Ginny’s Incontinence Procedure — Part 9

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Ginny laid back on the exam table in her wet diaper, hopeful that Dr. Mallory might finally be able to find and fix whatever had caused Ginny’s worsening incontinence since her surgery.

But her smile faded when she looked down and remembered the stirrups at the end of the table. She instantly flashed back to her horrific ordeal earlier that day with her legs tightly strapped down and spread wide open during her repeated, humiliating, invasive exams by Nurse Sunshine. She found herself suddenly praying she wouldn’t have to use them again.

“Are you able to place your feet up here in these footrests, hon?” Dr. Mallory asked, pointing to the stirrups, as if on cue.

Ginny bit her lip. “Umm… actually… would it be possible for me to just keep them on the table, instead of using the stirrups? I found them a bit uncomfortable after having my feet in them for so long, earlier…” Ginny nervously asked.

Dr. Mallory looked down. There was a tense silence.

“I mean, never mind, I understand—“ Ginny started to backpedal on her request, but was cut off.

“Of course, hon it’s no problem. You can just place your feet flat on the table and lift your pelvis for me when needed,” Dr. Mallory said with a smile.

“Thank you so much, Doctor,” Ginny beamed with relief and gratitude.

Suddenly, Ginny felt like Dr. Mallory was an angel sent from heaven, compared to the comparatively cruel and authoritarian demeanor of Nurse Sunshine and the others in the clinic. She wished she had somehow only ever dealt with Dr. Mallory since day one. Then maybe she wouldn’t even be in her current embarrassing predicament!

“Now let’s get you changed out of that soggy diaper so I can take a closer look at what’s going on, huh? Go ahead and lift that butt up a little, and keep those hands nice and relaxed and out of the way, off to the side. There you go, just like that. That’s a good girl. Being such a good girl for doctor,” Dr. Mallory gently directed.

Ginny giggled and blushed. She knew it was a little silly for Dr. Mallory to dip into baby talk with her like that. And when Ginny felt Dr. Mallory untape her diaper and pull back the heavy, sodden, cool padding, revealing her pee-dampened naked crotch, Ginny couldn’t help but shudder in humiliation from the intense sudden sense of exposure.

But all the same, Ginny strangely felt an undeniable sense of appreciation and warmth toward Dr. Mallory, despite the infantilizing moments, in sharp contrast to how she felt with Nurse Sunshine and Nurse Roberts from before. Even while Ginny was forced to lay still on the table and submit to the doctor for what was an objectively humiliating, shameful act—getting her soggy diaper changed like she was a baby.

“Alrighty, let’s just pull this soggy thing away and… woah, that’s a heavy, stinky, diapee, huh!” Dr. Mallory joked as she pulled the sodden disposable diaper out from Ginny’s butt and rolled it up.

Ginny blushed profusely. She had changed far more than enough of her own saturated diapers to know it was true. Especially as she heard the doctor drop her sodden diaper in the nearby empty trashcan with a deafening Plop!.

“And now let’s just wipe up that sticky bottom real quick,” Dr. Mallory cooed, grabbing a handful of baby wipes.

Ginny couldn’t help but put her head back and close her eyes in pleasure as she felt the doctor start gently wiping down her legs, tummy, and thighs with the cool baby wipes.

Even more so as she felt the doctor seamlessly transition to thoroughly wiping down Ginny’s privates without so much as a word of warning.

Ginny began to subtly arch her back as she felt the doctor’s nimble fingers gently slide and rub the baby wipes over her labia, then up and down her butt crack.

She even accidentally let out an abrupt, soft moan of pleasure, causing her to instantly blush and cover her mouth with her hands.

But Dr. Mallory just giggled. “I bet that does feel nice, huh? Nobody likes to be stuck in a soggy diaper, sitting in all that yucky peepee. It always feels good to get a diaper change and get nice and clean after having a soggy bottom, doesn’t it?”

“Yesh,” Ginny nodded with red cheeks and an accidental babyish lisp.

