. “That’s a good girl,” she said, giving Ginny a light embrace with her one arm before jumping back up to her feet.

Ginny was left on the exam table, swirling with a strange mixture of unexpected reassurance and alarm. She prayed she had just made the right decision.

* * *

“Nurse Sunshine, can you go ahead and lay out a fresh changing pad beneath the patient before we get started? I’d be surprised if we didn’t have a little leakage with a diaper this mushy in the tushy,” Dr. Mallory said in a playful tone as she started gathering supplies.

“With pleasure, Doctor,” Nurse Sunshine replied, grabbing a baby-printed, absorbent, diaper changing pad, and walking over to Ginny.

Ginny suddenly winced from another sharp and painful cramp in her bowels, no doubt caused by her sudden spike of fear and anxiety while being approached by Nurse Sunshine while on the changing table again. She was already starting to regret agreeing to this.

“Lay back and butt up, hon. You should know the drill by now,” Nurse Sunshine ordered in a terse tone, laying out the changing pad beneath Ginny.

Dr. Mallory then walked over carrying the big, hulking, sopping and soggy wet diaper. She plopped it down on the end of the exam table with a loud squelch, then opened it.

Even with the diaper down at the other end of the table, Ginny was suddenly hit by the surprisingly powerful stench of her old pee, causing her to almost gag in disgust and embarrassment.

Then, to make matters worse, Nurse Sunshine swiftly yanked Ginny’s gown off her from behind, before she even knew what was happening, rendering Ginny naked on the changing table once again!

“Alright, hon, feet up, please,” Dr. Mallory instructed, the soggy diaper in her hands. “Go ahead and grab those ankles for me and keep those legs held up high, like the good little diaper change girl I know you are.”

Ginny blushed red in horror as she obediently laid back, lifted her feet up like a baby again, and felt Dr. Mallory pushing the heavy, soaking wet diaper under her bum.

Ginny just couldn’t believe this was happening. It was like she was receiving… a reverse diaper change! She was being put back into a soggy diaper after she had just been made continent again!

“Roll back and lift that butt a little more…” Dr. Mallory cooed, while Nurse Sunshine grabbed Ginny’s legs and pulled them up and back even more, like she were changing a toddler. “There you go, good girl! Now, butt down.”

Ginny gasped as she felt her naked butt land on the ice-cold, stinky pee of the soggy diaper now beneath her butt. And before she could pull away, the Doctor and nurse both grabbed each of her legs, pulling them straight down onto the table and diaper.

Then Dr. Mallory lifted the heavy, soggy, front of the diaper up between Ginny’s legs. Ginny let out an involuntary squeak of shock and disgust as she felt the cold, heavy, squishy diaper land on her groin.

And while Dr. Mallory worked on taping the diaper, Nurse Sunshine nonchalantly pressed her hand into the cold crotch of the soggy diaper, pressing it right up against Ginny’s pussy, causing her to let out an involuntary squeal and squirm of disgust. She also immediately felt the filthy sensation of the cool pee leaking and pooling under her bottom as well.

Ginny had soaked many diapers to the point of leaking in the past few months. But never, ever was she subjected to the uniquely humiliating, disgusting sensation of being put back in one of her previously soaked diapers after it had been given time to grow ice cold and extra-stinky at the bottom of a trash can! Let alone in front of an audience!

She suddenly couldn’t help but close her eyes, too unbearably humiliated to watch any longer. She hoped this whole mortifying ordeal would just be over soon.

She then felt Dr. Mallory’s fingers in the leg holes of her diaper.

“Hmmm… see?” Dr. Mallory said, probing and feeling with her fingers in Ginny’s wet mess. “I think this diaper is too big to be our little Ginny’s.”

Ginny let out a small sigh of relief. She hoped that meant this stupid thing was settled.

“Hmmm, I don’t know…” Nurse Sunshine said, pursing her lips as she methodically felt and squeezed Ginny’s diaper up and down.

Ginny suddenly felt like a helpless, humiliated little wet baby, trapped laying there in her stinky mess, while her two Mommy’s argued over the status of her diaper without her, like she was a pathetic toddler.

“Well, maybe you’re right. The leg holes are far too big,” Nurse Sunshine said after a moment.

Ginny sighed with relief.

“Except, hold on…” Nurse Sunshine added.

