Diapered at the Dentist: Part 2

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I open my eyes and feel the dentist chair being raised and the backrest moved forward.

I squint from the bright overhead lights. I remember I’m here at the Dentist’s office. They must have let me take a few minute nap in the chair after my diaper change.

I see Erin, the pretty dental hygienist, leaning over me with a smile on her face. “How you doing, Buttercup? Ready for your teeth cleaning?”

I sit up a bit and look around. “Um, where’s my Mommy?” I ask, not seeing her in the room anymore.

“Oh, she just stepped into the other room to talk with the dentist. She said you’d be fine without her for a few minutes, since you’re such a big girl,” Erin answers.

“Oh, yeah,” I blush.

I suddenly remember the tantrum I threw just a few minutes ago, where I screamed about how I wasn’t a baby while my Mommy changed my diaper. Does this mean they finally decided to believe me?

Erin quickly and casually wraps a bib around my neck. I’m about to reflexively protest, but then I remember they put a bib on all the patients at the dentist, not just the babies. And yet, even still, I look down and see the bib has pink My Little Pony cartoons on it, which does feel more babyish than normal.

I go to touch my bib. And that’s when I finally feel them.

Mittens! For some reason, I’m now wearing strange mittens!

I take a closer look and see they’re some sort of bright pink, bulky safety mittens. They’re so thick and padded my fingers are useless. And they’re secured tightly around my hands with locked straps around my wrists.

“What are these?” I shout in horror.

“Aw, don’t worry about those, sweetheart. They’re just there for now to make sure you stay safe and comfy while I clean your teeth,” Erin says.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well, I have a lot of special grown-up tools here to help me clean your teeth. And some of our patients just need a little help making sure they keep their hands to themselves while they’re in the dentist chair. We just don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all,” she replies.

“What?! I don’t need these! That sounds like these are for babies!” I shout, suddenly trying to take the mittens off. “Please, I don’t need these! I’m not a baby, really!”

“I know you aren’t, hon,” Erin says.

“Then take them off!” I say, frantically trying to remove them, but with no luck. I feel myself starting to panic. Knowing I can’t use my fingers or hands at all suddenly makes me feel like a humiliated, utterly helpless two-year-old.

“Just sit back, sweetie, this will be over before you know it, and then I’ll take them off, I promise,” she says.

“No, please, you have to believe me, I’m not a baby! Take them off now, please! I’ll be good, I promise!” I beg.

“Sweetie, I can’t,” she says. “It’s office policy.”

“What policy? I told you, I’m not a baby, so I don’t need them!” I say.

“I know, I know, but the policy is that anyone still in diapers has to wear the mittens during teeth cleanings,” she explains. “It’s for safety.”

This makes me especially upset, as I’m suddenly reminded of just how humiliated I am by the stupid diaper I’m wearing. The one my Mommy changed me into a few minutes ago that caused me to throw my tantrum.

I suddenly become acutely aware of its crinkly plastic wrapped up high and tight around my waist. Its thick, puffy padding under my butt, so bulky it feels like I’m sitting on a booster seat. Its constant, infantile, audible crinkle with my every movement. And worst of all, its additional diaper booster pad, added against my will, taped right in the core of the diaper, the increased, crinkly bulk pressed up extra tight against my privates, forcing me to feel its infantile imposition right against my most sensitive parts non-stop.

I begin tearing up. I’m now desperately trying not to lose control and descend into another full-blown tantrum.

“But I don’t actually even need diapers! I know I’m wearing them, but really, I don’t even need them! You can even take them off and I’ll be fine! I promise I’m a big girl! I can go potty like a big girl! And I don’t need diapers or mittens or baby bibs or anything for babies! Please, I’ll do anything! Just treat me like a big girl!” I wail, bursting into sobs.

Erin pauses. She looks over her shoulder. I wonder if she’s going to get my Mom.

