Diapered at the Dentist: Part 6

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I hear whirring and scraping and various squirting and suction-ating as Dr. Owens and Erin continue their veiled dental work in my mouth. My head is now positioned so directly into the light above my head, I can see less than ever of what they’re doing, but at some point, it seems like they’re… gluing things on to my teeth.

Even still, my primary concern now is still the ever-worsening cramping and rumbling in my bowels.

I helplessly squirm against my full-body restraints as my tummy lets out another painful grumble, causing me to give a weak, open-mouth moan.

I hate myself now for throwing my childish tantrum about Erin changing my diaper instead of my Mommy. If I hadn’t, maybe they wouldn’t have subjected me to the horror of these ‘child safety restraints’. They were already humiliating and helplessness-inducing before. But now that I’m actively fighting non-stop waves of worsening cramps in my bowels, it’s practically torture that I can’t even cross my legs or twist at my waist to ease any of my discomfort.

Not to mention the dental gag they still have jammed in my mouth while they work. Maybe if they’d trusted me to be obedient enough to hold my mouth open for them myself, like a big girl, I’d be able to vocalize the request I now want more than anything else I’ve ever wanted in my life…

Please, let me run to the potty to go poop!

I’m still wearing my diaper, of course. But I never did that in my diapers!

Well, I hardly ever did, anyway. I almost always made it to the potty on time to go poopy, where my Mommy would untape my diaper for me while I ‘sat on the potty for poopies like a big girl’.

The only exceptions were a few times in the past when I had an unexpected really bad tummy ache. During those times, when I did have that type of accident, I always found the sensation of pooping my diaper unbearably humiliating. And suffering through the resulting diaper change, where my Mommy had to wipe my poopy butt, was even ten times worse. Afterwards, I always vowed to never poop my diaper like a complete baby again…

But now, as I continue to be trapped here in the dentist chair…

gurggle-grrrblrrurbr

The pressure in my tummy is only getting worse, and I’m worrying more and more that I’m having exactly the type of tummy-ache that led to my horrifically humiliating poopy accidents in the past…

No! I say to myself, squeezing my butt shut. There is no way I can do that now. Not with Erin and Dr. Owens both less than a foot away, staring down at me. It would be a humiliation I truly couldn’t bear.

I just need to keep holding it, I tell myself, squeezing my eyes shut and bearing down with all my might. I just need to wait long enough to use the potty, like the big girl I so desperately want to be.

I clench my fists as much as my pink safety mittens allow, curl my toes, and break into a hot sweat, painfully waiting for them to just finally finish their mysterious dental work.

Just a little longer… I whimper to myself over and over with my eyes closed. Just a little longer till I can finally go poopy like a big girl…

* * *

“Aaaaand… done!” I suddenly hear Dr. Owens say. I open my eyes to see him switch the light off above my head and climb to his feet.

Is it finally over? I ask myself with a sudden surge of hope, lifting my head.

“Her teeth will be ready for the next phase in a few minutes. I’ll be right back,” Dr. Owens says, stepping out of the room.

I slump in disappointment. No, it seems that they’re just taking a short break.

But even still, I realize, if they’re taking a break, maybe that means they’ll finally…

“Unnghh…Unnghh!” I start frantically grunting at Erin while she starts putting things away across the room. “Unnnnnnnnnnghh…Unhh!”

The cheek retractor gag continues to make my speech indecipherable. But I continue frantically grunting all the same, desperately trying to get her attention.

At last, Erin turns around and smiles at me. “Aww, don’t worry, sweetie, we’re not quite done yet. You sit tight, we’re just taking a short break, and we’ll be back over there to continue taking care of you in a minute.”

She turns away. I slump in frustration and renewed disappointment.

Grrrrrrbblllrrrlrlrlrr.

I jerk from another sudden painful spasm in my tummy. I need to poop worse than I’ve ever pooped in my life. I know it’s now or never.

“Unnngghh… Unnnnggghhhh! Unnngghh… Unnngghh… Unnnnggghhhh!” I keep grunting as loud as I can, again and again, as I writhe and struggle against my restraints. While I struggle and grunt, I’m also forced to suffer the twin humiliation of balancing my desperate activity against the fear that my exertion might… loosen things up for me downstairs more than they already are.

Finally, Erin turns around again and approaches me. “Aww, what’s wrong, hon?” She asks.

“Unnngghh! Unnngghh!” I continue grunting, praying for her to just take the stupid gag out of my mouth so I can finally just talk and explain my desperate need to go use the bathroom.

“Hmmm, well, let’s see,” she says. To my horror… she suddenly reaches down and checks my diaper!

“Well, you’re a little damp, sweetie, but I don’t think you’re anywhere close to needing a diaper change, yet,” she says, sticking her fingers in the leg bands of my diaper, then lifting the waistband to look down the front.