And as she put her head gently back and re-closed her eyes, the smallest part of Ginny was forced to admit an uncomfortable truth…

Getting her diaper changed like a baby did feel really good. Maybe it was even a lot better than doing it herself…

* * *

When Dr. Mallory was finished tenderly wiping down every square inch of Ginny’s bottom, she snapped on a fresh pair of latex gloves and prepared to begin the exam.

“Alright, hon, I’m gonna spend some time taking a closer look at everything down here, so you might want to put your head back and focus on just staying relaxed. But feel free to let me know if anything’s uncomfortable, okay?” Dr. Mallory said.

“Okay,” Ginny nervously answered, putting her head back and closing her eyes to do her best at exactly that.

Of course, laying on the exam table to get her genitals get poked and prodded again immediately racked Ginny with terrifying flashbacks of her harsh, humiliating, and uncomfortable pelvic and rectum exam experience earlier with Nurse Sunshine. Even without her feet bound and elevated in the stirrups.

But to Ginny’s surprise, as soon as she adjusted to the initial shock of Dr. Mallory’s ice cold finger tips suddenly pressed against her sensitive privates, Dr. Mallory’s method of exam revealed itself to be unexpectedly delicate and gentle on Ginny’s sore and worn-out orifices. Even downright pleasant.

As Ginny continued relaxing with her eyes closed, breathing deeper and deeper, she soon found herself hardly noticing what Dr. Mallory was doing to her below her waist with her fingers or seemingly the odd tool or two.

But then, Ginny soon began to feel subtle, unexpected pulses of not unpleasant tingling sensations, like a slight tickling, deep in her groin.

She tried to ignore it at first. As the tingling grew, she had to suppress her sudden involuntary smiles… even faint giggles… from the strange ticklish sensation.

But the tingling only grew more and more intense, making it ever harder for her to ignore. Soon, her legs were twitching on the exam table, and her lips were desperately trying to repress a reflexive burst of laughter.

Finally, Ginny accidentally spasmed, her whole body jerking on the table as she loudly squeaked with an escaped burst of laughter.

“Are you okay, dear?” Dr. Mallory asked, suddenly pulling her head up from between Ginny’s legs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry,” Ginny said, catching her breath. “It’s just, whatever you’re doing feels a little funny, that’s all.”

“I understand. Well, no worries, I’m almost finished with my exam down here, so please just do continue focusing on relaxing the best you can,” Dr. Mallory instructed.

Ginny nodded, closed her eyes again. But now, the more Ginny tried to relax, the more intense the tickling grew. She was now focused entirely on not spasming again and interrupting the doctor while she felt the tingling sensations going up and down her spine again and again and again.

And the worst part was, the tingling was transforming more and more from pleasure to discomfort, as the pulsing sensations began to seemingly gather more and more around her bladder.

And that’s when Ginny realized, to her horror…

She once again needed to pee.

Not again, Ginny gritted her teeth in dread. She couldn’t believe she would have to go pee again so soon, after just soaking that diaper! Let alone during another pelvic exam! This one by the doctor herself!

Ginny knew it must just be her imagination. Her anxiety playing tricks on her after her last accident…

But as the tickles continued building and building, starting in her groin, going up her spine, then out to her body, and ending up in her now inexplicably aching bladder…

With every visceral tingle, every suppressed spasm, every involuntary, hushed giggle, she felt the all too familiar pressure in her bladder get worse… and worse… and worse…

Suddenly, she was balling her fists, gritting her teeth, and practically squirming head to toe, feeling like she might lose control of her bladder again any second!

This was a nightmare! She couldn’t imagine peeing on another member of the staff! Surely, the doctor would find such an act far less forgivable the second time it happened in the same day, this time on her, instead of her nurse!

Finally, just when Ginny was certain she could feel her bladder about to totally let loose once again, she opened her mouth, just about to shout and warn the doctor, when suddenly—

The urgency evaporated.

Dr. Mallory suddenly raised her head up from between Ginny’s legs, and Ginny’s need to pee inexplicably vanished the second she did.

“Phew! All finished taking a look,” Dr. Mallory said, wiping the sweat from her brow. “And guess, what, hon? I’ve got good news. I think I may have found the issue that was causing your continued incontinence episodes this long after the procedure.”

