Ginny’s Incontinence Procedure — Part 6

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Ginny took a deep breath as she finished undressing and began to unfold the hospital gown left for her on the exam table.

She always found hospital gowns to be an awkward, slightly humiliating thing to wear. But then she noticed that this particular hospital gown was covered in cute teddy-bears, making her feel even more juvenile!

“I hope you don’t mind the teddy-bears,” Nurse Sunshine said with a laugh. “We were just out of adult gowns, so I figured a pediatric gown would fit you fine, anyway.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Ginny grumbled, hating that her small stature meant the nurse was right, the gown fit her fine.

Then, adding to her embarrassment, Ginny realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties! She remembered that she had packed them in her backpack, and planned to slip them on after she changed out of her diaper before the appointment. But because she forgot her backpack before she went into the bathroom, she hadn’t had a chance to put underwear on to replace her diaper!

Just then, she noticed Nurse Sunshine picking up and walking her backpack toward the door.

“Wait, what are you doing with my bag?” Ginny said.

“Oh, I’m just putting it in the cubby right outside, dear. Just don’t want it getting in the way,” the nurse answered.

“But wait! Uh, can I get something from my bag real quick, first?” she asked.

“What’s that you need, hon?” Nurse Sunshine asked, Ginny’s bag still in her arms.

Ginny blushed. She felt like the nurse was being far more overbearing than she had been in the past. That seemed like such an invasive, unnecessary question! But at the same time, Ginny felt too vulnerable and out of her element to possibly stand up for herself.

“Well, uh, my panties,” Ginny answered.

Nurse Sunshine furrowed her brow. “Why do you need to change your panties, hon? Did something happen in the underwear you’re wearing now that I need to know about?”

Ginny blushed. “Well, no. It’s just that, actually, I uh… forgot to wear panties this morning. And I just remembered I had an extra pair in my bag…”

Nurse Sunshine stared skeptically for a moment. Ginny couldn’t help but cringe at herself. She knew her initial request to get the panties out of her bag was strange (for a patient who supposedly didn’t wear diapers), and that her lie felt even more awkward and unconvincing.

“Uh-huh, I see,” Nurse Sunshine replied. “Well, don’t worry hon, you actually won’t need your panties anyway for the exam today, so it’s not a problem. Why don’t you go ahead and get seated up there on the exam table while I put this outside. I’ll take your clothes, too, so they also don’t get in the way,” Nurse Sunshine said, grabbing Ginny’s pile of clothes and walking her backpack and clothes out the door.

Ginny hated to see her stuff leave her sight, especially her clothes, but felt powerless to argue any further.

She begrudgingly turned around toward the exam table. And that’s when she noticed, for the first time, that the exam table in this room had leg-stirrups! Like the kind they had in a gynecologist’s office for a pelvic exam!

Ginny shuddered, remembering that Nurse Sunshine mentioned this particular appointment was going to involve an exam that was ‘more lengthy and in-depth’. She didn’t know what that meant, but she didn’t like the sound of it. She certainly didn’t like the vulnerability of being in those stirrups during her pelvic exams in the past…

As she reluctantly climbed up on the crinkly paper covering the exam table (the crinkles ironically reminding her of the diaper she would usually be wearing), the bending of her knees also re-agitated her bladder, reminding her that her need to pee was once again building. Not to mention some other unsettling groans in her tummy, which she prayed was just gas. And even having just gas during something like a pelvic exam was far from ideal…

She just hoped to get this appointment over with as fast as possible.

“Alright, dear, legs up here in the stirrups,” Nurse Sunshine said as she returned, patting Ginny’s foot and then directing it up to the spot for her feet.

Ginny scooted her butt down and laid back as Nurse Sunshine helped her raise her feet into the medical brace-like devices. The stirrups felt a little awkwardly high up, forcing Ginny’s legs really up, making her naked bottom feel really exposed. Like she was a baby getting her legs held up high by her Mommy for a diaper change. But Nurse Sunshine made no attempt to adjust them to Ginny’s comfort level.