I stare back for a moment with wide eyes, shocked and humiliated by the unexpected, utterly infantilizing gesture. But then I regain my composure (or lack thereof) and start frantically grunting again and shaking my head.

Erin stares at me for another moment, as if genuinely trying to understand what the issue is. But then, she says, “Oh, I know what you want! Of course.”

I go quiet, suddenly hopeful that she finally understands. She looks me up and down. “Hmmmmm… Well, I suppose you have been a pretty good girl since your diaper change earlier. I reckon you’ve earned it. It’s only fair.”

I nearly pass out with relief. I’m certain she’s finally about to let me get up to use the bathroom. My tummy lets out another long and audible groan, making it clear she’s not a second too soon.

But then, to my confusion, she suddenly holds up a handheld mirror. “You must be dying to see them. Here you go, Buttercup!”

I gasp. Staring back at me… is a mouth full of shiny pink metal!

“Take a look at your adorable new braces!” She announces.

Braces! They’ve installed braces on my teeth! I say to myself, staring at my reflection in shock.

The braces are super big, each bracket seemingly the size of the tooth it’s installed on. They appear to be half-shiny silver, half-glittery pink, making my mouth look like that of a strange barbie robot. And I’m stunned by the transformation they cause for my entire face. I suddenly have a horrifically juvenile, cumbersome, child-like metal-mouth when I smile.

“Normally, we’d let you pick out the color,” Erin explains, “But your Mommy was so upset about your acting up earlier, she said you lost that privilege, so she picked for you. But I wouldn’t be too upset. You look adorable in pink!”

As I continue staring at my mouth in awe, I’m distracted for a moment from my urgent bathroom needs.

Braces, I continue to reflect. I suppose I could have expected that’s what they were doing to my teeth. And yet, it still feels utterly humiliating that they didn’t even bother to tell me that’s what they were going to be doing.

I run my tongue toward the front of my mouth, feeling the jagged edges with fascination. They seem to still be missing the wire I’ve seen on braces in the past. I guess it’s not so bad, I tell myself. Even though now, even if I was able to hide my diaper, these braces somehow now make me look about half my actual age…

“Alright, Buttercup, we still need to run the wire through them, so you just sit tight. Dr. Owens will be back in a minute to... oh! There he is now,” Erin says as the door to the room opens.

Erin gets back up to her feet… and I suddenly remember my drastic predicament.

Grrrbrbbrbrlrllrrr… My bowels erupt in another loud groan, causing me to almost violently spasm in pain. The pressure now feels unbearable.

“Unnngghh! Unnngghh!” I start frantically grunting again.

But this time, they both ignore me.

“Alright, where were we,” Dr. Owens says as he sits down and flips the light above my head back on.

“I’ve got everything prepped to start running the wire,” Erin says, handing him a tray of new tools.

“Unnngghh! Unnngghh! Unnngghh!!!” I continue violently grunting and writhing in attempt to get their attention.

But Dr. Owens continues as if I wasn’t making a sound, merely grabbing my face and adjusting it to his liking again. He continues talking with Erin in a calm voice as he grabs his tools, about to resume his work in my mouth.

But this time… I don’t hold my head still and cooperate. Not anymore. I can’t.

“Unnngghh! Unnngghh! Unnnnnngggggghh!!!” I grunt and wildly flail my head, turning it back and forth in protest, psychically begging them to just let me go potty.

Dr. Owens pauses for a second, as if waiting for me to finally calm down. But I only grunt and flail my head even more.

Finally, he sighs and looks up at Erin in frustration. “Alright, what’s the problem with her? Is her diaper leaking again already?”

“No, I just checked it,” Erin replies.

I continue flailing and grunting, praying that they just finally do the obvious thing and pop the gag out of my mouth so I can explain what’s wrong!

Dr. Owens stares down at me for another moment, then lets out an even longer sigh. “Alright, this is clearly going to be a problem. Can you try just popping her retractor out to see if she needs something?” He says to Erin.

I grunt in agreement, excitedly nodding my head. Erin reaches forward and…

Schlorp! My mouth is suddenly finally freed! I’m ecstatic.

“Bathroom!” I immediately shout, wasting no time, despite being out of breath. “I need to go potty! Let me up to go use the bathroom, please!”

I don’t know why, but I expect them to immediately let me up. But instead… they both look at me for a moment with blank expressions. Then they look at each other.

There’s another sudden painful rumble in my gut, making me lurch forward against my restraints. “Did you hear me? I said I have to go potty. It’s an emergency!” I plead.

Finally, Erin says in a soft voice, “Is that it, hon?”

“Ummm, yeah,” I answer, slightly confused. “I just need you to let me up so I can run and go potty real fast.”