“Really? What is it?” Ginny asked, sitting up in unexpected excitement. Suddenly, the frantic sense of bladder urgency she felt before, which now was totally gone, totally left her mind.

“Oh, it’s nothing major. But the point is, if the issue is what I think it is, I can actually take care of it right here and now with the tools I have available in this room. You don’t even have to get up from the exam table. Just so long as we get started on it right this moment, since my day is already running much longer than expected,” Dr. Mallory said. “Is that something you would like to do, Ginny?”

Ginny’s eyes widened in awe. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. It sounded like the doctor had finally found out what was wrong and could fix it! Ginny was finally going to become continent again! And it looked like it was about to happen before she even left her appointment that day!

“Ginny?” Dr. Mallory repeated, snapping Ginny out of her momentary daze of excitement. “Do you consent to the additional treatment or not? Like I said, we need to start this urethral readjustment procedure right now if you wish to proceed. It’s not a major procedure, but it does take a fair bit of time to perform. And if we don’t do it today, my schedule may not be open again for a few months or so.”

“Yes!” Ginny shouted, eagerly nodding her head. “Yes, please, Doctor, yes!”

“Very good,” Dr. Mallory said, changing her gloves and washing her hands. “Now, before we get started…”

Dr. Mallory walked to a medicine cabinet across the room, poured two pills into her hand, retrieved a clipboard from the counter, grabbed a cup of water, then returned to Ginny.

“Go ahead and sign here, then take both of these,” Dr. Mallory said, holding the pills and clipboard out.

“What… are they?” Ginny nervously asked, looking down at the pills. Despite her excitement, she couldn’t help but feel reflexively trepidatious.

“Go ahead and sign this first, hon,” Dr. Mallory said, nodding to the clipboard.

Ginny absentmindedly scribbled her signature, distracted by the pills.

“And now swallow both of these,” Dr. Mallory said, pushing the pills into Ginny’s hands.

“Oh, but um… what are they? These pills?” Ginny asked again.

“Oh, right, I’m sorry,” Dr. Mallory said. “I’m just trying to get us going so we can get this adjustment procedure done today, like you wish, which we can’t do unless we start right now. But anyway, those are just to help keep you relaxed down below while I’m working. You were starting to clench up before, that’s all. Now, I appreciate your curiosity, but we do need you to swallow those and get settled laying back on the table if we want to get this done today, dear. Like I said, if we don’t, it might be a while until I can fit you in again.”

“Yeah, sorry, of course,” Ginny said, unenthusiastically downing the two pills while Dr. Mallory carefully watched.

“That’s a good girl. I was worried there for a moment you were going to tell me you needed them mashed up in apple sauce, because you didn’t know how to swallow big girl medicine yet,” Dr. Mallory gently teased with a smile.

Ginny blushed from the infantilizing teasing, but dutifully laid back down on the exam table.

She watched Dr. Mallory retrieve a heavy tray of various large, metallic gynecological tools, none of which Ginny recognized on first glance, and all of which she immediately regretted seeing.

“I promise, we’ll be done before you know it, so long as you just stay focused on staying relaxed for me,” Dr. Mallory said as she pulled her surgical mask up.

Ginny was suddenly a lot more anxious about this additional procedure than she was just a few short minutes ago.

But she supposed it didn’t matter. The bottom line was, finally, at long last, she was about to actually become continent again! She was finally going to be escaping the humiliation of diaper-dependence! She was finally going to be freed of feeling like a stupid, unpotty-trained baby! And anything was worth that.

Ginny tried to stay focused on how excited she was to finally be a big girl again soon, as she took deep breaths, closed her eyes, and opened her legs up for Dr. Mallory once again.

* * *

It was hardly a few minutes after Dr. Mallory commenced the new procedure between Ginny’s legs, when the torturous tickling from before returned at full force.

The strange tingling once again ignited in Ginny’s groin, and spread like wildfire throughout her body, crawling up and down her spine, out to her fingertips, down to her toes, and up to the tippy-top of her head.