Ginny instantly tensed up again. And her stomach let out a loud, painful, nervous gurgle, which fortunately, the two women examining her didn’t seem to hear, or if they did, they at least didn’t comment on it.

“Doctor, look,” Nurse Sunshine said, pointing to the tapes of her diaper. “You can see exactly where the tapes were pulled off the first time. They left small tears in the plastic. And those spots line up exactly with the size of Ginny’s waist.”

“Hmmm, let me see here… Oh. Oh wow. You’re exactly right,” Dr. Malory said.

Ginny’s eyes shot open. She glanced downward and saw for herself it was true. They could tell the diaper was taped originally to fit exactly her waist. Her heart started pounding.

“I think that tells us this diaper was originally taped to fit her waist exactly,” Nurse Sunshine said. “That’s a much stronger indicator that she was the one wearing this diaper, than the leg holes.”

“No! No, it’s not true. There’s some sort of mistake!” Ginny suddenly lifted her head and shouted, beginning to panic.

“Shhhh, quiet dear, we’re still trying to have an important conversation right now, okay?” Dr. Mallory said, gently placing her hand on Ginny’s forehead and guiding it back down to the changing pad.

Ginny burned red in shocked humiliation, realizing she’d just been shushed like a naughty toddler.

Suddenly, Ginny heard a woman’s voice in the doorway. “Nurse Sunshine, I have great news! I was able to find her, after all!”

“Really? That’s perfect timing!” Nurse Sunshine said back.

Ginny tried to lift her head again to see who was in the doorway, or what they were talking about, but Dr. Mallory was standing in the way, and hardly seemed concerned with letting Ginny see. But Ginny was pretty sure she recognized the voice as Nurse Roberts, the other nurse who was cruel to her, earlier.

“Should I retrieve her now?” Nurse Roberts asked.

“Yes, please!” Nurse Sunshine said. Then she turned back to Dr. Mallory. “Doctor, I think you’ll see in a moment our work here is done. But if you wouldn’t mind getting the lights while I keep a handle on her for a moment…”

Ginny had no idea what on earth they were talking about. But as Dr. Mallory stepped away, Ginny suddenly got a very bad feeling in her stomach… Followed by another vulgar gggrooooooaaaan-gurgle-gurgle in her bowels that made her wince in discomfort.

Suddenly, she heard Nurse Sunshine’s soft voice in her ear. “Ginny? Would you mind doing me a little favor?”

“Huh? What?” Ginny asked, raising her head again.

“Shhhhhh, relax, everything’s okay. You can keep that head down and comfy on your changing pad,” Nurse Sunshine urged, gently pushing Ginny’s head back down.

“Um… okay,” Ginny nervously murmured, not having any idea what was going on. Suddenly, the lights in the room were being lowered as well.

“And now, do me a favor and take your hand,” Nurse Sunshine cooed, grabbing Ginny’s hand. “And move it right down here. Just place it right on top of your diaper. There you go, good girl.”

Ginny’s heart started beating faster as she placed her open hand on the cool crotch of her soggy diaper.

“Do you see that right there?” Nurse Sunshine asked, pointing to the front of Ginny’s diaper. “That’s the wetness indicator line. See how it’s all blue now? That means your diaper got really, really wet, huh. Well, can you do me a favor and rub that spot for me? I want to double check something.”

Ginny stayed motionless with her hand resting on her diaper, too puzzled and scared to move.

But Nurse Sunshine just smiled, placed her hand on top of Ginny’s, and started to move it for her, gently rubbing and squishing Ginny’s crotch.

Ginny’s eyes suddenly went wide and her face flushed bright red. “Oh… ohhhh…” she accidentally moaned as her body almost instantly reacted to the overpowering sensation of the ridiculously heavy, soggy, stinky padding suddenly mushing and squishing into her pussy.

Nurse Sunshine let out a small, menacing giggle. Then pushed Ginny’s hand in harder.

“There you go, my naughty little diaper wetter. My naughty diaper peepee baby,” Nurse Sunshine cooed.

Ginny stared up at Nurse Sunshine in a state of strange, paralyzed hypnosis. She didn’t know what was happening. It felt like she was suddenly powerless over her own body. Like her hand was suddenly developing a mind of its own, regardless of Nurse Sunshine, causing it to rub and smush her soggy diaper into her groin a little harder and a little faster, again and again.