Then, as Nurse Sunshine placed her legs, Ginny realized that the stirrups were a little different than the ones she was used to. Instead of just having pads for her calves to rest on, these stirrups had foot pads for her feet to rest against as well.

As Ginny placed her feet in them, she realized the padded ankle and foot pieces made them feel a lot more confining than normal stirrups, which normally just had a place for her calves to rest on.

Then, to her horror… Nurse Sunshine began swiftly pulling white medical straps over her feet, ankles, and calves!

“Wh—wh—what are you doing!” Ginny exclaimed.

“Relax, dear, it’s just for patient safety. Just so you don’t fall off the table during your examination, or anything like that,” Nurse Sunshine said as she calmly pulled the straps tight and locked them around Ginny’s lower limbs, securing them in place.

“But… but…” Ginny murmured.

“What’s wrong, hon, worried you’ll need to run out of here in a hurry?” Nurse Sunshine joked. “Don’t worry, we’ll unfasten everything when it’s time for you to leave.”

Once again, Ginny felt totally disarmed by Nurse Sunshine’s dismissive response.

Then, to Ginny’s horror, Nurse Sunshine walked over… and started pulling another large, padded strap over Ginny’s midsection!

“And that’s the last one,” Nurse Sunshine said as she tightened the thick, additional strap over Ginny’s belly.

“Stop! Please! I don’t need this, I promise, I won’t fall off or anything…” Ginny said, beginning to panic and ineffectually pull at the series of ultra-secure medical straps holding her in place on the table, her legs splayed out, ass and groin naked and fully exposed.

“I know, I know dear. It’s a little bit uncomfortable. And I’m sure you would be fine without it, but it’s office and legal policy, so we have to be safe. But don’t worry, if you just try to relax, and act like a big girl for me, and focus on helping me conduct the rest of your exam, I promise I’ll try to get you out of here before you know it,” Nurse Sunshine said.

Ginny was a little taken off guard by Nurse Sunshine’s change of tone. And for a moment, she suddenly did feel like the woman was on her side, despite her diminutive use of the term ‘big girl’.

So, Ginny took a deep breath, and as panicked as she was by the sudden restraints holding her legs wide open and fully helplessly exposing her bottom and genitals, she knew the nurse was right. She just needed to relax and be mature about this, and everything would go faster.

“Alright, dear, you know the drill. We’ll go through the verbal survey portion of the exam first,” Nurse Sunshine said with a clipboard and pen in her hand. “First question’s first. Over the past two weeks, how many times have you accidentally urinated while not on the toilet?”

“None,” Ginny lied, knowing the drill by now.

“And over the past two weeks, how many times have you accidentally defecated on yourself while not on the toilet?” Nurse Sunshine asked.

“None,” Ginny answered. She was glad she could at least be truthful about that one.

… or at least, she was pretty sure she was being truthful. Even though admittedly, a small part of her, in the back of her mind, seemed to suddenly remember spotting a few unexpected brown spots on the back of her padding when she changed her diaper over the past few weeks. She always dismissed it as just the result of an unexpected stomach ache. Or some gas that ‘got away from her’… so to speak. And the fact that she was always wearing a diaper now, anyway, meant it hardly seemed to matter.

But now that the question had just been posed so bluntly, in the context of fecal incontinence, Ginny was forced to suddenly uncomfortably wonder, Was it possible those stains were actually indications of her developing…

No, she told herself. No way.

“Over the past two weeks, how many times did you experience the sensation of extreme, unexpected urgency in your bladder, that made you fear you might not reach a toilet in time before you had an accident?” Nurse Sunshine asked.

“None,” Ginny answered.

“Over the past two weeks, how many times did you wet yourself while sleeping, potentially waking up with urine soaked bedding or sheets?”

“None.”

“How many times, over the previous two weeks, did you accidentally leak urine, even small drops, during the following activities: Coughing or sneezing?”

“None.”

“Jogging.”

“None.”