She frantically wiggled her toes, wriggled her bottom, made fists of her hands and squeezed the bench, trying not to flail.

But she barely made it thirty more seconds before she succumbed to a powerful full-body shiver, that suddenly sent both her legs kicking hard in yet another involuntary spasm, and caused her pelvis to violently jerk.

“Woah!” Dr. Mallory said, suddenly raising her head from Ginny’s crotch, tools in hand. “What’s going on, hon? I can’t have you moving like that while I’m working. It’s dangerous.”

“I’m—I’m—I’m sorry,” Ginny shivered, grateful for the momentary break from the intense tingling sensation. “Whatever you’re doing… it tickles! A lot!”

“Hmmm,” Dr. Mallory paused. “I know, hon. I’m sorry. But that’s why I mentioned before how important it is that you stay relaxed. I’ve already gotten started on this procedure, we just can’t safely take a break or stop now. Do you think you can relax enough to keep from kicking your legs like that again? Because it’s really not safe.”

“I’ll try,” Ginny said half-heartedly, already feeling embattled and unexpectedly pushed to her limit.

Dr. Mallory gave a cautious nod, then slowly leaned back down to resume the procedure, the specifics of which were as mysterious to Ginny as ever.

It only took seconds for the lightning bolts of electric tingling to once again explode from deep in Ginny’s crotch and spread to every corner of her body.

Ginny was suddenly gnawing on her lips, digging her nails into the exam table, and tensing every muscle in her body with all her might.

But she still couldn’t make it more than another minute before her legs violently kicked, causing her pelvis to violently jerk again while Dr. Mallory was elbow-deep, trying to perform what was presumably delicate work.

Dr. Mallory suddenly put down her tools and quietly rose to her feet.

“I’m sorry!” Ginny gasped as she watched Dr. Mallory get up in alarm. “I can’t help it.”

But Dr. Mallory just continued to walk across the room, then return a moment later with something in her hands from the cabinet. “I know, dear, I know. This is why we have the stirrups and straps in the first place.”

Ginny’s eyes widened in horror as she watched Dr. Mallory suddenly lifting her feet back up and into the stirrups that Ginny so badly sought to avoid. Then she quickly began strapping her legs and feet down again with the restraints before Ginny even had a chance to protest.

Ginny was still too out of breath from the relentless tickling to mount much of a protest, anyway. And part of her did understand why the doctor was doing it.

But she was nevertheless mortified to realize once again that her legs were restrained high up in the air, like she was a baby on the diaper changing table, and spread out wide, regardless of her comfort.

With her legs and waist now safely strapped down, Dr. Mallory quickly got back to work.

The electric tingling suddenly erupted in her pelvis fiercer than ever.

And Ginny suddenly felt like she was being tortured. Tickle-tortured.

With her legs and waist secure, Ginny was free to kick and flail as hard as she wanted without interfering with Dr. Mallory’s work in her pelvis.

And Ginny did, immediately succumbing to the extreme burst of tickles and tingles in her groin with a scream of maniacal, agonizing laughter.

“Stop! Stop, please!” Ginny screamed through her uncontrollable hysterics, sounding just like a toddler facing off with the tickle monster before bed.

“Just try to relax, dear. Just try to relax. I promise it’ll all be over soon,” Dr. Mallory calmly replied, her eyes glued down to her work in Ginny’s crotch.

Ginny felt like she was going mad as her body writhed with full-body spasm after full-body spasm. She had no idea the mechanism of the insane stimulation in her pelvis. She genuinely didn’t even know if the doctor was in her vagina or her ass. It felt like both at the same time! And she was far too terrified to raise her head high enough to look with her own eyes.

But whatever was happening, it felt like it was zapping her whole body with tingling pleasure overload, causing her to scream and wail. She didn’t know how much more she could take!

Minute after minute continued of the non-stop, hyper-stimulation. Ginny thought she was truly on the brink of madness. Hyper-tickling induced insanity.

But then finally, her body experienced a blessed moment of sensory equalization. Likely out of sheer self-preservation.

