Ginny’s Incontinence Procedure — Part 8

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Ginny recognized the other nurse the moment she walked through the door wheeling a cart full of adult diapers and changing supplies.

It was the same nurse that had cut in front of Ginny for the bathroom earlier, so her pediatric patient could use it first. And the same nurse who snarled at Ginny on the way out of the bathroom, loudly blaming Ginny for her patient not making it to the potty on time.

“Thank you for getting over here so quick, Nurse Roberts!” Nurse Sunshine said to the woman rolling the diaper cart in.

“No problem! I figured I’d just roll the whole cart over, so we have everything we need, just in case. It’s a big enough pain dealing with an unexpected nappy-wetter, without running back and forth across the clinic. Especially one her age,” Nurse Roberts said, glancing in Ginny’s direction.

Ginny remained silently tethered to the exam table in the corner. She was close enough to hear the two nurse’s conversation, but was clearly not an invited participant.

“So, what happened? She just sprung a leak right in the middle of her pelvic?” Nurse Roberts asked.

“Yep! I’ve got the yellow stains on my scrubs to prove it,” Nurse Sunshine replied.

Ginny cringed in embarrassment from across the room as she saw Nurse Sunshine show off the distinct yellow splash on her clothes that her rubber apron didn’t cover.

“Yuck. So what’s her deal, then? Developmental disability? Doesn’t know the rules about not going peepee on others, yet?” Nurse Roberts asked.

“Nope! No documented mental disabilities to speak of. She claims it was just a total, out-of-the-blue, genuinely spontaneous accident,” Nurse Sunshine replied.

“You’re kidding. Isn’t this a three-month post-surgical follow up? How could she still be having any episodes of urinary incontinence? Let alone one that hits the walls and stains your coat,” Nurse Roberts said.

“I asked myself the same thing. Especially since she’s been accident-free for weeks now. That is, right up until my face was near her crotch,” Nurse Sunshine said.

Ginny felt like she was dying, forced to just silently listen to the two nurses talking about her in such a blunt and embarrassing way. Like she wasn’t even there. Or worse… like she was just a toddler.

“But hey,” Nurse Sunshine continued. “The patient says they’re incontinent. We treat them like they’re incontinent. Whether they like it or not,” Nurse Sunshine said, holding up one of the more babyish, embarrassing looking printed adult diapers in the pile and laughing.

The two nurses continued laughing together as they rolled the cart of diaper supplies toward Ginny.

Nurse Roberts then approached Ginny and paused, staring down at Ginny’s face while Ginny remained helplessly strapped down to the exam table.

“Oh right, now I remember this one from earlier,” Nurse Roberts said to Nurse Sunshine. “She’s the overgrown brat who didn’t let my five-year-old patient get to the potty on time, setting back almost a full year of our potty-training progress with him.

“Well, I guess this picture is starting to come together, after all, then,” Nurse Roberts continued. “I should hardly be surprised she’s now getting put back in diapers like a stupid baby. Given the extremely stupid, selfish, babyish behavior I already watched her partake in earlier today.”

“Hey! You can’t talk about me like that!” Ginny shouted, finally lashing out to defend herself.

The room went quiet.

Both nurses stopped and stared down at Ginny, their eyes wide.

Ginny stared back, her hands trembling with adrenaline, her face bright red in humiliation and anger.

There was a long, pregnant pause.

Until finally…

Both nurses exploded with laughter.

“Aw, looks like we made the baby cranky. What’s the matter, little baby? Did we hurt your feelings? Should nursie get you a bottle?” Nurse Roberts proudly taunted, making Nurse Sunshine laugh even harder. “I get bottles for two-year-old babies all day long in the pediatric room down the hall. I guess it’s only fair that you’d get cranky and jealous as an eighteen-year-old baby.”

Ginny was mortified. And totally speechless. It felt like she couldn’t stop her face from flushing brighter and brighter red by the second.