“Bending over to pick something up.”

“None.”

The endless probing questions continued apace, as they did every week. Each question embarrassing and invasive in their own way. Almost all of them, Ginny brazenly lying in response, as she had become used to doing. The reality, of course, was that she had practically become used to totally helplessly soaking her diaper at any time of day or night, caused by either the smallest triggers imaginable, or even no rhyme or reason to it at all.

But what was especially frustrating to Ginny this week, was that she was forced to give her answers to the lengthy questionnaire, while her legs remained humiliatingly restrained and elevated in their stirrups. She knew it would have been trivial for the nurse to just wait until the questionnaire portion of the exam was over before strapping her up in such a painfully revealing, humiliating fashion. Her ass and genitals were just exposed and blowing in the wind, for god’s sake! But she knew it was hardly worth it to pick a fight about the stirrups again, now.

And what was even more concerning was that her need to pee was only getting worse, with every form question about her continence serving as a nonstop reminder, bringing her attention back to her worsening bladder cramps again, and again, and again… like the unending, dripping drops of Chinese water torture, while she remained effectively bound and helpless.

After all, she knew there was no way Nurse Sunshine was going to be unstrapping her so she could get up and use the restroom before the exam was over. From Nurse Sunshine’s perspective, Ginny had just used the bathroom right before they got started. And Ginny was also currently swearing up and down, in response to every question, that she didn’t have any problems with unexpected bladder urgency!

The drumbeat of questions continued…

“On a scale of one to five, five being the most likely, how likely would you say it is that you’ll have a significant accident sometime in the next seven days?”

“Five. Err… I mean one. Not likely. One,” Ginny stumbled, her mind already starting to grow fuzzy from the survey’s familiar grueling monotony.

“On a scale of one to five, five being completely full, one being not full at all, how full would you say your bladder feels now?” Nurse Sunshine asked.

“Uh… one. Not full at all,” Ginny said, immediately cringing as she said it. She felt like she had no choice but to lie, of course, in order to be consistent with all her other answers so far. But she couldn’t help but hate herself for just how good she was at painting herself into a corner. Now she knew for sure Nurse Sunshine wouldn’t let her up to go to the bathroom early.

Nurse Sunshine continued with about a few dozen more of the survey questions Ginny was used to hearing during her appointments.

But then, after that, Ginny realized that Nurse Sunshine was starting to ask questions that Ginny notably hadn’t heard her ask before. Questions that strangely required more than a yes or no from Ginny. Questions that felt undeniably more… invasive. And worst of all, questions that were strangely a lot more difficult for Ginny to lie in her responses to.

“The last time you sat down on the toilet to urinate, what did it feel like for you, and what sensations, pleasant or unpleasant, if any, did you experience? Please be as descriptive and forthright as possible in your response,” Nurse Sunshine said.

Ginny was flabbergasted the second she heard the question, her cheeks immediately turning bright red. After all, as she reached into her brain and remembered what sitting on the toilet to pee had actually been like for her lately, she knew any honest description she gave would immediately reveal just how bad her incontinence had gotten. That is, her frustration of sitting on the toilet with very little urine emptying from her bladder, despite her intense urgency moments prior. Followed, of course, by only getting about ten paces away, before suddenly inexplicably bursting like a waterfall.

“Uh… uh… well, sitting on the toilet… umm…” Ginny stumbled, as she desperately tried to remember what it was like to pee on the potty before her recent diaper dependency, in order to lie. “I guess I felt like I had to pee walking into the bathroom, which was slightly uncomfortable, but not very. But then when I sat on the toilet, it felt good to relieve my bladder. And when I stood up to wipe… I guess I didn’t have to pee anymore, and so I felt… relieved, which was pleasant, I guess.”

“The last time you had to urinate while out in public, where were you?” Nurse Sunshine continued on to the next question. “How did you know you had to urinate, and what did it feel like? Feel free to use metaphor in your answer, in addition to any descriptions of your sense experiences, if helpful.”