But then she sighs and leans in close to me, putting her arm around me. “I know, sweetie, I know. I believe you. Trust me, I really do think you’re a big girl, just like you say. So, how about this. I’ll make you a deal. If you can show everyone you’re a big girl and keep your diaper dry for the first half of your teeth cleaning, I’ll take the mittens off of you for the second half. How does that sound?”

I look up with wide eyes. I know it’s not exactly what I want, but it’s a compromise.

And more importantly, I suddenly feel like Erin’s on my side. Like she believes me. And as embarrassing as it is to admit, I really, really like her, even though I just met her. And it feels good to get attention from her.

I suddenly start to calm down and my tears dry up. “Okay,” I murmur.

“That’s my good girl,” Erin beams, patting my thigh. “Now, let’s get started, huh? And you can show me just what a big girl you are by being extra good and helpful.”

I nod enthusiastically.

I’m suddenly determined to prove to Erin I’m the big girl I say I am. That I’m actually an adult, just like her.

That means there’s absolutely no way I’m going to wet my diaper again, of course. At least not here in the dentist office, in front of her. Holding it to the half-way point of my cleaning will be easy, I tell myself. After all, like I’ve been trying to tell these people, I’m not a baby.

But even more than that, I’m now determined to act as mature as I say I am in every way in front of her. No more baby-stuff. Especially now that I’m cringing remembering how much I humiliated myself in front of Erin with my infantile tantrum earlier. No more tears or tantrums, I tell myself.

“Alright, first thing’s first, we’re gonna do a quick X-ray. So I’m going to have you wear this for me,” Erin says as she retrieves a big, strange looking, heavy bib. “Do you know what an X-ray is?”

“Yeah, of course!” I say defensively as she places the weird heavy bib on me. It’s covered with colorful cartoons and says children’s — lead on it.

Of course, I don’t really remember what an X-ray is. Nor do I know why she’s putting this big heavy bib on me. Ever since I became little… grown-up things like that seem to be slipping my mind more and more. But I’m trying too hard now to impress her to admit that.

Then she puts a funny piece of paper in my mouth and moves a strange looking machine next to my head. “Now just stay still for me, okay, dear?” she says, then walks out of the room.

I’m a little scared and confused while she leaves the room. But my attention turns to the heavy bib.

It actually feels nice in a way. It’s heavy, holding me down like a big, warm hug.

I close my eyes, and the sensation of the heavy bib on my chest... the puffy, warm diaper on my bottom… even the warm, confining mittens on my hand, in their own way… it’s all so relaxing. I just want to fall asleep again. There’s a familiar tinge in my bladder, and for a moment, I’m just about to let go of everything…

No! I say to myself, jerking awake, stopping myself from peeing just in time. I remember that I’m not supposed to be wetting my diaper!

“Oh no, hon,” Erin says as she comes back in. “We’ve got to do that one again because you moved. Can you be perfectly still like a big girl for me? Or do I need to go get your Mommy to help you stay still?”

“Oh, no, of course I can do it!” I say with the weird paper still in my mouth, blushing that I messed it up.

Fortunately, I’m able to do it right after that. And Erin leaves and comes back a couple more times, moving the machine and the thing in my mouth each time.

Finally, she says we’re done. She takes the paper out of my mouth, then takes the colorful heavy bib off of me. As the big heavy bib comes off, in a funny way, I sort of miss it. For a moment, I even think about asking my Mommy if we can buy a bib like that for at home…

* * *

With the X-rays finished, Erin has me sit up in the chair while she lowers the back.

“Alright, hon, you’re doing great. Now open wide for me so I can finally start cleaning those adorable little pearly whites of yours,” she says, adjusting a light above my head.

I nod and open wide, staring up at her while she stares down.

Even through her face mask and safety glasses, all I can think is that she’s so cool and pretty. Her eyes seem to sparkle above me. For some reason, just thinking about her makes me feel tingly in my tum-tum, in a way I don’t even know how to describe.