All Ginny managed to squeak out in a pathetic show of defiance was, “I’m… I’m not a baby!”

Both nurses just laughed harder.

“Well, that’s funny, dear. Because we’re certainly about to put you in a diaper right now like you are,” Nurse Sunshine smirked.

Ginny watched Nurse Roberts grab a fresh, puffy diaper from the cart and walk around to approach Ginny’s naked, defenseless crotch, still helplessly exposed between her strapped down and spread open legs.

“First thing’s first for a diaper change,” Nurse Roberts said, tucking the diaper under her arm. “Let’s get the baby’s wet onesie off, huh?”

Ginny watched as Nurse Roberts momentarily loosened each strap around Ginny’s legs to tug her teddy-bear hospital gown free. Then she felt Nurse Sunshine direct her to sit up enough so she could untie the back of her gown.

Suddenly… Whoosh. Nurse Roberts yanked Ginny’s slightly dampened hospital gown off her in one fell swoop, balled it up, and tossed it in the dirty laundry bin nearby.

“Hey!” Ginny squealed, hugging her chest to hide her nipples. She realized she was suddenly totally buck naked!

As much as she lamented not being able to see her crotch due to her hospital gown before, she suddenly felt ten times more vulnerable being strapped down and totally naked before these two women.

“Relax, honey. You’ll have something on you in just a minute. A thick, babyish, adult diaper. Just what an incontinent girl your age needs,” Nurse Roberts smiled, methodically unfolding and puffing out the thick, crinkly garment.

As Ginny watched Nurse Roberts start to place the massive, crinkly diaper under her legs, she was suddenly struck by a surge of panic unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

“Wait, don’t!” Ginny suddenly shrieked. “Don’t put me in a diaper! Please! I don’t need it!”

Nurse Roberts tilted her head. “We don’t really have a choice, dear. You’re the one who said yourself you were suddenly incontinent a few minutes ago, remember? So we’re putting this diaper on you, whether you like it or not. Now, butt up,” she commanded.

But Ginny refused, instead keeping her butt down on the bench and throwing her hands down to cover her crotch. “No, wait! You can’t! You can’t make me wear a diaper! I’m not a baby!”

“Well, you’re certainly acting like one,” Nurse Roberts scolded. “Nurse Sunshine?”

“Already on it,” Nurse Sunshine said.

Suddenly, Ginny felt her right hand yanked back, slipped into a fabric cuff, then secured to the exam table. And while Ginny was still trying to figure out what just happened, Nurse Sunshine had already grabbed her other hand to do the same.

Then, as Ginny yanked against her new hand restraints in horror, Nurse Sunshine and Nurse Roberts effortlessly lifted her butt up so Nurse Roberts could slide the diaper underneath her bottom.

“Please, stop! You can’t! You can’t do this to me! I’m an adult! Let me go!! I don’t need to wear diapers!” Ginny shrieked and writhed, yanking against her iron-like cloth restraints with all her might, all to no effect.

Then, when Ginny felt her bottom land on the soft, crinkly, diaper padding, she burst into hysterics. Screaming. Crying. Wailing for them to halt at the top of her lungs.

“Please don’t make me wear a diaper! PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME WEAR A DIAPER!! I’M NOT A BABY!!!”

Of course, anyone who knew the truth about Ginny’s diaper dependence over the past several months would find her current tantrum inexplicable.

Not even Ginny would have been able to explain what exactly had just come over her, even if she had been asked and been given ample time to catch her breath and answer.

After all, she had already been wearing diapers every day for months now. In fact, she had become so reliant on them, she was normally terrified at the idea of going without one, like she had been forced to do for this exact appointment.

Then why, now, did the idea of wearing a diaper suddenly fill her with extreme panic and mortal dread?

Well, because as she stared down from her restrained position, and helplessly watched Nurse Roberts sprinkle baby powder on her crotch, pull the front of the thick, soft, crinkly padding up between her legs, and snugly tape her diaper shut on each side…

Somewhere, deep in Ginny’s mind, she knew she had just crossed a threshold. One from which she might never return.

