Diapered at the Dentist: Part 3

The following story contains adult content and is intended only for adult readers over the age of 18. Any characters depicted in adult situations are over the age of 18. This story is entirely fictional and has been written and shared for entertainment purposes only.

“Now, for this next part, I’m going to show you how to brush your teeth, okay, my little Buttercup?”

Erin, the beautiful dental hygienist, is kneeling down to talk to me about the next part of my dental cleaning. I do my best to calm down, wipe away my tears, and sit up in the dental chair.

“And if you’re extra good, you’ll even get to take this extra-pretty new toothbrush home with you!” she says, holding up a children’s toothbrush decorated with pink little ponies. It matches the embarrassing pink dental bib I’m still wearing.

The babyish toothbrush makes me blushy. Not to mention the Mr. Hippo stuffy I’m still hugging beneath my arm, and most of all, the sopping wet, squishy diaper I’m sitting in.

Then, to make me feel even more babyish, I go to grab the toothbrush… only to stop and remember the utterly humiliating, pink, bulky safety mittens that are still locked on my hands. As if the bib, stuffy, and diaper weren’t enough to make me feel like an utterly helpless, silly baby.

Seeing the mittens, I suddenly remember the pact Erin and I made at the beginning of my dental cleaning. She said she was going to take my mittens off half-way through if I kept my diaper dry. And I had been so desperate for her to finally check my diaper and take the humiliating things off.

But now, I’m suddenly desperately hoping that she’s forgotten about our little deal. Because if she remembers, that means she needs to check the state of my diaper. And I can’t bear the embarrassment of her seeing that I’d soaked my diaper like a naughty baby, so soon after I promised her I was a big girl who didn’t even need diapers at all.

I put my mittens back down, hoping not to remind her about them, while Erin squirts some bubble gum flavored toothpaste on the pink toothbrush in front of me.

“So, first, we put just a little bitty squirt of toothpaste on the brush. A little squirt, just like you,” she teases.

Part of me realizes she’s treating me like a baby again. And it’s the part of me that’s been upset about being treated like a stupid baby ever since I first walked into the dentist’s office with my Mommy not that long ago.

But now, a new part of me is coming to the surface. I realize that if I just giggle and go along with it, she maybe will forget about the mittens, and forget about checking my diaper. Or at least, forget about the part where I promised to keep it dry.

In a strange way, I realize there’s safety in her babying me. Because she’s not going to bother checking my diaper if I don’t fuss about the mittens or anything else. And then she’s not going to find out I was naughty and couldn’t hold it like a big girl, after all.

I giggle as Erin shows me the pretty pink toothbrush. And I suddenly feel like the peepee diaper I’m wearing is just my squishy little baby secret. One she won’t find out about if I’m just blushy and sweet and acting like a good little girl, instead of being so fussy like I was earlier, crying about wanting to be treated like a big kid.

“Then we open our mouths up wide… say Ahhhhh,” she instructs.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I say with a smile.

“There we go,” she says, putting the toothbrush in my mouth. “And then you see, we start all the way in the back here.”

I calm down and try my best to cooperate, letting go of what I was crying over before and relaxing while I allow her to brush my teeth.

It feels funny at first, having her brush my teeth for me while I sit there.

But then, it suddenly starts to even feel surprisingly nice.

“See, we’re just real gentle, with lots of little strokes back and forth, back and forth,” she says, massaging my gums and teeth.

I realize that the bubblegum toothpaste is even super yummy tasting!

As if on cue, Erin then explains, “Now you gotta remember, the toothpaste isn’t for swallowing, okay? Even though I’m sure it tastes super yummy to my little bubblegum Buttercup,” she teases.

“Otaaay,” I giggle.

“And as we brush our teeth, I like to sing a little song. Would you like to hear it?” She asks.

I nod.

“This is how we brush our teeth, brush our teeth, brush our teeth! This is how we brush our teeth, morning noon and night,” she sings to the tune of wheels on the bus, making me giggle.

As she massages my gums with the toothbrush, and my head nods back and forth, I start to close my eyes and enter a sort of blissful daze.