“By the way, I really don’t need diapers,” I suddenly say. I don’t know why I feel compelled to suddenly make conversation again, but the more I look up at her, the more I feel horribly embarrassed about what she saw earlier when my Mommy changed my diaper. And I feel desperate to show her I can actually talk like a sophisticated adult, just like her. “What happened before when I got upset with my Mommy… that was just a small accident my Mommy was helping me with, that’s all.”

“Of course, hon. You know I believe you. You’re my big girl,” she says, sticking her fingers in my mouth. “Now you just let me know if anything’s uncomfortable and I’ll stop, okay? This will be easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy, I promise. Oh, and don’t forget your friend!”

I look down to see Erin pushing the stuffed hippo under my arm again! I blush, remembering how she had given me ‘Mr. Hippopotamus’ earlier when I was crying.

“If you’re extra-good, I might even talk to your Mommy about letting you take Mr. Hippopotamus home with you until your next appointment! How does that sound?” she says as she starts working in my mouth.

“Oh, no fank you,” I say with bright red cheeks and my mouth now stuck wide open. “I mean… I don’t need stuffies like Mr. Hippo. They’re for babies.”

I start to extend my arm to let Mr. Hippo go… but then I stop. For some reason, I can’t bring myself to drop him. I’ll just hold on to him for now. Because if I drop him… he might get dirty on the floor, which won’t be nice to the next actual little kid in here who wants to hold him. That’s the only reason why, I tell myself, hugging Mr. Hippo tight beneath my arm.

Erin starts feeling around in my mouth with her fingers, then inspecting my teeth with a little mirror in her hand. In the silence, I feel compelled to start talking again.

“But like I was saying, I really didn’t even have an accident in my diaper, earlier. I wasn’t even that wet. Or wet at all, honest. My Mommy just overreacts sometimes. In fact, I don’t even need diapers, even though she makes me wear them. I can make it to the big girl potty to go peepee just fine when I feel like it. Which… I mean… is always. I always make it to the big girl potty. I never actually need my diapers.”

“Uh-huh,” Erin nods, now totally focused on cleaning my teeth.

I blush, feeling like she’s not even listening, nor does she really even believe me. Also, I realize my mouth being forced to stay open while I talk makes my speech sound ten times even more infantile, despite my best efforts.

“Really, I’m serious, you know,” I continue. “I really don’t need diapers. You’ll see when you check me when you’re half-way done. My diaper won’t be wet at all, and you can take my mittens off. And you can even check my diaper for yourself at the end of the day and I’ll still be totally dry, I promise.”

“Of course, hon, of course. You know I believe you 100%. You’re my special big girl. But right now, why don’t you just relax and focus on keeping that mouth of yours all the way wide open for me, okay? Then we can talk all about your diapers when we’re finished, I promise,” she replies.

Her response somehow makes me feel ten times even more embarrassed and babyish. But I swallow my pride and nod, knowing that the only big kid thing for me to do now is to stop talking and just keep my mouth open like she asked.

I close my eyes and try to relax while she gets to work cleaning my teeth.

* * *

I’ve been laying back in the chair for a few minutes, being a quiet, well-behaved girl, while Erin cleans my teeth.

It feels kind of funny to feel her scraping and cleaning my teeth, but it’s not too bad. I actually just kind of like being so close to her, in a weird way. I don’t know why.

After a few more minutes with my eyes closed, I start to sort of drift off… and I picture Erin’s face. Her smile. Her hair. For a moment I can even smell her perfume.

I think about how much I want her to touch me. To hold me. I suddenly sense her hovering over me, about to kiss me…

My eyes shoot open.

She’s not about to kiss me. I totally imagined it. She’s just where she was before, leaning over me, staring intently into my mouth as she focuses on cleaning my teeth.

I don’t know what’s come over me!

I don’t know why I’m suddenly having these intense feelings for this woman. My dental hygienist. I only met her a few minutes ago! And in fact, I barely remember ever having any romantic feelings for any women at all!