You see, as much as Ginny had been loathe to wear adult diapers from day one—always finding them unbearably embarrassing and shameful, even to this day—they were still always only ever worn at her discretion. Her decision. Her choice.

She was the only one with the power to put the diapers on her. And the only one with the power to take them off.

… Until now.

As Ginny watched Nurse Roberts tape up her fresh, crinkly padding and give her poofy crotch a playful pat, Ginny realized she had just been put in a diaper for the first time by someone else… and against her will.

She was suddenly now wearing a diaper because someone with authority over her decided she needed to be wearing one. And that was that, whether she liked it or not.

And of course, Ginny knew they were right, she did need to wear a diaper. She had already known that for some time now.

But now, she was officially no longer the only one in control of her humiliating, babyish problem. Someone else was. Which made it suddenly feel more real than it ever had before.

For the first time, someone else was deciding when her diaper went on.

… and when, if ever, it came off.

She could no longer live in denial about just how infantile her problem was. Just how pathetic her lack of continence made her.

Because for the first time, she had watched herself get truly diapered like a baby.

And the worst part was…

Deep down, she feared it was exactly what she had always deserved.

* * *

With her fresh, puffy big diaper now tightly taped up around her waist, Ginny continued helplessly screaming and sobbing against her restraints on the exam table, like a baby in a full blown tantrum.

But slowly, she began to hear something.

“Shhhhhhh… Shhhhhh… Shhhhh…”

Ginny slowly detected the soothing, maternal sound of someone shushing from over her shoulder.

After a moment, Ginny caught her breath enough to look over. And she saw Nurse Sunshine’s face next to hers. The nurse was crouched down to her height, her expression soft.

“Shhhh, calm down, little one. Calm down. Nurse Sunshine’s here,” Nurse Sunshine said in a soothing tone.

Strangely, Ginny did begin to calm down, as she felt Nurse Sunshine’s gentle hand rubbing her shoulder, soothing her. She looked back at her in surprise.

“What’s the matter, huh? Why all the screaming and crying?” Nurse Sunshine asked. “Is it all because of that diaper? What’s got you so upset about it? You can tell me. Nursie’s here.”

Ginny looked at Nurse Sunshine for a moment, then looked away, blushed.

“Is it because you’re embarrassed?” Nurse Sunshine guessed in a soft tone.

Ginny didn’t reply.

“Ashamed?” Nurse Sunshine offered. “It’s okay. You can tell me.”

Ginny looked back up at Nurse Sunshine with wide eyes… then slowly gave a shy nod.

“Aww, you poor thing,” Nurse Sunshine said. “Well, guess what, darling? Do you want to know something?”

Ginny gave another shy nod.

“Do you want to know the real truth about you wearing that diaper right now?” Nurse Sunshine said.

Ginny nodded again, suddenly hanging on her every word.

“The truth is, Ginny… you should feel ashamed. Very, very ashamed. Because you are a naughty, naughty, filthy little girl,” Nurse Sunshine suddenly admonished, pulling the rug out from her naive captive patient

“Do you know how old the last patient was I had in here who had to wear diapers? Five years old. And they were highly ashamed of themselves, to still be wearing diapers at that age, as they should have been. And yet here you are. At your age. A full grown adult. Still peeing herself as helplessly as a toddler before potty-training.”

Nurse Sunshine suddenly grabbed Ginny’s puffy, diapered crotch and squeezed.

“Well I want you to know, I’m glad you hate this diaper you now have to wear,” she continued, her eyes ablaze with malevolence. “I’m glad it makes you feel embarrassed. And pathetic. And babyish. And small. Because you are all those things. And you deserve to feel every bit as pathetic and humiliated as you feel right now.