It feels so good, the way she’s gently rubbing inside my mouth. And the back and forth motion is strangely hypnotic.

I feel my soggy diaper squishing between my legs again. And I remember how much I peed in it earlier…

And how good it actually felt to release…

Hissss

I suddenly pee a little more!

But this time… I’m not struck with an attack of shame. Instead, it just feels kind of warm and tingly and good.

Perhaps because… I’m really just a little baby.

“Alright, and now we’re moving toward the front,” Erin says, getting up and readjusting her position.

Suddenly, Erin is leaning against me. And her weight… is suddenly pressing up against the crotch of my shortalls. Pressing up against my soggy diaper.

Squish. I feel my diaper being pressed into me, squished up into my most sensitive regions.

My eyes come open. The woman has no idea, of course, about the sensation she’s suddenly causing in my groin, as she continues rhythmically, gently, brushing my teeth.

“See, little strokes like this. Back and forth. Back and forth. Just gentle, little strokes, just putting gentle pressure in all the right spots,” she says, brushing my teeth while I sit before her, practically captive and at her mercy.

Something familiar stirs in me. Deep in my loins. My soggy, squishy, diapered loins.

The tingling desires in my groin are suddenly roaring back. Pulsing back to life stronger than ever, despite me totally giving up before, due to my paralyzing state of incontinence-induced humiliation.

I remember what happened last time. How I peed. The humiliation and loathing that filled me with. How it ended my tingly pleasure…

But this time… as I feel my warm, squishy diaper being pressed into me by this gorgeous, incredible woman… as she tends to and massages my gums with her magical toothbrush, holding my head, stroking me in my sensitive tongue and all around my mouth…

I don’t care about peeing in my diaper. In fact…

Hisssss

I suddenly pee again… and it feels electric in its pleasurable naughtiness. I’m peeing in my diaper while I’m still right in Erin’s arms. I’m making myself more soggy and naughty, right in her grasp, while she has no idea. ‘Cause it’s all in my squishy, stinky, diapee…

I’m not supposed to go peepee in my diapee! A voice in my head says. Why can’t I just hold it like a big girl?

Because I’m not a big girl! I suddenly answer to myself. I’m just a diaper-wetting baby… Just a little baby girl… just a little baby girl…

“I’m just a little baby girl!” I accidentally blurt my thoughts out loud, while Erin has her toothbrush still in my mouth.

My eyes shoot open. I blush, horrified by what I just said out loud. But Erin just looks down at me and giggles. And I giggle too.

Suddenly, I don’t care that I’m a baby girl… because I realize I can be her baby girl.

I’m just a naughty, little baby girl who needs her diapees, I repeat in my head, subtly rocking back and forth on my soggy diaper butt, practically in Erin’s arms as she tenderly cares for my mouth.

Brush. Brush. Brush.

Rub. Rub. Rub.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

I’m suddenly crazed with horniness. Worked up into an uncontrollable sexual lather by this woman.

The sensation of my squishy diaper and the frothy paste in my mouth. Both so filthy. Both so under this goddess’s complete control.

“I’m just a widdle baby…” I murmur with red cheeks, doe-eyes, and a diaper rapidly growing wetter and wetter and wetter.

I squeeze my legs together and writhe in my chair. Relishing in my squishy, peepee secret. My diaper pressing and squeezing into my pussy and ass… and the tingling in my groin growing more and more intense as I give it ever greater pressure and squeezes.

I throw my head back and start gasping with barely contained sexual indulgence. I have no idea if Erin knows what’s going on, and I don’t care. Toothpaste is pouring out of my mouth, down my chin, onto my bib. I’ve completely lost control of my bladder. I’m spraying hot piss into my crinkly diaper and stimulating my pussy with its warm, naughty flood.

“I’m so filthy, and stinky, and wet, in my naughty, stinky diapers…” I murmur just under my breath in my roiling sexual fervor.

Part of me is petrified she might hear my filthy, salacious, words. Part of me is just too out of control to care.

