Ginny’s Incontinence Procedure — Part 4

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Ginny climbed out of her car in front of her incontinence doctor’s office… Shlorp… and suddenly cringed.

She froze as she felt her extra-thick diaper sag down between her legs. She suddenly realized it was way heavier and wetter than she expected. She grimaced as she felt its unexpected warmth squishing into her groin, drooping with the hot, stinky wetness of her fresh pee.

Ginny realized she must have lost control of her bladder far more than she expected on just her drive over to her appointment. She reached down, squeezed the squishy diaper sog against her groin, and felt the familiar surge of embarrassment and shame at her seemingly ever-worsening incontinence.

To the outside observer it might appear more appropriate than ever, then, that Ginny was there for her incontinence doctor’s appointment.

After all, the state of her nearly fully soaked diaper indicated that she had a serious incontinence issue, to say the least!

There was just one problem.

Ginny had been hiding the fact that she’d been wearing diapers full-time from her incontinence nurse and doctor for weeks now. Ever since she first purchased them after her unbearably humiliating public pants-wetting at Walmart. And the last thing she wanted them to know was that she was currently peeing herself as helplessly as a non-potty-trained baby.

In fact, during her last four incontinence surgery follow-up appointments, Ginny had vehemently, blatantly lied to her incontinence nurse, Nurse Sunshine, insisting she wasn’t having any incontinence issues at all anymore. Not even so much as a spare leak.

Of course, nothing could be further from the truth. Every day, Ginny’s diapers were getting heavier and heavier with her seemingly endless gallons of involuntary piss pouring out from her bladder at totally unpredictable intervals and times of day.

So much so, she had been forced through trial and error to eventually invest in the thickest, heaviest diapers money could buy online. And even then, she found the diapers stretched to their limits by the rate at which she soaked them.

For all intents and purposes, Ginny was now hopelessly, utterly dependent on her thick adult diapers, lest she drench her pants at any time of day.

It was a fact that filled Ginny with worsening shame and humiliation every moment she remembered her current pathetic infantile potty-struggles—standing outside her incontinence doctor’s office now with a heavy, sagging, warm diaper full of piss between her legs was no exception.

And yet, despite the fact that her incontinence issue was clearly in a tailspin, that she was peeing herself more helplessly than ever, she just couldn’t tell Nurse Sunshine the truth about how bad her incontinence had gotten, even during their bi-weekly ‘surgical follow-up’ appointments. Especially now that it would also mean admitting to Nurse Sunshine that she’d been lying for weeks now about the actual state of her continence.

And the simple reason was shame.

Ginny just couldn’t fess up to Nurse Sunshine that she was as diaper dependent as a baby now… because Ginny blamed herself for it. That is, her own infantile inadequacy to potty like a big girl. And she sensed they would feel the same way, and blame her too.

After all, it had been months now since Dr. Mallory performed the incontinence corrective surgery on Ginny. According to the nurse, Ginny should have been totally healed by now, all temporary side effects of the surgery gone, her continence fully restored.

But Ginny’s bladder control was in a worse state than ever.

To Ginny, this meant that she could no longer have any physical-medical reason for her accidents. After all, that’s exactly what the top-tier surgery she received was designed to resolve.

That left only one alternative. Her accidents were just due to her moral failing as a person. Her inability to just go potty like a big girl, instead of in her pants like a baby.

Privately, Ginny’s hope now was just that her incontinence would clear up on its own in time. She was too embarrassed to admit the truth to her nurse, and too deep into her non-stop lies. Instead, she had just wished she could stop the invasive, embarrassing follow-up appointments with Dr. Mallory’s office and just hope for the best going forward.

But unfortunately for Ginny, her hopes of her incontinence resolving itself on its own were diminishing more and more each day. With each heavy, sopping wet diaper she was forced to drop from her hips throughout the day with a big splat—followed by baby wipes, powder, and a new diaper—Ginny was beginning to feel that her diaper dependency was only going to get worse, no matter what she did.