“In fact, I think you deserve to feel even more humiliated. Even more ashamed of yourself. I’m about to finally finish your groin and rectum exam. And I’m going to do my best to take my time, and make that experience as humiliating as possible for you. Because I want to punish you for squirting piss like a newborn baby in my office. And I want you to remember just what an utterly pathetic, shameful, diaper wearing baby you are right now, for forever and ever and ever.

“Do you hear me, diaper girl? Is all that understood? You are a naughty, naughty stinky little baby, and before you get up off this table, I’m about to make you pay,” Nurse Sunshine seethed, finishing her tirade in a breathy whisper, inches from Ginny’s face.

Ginny was helpless but to stare back in shock. She was stunned. Speechless. She could hardly believe the things she just heard. It felt like she’d been stabbed in the gut… then had the knife twisted again and again. It was like she had just had all her worst fears dredged to the surface… and methodically used against her. She felt totally powerless, trapped… and terrified.

“Aww, that’s okay,” Nurse Sunshine continued after a moment of Ginny staying quiet. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised a baby doesn’t know how to talk like a big girl. A baby should be sucking on their paci, anyway.”

Suddenly, to Ginny’s horror, Nurse Sunshine produced a baby’s pacifier and dropped it in her mouth.

“Suck your paci, baby,” Nurse Sunshine goaded. “Be a good girl and suck your paci, so nursie can finally finish your exam.”

Ginny was still practically paralyzed with shock. Almost without thought, she slowly closed her mouth around the rubber nipple… and began to just barely suck.

“Good girl…” Nurse Sunshine said, suddenly putting her hand over the top of Ginny’s bladder again and gently rubbing. “That’s my good baby girl…”

As Nurse Sunshine started rubbing atop her bladder harder, Ginny couldn’t help but close her eyes and suck faster.

Ginny suddenly felt herself slipping into a dissociative daze. Her body suddenly beginning to burrow deep into itself, as if regressing to a long-ago state of being. Suddenly…

Hisssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Ginny started freely releasing her bladder, soaking her fresh diaper with her fresh, hot pee.

The nurse’s hand only rubbed harder, coaxing more and more pee out of Ginny with her practiced deep-tissue bladder-stimulating massage.

Hissssss. Hisssssssssssssssssssssssss. Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Ginny let out a soft moan as she felt herself releasing again and again and again.

Like a distant echo, she heard Nurse Sunshine giggling with Nurse Roberts while she kept her hand pressed up against the crotch of Ginny’s diaper, feeling and squeezing the hot warm squish of Ginny’s urinary incontinence as it freely flowed into her juvenile padding.

Ginny detected the tapes of her diaper coming undone. The heavy, sopping front of her padding strategically peeled back when suddenly—

FLLLLRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

Ginny heard herself erupt with a blast of flatulence. Followed by even louder laughter from the nurses.

Normally, Ginny would be mortified. She’d never let herself pass gas in front of strangers, let alone in such an undignified position.

But right now, she was sinking deeper and deeper into a sort of trance. Her eyes felt glued shut, and her body was relinquishing any control it still had over her bladder—and apparently her gassy, now-long-cramping tummy—and surrendering it all to her diaper.

As she dipped further into her trance, the exam room she was in, as well as all reality itself, began to fade further and further into the background. Like its volume nob was being slowly turned down. But she could still hear snippets of conversation…

“Oh, phew, opening up her diaper, it looks like it was just gas. Or at least… mostly just gas. Hand me the baby wipes…” Nurse Sunshine said.

“Pee-ew. Now that she’s got that diaper on, you may not need your raincoat to finish her exam. But you might still need a clothespin for your nose…” Nurse Roberts said as they both laughed.

And Ginny could still tune into moments and movements of physical touch, feeling, and penetration…

Soon, Ginny could feel Nurse Sunshine’s powerful fingers dipping once again into her virgin orifices. This time, plunged deep into her warm, soggy diaper.

Ginny could just barely hear her own distant moans—moans of pleasure, moans of discomfort or sometimes even pain—as the nurse probed and manipulated her holes. Spreading her. Twisting her. Pinching and squeezing her. Punishing her, just like she promised.