“Change my diapee… Miss Erin… change my filthy diapee because I’m just a stinky diapee baby…”

Suddenly, Erin pulls her toothbrush out of my mouth and turns to go retrieve something across the room.

I can’t stop myself. I throw my mitten covered hand down to my crotch…

And start pounding and rubbing my pussy through my diaper as hard as possible. Squeezing and pinching and rubbing and grabbing harder and harder and harder, despite the enormous safety mitten on my hand…

“Miss Erin!” I finally squeal at the top of my lungs. “I made a big soggy peepee in my diapee, and I need you to change me, ‘cause I’m just a naughty, stinky baby! AAAH EEH OOOHHH!!!”

My climax explodes into my hot and heavy diaper.

My pussy erupts with indescribable, shameful, pleasure.

And my whole body spasms and writhes while I helplessly shriek with indescribable euphoria.

“Aaaaahhhhhhaooooooohhhhhheeeeeeeaooooo…..” I moan and wail at the top of my lungs.

Until finally…

I give a massive final exhale…

And slump back into the dentist chair.

The most powerful orgasm of my life is finally over.

Blackness. For a moment.

And then…

The dentist office slowly comes back into view.

My vision is blurry.

I catch my breath and slowly sit up.

The reality of what I’ve just done slowly begins to sink in.

First, I feel the cold, saturated diaper clinging and smushed into my ass, leaking into the legs of my shortalls. I’m covered with toothpaste and drool down my chin, across my bib, and splattered everywhere across my shirt.

Then, I look up to see Erin. She’s standing near the cabinets, staring at me. She’s paused, her hands full of dental tools, her eyebrow raised.

And finally… my Mother.

She’s standing right behind me. Her arms are crossed. Her expression is a smoldering rage.

“Young lady,” she growls. “Just what on earth did I just catch you doing?”

And in a flash, my whole, little, diaper-dependent life, flashes before my eyes.

* * *

My heart pounds. I open my mouth to beg my Mommy for mercy…

But it’s too late. I’m already being ripped out of the dentist chair by the arm and spun around to face my Mommy.

“Young lady!” My Mommy screams. “I leave you in here for just a few minutes and I return to find you shamelessly diddling your privates, right out in the open for the whole world to watch!”

Before I can respond, she unhooks and drops my shortalls to the floor. In an instant, my soaking wet, drooping, yellow, soggy diaper is exposed for everyone to see.

“Not just diddling yourself, but diddling yourself in your soiled, sopping wet, pee-soaked diapers?!” She barks.

“Mommy, I— I— I—“ I stammer, choking up with sobs.

SMACK!

I’m silenced by a sudden, sharp blow to my behind.

Before I know what’s happening, my Mommy is sitting in the dentist chair, and I’ve been flung over her knee.

I realize I’m in the ‘spanking position’, and I begin to bawl. My Mommy had warned me about ’touching my naughty spots’ before. But she had never caught me so shamelessly masturbating. Let alone in public!

Tears of hot shame, regret, and humiliation pour down my cheeks as my mushy, pee-soaked, diaper-bottom is pushed high up in the air over my Mommy’s knee.

“Miss Erin! I am so, so sorry,” my Mommy says to the hygienist, who just seconds ago I was still lost in my private romantic fantasies with. “It looks like my naughty, naughty little diaper girl forgot her manners when we left the house this morning. I promise you, I’ve made it clear to her that such filthy, lewd, disgusting behavior is absolutely forbidden at any time, let alone in the presence of others.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Erin replies in a calm tone.

“Oh, dear, you don’t have to say anything. I hope you just don’t mind that I set my little one here straight, right here and now. This is one of the filthiest, most shameful, disgusting habits a girl of her potty-training level could ever be engaged in. And I think it’s important that I correct her out of her filthy public diaper masturbation habit right now, in order to make sure it never, ever happens again,” my Mommy shouts.

Hearing her frank description shouted loud enough for the whole dentist’s office to hear makes me burst into a wave of fresh, hot embarrassment from head to toe.