And just as unfortunately, Ginny learned that stopping the embarrassing follow-up appointments just wasn’t an option available to her, despite how badly she wanted to.

* * *

It was less than a week after Ginny’s defining, ultra-humiliating Walmart pants-wetting accident—and her subsequent shameful adoption of diapers—when her phone rang one morning.

“Hello, Ginny, this is Nurse Sunshine. I’m calling because you missed your incontinence follow-up appointment yesterday!” Nurse Sunshine said.

“Oh! Uhh…” Ginny stammered, pressing the phone to her ear as she sat up in bed in her squishy, ultra-soaked overnight diaper. She was still getting used to wetting the bed now, something she didn’t remember doing since she was a little kid.

“It’s okay, everyone misses an appointment here and there,” the nurse continued. “But we do need to reschedule for when you are available, hopefully by the end of this week.”

Ginny had canceled the appointment—or at least she tried to—after she reluctantly started wearing diapers again that week, because she just couldn’t bear to discuss the regression of her continence with Nurse Sunshine, who she knew would be disappointed at the very least. Really, Ginny just knew she could do without the embarrassing, often invasive regular follow-up appointments for now, and she just wanted to give her potty-issues some time to hopefully heal on their own.

“Oh!” Ginny nervously squeaked. “Actually, I thought I left a voicemail canceling the appointment yesterday. Sorry if you didn’t get it. But actually, I don’t think I need any more follow-ups, so we don’t need to reschedule. Thank you, though!”

There was an unexpected silence on the line.

“Hon, the nature of your surgical intervention necessitates a year of follow-up appointments, at least twice a month. So we do need to schedule that next appointment,” Nurse Sunshine said calmly but firmly.

Ginny’s eyes bulged out of her head. A year of follow-up appointments? Were they serious?

“Thank you, but that’s okay. I’d really just like to cancel them for now, anyway, please, thank you,” Ginny said in a shaky voice, feeling more nervous and shy by the second. The fact that her mind was also pre-occupied by the thick, soaking wet diaper under her butt certainly didn’t help matters.

“I’m sorry, Ginny, but that’s really not an option,” Nurse Sunshine said.

“… huh?” Ginny squeaked. “What do you mean?”

“Ginny, sweetie,” Nurse Sunshine said, speaking in a tone as if explaining to a kindergartener why they weren’t allowed to play in traffic. “You signed a contract when you received your surgical incontinence intervention for free. Part of receiving that normally immensely costly surgery for free, was that you agreed to attend your full-schedule of follow-up appointments over the following year, so that we can monitor your condition and document it for Dr. Mallory’s clinical research purposes.

“Like I said, canceling just really isn’t an option for you, because not showing up would constitute a breach of contract, and you would immediately be billed for the full cost of the surgery. Which would be in the very high six figures. And would certainly ruin your life with bottomless debt. Nobody wants that,” Nurse Sunshine explained.

Ginny’s heart sunk. Did she really agree to that? Ginny flashed back to the stack of paperwork she had signed before the surgery, much of it without reading. There was no reason for her to believe she didn’t agree to it. She suddenly hated herself for not reading the fine print more carefully. Not that she would have anticipated her recent embarrassing ‘diaper problems’ that prompted her to want to cancel her follow-ups, anyway…

“If it helps, darling, you can just think of these like regular ‘incontinence check-ups’, for you, going forward,” Nurse Sunshine added.

“Uh-huh…” Ginny practically whispered, the situation still sinking in. She felt like she was going to be sick as she realized Nurse Sunshine was right. Canceling wasn’t an option. She realized she really was obligated to keep up with her regular follow-up / check-up appointments, no matter how little she wanted to at this point.

“So then,” Nurse Sunshine said in a cheery tone, “how’s Thursday at 3pm?”

“You got it…” Ginny murmured in dismay, unconsciously reaching down to nervously rub and squish the warm, soggy diaper bulge that had developed between her legs while she reflected on her situation, much like a philosopher might rub their chin.

* * *

Ginny’s first (now apparently mandated) check-up appointment after that phone call was just a few days later.