“Oh… uh… well… right, having to pee while out in public…” Ginny stumbled again. Immediately, all she could remember and picture was the moment she drenched her pants with pee in the middle of Walmart. The humiliating stares of strangers. Her overwhelming sense of panic and helplessness. The embarrassing, cool, puddles of her smelly urine running down her legs… Like the universe itself suddenly planted a giant humiliating ‘kick me’ sign on her back, but infinitely more embarrassing and noticeable…

“I was out for a walk in the park, and I guess I just noticed a slightly building pressure, but nothing uncomfortable…” Ginny said, doing her best to concoct a believable scenario that was both unremarkable, yet suitable as an answer to the question. “…and so I guess it felt a little bit like a water ballon. Until I got to a bathroom and relieved myself without any issues.”

The questions continued once again at a gruelingly rapid pace, each question asked immediately by Nurse Sunshine the second Ginny finished her previous answer, as if purposefully designed to mentally and emotionally wear her down.

And like a suspect under interrogation, Ginny was finding it genuinely harder to continue concocting convincing lies, as every question happened to evoke a vivid memory for Ginny involving her newfound, shameful reliance on diapers. But any honest details of that experience, she was verboten to share. Thus, she was forced to continue desperately inventing scenarios out of whole cloth, anxiously trying to pretend she still knew exactly what it was like to not depend on diapers every day of her life.

“When was your last bowel movement? Was it more comfortable or less comfortable than usual? What is your best guess at an explanation for why that might be?”

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“If you could use one word to describe your continence, now three months after your successful incontinence correction surgery, what would that word be?”

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“When was the last time you felt embarrassed regarding your history of, or your ongoing struggles with, incontinence?”

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“When was the last time you felt embarrassed in general?”

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“Do your friends and family know about your struggles with incontinence, and if they do, what are their opinions on this medical issue of yours? If you haven’t revealed your incontinence struggles with them, what do you imagine they would think about it if you did?”

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“What’s the most judgmental, or least supportive, comment any of your friends or family have made regarding your struggles with incontinence? How did that comment make you feel? Why?”

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“How would you imagine a stranger on the street would react if you explained to them the details of your incontinence struggles?”

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Have you ever suspected that a stranger noticed evidence of your incontinence struggles? What do you suspect they thought about you, based on what they witnessed? Do you feel like their opinion of you was likely elevated or likely diminished by their discovery?

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Do you feel like your current state of continence or incontinence makes you feel more or less mature for your age? How do you think your much younger self would react if they were to discover that they would be struggling again with toileting skills as an adult?

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“If there was one word to describe the last accident you had in your underwear, what would it be and why?”

Ginny felt like she was starting to crack. It was taking her longer and longer to answer, which only prompted immediate impatient prods from Nurse Sunshine to hurry up and say something, which only made Ginny more anxious.

Because it was getting harder and harder for her to avoid just saying the first thing that came to her mind. That is, the truth. Which she knew she couldn’t do.

“Take a moment to try to recall your earliest memory of potty-training,” Nurse Sunshine said, waiting a moment in an uncharacteristic pause.

Ginny closed her eyes. The faintest blur of images from her early childhood started to cohere in her mind.

“Try to picture this earliest memory of potty-training best you can,” Nurse Sunshine continued. “Is this a pleasant memory for you? Or an unpleasant one?”

Ginny went silent, overwhelmed for a moment.

“Ginny? I need you to answer,” Nurse Sunshine said sternly.

“Unpleasant!” Ginny blurted.

“Why is that?” Nurse Sunshine asked.

“I guess… I guess I didn’t want to have to stop wearing diapers. Because I liked going potty more in my diapers than on the toilet, even though I knew I wasn’t suppose to…” Ginny answered.

Ginny started blushing hotly the moment the words left her mouth. And even worse, she heard Nurse Sunshine give an exaggerated, reflective ‘hmmmmm’ as she scribbled down Ginny’s response on the clipboard.

But it was the truth. Whether she should have admitted it out loud or not.