“Of course, do whatever you need to do,” Erin replies. “In fact, Buttercup and I had a little bargain earlier, that I might remove her safety mittens if she kept her diaper dry during her teeth cleaning. I guess I see that won’t be necessary, after all. I suppose it’s probably just best for you to handle this whole situation yourself at this point.”

I cringe as I remember how I had pleaded earlier with Erin to believe me that I was actually a big girl.

Then I grimace as I watch my Mommy retrieve her hairbrush from her purse.

I desperately want to scream to Erin for help. To beg her to rip me away from my Mommy’s arms and shield me from the severe punishment I know I’m about to endure.

But I don’t. Partly because I’m still able to recognize… what am I expecting? This is a woman at her job. She was just cleaning my teeth. She’s not my Mommy.

My Mommy is the one who has me over her knee right now. And everything she’s saying is true. I did shamefully defile myself in my filthy diaper right beneath this stranger, right in public.

I suddenly feel my Mommy’s hand grabbing the ass of my soaking wet, saturated diaper. Squish. Squish. Squish.

“My god, I could tell this diaper was soaked from how yellow it was. But even still, feeling it… I’m shocked!” My Mommy barks. “You were touching yourself in this filth, young lady? Pleasuring yourself in a diaper you absolutely soaked with your uncontrolled weewee? All while poor Erin was just trying to clean your teeth for you. You soaked your diaper in stinky, filthy, weewee, and thought to ravage your princess parts afterward? You filthy, filthy thing.”

My tears of unbearable fear give way to tears of unbearable shame. Hearing it described… I can barely believe it, either.

I feel my Mommy slipping my sopping wet diaper slightly down my waist, revealing my tender butt cheeks. Then I feel her gently tapping my exposed, damp heinie with the hard wooden back of the hairbrush.

My Mommy didn’t spank me often. And I’d only received the hairbrush once before.

I bite my lip, bracing myself in terror for what I know is going to be an unbelievably painful thrashing on my bum.

And even so, my crushing waves of humiliation and shame still tell me…

My Mommy is right. I deserve this, because I’m a naughty, naughty girl…

* * *

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

The blows set in fast and fierce.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

In record time, I go from total fear… to pure and total pain.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I’m crying and screaming at the top of my lungs. Begging and pleading and willing for her to stop, all to no avail.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Again and again I feel I can take no more. And yet it continues.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I’m limp, sobbing, dribbling drool and snot and tears down my face. It mixes in with the toothpaste and slobber and mess already across my cheeks, chin, hair, clothes, and childish bib.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

At last, the blows come to a stop.

I’m heaving and begging for mercy. Limp and totally surrendered to my Mommy’s all-consuming wrath.

I hear my Mommy catching her breath just as much as I’m catching my own.

I pray that at least it’s finally over.

My Mommy suddenly swings me upward and sits me on her lap. I wince in pain as my soggy diaper squishes against my stinging red behind.

“Well, buttercup? What do you say to Miss Erin for what you did?” My Mommy asks, forcing me to look up at Erin.

She is nonchalantly standing in the corner, as if merely waiting for a patient to return from the restroom in order to continue their cleaning. I’m speechless with greater embarrassment and humiliation than I ever thought possible.

“I’m… I’m… I’m… I’m sawwy!” I finally choke out, bursting into fresh, hot, humiliating tears of overpowering shame.

“For what?” my Mommy demands, grabbing, squeezing and rubbing my soggy, pee-soaked diaper in her lap, consciously reminding me of the true extent of my shame.

“I’m sawwy I soaked my diapee so wet like a baby while you were cleaning my teeth. And I’m sawwy I then did such very, very naughty touchies,” I wail. “I’m sawwy I’m such a naughty, naughty, filthy little diaper-wetting baby.”

Erin looks back at me and gives a nonchalant nod, as if the situation she were in was merely a neighbor making their kid apologize for getting a frisbee stuck on her roof. She shrugs and says, “I suppose these things happen. I’m just glad your Mommy is here to help me look after you, little one.”