There’s another worrying moment of hesitation. Then, to my horror, Erin calmly reaches down to retrieve the dental gag.

“What are you… please, don’t… I… hmhmhmhmgg,” I grunt, my words cut off as I’m roughly gagged yet again!

I stare up at Erin in confused horror and betrayal.

“Sorry, hon,” Erin says in a soft voice. “But the safety restraints can’t come off till we’re all done working in your mouth. You’re just going to have to hold it a little longer like a big girl, okay?”

I’m mortified beyond words, and even more incensed. I can’t believe this is happening. My gut lets out a cacophony of deafeningly loud, painful gurgles. I resume flailing my head wildly and shrieking muffled squeals as loud as I can.

I yank my arms and kick my legs as hard as possible, giving the restraints around my ankles and wrists as much resistance as I possibly can. It’s hard to believe they’re not on the verge of breaking.

“Alright, it looks like we’re going to need the level two restraints. Let’s do the head, first,” I hear Dr. Owens say to Erin as he gets to his feet.

Suddenly, I feel what seems like blocks of thick foam being pushed in on either side of my head. Then a thick strap is pulled over the top of my forehead. Before I know it, I feel my head being tightly strapped down into a sort of tight, foam restraint helmet.

I suddenly realize I can no longer move my head, no matter how hard I try! It’s like it’s suddenly locked in place by this strange suffocating head brace.

Then, as I kick and flail my arms and legs as much as I can against their wrist and foot cuffs, I suddenly feel my limbs being pinned down even further by a wave of new straps!

Out of my periphery, I see Erin systematically strapping me down even tighter, applying new restraints over my elbows, my knees, my thighs, my biceps, my chest and waist…

Before I know it, I can’t move an inch of any part of my body!

I begin to panic, suddenly relishing the incredible relative freedom I realize now that I had before this cruel new wave of restraints.

And that’s when they perform their bondage coup de grace…

As I strain my teary eyes, desperately trying to see anything of what’s going on around me, my head trapped staring directly up into the bright exam light above me…

I’m suddenly plunged into darkness.

It takes me a moment to make sense of it, it happens so fast. But then I realize…

A blindfold. They’ve just effortlessly covered my eyes with a blindfold, and strapped it down to my head.

In horror, I realize that I’m now totally sightless. Unable to even detect the light that was previously so painfully shining directly into my eyes. I’m no longer even allowed the dignity of seeing the restraints so tightly wrapped around every inch of my body, denying me even the smallest iota of physical autonomy…

I feel a sudden wave of unspeakable helplessness as this new level of sensory deprivation and captivity sets in.

It’s like I’m totally blind and physically paralyzed… but still forced to helplessly feel the discomfort of them working in my mouth, and the horrifically intense cramps in my bowels. And still forced to helplessly hear their utterly demeaning conversation about me while I remain literally trapped at their fingertips, totally and utterly at their mercy.

“There we go!” Erin says to me in a singsong voice, giving the restraint on my chest one more pull for good measure. “Nice and safe and secure while we get to work finishing up all your fun new dental work.”

I go quiet, still overwhelmed in silent panic from the new level of sensory deprivation and helplessness I’m now forced to suffer.

Dr. Owens seems to waste no time getting back to work. I feel him start running the wire between the brackets of my braces.

After a moment, I finally catch my breath. Then I start grunting again. Quiet, at first, but steadily growing louder.

But unlike the last time, I’m no longer grunting to try to get their attention.

Instead, I’m now grunting for a different reason entirely…

* * *

“Unnngghh…” I grunt softly in my private darkness, as I feel my back passage slowly opening against my will.

At the same time, I feel Dr. Owens start tightening the wire between my braces for the first time.

I moan as an unbearably thick log starts forcing its way out of my poop shoot. It feels like my asshole is being stretched wider and wider and wider…

While Dr. Owens twists his dental pliers, and a dull, aching pressure erupts across my teeth, the braces suddenly pushing everything wider apart.

“Unnngghh!!!” I grunt and writhe against my restraints, sweating and groaning from the unbearable pressure…

That is, the pressure in my teeth and the pressure in my bowels, both melding in the most perverse way. Both sensations utterly unique, humiliating, inescapable and all-encompassing. The tightening and loosening. The surrender and helplessness. The absolute loss of my most basic control…

I’m slowly, uncontrollably pooping my diaper while my dentist tightens my braces.

Dr. Owens twists again and I bellow.

But this time, my wails are solely due to the sudden explosion of crackling pain I feel below, as my asshole suddenly spreads wider than it has ever spread before…

I realize I must have been constipated, because my stool is unbearably hard. I continue pushing out the massive log of firm poop with all my might. It hits the back of my waiting diaper and stops, out of room.