And now, given her current life circumstances, Ginny had no idea what to make of that long-ago forgotten truth…

“Do you masturbate?” Nurse Sunshine asked.

Ginny’s eyes shot wide open. “Huh?” She asked.

“Do you… touch your genitals… for sexual pleasure?” Nurse Sunshine said slowly, speaking as if Ginny were stupid.

“Umm, sometimes,” Ginny answered, turning beet red.

“When was the last time you masturbated?” Nurse Sunshine asked.

“I uh… well…” Ginny mumbled, racking her brain for some sort of answer.

Suddenly, Ginny was struck by a stark and shocking flashback.

She was on the floor of the bathroom just down the hall. Her diaper was soaking, soaking, wet. Yellow, squishy, leaking, soiled. Most of her body was covered in her own piss. And she was furiously rubbing her squishy, stinky, humiliating padding against her groin… while an elderly stranger watched her from the doorway.

Ginny snapped out of the flashback, shuddering and shaking her head in shock and disgust.

What was that? she wondered. Certainly not a memory. Certainly not something she actually did… right? That was disgusting. Rubbing herself in her wet diaper? I mean, she would remember such a disgusting, humiliating, depraved sexual act… right??

“Ahem!” Nurse Sunshine prodded. “Answer the question, please!”

“I don’t remember,” Ginny blurted.

“Give me an estimate then, please. Your best guess as to when the last time was that you masturbated,” Nurse Sunshine said.

“Ummm… a few weeks ago,” Ginny spouted, for lack of a better response.

The truth was, Ginny realized, she was suddenly having trouble remembering exactly when she last masturbated. But she was pretty sure she had at some point relatively recently. It was like she had started blocking the experience out for some reason… a realization that puzzled her deeply.

“Now,” Nurse Sunshine continued, “during the last time you were masturbating, what thoughts or fantasies were you having during the experience?”

Ginny blushed red hot and bolted up as far as her restraints would let her. “What?! I mean, I’m not… I don’t want… Can I please just pass on this question, please? I don’t know,” Ginny managed to spit out.

“Just say something, hon. Whatever comes to mind. We’re almost done, and I have to have something written down,” Nurse Sunshine said in a coaxing tone.

Ginny laid back down and took a deep breath. After a long silence, she finally managed to meekly utter, “Umm, boys. Just… having sex with cute boys. That’s what I thought about. That’s all.”

Ginny quietly deflated while she heard Nurse Sunshine scribbling on her clipboard. It was far from an honest answer. In fact, it was a downright dishonest answer. And she knew it probably came off just as dishonest as it was, given her exhausted, lackluster, and humiliated delivery.

But it was the best Ginny could do under the circumstances. Because the truth was, even Ginny herself often had trouble understanding the things, people, and scenarios that turned her on in her most secretive fantasies…

“And… that’s it! All done with the questionnaire,” Nurse Sunshine suddenly announced, partially snapping Ginny out of her daze. “Just need you to sign here, as usual,” she smiled, holding the clipboard out for Ginny to sign.

As she scribbled her name, part of Ginny remembered the grim nature of the legalese on the document she was signing, which suggested that she was now committing a serious crime by lying to the nurse about her incontinence in all the ways she just did.

But she was far too emotionally exhausted and drained to even bother thinking about that now.

“Alright! Now that that’s out of the way, we can finally begin the actual exam!” Nurse Sunshine said, snapping on a pair of latex gloves.

Ginny put her head back, practically collapsing back on the exam table in disbelief. She already felt totally drained, humiliated, worn out, and exhausted. She had to pee worse than ever. And the actual physical exam hadn’t even begun yet! At this point, she didn’t know how the day’s appointment could even get any worse.

Unfortunately for Ginny, she was about to discover that her humiliation at the hand of Nurse Sunshine that day had still only just barely begun.

And she was about to discover that the transition from psychological humiliation… to physical humiliation… was about to have consequences far more dramatic and lasting than she ever could have imagined.

TO BE CONTINUED

IN PART VII