At times, Ginny would feel a sudden warm gush accumulating from in her groin, quickly met by a sodden-diaper pressed up against a potential mess.

Whether it was her bladder continuing to release in spurts, or a different gushing fluid entirely, or some combination of the two, she would never know for sure. But it also hardly mattered, knowing her diaper was being expertly used to stop up and absorb her relentless release of helpless baby messes.

And the latex-covered fingers seemed to go so much deeper. So much faster. So much harder than they ever had before. And Ginny was totally helpless to stop them—totally tied down and spread out.

But the helplessness of the penetration began to fill her more and more with the most strange sense of warmth and gratification…

… as she breathed deep and accepted her total powerlessness.

That is, her state as merely a helpless vessel for the fingers to explore at their will. Sometimes gentle. Oftentimes callous and gruff.

Probing her. Squeezing her. Penetrating her. Fucking her.

And her condition of total bodily vulnerability—prostrate, bound and naked before these cruel women of uniform, who cackled in delight at her every humiliation, relishing in her debasement and psychological torment.

Gleefully commenting “pee-ew,” and “pathetic diaper baby,” and “naughty, filthy little stinker,” at every possible chance in her presence, while she remained bound and voiceless and forced to take it, all just to drive her self worth ever further into oblivion.

And her diaper. Her crinkly, open, sodden diaper. Her pathetic, humiliating, babyish diaper.

She was a slave to it. A victim to its crinkly embrace. She was totally incontinent. Helplessly and totally diaper dependent. A pathetic, diaper wetting baby.

Every chance she felt the stinky, wet mound of warm, peepee diaper mush pressed against her, like a sticky, stinky badge of shame, she shivered with the most delectable sense of disgust, shame… and ecstasy.

As she descended deeper and deeper into herself, she succumbed to a growing cascade of hazy flashbacks of long forgotten childhood memories, embarrassments, traumas, and perverse pleasures.

Was any of this real? she confusedly asked herself, like a lucid dreamer suddenly coming to hallucinatory consciousness. No, it couldn’t be.

But while the room and the world disappeared, the sensations of the probing fingers plunging into her ass, into her pussy, the wet diaper pressed shamefully against her most private region, the maternal voices cackling and jeering—

Ginny felt sick with waves of deep physical bliss—

Ecstatic from pummeling surges of shame and filth—

In the darkness of her paci-sucking daze, she felt herself gasping for air, writhing against her bonds, trembling and moaning—

And in the far, far distance, she heard the sound of herself screaming with orgasm…

While she soaked her diaper with pee one more time, filling it with warm, soggy wetness to the absolute brim, causing her to shout to the heavens with her paci-sucking lisp…

“I made a stinky, stinky peepee diapee, Mommy!!”

* * *

Ginny’s eyes slowly opened in a dreary haze.

First, she felt the crinkly paper and padded exam table she was laying on.

Then, her eyes slowly adjusted to the familiar glaring brightness of the fluorescent doctor’s office ceiling lights.

Finally… she felt the diaper. The wet, mushy diaper, under her butt and between her thighs. Its soggy padding her only form of clothes, in sharp contrast to the rest of her exposed, stark naked body.

Ginny bolted upright, suddenly remembering where she was.

And when she looked to her right, she stifled a startled shriek.

There was a lone woman there, sitting on a stool in the middle of the exam room, looking at her. She was wearing a white lab coat, and had a stethoscope around her neck.

“Hello, Ginny,” the woman said. “Good to see you again.”

It was Dr. Mallory. It was the first time Ginny had seen her again since the day of her incontinence surgery.

* * *

“Wha… what am I still doing here?” Ginny asked the doctor, trying to shake off her grogginess.

“Good question!” Dr. Mallory said with a warm smile. “My head nurse said that you fell asleep during your post-op follow up exam not long ago. She also said that you were having some unexpected post-op issues that you wanted me to take a look at.