I try to lift my ass from the seat to make more room for it to go, but the countless restraints now binding my body to the chair make that impossible.

But with my bowels now in total control of my body, I take a deep breath and reflexively just bear down all the harder.

The massive poo furiously pushes deeper into the seat of my diaper and rapidly spreads across the seat of my diapered bottom, quickly smearing and squishing in a humiliating, infantile mud across my ass cheeks. I shudder from the filthy sensation, but can only push harder.

At least my bowels reach a brief stopping point, allowing me to breathe, just as Dr. Owens finishes tightening the top section of my teeth.

I try to catch my breath, but before I know it, Dr. Owens is already working on the bottom row of my teeth.

There’s a sudden new surge of pressure and pain in my mouth. And my body reacts by tensing up and bearing down once again…

“Unnngghh… Unnngghh… Unnngghh!!! I grunt as I push out the next wave of my long-held-back poop, this one much softer than the first. It squishes and splooshes into my crinkly baby diaper like a disgusting spurting mud slide.

The waves of pressure happen again and again, my whole body trembling in sweaty exertion.

I try to catch my breath every time Dr. Owens lets up on the pressure he’s applying to readjust his grip or move on to the next tooth. And with every breath, I burn brighter red with embarrassment and surprise, as I feel more and more massive gushes of my poop involuntarily dumping into my already full diaper.

Again and again, I unconsciously bear down, the seismic ton of my naughty mess squishing further and further into my crinkly diaper, packing my filthy mess against every inch of my bottom, my thighs… my groin.

But at last… the waves of pressure begin to give way to waves of indescribable relief. I curl my toes, the sensation of my bowels finally being free from their cramps practically euphoric.

Similarly, when the pressure in my mouth lets up for a moment, I nearly gasp in bizarre ecstasy.

Finally… Dr. Owens pulls his tools out of my mouth.

And finally… my bowels are totally empty.

I take a deep breath, and to top it all off…

Hisssssssssssss.

My bladder involuntarily releases its pressure as well, adding a nice gush of hot pee into the crotch of my already sodden mess.

I take a deep breath…

And collapse back into the dental chair in limp exhaustion, my body still buzzing with unimaginable relief.

* * *

“And… there we go. All done with the wire,” Dr. Owens says to Erin.

I gasp in the darkness of my blindfold, desperately catching my breath, heaving for oxygen as if I’ve just climbed a mountain.

I sense Dr. Owens and Erin step away for a moment, and a cool AC breeze comes over my sweat-covered body.

I finally start to calm down and catch my breath. A fresh sense of incredible relief washes over me as I realize it’s finally over. Dr. Owens is finished tightening my braces… and I’m finished relieving my bowels.

But my sense of relief is cruelly short lived. Reality quickly begins to set in.

I suddenly become acutely aware of just how hot and muddy my ass now feels with the massive load I just dumped into the seat of my crinkly disposable.

Waves of sudden self-consciousness begin crashing over me.

I burn bright red in mortified humiliation as I finally regain my senses enough to know what I’ve just done.

I’ve pooped my diaper.

I can barely believe it. I’ve involuntarily pooped my diaper. Filled it with my naughty, stinky mess because I couldn’t manage to hold it like a big girl.

I try to move my legs and hips just the tiniest bit, and I immediately cringe and tear up as I feel the hot mess under my butt spreading, sloshing, bubbling and squishing into every nook and cranny of my crinkly protection.

What’s worse is that I still can’t see. And while it sounds like Erin and Dr. Owens stepped away for a moment, I have no idea what’s going on around me as I remain sitting naked in the dental chair, with a diaper filled with my fresh, warm, poopy mess.

After a moment, I suddenly feel Dr. Owens plunge his fingers back into my mouth. I assume he’s resuming his work, whatever that might be. But now, I can’t think about anything but the sticky, warm mess squishing under my butt.

The utter helplessness of my disgusting, poopy diaper begins to set in.

I can’t get up and clean myself off. I can’t cover it up or change positions. I can’t even politely ask for a diaper change.

All I can do now is helplessly sit in my warm, poopy mess while the adults continue their work on me. Helplessly trapped in the darkness of my blindfold. Helplessly gagged by their dental tools. Helplessly squishing in my miserable poopy diaper, because I helplessly pooped my pants like an unpotty-trained toddler.

I start tearing up. I suddenly feel more babyish than I’ve ever felt in my life.

And the worst part is, now as I start to cry, the blindfold makes it so nobody else can see my tears. That means that I don’t even get to receive the utterly humiliating, babyish comfort of Erin giving me my stuffy to hug.

And right now, I would give anything to squeeze Mr. Hippo. Just like the pathetic, poopy little diaper baby that I now know I am.

END OF PART VI