In the lead up to the appointment, Ginny was gripped by indecision regarding whether or not to tell Nurse Sunshine the truth about the state of her continence since they last met about two weeks prior.

That is, Ginny was now wearing diapers every day since her humiliating accident at Walmart. And worse yet, every day, she was filling those diapers faster than she expected, and proving to herself she truly needed them.

In fact, in just the days immediately following the Walmart incident, Ginny quickly grew convinced enough that she now needed diapers (at least in the short term), she already ordered several more cases. She even ordered the cases of adult diapers in several different styles and sizes, so she could hopefully find diapers that fit her better and were more absorbent than the cheap Walmart pull-ups, which she quickly realized she was going through like tissues—just wetting once before she already needed to change.

Part of Ginny knew she needed to tell Nurse Sunshine the truth at her appointment about the state of her incontinence and newly developed diaper dependence. That’s what the incontinence nurse was there for, right!?

And yet, Ginny also found herself still desperately wanting to avoid telling her. A big part of the reason why, was anticipating the humiliation of having to admit to another human out loud the horrifying, mortifying truth… Ginny was back in diapers. Like a pathetic, drooling baby. So far, she hadn’t told a soul, and she hopefully wanted to keep her shameful little secret to herself till the grave.

But perhaps a bigger reason was that Ginny was beginning to doubt Nurse Sunshine and Dr. Mallory could do anything to help her worsening incontinence, anyway. If they already did the surgery, what else could they do when she told them… except laugh at her that she still couldn’t use the potty properly? Why subject herself to that for no reason? Hadn’t she been through enough humiliation?

But after carefully weighing both options, Ginny came to her senses, and ultimately decided not telling her incontinence nurse the truth about her diapers would be ridiculous. Despite her indescribable embarrassment, Ginny resolved to tell Nurse Sunshine everything during that next appointment. After all, how could she get help with her ever-worsening incontinence problem if they didn’t even know about it?

The day of the appointment arrived.

And as Ginny walked through the door of the doctor’s office, with her Walmart pull-up concealed beneath her jeans, she was still steeling herself to tell Nurse Sunshine the embarrassing truth.

She had butterflies in her tummy. But she knew she had to do it. And she was ready to.

And Ginny really was going to do it, too.

Except when she got into the exam room, Nurse Sunshine happened to casually bring up a topic that stopped Ginny’s plan dead in its tracks.

* * *

Nurse Sunshine was checking Ginny in and performing her routine vitals, when she happened to make small talk about Ginny’s condition. The comments were seemingly meant to be encouraging… but in reality, they were anything but.

“How was your week? Everything still going well?” Nurse Sunshine asked while she wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Ginny’s arm.

“Uhhh… uh-huh…” Ginny mumbled, the thermometer in her mouth preventing her from saying much else.

“Good, good,” Nurse Sunshine said, taking the thermometer out of Ginny’s mouth and writing down the temperature a moment later.

Ginny took a deep breath. “Well, actually… there was one small thing…” Ginny just barely started to quietly say, when Nurse Sunshine started talking again, cutting her off, apparently not hearing Ginny’s meek attempt to speak up.

“You know, you are so lucky to be one of my good patients,” Nurse Sunshine said in an offhand way. “Mature and smart enough to nip the little panty leakage issue you had in the bud. Sure, you had a few little accidents that you needed panty-liners for for a little bit, but I promise, that’s nothing.

“Because my god, you wouldn’t believe some of the patients we have in here. In fact, I was just seeing a young girl, just a few years younger than you… and believe it or not, she’s wearing diapers. Diapers! At her age! She’s choosing to wear crinkly, infantile, baby-like diapers. Doesn’t that just make you cringe, and your skin crawl? Like, my god, diapers at her age? Could you imagine anything so pathetic?” Nurse Sunshine remarked.

Ginny’s eyes almost bulged out of her head. But she zipped her lips, terrified to speak.