I feel humiliated and slightly betrayed. I realize that my overwhelming lust for her blinded me to how indifferent she actually was to me being utterly infantilized, humiliated, and childishly punished and regressed by my Mommy. In a way, it confirmed what I feared most. Erin just sees me as a baby. A naughty adult toddler, who is the sole responsibility of their Mommy.

My Mommy lets me relish in my humiliation for another moment, then speaks up again. “There, there, stinker-bell. That’s alright. Because guess what? We’re going to make it up to your wonderful, pretty dental hygienist. Aren’t we?”

“We are? How?” I ask, trying to wipe the tears from my eyes with my mitten-covered hands.

“Well,” my Mommy says, “you still have one more part of your teeth cleaning with Erin to do. But this time, while she cleans your teeth, you’re going to be in my arms. And while you’re in my arms, I’m going to make extra sure you never, ever even think about misbehaving for Miss Erin ever again.”

I gulp and tremble in terror. I look up at Erin, secretly still hoping she objects to my Mommy’s plans.

“Whatever you need, I’m here to help. So long as those teeth end up clean and strong, I don’t mind also helping you with your other parental discipline duties, if that’s what you feel is needed,” Erin says to my Mom.

I slump, weighed down with dread, terror, and a still heavy, utterly pee-soaked diaper.

* * *

My Mommy sits me on the dentist chair facing the other way, then disappears to talk with Erin in private.

My diaper is still soggy wet nearly to the point of dripping. I have no idea when she’ll have decided I’ve earned a change.

My Mommy returns a few minutes later, picks me up in her lap, and spins me back around, holding me tight.

Then Erin returns with a tray in her hands. On it, she has what looks like a strange-looking mouthpiece. It’s filled with a gross looking goo squirted inside of it.

Erin then lifts up the mouthpiece and brings it toward my lips. “This is your fluoride, sweetie. You’re just going to bite down on it until we take it out. It helps make your teeth extra strong, okay?” Erin explains.

I get a whiff of the strange goo in the mouthpiece and recoil.

My Mommy laughs, sniffs the goo, too, and recoils herself. “Oh, gosh, I’m glad we found those other flavors of the fluoride foam in the back of your cabinet. This combination smells just wonderfully dreadful. And we filled the mouthpiece extra-high, too! I’m so thrilled we can combine her medicine and punishment this way.”

Erin moves the mouthpiece closer. I pull my mouth away in disgust. My Mommy pins my mitten-covered hands behind my back. “Open wide, right now!” my Mommy barks.

I can’t. It’s too disgusting. It smells like soap, orange juice and black licorice combined… and somehow even worse than that.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it,” Erin says in a gentle tone.

Suddenly, Erin is softly pinching my nose. After a moment, I can’t help but open my mouth to gasp.

Erin quickly shoves the mouthpiece of fluoride goop deep into my mouth.

“Now, go ahead and bite down for us, hon…” Erin coos.

I try to avoid it. But then—

SMACK!

“Bite!” my Mommy scolds with a sudden hard blow to my behind.

I bite down hard on reflex, then instantly want to gag.

“Good girl,” my Mommy says as Erin helps hold my mouth closed. “Now, keep that mouth shut until we say otherwise. Otherwise, we’re starting all over and filling the mouthpiece up twice as high.”

The taste is absolutely dreadful. I want to vomit and gag and spit it out more than anything else in my life. But I clench my teeth shut anyway out of sheer terror, hoping to just get this whole awful ordeal over with.

Suddenly, I’m being swung right back over my Mommy’s knee again.

“Now you keep your fluoride medicine in there good while I finish your spanking. And let this be a lesson to you, young lady. I never, ever want to see misbehavior like this at the dentist’s office again!” my Mommy says.