Suddenly, the hyper-tickling dulled just enough for Ginny to catch her breath.

She could still feel the spasming tingles shooting out from her groin, up her spine, and into every corner of her body, making her wiggle and moan and writhe…

But she could at least manage to breathe now.

Ginny took deep breaths, desperately trying to regain control. To her immense relief, it seemed like she just barely was getting a handle again! It seemed her body was just barely beginning to acclimate to the unending full-body ticklish onslaught.

That is, until her attention turned back to what was on her mind during the previous ticklish onslaught, during Dr. Mallory’s initial examination…

Her bladder.

Once again, Ginny desperately felt the urge to pee.

The tickling that had so mightily rocked her body with tingling vibrations was now once again seemingly concentrating almost entirely on her bladder. It was like a powerful and strange trembling that made it feel like her bladder was almost being inflated.

Ginny gasped, suddenly feeling like she had to piss worse than she’d ever had to piss in her life.

Now she remembered how badly she had to pee before, during the initial exam. She suddenly hated herself for not asking to use the bathroom before they began this procedure.

Because now, it felt like every fiber of her being was now painfully concentrated on not letting her bladder explode in yet another humiliating accident. Especially because this one would be in Dr. Mallory’s face.

Once again, Ginny began to imagine the consequences of such an accident in terror.

Even if Dr. Mallory seemed like a saint compared to Nurse Sunshine, if Nurse Sunshine’s reaction to her accident was any indication at all, Dr. Mallory would still be furious. Which was a chilling thought, given that Dr. Mallory was currently performing the only procedure Ginny could possibly imagine was still capable of curing her incontinence.

If Ginny inexcusably pissed on her face mid-procedure, would Dr. Mallory even bother finishing the current procedure today? Would she ever want to do it?

After all, Ginny had assured Dr. Mallory that her accidents were rare. And she already had one today, and just soaked a full adult diaper. How could she possibly explain another accident, in another staff member’s face, besides as some sort of act of direct malice?

As Ginny began to panic about the consequences of losing control of her bladder, the pressure in her bladder seemed to only be growing exponentially.

Ginny was pouring sweat. Writhing and yanking at her restraints. Stifling her pained moans as she tried her absolute hardest to kegel and keep her bladder sealed.

She knew she couldn’t ask to use the bathroom. Dr. Mallory seemed highly stressed about the momentary breaks they’d already taken. And what excuse did Ginny have to not bring up her need to pee again before the procedure started? Besides, of course, her own childish failures at potty-training…

But she didn’t know how much more pressure she could take! It felt like a waterfall was pouring into her bladder. Filling it bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger…

She felt like her bladder was literally about to burst at the seams. She suddenly wanted nothing more on planet earth than to just freely spray her hot piss. It suddenly felt like the most excruciating, critical demand of her entire life. She suddenly felt like she would have traded anything in the world for the privilege.

Then she suddenly realized, to her horror… she could feel it happening! The hot, wet release was about to happen! There was no force on earth that could stop it!

It was coming! Coming! Coming!

She was coming!!

Ginny threw her head back and shrieked like a banshee!

Every fiber of her being exploded with spasm after spasm—

Every bit of tingling charge her body had been given suddenly tensed up and ignited—

The tension exploded and poured through her body, pouring out of her like a river, and cascading in a vortex of unimaginable pleasure. Erupting deep in the core of her groin, pelvis, being, and radiating back out again and again while she wailed and moaned and flailed in ecstasy against the iron-grip of her medical restraints until finally—

She collapsed back on the padded exam table in darkness.

The unbearable pressure in her bladder finally relieved at last…

* * *

“Wakey, wakey, Ginny-pie,” Ginny heard a woman’s voice say.

Ginny groggily opened her eyes.

Once again, she was waking up naked on the exam table.

Once again, there was a staff member standing over her.

And once again, she was blinded by the doctor’s office fluorescent lights.

But reaching down to her crotch, she realized that, unlike last time she woke up on the exam table… she wasn’t wearing a diaper.

And when she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she saw that it was Dr. Mallory standing over her, smiling softly. Not one of the mean nurses, which Ginny was immediately grateful for.