“And we know it’s just because the girl doesn’t want to get potty-trained,” Nurse Sunshine continued. “Of course, she’s whining to her Mom and Dad about how she needs the diapers. How she can’t help but wet herself without them.

“And her naive parents are buying it, poor saps. Even though I tried to explain to them that the incontinence surgery she had means that she was cured of any physical cause of her supposed incontinence.

“The real reason that girl is wearing diapers is obvious to any incontinence medical professional, of course. It’s the only possible reason a girl that age would still be wearing diapers after her physical incontinence was expertly, surgically cured. It’s clearly some sort of latent onset developmental disability, combined with either extreme laziness, extreme selfishness, extreme stubbornness, or extremely severe infantile mental deficiency, or some combination of all four, that’s preventing her from wanting to get potty-trained like an adult. That’s the only explanation for why she apparently doesn’t care to even try to use the potty like a big girl. Even after her incontinence was surgically cured, instead of using the toilet, she apparently still prefers to just pee in a warm, soggy diaper! Can you imagine being a grown woman choosing to fester in your own soggy urine-soaked diaper? Eww!” Nurse Sunshine laughed and gave an exaggerated shiver of disgust.

“I mean seriously, it took all I had not to immediately order an involuntary psych hold and evaluation for the girl against her parent’s wishes, for what must clearly be severely impaired mental-emotional capabilities. Because how else would you explain a near-adult apparently choosing to waddle around in a stinky diaper, like a pathetic, stinking, pants-pooping baby?

“And honestly? Even if the girl had a real, legitimate medical reason to be leaking pee—which she didn’t, because she had her corrective surgery—only a truly infantile brain would find it acceptable to wear diapers at her age. Panty pads and liners are one thing. You gotta do what you gotta do. But big, bulky, crinkly, adult-sized baby-like diapers?? When you’re not under the age of 3, or over the age of 83? Absolutely not.

“In fact, just between you and me, Dr. Mallory usually has an unwritten policy that she won’t even see patients suffering from incontinence who choose to wear diapers like a baby, who aren’t literally toddlers or extremely elderly. In her opinion, a patient voluntarily donning such an infantile garment is proof that the patient has no genuine interest in potty-training… or adulthood at all, for that matter. The patient is clearly content to just regress back to the maturity-level of a pathetic, smelly, dirty-diaper infant.

“Just imagine the pathetic reality of such a thing. Walking around like a 5 foot toddler with a big ol’ crinkle-bottom reeking of peepee, practically begging for a Mommy to check the back of your pants and change you due to your own incompetence and lack of shame, decency, and self-respect. I swear…” Nurse Sunshine said, shaking her head and looking off.

Ginny stared in silence, her cheeks red as tomatoes, her eyes wide as saucers. She was truly flabbergasted.

“Anyway, sorry, dear, I didn’t mean to rant at you,” Nurse Sunshine said as she removed Ginny’s blood pressure cuff. “I know that probably wasn't the most ethical disclosure of other patient’s medical information, but I couldn’t help it. It just drives me so crazy trying to help patients become real adults in this job, and to see them instead choose to debase themselves out of their own infantile moral failings.

“The bottom line is, I just wanted to share all that, because I wanted to make you feel good and let you know just how proud and accomplished you should feel compared to some of the other…embarrassments, for lack of a better word… we encounter in an office like this,” Nurse Sunshine said.

“Oh, yeah… no problem,” Ginny uttered with the tiniest squeak.

“Anyway, dear, I think you might have been about to say something before, before I accidentally cut you off,” Nurse Sunshine said as she continued taking notes on her clipboard. “What were you saying?”

“Ummm…. nothing!” Ginny squeaked again, her whole face now as red as a tomato.

And as Ginny sat there on the exam table while the appointment resumed, no matter how desperately she tried to calm down and stop blushing in overpowering shame, she just couldn’t stop focusing 110% of her attention on the now seemingly deafening crinkle of the diaper under her bottom…

And the fact that she could feel it had just become very warm, soggy and wet.