I wonder… if it has to do with the fact that I’m ‘little’ now.

I’ve been stuck inside with Mommy doing baby things for so long now, maybe just being so close to any attractive adult again is causing these ‘big girl’ feelings to return.

Or maybe it just feels nice to have a different woman besides my Mommy looking after me in some way.

Or maybe, now that I’m just a helpless little, a strong, confident, sexy, mature adult woman like Erin is inevitably irresistible to me. Because she’s everything that I used to be. But now I know I’ll never be. So I can’t help but want her. Crave her. Her attention. Her affection. Her body…

I close my eyes as I feel her fingers penetrating my mouth again. She moves my head this way and that. Commands me. Controls me as I’m pinned down, totally at her mercy as I lay there.

She presses my lips open with her strong fingers, spreads my cheeks out, jabs and fingers and rubs my gums and teeth and all the sensitive inner parts of my wet, intimate hole.

I can taste the latex over her digits. I desperately wish I could just close my mouth and suck on them. Show her what my mouth is really capable of. I feel a powerful tingling deep in the pit of my core. It tickles in a funny way, growing stronger, circling my groin, making me suddenly tingly and squirmy and…

My eyes shoot back open.

The blinding light sobers me up. Erin’s face is as indifferent as ever, as she remains focused only on calmly, methodically, cleaning my teeth.

I need to calm down, I tell myself. I know it’s very naughty to be having these thoughts and feelings right now. It’s ‘highly inappropriate’ as my Mommy would say.

But I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m suddenly hornier than I can ever remember being in a long time.

I suddenly taste her fingers pressed into my mouth again. I feel the powerful tingle in my groin resurface.

I can’t control myself. I’m hornier than I can bear. Without thinking, I close my eyes, and picture Erin’s naked breasts, while I stealthily jerk my legs together and squeeze. I feel a surge of euphoric relief…

Followed by immediate revulsion. I cringe.

The diaper. The thick, bulky, crinkly, diaper. Pressed up tight between my thighs. I can’t ignore it. My badge of shame. My 24-7 humiliation. My non-stop reminder of my pathetic babyhood. My humiliating, infantile, diaper. It instantly decimates my erotic momentum.

For a moment, I’m amazed I forgot I was wearing it for as long as I did.

Then I realize I forgot about it because of her. Erin. This goddess hovering above me. Her fingers in my mouth, her scent filling my nose, her total attention fixed on me, even if its only on my teeth.

I realize that her beauty fills me with an indescribable hunger to be an adult again. To finally escape the cruel humiliation of my diaper-dependence. To reverse this affliction of regression and instead choose to become a real, big girl again. In every way.

If only because I know, that so long as I’m wearing diapers that my Mommy makes me wear, a woman like her will never see me as anything but a silly, sexless, diaper-wetting baby.

I’m suddenly desperate to be a big girl again, more than I can remember in a long time. I need to be a big girl again so I can satisfy my sudden insatiable, primal, ‘big girl needs’.

I look up at Erin with wide eyes. She continues scraping my teeth, her beautiful lips mere inches from my own. I succumb to a wave of pure adoration for her sparkling eyes, her adorable face, her hypnotic voice…

I feel my baby crinkly diaper rustle between my thighs. I nearly burst into tears, knowing my pathetic, infantile nature makes our love impossible.

No! I suddenly tell myself. No, no more. I don’t need diapers anymore. I’m never wetting my diaper ever again. That’s it. I’m a big girl now! I swear to myself. From now on, I’m a big girl, and I don’t need diapers. From now on, I’m a big girl, not a baby. I’m a big girl, I repeat again and again in my head.

“I’m a big girl from now on, not a potty pants!” I suddenly accidentally blurt out loud.

“What’s that?” Erin asks as she stops scraping my teeth.

I blush bright red. “Oh, nothing!” I say.

She shrugs and continues. I’m grateful that at least with my mouth stuck open, she probably didn’t understand what I said.