Ginny started to pant. And Nurse Sunshine’s grin staring down at her began to grow bigger and bigger. Even… terrifying.

“What are… what are you doing?! What is this?” Ginny finally managed to gasp, her hand still rubbing.

“Oh, you think you’re so clever, don’t you? Pretending you’re not a naughty little lying diaper peepee baby. But guess what?” Nurse Sunshine hissed. “Nursie Sunshine knows alllll about how you just love to make naughty rubby-dubbies in your dirty, stinky diapees. Especially in front of an audience…”

* * *

Suddenly, the room’s lights flipped back on—

Ginny recoiled and used her free hand to shield her squinting eyes from the glaring fluorescent ceiling lights.

“Yep! That’s her,” an unfamiliar woman’s voice rang out. “She was touching herself exactly like that, in that exact diaper, right on the bathroom floor.”

Ginny writhed on the changing table, feeling like she’d just been violently woken from a strange dream. The exam room was a bleary, spinning mess as her eyes struggled to adjust to the light. And it took her several moments alone to finally look down and realize what she was still doing with her right hand… rubbing her crotch in her diaper.

Ginny yanked her hand away from her mushy diaper and looked up, the exam room finally coming back into focus.

And to her horror, she immediately recognized the face belonging to the unfamiliar voice. It was the elderly woman who had walked in on Ginny changing out of her diaper in the bathroom down the hall that very morning.

… well, changing her diaper, and apparently also… touching herself? How was that possible?

“Yep, I opened the door to the bathroom, looked down, and saw the poor thing right on the floor, laying in a huge puddle of her own smelly urine, her diaper leaked and saturated to heck… And most unsettling of all, she was furiously masturbating, just like that,” the elderly woman explained to Nurse Sunshine, Nurse Roberts, and Dr. Mallory, all of whom were standing over Ginny, staring down at her.

“Well, thank you so much for coming back in and helping us get to the bottom of this, Mrs. Peterson,” Nurse Sunshine said to the elderly woman. “You’ve seen quite enough more today than you ever wanted to, I’m sure, so we won’t take up anymore of your time. But I’m so glad someone in our staff happened to see you walking in on her from down the hall, and we thought to call you to get to the bottom of things.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away! I just felt bad for the poor girl, that’s all! She obviously needs serious toileting and mental help,” the woman said as Nurse Roberts started walking her out of the room.

“You’re absolutely right. And that’s why we wanted to be absolutely sure of all the facts of what was going on, so we could get her the help she needs,” Nurse Roberts replied as they left the room.

Ginny laid half-sitting up and frozen on the exam room table, still wearing her sopping wet diaper, looking up at Nurse Sunshine and Dr. Mallory in shock. True, genuine, shock.

There was a long silence.

Finally, Dr. Mallory let out a long sigh, walked over to shut the door to the room, then returned to stand over Ginny, Nurse Sunshine at her side.

“Well, what can I say, Ginny. You promised me,” Dr. Mallory said in a grave tone. “You promised me. And I believed you. I believed you because there was no concrete evidence, and I wanted to believe my patients wouldn’t lie to me. Well, now we all have concrete evidence and confirmed eyewitness testimony confirming that everything Nurse Sunshine suspected you of… is true. And you did lie. About everything and more.”

“Doctor…” Ginny just barely started to meekly protest, but Dr. Mallory just continued talking right over her.

“You’re a full-blown, unrepentant, hyper-relentless diaper wetter. You have been this whole time. That’s the fact I’m forced to face right now. That’s the only way to understand how you absolutely drenched that diaper you’re so comfortably wallowing in right now, earlier today. Before you of course had several more accidents throughout the day. Even one upon my staff, which could have been prevented, had she known the truth about what you really were.”

“But…” Ginny meekly failed to protest again.

“And the worst part is discovering that you are still a full-blown, unrepentant, hyper-relentless diaper wetter, even after receiving numerous surgeries, the best medical science has to offer, to unequivocally cure any possible physical causes of such behavior.

“But it appears you still continue to have effectively zero control over your potty-training, depending entirely on baby-like absorbency adult diapers to prevent your non-stop wetting. You’re as diaper-dependent as a toddler. No, an infant. And the most disturbing part of all, is all of that appears to only be the tip of the iceberg when it comes to how severe your diaper-problems are that you have been so egregiously lying to us about from day 1. Given the horrifically unsanitary compulsion we just witnessed you performing.”