* * *

Perhaps needless to say, after Nurse Sunshine’s unexpectedly blunt remarks revealing her true opinions about adults who wore diapers, Ginny no longer had anywhere near the courage required to utter a peep about her recent diaper dependence. Certainly not during the rest of that appointment, anyway.

Instead, Ginny spent the rest of the appointment fervently lying about just how great her continence was now, answering the nurse’s questions about her continence over the previous two weeks in such a way to suggest she hadn’t even come close to anything like an accident. All while she prayed the nurse didn’t hear the crinkle of the diaper just under her pants, or detect the faint acrid odor of her latest involuntary wetting, or heaven forbid, have her undress out of her street clothes, which they sometimes had her do.

But somehow, by the grace of god, Ginny made it through the rest of the exam without Nurse Sunshine discovering her diaper. Or at least, that’s what Ginny could only assume when she left, as surely the nurse would have immediately commented on it if she did notice it, given the anti-diaper rant she had gone on just minutes ago.

But as Ginny walked out of the doctor’s office that day, as much as she recognized how lucky she was that her embarrassing little secret hadn’t been discovered…

She was devastated by crushing feelings of infantile shame, humiliation, and remorse. Worse than anything she’d felt about her diapers yet.

For one, hearing Nurse Sunshine’s scathing view about the infantile nature of the adult diapers Ginny now depended on, seemed to confirm her very worst fears… and then some.

As Ginny walked out the door to the parking lot, she suddenly had to pause for a moment… and accidentally release a massive river of her fresh hot pee into her already wet diaper.

Then, to her horror, she felt the diaper start heavily leaking pee into her pants, forcing her to start hustling across the parking lot to get to her car before anyone noticed her accident.

It was just another example of how her diapers were already devastatingly humiliating. Squishy. Wet. Crinkly. Embarrassing. But now, with Nurse Sunshine’s harsh words echoing in her mind, she felt more ashamed than ever of the soggy squishy wetness between her legs she was forced to speed-waddle across the parking lot with.

But in addition to the heightened sense of humiliation about the diapers themselves, Ginny somehow felt even ten times more ashamed and humiliated about something else…

That she couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t tell Nurse Sunshine the truth about her worsening incontinence, like she planned to, and so desperately needed to. And now she highly doubted she would ever be able to, after she so vehemently lied today.

Of course, it was easy to understand why Ginny felt like she was no longer in a position to tell Nurse Sunshine about her diapers during the appointment, given everything Nurse Sunshine had said at the beginning.

And yet… as Ginny plopped down in the seat of her car, her diaper overflowing and soaking her bottom and the driver’s seat with her pee, she teared up as she realized how badly she blew it.

She knew that Nurse Sunshine and Dr. Mallory were likely the only ones in the world now who had any chance of ever helping her with her ever-worsening, humiliating incontinence.

But Ginny had been too scared to admit the truth. She’d been too afraid to take responsibility for her accidents. She’d been… too much of a baby to admit she needed help.

She suddenly felt like a toddler who had run off to the corner of the house to poop their diaper, but was now too shy and embarrassed to ask their Mommy to change them, despite how stinky and uncomfortable they were.

Ginny thought about Nurse Sunshine’s description of her previous patient, and Ginny couldn’t help but consider that Ginny also apparently preferred to sit in her cool, leaking diaper in her car, than get through the embarrassment of asking for help.

Ginny teared up as she realized the fact that she so blatantly lied about her diaper dependency only further proved what Nurse Sunshine was saying about diapered patients like her…

They were pathetic babies who couldn’t deal with the most basic demands of adulthood.

Like telling the truth… or going potty on the toilet instead of their pants.

* * *

Ginny spent the days following that appointment absolutely shattered.

With Nurse Sunshine’s disparaging words about adults who wore diapers still swirling in her mind, Ginny desperately tried to go without diapers at all anymore.

The experiment hardly lasted a couple days—with Ginny staying at home, aggressively soaking pair after pair of her pants, as she tried in vain to just hold it and only go potty properly like a big girl—until finally, she collapsed in tears of defeat, and pulled a fresh diaper up around her crotch again in sheer surrender.