I’m a big girl. And I’m never wetting my diaper again. That way, I can do all the big girl things I want, I say again, finalizing my promise to myself.

Suddenly, I feel a profound freedom wash over me. A sudden, newfound sense of power. Of adulthood. One I haven’t felt in a long time.

I no longer care about the stupid diaper I’m wearing, because I know I no longer need it.

I close my eyes and totally give into my overpowering erotic desires for the woman with her fingers in my mouth.

I feel Erin place her hand on my cheek to adjust my head… and I almost moan in pleasure.

I concentrate every inch of my mind on her fingers, the ones penetrating my oral orifice…

I can picture them so vividly, I practically feel her hands as I imagine them moving down my neck, over my bare breasts, down to my aching pussy…

I start furtively writhing on the dental chair again. I feel the diaper pressing into me, of course, the babyish, crinkly padding more obvious than ever as I attempt to secretly frottage my naughty bits. But I’m far too incredibly horny now to care.

I start rubbing my hips up and down, back and forth, secretly massaging my pussy faster and harder against my diaper through my layers of clothes, all while Erin holds me down, steadily penetrating my mouth…

I know what I’m doing ‘downstairs’ is filthy. I know I’m losing control. But I can’t stop. The gentle tingle in my sex has become an overpowering urge, an insatiable, maddening sexual craving.

I rub my hips into the chair even harder, squeezing and twisting my legs. I desperately focus on keeping myself from moaning or panting as I grind myself. Erin continues cleaning my teeth unawares, methodically pressing her wet fingers against my lips and tongue and deep into my mouth, making me squirm and sweat with her every movement…

I’m a big girl. I’m a big, big girl, I suddenly repeat to myself in my head over and over again, an apparent newfound mantra of my overpowering sexual lust.

I can’t stop myself from going further. Without conscious thought, I move my hand toward my crotch, desperate enough to assume that it’s out of Erin’s line of sight. I pay no mind to the thick, restrictive pink mitten still binding my fingers, my crotch aching for whatever pressure my hand can give it all the same.

I place my nub of a hand over the crotch of my jean shortalls, the building and building tingling sensation in my groin makes me feel like I’m about to burst any second. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, wrap my lips around Erin’s fingers, and furiously jam my fist into my practically sexually buzzing groin…

Hissssssssssss

I bolt up in my seat, my eyes fly open.

Erin yanks her fingers out of my mouth in surprise. “Are you okay?” She asks.

I’m frozen in a mixture of shock and horror. My face is flushed bright red. It takes me a moment to process what just happened. To admit it to myself.

But finally, I do…

I realize I just pissed myself. When my hand touched my horny pussy… I released a stream of urine.

“Did I hit a sore spot in your mouth, honey?” Erin asks.

“Oh,” I reply. “Uh… yeah, sorry. I’m fine.”

I slowly slink back in my seat, my eyes still wide. I’m secretly mortified.

“No problem, I’ll just go a little easier on that part,” Erin says. She sticks her fingers in my mouth, getting back to work.

My heart is pounding. I can’t believe it.

All my senses are now focused on the soggy, mushy warmth now pressed against my pussy in my diaper. I can still feel cool drops of pee dripping down my ass cheeks, yet to be absorbed.

I peed in my diaper. I just swore that I wouldn’t. That I would never pee in my diaper again. And yet…

I try to ignore it. Push the thought away.

I close my eyes and… the horniness. The horniness is still there.

I feel Erin’s fingers and tools getting back to work. Penetrating and exploring my mouth. The wetness. The feeling of vulnerability, as she holds me down, and does her work…

The familiar tingles start to build again. I close my eyes and once again focus on my fantasies.

I lock into the taste of her gloves. The smell of her hair. The sensation of her hand on my forehead…

I start to gently rock back and forth in the dental chair again. Back and forth. Back and forth. I uncross my legs, squeeze them together, and suddenly…

Hissssssssssss

I freeze in horror. It happened again.