“No… no, you have it all wrong. It’s not true! It’s just a big misunderstanding!” Ginny pleaded.

“How? How is this a misunderstanding? Name one thing I’ve just said that’s incorrect,” Dr. Mallory said.

“Because!” Ginny shouted, suddenly sitting up. “You fixed me! Remember? The adjustment you just performed? I’m cured now! I’m no longer incontinent! I no longer need diapers! Whether I did or not before, what does it matter? Because I don’t anymore! Really!”

Ginny suddenly jumped to her feet, her wet diaper sloshing and drooping between her legs. Ginny grabbed the tapes of the diaper on one side, just about to rip them loose.

“See!” she shouted. “I don’t even need this stupid diaper anymore! I’m not incontinent anymore! I… I…”

Suddenly, just as Ginny was about to yank her diaper off…

A waterfall began to flow out of Ginny’s diaper and down her legs.

A waterfall of pee.

She was peeing again. Involuntarily.

Except this time, she was wearing a diaper that was already full. Which meant she was pouring urine down her legs as severely as if she hadn’t been wearing any protection at all.

“No… no!” Ginny cried, grabbing and squeezing the cold soggy diaper against her crotch. “This can’t be happening! I’m not incontinent anymore! Dr. Mallory, you fixed me! You fixed me with the adjustment procedure!”

“What did we say?” Nurse Sunshine sharply butted in. “The additional procedure Dr. Mallory performed was under the pretense that you had a slight level of incontinence. Now that we know you’ve actually been totally, toddler-level, diaper-dependent the whole time…”

“The adjustment procedure I performed is certainly utterly useless against such a severe level of concealed protracted incontinence,” Dr. Mallory finished the thought.

Ginny’s eyes widened in horror and teared up as more and more of her piss began to dump out the leg bands of her diapers. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“No… no… please! I swear, you fixed me! You made me continent again! You made it so I didn’t have to wet my diaper anymore…”

Ginny trailed off as she watched through her tears as her waterfalls of piss helplessly poured down her legs into a puddle on the floor, forcing her to humiliatingly face the scent and sight of her woefully incorrect belief firsthand.

And that’s when suddenly things went from terrible… to somehow even worse…

The rumbling gut Ginny had been fighting with for hours now finally kicked into high gear.

It had started with a nervous stomach that morning. Was agitated with every rectal examination she suffered throughout that day on the exam table. And finally, the snacks Dr. Mallory had given Ginny after her procedure really kicked her bowels into gear in a way Ginny never would have expected. Particularly the dried fruit on her plate, which just so happened to be prunes.

It was no doubt Ginny’s anxious leap off the exam table and her frantic potty-pants dance before the doctor and nurse that were the final straw for her long-besieged bowels.

Ginny suddenly grimaced and involuntarily squatted.

And as she helplessly looked up at Nurse Sunshine and Dr. Mallory both staring down at her in overbearing judgement, disgust, and pitiful displeasure…

Flllllllrrrrtttttttt Flllllllrrrrtttttttt Flllllllrrrrtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttgrgrrbrbrgrgrg

She erupted with one of the heaviest and most painful dumps of her life.

The hot, thick mud poured into the back of her already saturated diaper like industrial sludge being dumped in a hurry.

Ginny squealed and twisted as her bowels punished her with a full and painful evacuation, right there before her captive audience.

She grunted and squealed and moaned, clutching her stomach and dancing on her feet, her lizard brain taking over and forcing her to empty her bowels utterly and completely again and again and again…

Until finally, the diaper Ginny had been wearing before that was stained bright yellow…

Was now just as equally colored brown.

* * *

Ginny heaved for breath, dripping with sweat as she kneeled before Nurse Sunshine and Dr. Mallory, her diaper now packed full of more hot poopy mess than she ever thought possible.

Finally, she summoned enough courage to raise her gaze. Tears were in her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t know what happened,” Ginny whimpered, quiet as a mouse. “I guess maybe, after all, the truth is I might actually still be…”

“A hopelessly diaper dependent, pathetic, poopy, stinky baby?” Dr. Mallory said, harshly finishing her sentence, while Nurse Sunshine plugged her nose and scowled from the poopy stench.