Ginny slowly sat up, and realized she’d been unstrapped from the table’s stirrups, which she also felt grateful for.

And then, best of all, Ginny looked down to see Dr. Mallory handing her a small colorful plastic plate with crackers, cheese, dried fruit and a juice box!

“Here you go, hon. A little snack to get your blood sugar back up. You must be hungry after all that,” Dr. Mallory said, rubbing Ginny’s shoulder.

Ginny’s eyes lit up with excitement. She was indeed famished!

“Wow, fank you, Dr. Marrorry,” Ginny said with her full mouth as she began ravenously devouring the plate of snacks.

“Of course, hon,” Dr. Mallory smiled. She then brought Ginny a fresh pediatric hospital gown and helped her put it on. This gown was covered with colorful dinosaurs, but Ginny was too grateful to no longer be nude, than to care about the childish design anymore.

“Anyway, you deserve the treat after being such a good girl for such a long appointment today,” Dr. Mallory continued. “First, your exam with my nurse, then your exam with me, and finally your adjustment procedure. I’m very proud of you for being so cooperative.”

Dr. Mallory’s words hung in the air while Ginny continued scarfing down her plate of food. But after a moment, when Ginny stopped eating for a second to catch her breath, Dr. Mallory’s words caused the full weight of the day’s events to come rushing back to Ginny. All the way up to the moment she seemingly passed out again during the procedure just now.

The humiliating exam with Nurse Sunshine… The involuntary diapering… the exam with Dr. Mallory… the strange tingling… the procedure… the torturous full-body tickle torment… and then Ginny’s desperately painful need to pee, building and building closer and closer to an accident until finally…

Ginny put her plate down and turned ghost white.

She suddenly turned and carefully looked around her on the exam table and tile floor. Then she slipped her hand under her gown to feel her thighs and crotch, looking for any signs to confirm her worst fears…

“Is something wrong?” Dr. Mallory asked, looking up from across the room.

“Oh, umm, well…” Ginny stammered, blushing red.

“What’s that?” Dr. Mallory said, walking over.

“Umm, well, I guess I’m just trying to… you know…. figure out…” Ginny trailed off again.

“Figure out what, hon? Use your big girl words and big girl voice. I can’t help you if I don’t understand what you’re asking,” Dr. Mallory said, making Ginny blush even redder. “Ginny? What is it?”

“I’m trying to figure out if I went peepee on you!” Ginny blurted, her face bright red. “I mean… did I have another peepee accident while you were doing my procedure just now?”

The room went quiet. Dr. Mallory’s face went flat. Ginny glanced up at her, then stared back down in her lap, shaking with nerves.

“You mean… you don’t remember?” Dr. Mallory finally asked. “You don’t remember what happened?”

Ginny grimaced, buried her face in her hands. It was exactly the answer she was fearing. She knew she had had an accident. She remembered it so vividly, right before she passed out. Oh god, how… how did she let that happen…

“Ginny?” Dr. Mallory asked after a moment.

“I’m sorry!” Ginny blurted, her voice cracking. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to! I swear, it wasn’t on purpose! I guess maybe I just fell asleep, and maybe I was nervous, and maybe, and maybe—”

“Ginny! Ginny!” Dr. Mallory said, cutting her off and kneeling down to look her in the eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Ginny looked up with teary eyes. “Didn’t you just say I had a peepee accident on you?”

Dr. Mallory stared at Ginny for a moment…

Then she sighed…

Then she started laughing. “I said no such thing. What are you talking about? I was just surprised you didn’t remember yourself if you had an accident on me. But no, hon, you didn’t pee on me or anything like that. The procedure went perfectly fine.”

Ginny lifted her gaze, totally stunned.

“Really?” Ginny asked. “I mean, I’m sorry, I guess I just, I don’t know. Wanted to make sure,” Ginny said, starting to laugh a little too, drying her tears with relief, despite still feeling very embarrassed.