My eyes come open. But I don’t sit up this time and interrupt her work. Instead, I process the horror in a private moment of shocked stillness.

I take a deep breath, and once again try to focus on my clit, buried deep below my layers of clothes and puffy diaper.

Erin suddenly sticks her finger toward the back of my throat. I’m struck with another powerful surge of lust.

I squeeze my eyes shut, squeeze my legs together, secretly writhe, and…

Hisssssss

It happens again. I freeze for a moment, barely adjust my posture and…

Hisssssss

Hissssssssssssss

Hissssssssssssssssssss

It happens again and again and again.

I no longer bother opening my eyes. Instead, I go limp. I surrender to the waves of crushing helplessness and humiliation washing over me, as I feel my diaper rapidly growing hotter and heavier, as I helplessly dump my piss into my incontinence garment like an unpotty-trained baby.

It just keeps flowing, no matter what I do. The warm wetness growing up against my pussy, pouring out around my ass and thighs, forcing me to feel it intimately and intensely, no matter how badly I wish I couldn’t.

Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Finally, my bladder is empty. I feel the last drops leave me as I move my butt, causing the heavy, sodden, urine-soaked padding to squish and mush against my pussy and ass.

I’m burning bright red. Burning hot with waves of crushing humiliation, as every little move I make now pushes and squeezes the newly soggy diaper up tighter against my sex, causing me to shudder as I’m forced to reckon with my utterly infantile accident.

The full weight of my shame begins to bear down on me. I didn’t just have an accident. I soaked my diapers. I soaked my diaper with pee, just minutes after swearing to myself I’d never use my diapers again.

My Mommy’s words replay in my mind. She was right. I did need a soaker pad. Because I’m just a stupid, helpless, diaper pissing, baby girl.

I start to tear up. The crush of my life is now staring down at me, still working and none the wiser, as I lay beneath her, laying in my warm, sloshy, soggy, diaper full of fresh piss. Just after I promised her that I wouldn’t pee my diapers at all while she worked on me.

“Alright, dear, all done with that part!” Erin suddenly says, putting her tools down. “What a good girl you were! Why don’t you sit up for me?”

Erin raises the back of the chair and helps me sit up.

I cringe as I feel the squish beneath me as I move. The diaper now feels hotter and heavier than ever as its pressed against my groin. An inescapable, filthy wetness. My infantile shame squished up tightly against my virgin, chastised sex. An unforgettable reminder that I would remain an eternal diaper-pissing virgin.

“Way to be such a big girl for me!” Erin says casually as she changes her gloves.

I think back to just moments ago when I told myself I was a big girl. The incredible sense of liberation I felt when I decided to myself I no longer needed diapers. Now the memory feels like a dagger. Mocking and torturing me, making my utterly saturated, heavy, hot, diaper full of weewee feel a hundred times more mortifying and infantile.

I burst into a fresh wave of tears.

“Are you okay, dear? Did I hurt something in your mouth?” Erin asks, noticing me crying.

I shake my head, try to wipe away my tears with my humiliating pink mittens. “No, I’m fine,” I murmur.

“Aww, there, there, we’re almost done,” she says. “Here, Mr. Hippo is right here for you,” she says, pushing the humiliating stuffed hippo back into my arms for me to squeeze.

Tears pour down my cheeks as Erin goes back to sorting her tools, seemingly not too distressed by my tears. She can no doubt dismiss them as just part of the job of working with babies.

Babies like me just cry sometimes for no reason.

While Erin turns her back to retrieve something from the cabinet, I reach my hand to my crotch, above the sopping wet diaper just beneath my shorts, and I finally press into the pussy I so badly wanted to touch just moments ago.

Squish.

I cry a little harder. The sense of adulthood I felt not long before is seemingly rapidly evaporating.

I feel myself remembering again that I’m just a baby. Just a pathetic, diaper-soaking, naughty little cry-baby.

And my utterly humiliating dentist appointment isn’t even close to being finished yet.

END OF PART II