Ginny burst into tears, nodded her head in defeat. She reeked to high heaven of dirty and soggy diapers. The massive pile of disgusting poopy mush that was pressed deep into her ass crack was already starting to itch, in addition to making her feel absolutely filthy and stinking to the core. She felt just totally and utterly helpless. Like a complete and utterly helpless, poopy baby.

“I know, honey, I know. The good part is, with that puddle of your peepee on the floor, and the hulking brown poopy mess in your rear, at least we all finally know,” Dr. Mallory replied.

“Can I finally go home, then? I mean, once I get cleaned up?” Ginny pathetically, tearfully whimpered.

There was a long silence.

“No, Ginny. I’m sorry,” Dr. Mallory replied. “After everything we’ve learned today, in addition to what we just witnessed, for your own safety, we can’t let you leave here today without a much, much longer talk with you. And quite frankly, that’s the least of it. I’m concerned about allowing you to go unsupervised outside our clinic at all right now, given your apparently severe fecal incontinence, in addition to your urinary incontinence, either or both of which you might legitimately be in a psychosis-level state of denial about. I think it represents a much more severe degeneration than any of us realized, with potentially serious implications for your mental and physical health. But we’ll talk more about this shortly, once I’ve had a chance to consult with my fellow medical staff about what the best options for you and your safety are.”

Ginny burst into tears again. The doctor’s words felt confusing and terrifying. She barely understood what any of it meant, but it all sounded really bad. Yet she managed to eke out a submissive nod nonetheless. “Oh… okay,” she whimpered, feeling more utterly powerless before them than ever before, in her poopy, naked state.

Before she even had a chance to think of any follow-up questions, Dr. Mallory was already turned and out the door.

Then, Nurse Sunshine suddenly approached from behind Ginny with a pair of thick, baby-printed, plastic pants.

“Here, step into these,” Nurse Sunshine gruffly instructed, holding the legs of the baby-pants open.

Ginny meekly, wordlessly obeyed, stepping into the plastic pants, and letting the nurse pull them all the way up over her poopy diaper, snapping them over the top with the tight, thick elastic band. Somehow, the garish plastic baby pants managed to make Ginny feel even more like a humiliated, pathetic infant, which she didn’t think was possible, given the poopy state of her diaper.

“That should at least help contain the worst of your poopy mess for the time being. I wish I could say the same for the stench though,” Nurse Sunshine sardonically remarked. “Now, come take a seat,” she instructed, patting a small, plastic chair in the corner.

Ginny slowly trudged over and sat down on the low seat with a giant—Plop-Squelch!—from landing on her poopy mess. She shuddered in horror and disgust as she felt the massive warm and sticky poopy mess smear and mess into every crevice of her backside and groin.

“That’s a good little stinker,” Nurse Sunshine meanly smirked, giving Ginny a patronizing pat on the head. “Now, you just sit tight right here on that poopy diaper bottom. We’ll be back shortly to continue going over next steps with you, once we’ve come to a decision about what the most appropriate escalation scenario is for your care, now that we finally know the full truth about just what a naughty little diaper stinker you are.”

Ginny watched in wide-eyed silence as Nurse Sunshine also left the exam room, shutting the door behind her… and locking Ginny in the room from the outside.

Now, sitting alone in her poopy diaper, Ginny couldn’t help but burst into fresh hysterical sobs, the loudest and most raw tears yet. She buried her face in her hands, squished her bottom down into her poopy, padded butt, and wailed in self-pity at just what a pathetic, poopy, stinky, messy, soggy baby she was.

And yet, part way through her sobs of self-pity, the emotional weight of her tears shifted slightly. And they suddenly transformed from sobs of mere self-pity…

To sobs of unexpected, bittersweet relief.

Finally, the truth was out. The unbearable weight she had been carrying of hiding her shameful secret from the world, had just been broadcast to the last people on earth she wanted to know, in the most public and degrading way imaginable.

She was mortified. Humiliated. Ashamed beyond words.

And yet, she was also… finally free. In a certain way. Free to finally face the truth.

She was a pathetic, naughty, stinky, diaper-dependent baby. There was no longer any way to possibly deny it.

And right now, it seemed unlikely she would ever have to worry about even trying to deny it, ever again.

TO BE CONTINUED

IN PART XI