“Of course, hon, of course. No problem,” Dr. Mallory said, patting her on the shoulder. “I appreciate you double checking. Now, why don’t you finish up your snack while I finish up your paperwork here, so we can finally send you home. I’ll page Nurse Sunshine to bring your clothes in now, as well.”

Ginny felt like she might faint with relief. She was so sure she was about to have an accident right before she passed out.

But now, calming down, getting food in her—and realizing that she was finally about to go home!—Ginny’s spirits finally started to take a much needed turn for the better.

And then, as she finished her food… it finally dawned on her.

She didn’t have an accident.

She was certain she was going to. She felt like she had to pee worse than anytime before in her life. And yet… she didn’t. Which only meant one thing…

Ginny’s eyes lit up.

The procedure worked! Ginny was finally cured! Whatever the doctor did, she finally fixed it! Her incontinence was finally cured!

Ginny suddenly wanted to leap from the exam table and shout to the heavens with joy! She wanted to do cartwheels down the hallway and sing to all the other patients that she was finally diaper-free! She wanted to jump into Dr. Mallory’s arms and squeeze her and kiss her and thank her from the bottom of her heart till her voice went hoarse!

After all, Dr. Mallory had done it! She’d finally done it! She’d finally cured Ginny’s incontinence!

Of course, Ginny restrained herself from actually doing any of those things. Instead, she remained seated on the exam table, merely quietly beaming to herself as she finished drinking her juice.

After all, she knew she was still at least somewhat beholden to her story to Dr. Mallory, that her remaining incontinence had only been very minor. And shouting to the heavens with gratitude might indicate more had been fixed than Ginny let on.

But inside, Ginny was practically glowing. For the first time in a long time, she felt genuinely optimistic.

She was finally better. She could finally control when she went peepee. She was no longer going to be dependent on diapers like a pathetic, helpless baby!

She suddenly felt like her whole life was ahead of her.

And nothing, no matter what, could possibly go wrong.

Nothing could go wrong. Nothing at all, Ginny quietly repeated to herself again and again.

And that wonderful feeling for Ginny lasted an impressive six and a half minutes.

Because that’s when the door to the exam room suddenly flew open, and unfortunately, Ginny quickly discovered just how wrong she was…

* * *

“Dr. Mallory,” Nurse Sunshine said, suddenly marching through the door. “I’ve brought patient Ginny’s personal items, as requested.”

Ginny couldn’t help but suddenly feel on edge as she watched Nurse Sunshine barge in and drop her backpack and clothes on a chair across the room. Even from afar, Ginny couldn’t help but shrink in her seat upon seeing the nurse, her bad memories of her still fresh in her mind.

“Thank you, Nurse Sunshine,” Dr. Mallory replied. “Right on time. I was just about to let Ginny get changed and go.”

“Before you do, Doctor, I think there’s something important we need to discuss with her, first,” Nurse Sunshine said. “Or at the very least, require she answer a few questions.”

Ginny suddenly felt a chill of dismay. What was this awful woman talking about now?

“Oh? Questions about what?” Dr. Mallory asked.

“About this…” Nurse Sunshine said.

Suddenly, the room watched as Nurse Sunshine turned around and produced something from out of a plastic bag, then held it up for all to see…

And to Ginny’s absolute horror…

It was a heavily used, soaking wet, balled-up, yellow-stained, disposable adult diaper.

Then suddenly… Splat! Nurse Sunshine dropped it right on the floor between the three of them.

Ginny stared down at the used diaper in abject horror. Her heart was racing. Her hands trembling.

“We should ask her, because I have a feeling she knows exactly what it is,” Nurse Sunshine said.

Ginny felt her whole body go numb. She felt like she was going to be sick.

Because Nurse Sunshine was absolutely right. Ginny knew all about that diaper.

It was her diaper. The one she soaked to the brim, before hastily disposing of it in the clinic’s bathroom trash can, just a few short hours ago.

Ginny met Nurse Sunshine’s gaze. The woman was staring daggers at her. Ginny suddenly wanted to cry.

Now the only question left on Ginny’s mind was…

Just how much was she about to suffer for her stupid, stupid dirty-diaper-disposal mistake?

TO BE CONTINUED

IN PART X