“So it just worked out that we were able to let you catch some Z’s in here until I was ready to come take a look at you, which is why I’m here now. Do you feel better after your little nap?” Dr. Mallory asked.

“Oh, umm, yeah, I think so,” Ginny said, her head spinning. Truthfully, she had a splitting headache. And she was now desperately racking her brain, trying to remember and make sense of everything that had happened earlier, and how that led to her situation now.

So much of what had happened before…

Peeing on Nurse Sunshine… Getting strapped down, bound, and diapered… The unending pelvic and rectal exams that felt like just straight up finger-fucks…

All of it felt so hazy and surreal now. Especially since she apparently fell into a deep sleep at some point before the exam finished. Did any of it really happen? Or was it all just a perverse, shameful dream?

She knew surely some of it did happen. After all, she was still wearing the diaper now they had put on her! But the other parts… like the finger-bang-induced, inescapable, perverse, sexual ecstasy? She knew that must have been her mind losing touch with reality. Surely, the Nurse’s examination wouldn’t have caused her such intense sexual stimulation in of itself…

But for the first time since waking, Ginny also realized she was at last no longer bound to the exam table. Her feet were no longer bound and lifted in stirrups, her waist and hands were no longer pinned down. She reflexively felt her wrists and kicked her feet in a sudden surge of gratitude to be free again.

She also realized the mortifying pacifier Nurse Sunshine had put in her mouth before was gone now, thank god. (That is, assuming the pacifier was not merely a figment of her unpleasant, perverse dreams, of course…)

But as Ginny sat up on the exam table and took stock of her surroundings, she realized the one thing she was certain of was that she was still wearing the diaper they put her in. Those evil nurses. And it was currently quite soggy and squishy under her butt.

Not only that, despite her nudity, her clothes were nowhere in sight.

Ginny looked back up at Dr. Mallory and felt a flash of humiliation regarding her nudity, causing her to blush bright red, as she remembered her modesty. She had never been seen in a diaper in front of anyone before today. Let alone a clearly yellow and soggy one, while naked, in front of her Doctor!

Ginny bashfully covered her nipples with one arms, and childishly attempted to cover the crotch of her padding with her other arm.

“Sorry, but do you uh… know where my clothes are? Or if not, do you have another gown I can wear?” Ginny asked.

Dr. Mallory smiled. “Of course, dear, I’ll call for a nurse to bring you a new gown in a minute. But don’t worry, you have nothing to hide. As an incontinence doctor, I’ve seen a million diapers, changed a million soiled diapers, and seen every type of nude body there is. In fact, I’ve even already seen yours, during your surgery, remember?” the doctor smirked.

Ginny blushed and looked away, feeling a little childish about her bashfulness, but at the same time, a little embarrassed to be reminded of how much access she had already given this near stranger.

“But first thing’s first. Can you stand up for me, hon?” Dr. Mallory asked.

Ginny apprehensively obliged, sliding off the exam table and standing up before it.

Dr. Mallory then scooted forward on her rolling stool, and to Ginny’s embarrassment, immediately grabbed the crotch of her soggy diaper. Then, she stuck a finger up the front of her leg bands. And finally, she pulled out the rear of her diaper’s waistband and looked down the back.

Ginny burned bright red as she realized Dr. Mallory was ‘checking’ her diaper like she was a baby.

“Hmmm,” Dr. Mallory said, letting the waistband of the diaper snap back into place. “You’re very, very wet, young lady. Do you want to tell me how that diaper got so soggy?”

Ginny turned bright red. “Well… uh… um… what do you mean?” she stammered.

She felt totally taken off guard as she struggled to suddenly remember what exactly the staff already knew about her secret incontinence issue, what they didn’t, and what exactly she still needed to figure out in order to get her story straight.

Dr. Mallory stared at Ginny for a long moment with an intense expression, as if carefully sizing her up… but then she flashed a relaxed smile.