My saturated, yellow diaper is pulled slightly down again. And blows against my damp, reddened bottom re-commence, harder than ever.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

The fluoride goo pours out of my mouth as I squeal, the disgusting, sweet, chemical sludge pouring up my upside-down face, into my nose, into my hair. The foamy slobber drowns out my wails of agony.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I gag and choke from the texture and taste. The mixture froths into a thick, mealy paste, filling my mouth to the brim and spilling out. The sickly sweet medicine makes my mouth burn just as much as my bottom burns from the blows.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I feel submerged in my filth. The sensation of the goop and slobber pouring down my face, smearing onto my clothes, into my hair. And the diaper smashed into my butt with each blow my Mommy lands against it instead of my naked skin. I feel covered in my humiliating, soggy filth as I writhe from the punishing hairbrush thrashing.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

My face covered in the filth of slobber, snot, and foamy medicine, my groin stinging and damp from the leaky, cold, soggy diaper, and my ass burning hotter than I can bear from the spanking, I scream and wail while my Mommy only pins me tighter and tighter with her ironclad grip. I go limp with filth, humiliation, pain and self-disgust, praying for it to just finally end. Praying for my Mommy to just let me show her that I can be a good girl again. Praying to just be allowed to swear to her and the world that I’ll be good for forever and ever and ever from now on.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

And at last… It’s over.

The silence is deafening.

Once again, I hear my Mommy catching her breath as I attempt to catch my own through the filth of goop, snot, and slobber crust across my face.

My Mommy swings me back up on her knee and holds me tight while I reflexively sputter and spit.

“Open up for me, honey. Good girl,” Erin says, finally pulling the horrid fluoride mouthpiece from my jaws.

She then returns with a cup of water, ordering me to swish and spit into a nearby suction receptacle, which I do eagerly.

“Swish and spit, dear, swish and spit. Good girl,” my Mommy says, rubbing my back as I gag and swish and spit again and again and again, desperately trying to clean out its awful taste. “Get all that medicine out of your mouth.”

“It tasted like putrid sweet soap…” I finally manage to sputter in disgust and agony.

My Mommy grins. “You don’t say? Well, I can’t say I feel too bad for you. That’s exactly what my Mom would have done if she found me putting my hands where you did. But she would have washed my mouth out with real soap, not child-friendly dental foam.”

I know better than to argue with her. Erin approaches with a washcloth and starts scrubbing and cleaning my face, finally cleaning off the layers of caked-on fluoride goop, snot, tears, slobber, and everything else.

Being held down by my Mommy, while my face is scrubbed by someone else, as if I was an infant that just finished a messy meal, feels like the icing on my whole infantilizing, degradation cake.

I watch Erin pull away the dental bib she put on me earlier, and I can’t help but laugh at how little it protected my shirt, which is also totally caked in my filth from the ordeal.

I sniffle and catch my breath, finally feeling myself recover from the seemingly endless, disgusting, painful and humiliating punishment.

My Mommy wraps me in a warm hug and rubs my back. “Alright, hon, what do you think? Do you think you learned your lesson?”

“Yes!” I shriek. “I promise I’ll be good for forever and ever from now on, I pink-swear!”

Both women giggle at my childish enthusiasm. But it’s true. I can’t help but vow to myself now to never disobey my Mommy again. Especially not at the dentist.

Finally, with the horrific taste at least somewhat out of my mouth, and most of the caked-on grime finally cleaned off my face, I sniffle and hug my Mommy.

“Is it time to go home, now?” I whimper, glad that we’re seemingly done with the humiliating festivities.

My Mommy and Erin exchange looks, then smirk.

“Oh, she is just so precious,” Erin smiles. “She thinks it’s time to go home already.”

“We’re not done?” I ask, a terrible feeling growing in my stomach.

“Oh, no, Buttercup. You’re finally done getting your teeth cleaned by your wonderful hygienist, here,” my Mommy laughs. “But you still haven’t even seen the dentist yet.”

“And from what I’ve seen so far, and from what your Mommy has told me, I think we’ve still got a whole lot more work to do in that precious little mouth of yours,” Erin says.

My eyes widen. I can barely believe what I’m hearing. My Mommy releases her grip, I stand up with trembling knees and…

Hisssssssssss

Out of sheer fear, I involuntarily piss my soggy, droopy, diaper, one more time.

END OF PART III