She knew now her days of leaving the house without a diaper on were officially over. And even her days of not leaving her house without a diaper were also over, if she didn’t want to spend all week cleaning the stench of her urine out of her furniture.

As the weeks passed, Ginny grew to rely on thicker and thicker diapers. Tabbed, medical, ultra-absorbent, ultra-crinkly, super-babyish adult diapers by mail that would have made her cry just several weeks ago, if she were able to foresee what utterly humiliatingly infantile garments she would soon be forced to depend on to stay dry.

And she still managed to soak them faster and faster each day.

Ginny remained begrudgingly committed to her lie about having zero incontinence issues for her next ‘check-up’ appointment, much for the same reason as before.

And the same for the appointment after that. Except at that next appointment, she was unexpectedly presented with yet another reason to maintain her lie. One that was potentially far more dramatic.

At that next appointment, after Nurse Sunshine verbally walked Ginny through the long questionnaire about Ginny’s continence that Ginny answered at every exam (recently choosing to lie at just about every question), Nurse Sunshine handed Ginny the clipboard in her hands to sign, which Ginny typically signed without reading.

But this time, having the good sense to remember that not reading the fine print was what got her into this mess in the first place, Ginny took a moment to read through the black and white writing on the paperwork in front of her.

To her horror, she discovered the following paragraph, which she realized she had apparently been signing every week:

Under penalty of perjury, the patient swears that her answers to the above issued medical questionnaire are accurate and honest to the very best of her ability. The patient attests that she has honestly represented all of her medical symptoms and issues related to or even possibly related to the surgical treatment received from the above provider. The patient swears, under penalty of perjury, that she has not concealed any relevant or pertinent details or changes in her ongoing recovery from or struggle with incontinence. The patient understands that her answers are being collected for the purposes of a federally licensed medical study, and that any omissions or misrepresentations may result in federal criminal or civil penalties.

Ginny felt like she was going to be sick. But she signed the document yet again and handed it back, knowing she was now more boxed in than ever with her ever worsening ‘diaper lie’.

Never in a million years would she have dreamed that being too scared to tell her nurse that she needed to wear diapers would have been a potential literal federal crime. But it looked like it did!

And given that she had already been lying for weeks now, she really had no choice but to commit ever-harder to her ruse. All while still holding on to the ever-fainter hope of her incontinence resolving on its own…

* * *

Ginny climbed out of her car out in front of Dr. Mallory’s office with her unexpectedly heavy, sagging, squishy diaper.

It had now been several weeks since Ginny first lied to Nurse Sunshine about her diaper dependency. She was there for another one of her mandatory ‘incontinence check-ups’. And she had no desire now to ever tell Nurse Sunshine the truth, given how many times she had lied now, and knowing it would mean facing the shame of admitting she had lied, as well as potentially facing serious legal consequences!

As Ginny squished her legs together, lamenting just how badly she soaked her heavy, stinky diaper, she wondered how she was going to get through her appointment that day while still hiding her chronic diaper dependency, as she’d so far managed to do for all her appointments thus far. Especially now that she was wearing an ultra-thick diaper currently soaked to the brim.

As Ginny stood there for a moment, thinking hard about what to do, she gently leaned against her car, and happened to also start unconsciously doing something she’d been reflexively doing for several weeks now when faced with pondering similarly challenging questions...

She furtively reached down to her crotch…

And began gently squeezing and massaging the mushy, peepee warmth of her soggy diaper against her groin for a sort of perverse comfort.

Ginny was hopelessly, humiliatingly dependent on her diapers. Every day, this fact filled her with unspeakable shame. It made her feel like a pathetic, stupid baby. She hated what a helpless, stinky, adult-toddler she was becoming…

And yet, at the same time, in the deepest recesses of her brain, she was also beginning to take a very special sort of profound, shameful comfort in her diapers, her warm wet, squishy, peepee-soaked diapers…

In only the way that a true baby could.

TO BE CONTINUED…

IN PART V