“Alright, dear, fair enough, let’s take a step back,” Dr. Mallory said in a calm voice. “I’ve taken a look here at all your symptom eval responses over the past few months, and they seem to indicate your incontinence surgery was a total success. You’ve reported no wetting accidents, no bladder urgency, and not even so much as a spare droplet of urine in your underpants over the past 10 weeks.

“Yet, despite having a record of perfect continence for months now, my head nurse reports that you had quite the disastrous spontaneous wetting accident this morning, right in the midst of your manual pelvic exam. So much so, they had to get a diaper in here for you to wear, just in case. And now, it looks like you’ve absolutely soaked your diaper, as well.

“So, hon, what’s going on? How does a patient go from perfect continence, to suddenly having accidents on the nurses and waking up in soaking wet diapers, all in a matter of hours? Is there anything else I should know? Anything at all? You can tell me. I’m your doctor,” Dr. Mallory said.

Ginny stared at Dr. Mallory, nervously bit her lip, blushed and looked away. Her mind was racing, the full scale of her now-long-running predicament suddenly coming flooding back to her.

What was ‘going on’, was that Ginny had been lying to them for months now about her rapidly deteriorating incontinence, pretending at every appointment that all was perfectly fine.

At first, the lie was mostly out of shame. Ginny was terrified of having to admit to Nurse Sunshine that she was suddenly wearing diapers again like a pathetic baby, and hoped her situation would resolve soon enough on its own.

(Incidentally, Ginny now felt that her fear was more validated than ever, due to the way Nurse Sunshine had so ruthlessly humiliated her earlier about seemingly needing to wear a diaper at her age… even if it was supposedly just a temporary measure.)

However, after Ginny had settled into her routine of lying at every appointment, she also discovered that the paperwork she had been signing every week made her ongoing deceits potentially something that could get her in serious trouble. They were potentially even a serious crime! Which made her feel like she had no choice but to maintain her ongoing deception, lest she be busted for all her lies up until that point.

But now, as Ginny stood before Dr. Mallory in a soggy diaper, with the full weight of everything that had happened thus far that day hanging over her head, Ginny knew the jig was up.

She knew she had to provide an actual explanation for her otherwise totally inexplicable wetting accidents that day to the concerned doctor sitting before her.

And the only way to do that was by finally telling the truth.

Or at least… as much of the truth as she could manage.

Finally, Ginny let out a long sigh. “Well, the thing is… I think that maybe there might have been a few times since the surgery… where maybe I wasn’t exactly as honest as I should have been with Nurse Sunshine about my incontinence symptoms,” Ginny shyly murmured.

Dr. Mallory raised a concerned eyebrow. “Really? How so?”

“Well…” Ginny murmured, nervously twiddling her thumbs. “I may have had a few little accidents here and there that I didn’t tell her about.”

“How many?” Dr. Mallory replied, sitting up.

“Not a lot!” Ginny blurted. “And I’m really, really sorry, I know I shouldn’t have lied about it. But at the time, I just felt so embarrassed about it, I couldn’t even admit it to Nurse Sunshine afterward when she would ask me if I had had any accidents over the previous two weeks. I’m sorry, I know it was wrong, but I guess… I guess I just so badly wanted you all to be proud of me for being continent again like a big girl, and I was worried you wouldn’t be if you knew that happened. But I know I still shouldn’t have lied. I’m really, really sorry.”

Ginny stared down in shame. The room went quiet. After a moment, Ginny looked back up enough to catch Dr. Mallory’s displeased and disapproving stare, then quickly nervously looked back down. She suddenly felt about one inch tall… and about one year old.

Finally, Dr. Mallory let out a long sigh. “Lying on your medical symptom assessment report is a very serious thing to do. Especially multiple weeks in a row. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” Ginny nodded, blushing bright red and staring at her feet.

“And you know that not only interferes with our medical research in the long term, but also makes it more difficult for us to help you in the here and now, right?” Dr. Mallory continued. “We can’t help you if we don’t know the truth about what’s going on with you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Ginny nodded, feeling more and more like a scolded child. Suddenly, tears were in her eyes. “I really am very sorry. Please, I promise I won’t do it again. I swear.”

There was another long silence, as Ginny’s tears of shame began to slowly fall from her face, onto the exam room floor.

But finally, Dr. Mallory let out another long sigh. “Okay, Ginny, it’s okay. These things happen. I’m not happy that you were dishonest with me and my nurse for several weeks in a row now, especially regarding such important information. But I do appreciate you being honest with me now, at least. Especially because it does help explain the accidents you had today during your exam. So thank you for that.”

Ginny gave a hopeful nod and looked up, starting to dry her tears.

“All in all, I think we can forgive and forget about this. So long as it never happens again,” Dr. Mallory said, to which Ginny eagerly nodded. “Especially because you mentioned that the accidents you were having were all minor and very infrequent, correct? You haven’t been lying about anything more serious?” Dr. Mallory asked.

“Yes! I mean no, of course not!” Ginny nervously blurted. “I mean, that’s right, it was just a few small accidents, where I peed a little in my panties before making it to the toilet, that’s all. Nothing major, I swear.”

Dr. Mallory gave Ginny a long hard look in the eyes while Ginny nervously squirmed, despite her best efforts not to look guilty under the doctor’s scrutiny.

But finally, Dr. Mallory smiled, nodded, jotted something down, and stood up. “Well okay then, I’m glad we cleared that up. Let’s move on, shall we?”

Ginny practically fainted with relief while Dr. Mallory went over to the sink to wash her hands.

Of course, Ginny knew she had just told (and swore by) yet another lie—claiming her accidents were only minor, few and far between, rather than the actual truth, which was that she now depended on diapers pretty much full time to keep her clothes from ending up wetter than a toddler drinking juice without a sippy cup.

But she hoped it was confession enough to at least satisfy the doctor’s concern and suspicion about her accidents on the exam table that day.

Because the reality was, the moment Ginny felt the full weight of the Doctor’s disapproving, disappointed gaze, she immediately felt like a terrified toddler, frantically backpedaling as much of their confession as possible to hopefully avoid the worst of a scolding from their parent.

In fact, she now doubted she would ever have the courage to actually admit the full, full truth to the doctor about her ongoing diaper dependence, given just how brazen and unacceptable she knew her dishonesty was, especially now.

But fortunately, from the looks of it, it didn’t matter, and she would never need to. Dr. Mallory seemed satisfied enough by what Ginny did confess. Which meant that hopefully, Ginny was in the clear.

“Alright, hon, let’s get you up on the exam table so I can take a look at what’s going on for you myself,” Dr. Mallory said, putting on a pair of latex gloves. “After all, if you’re still having any incontinence episodes this long after your initial procedure, I should be able to figure out what’s wrong and fix it for you.”

As Ginny hopped up on the exam table in her soggy diaper, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Should be able to fix it? Ginny thought to herself. Should be able to fix it?!

Ginny had practically begun to lose all hope of ever being continent again. After all, if her incontinence was still so severe, even after what was supposedly one of the best surgical interventions modern medicine had to offer, what hope did she still have of ever overcoming her humiliating issue?

But now, hearing Dr. Mallory herself say she still might be able to fix what’s wrong?

As Ginny slowly laid back on the table, with her cool soggy diaper slowly squishing and squelching under her butt as she did, she was suddenly filled with something she hadn’t felt about her devastating potty-problems for some time now…

Hope.

And despite the fact that she was still buck naked, dressed in nothing but a yellow, soggy diaper, she still couldn’t help but smile.

… of course, what Ginny never could have known, was that with Dr. Mallory as her doctor, her chances of regaining her continence now were about as likely as her getting the chance to play frisbee on the moon.

TO BE CONTINUED

IN PART IX