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Foreword Fair warning to all, this story is mainly what could be classified as "one handed typing". The overall quality of the writing is weaker than my bladder control, the plot has more leaks than a package of depends, and the pace is comparable to trying to change your diaper in a truck stop restroom before the next person can come in and hear you. With that being said, I still hope that you enjoy it, if you do, let me know and there may be more to come. Chapter 1 “Dude, there’s no way you can pull it off”. “She will totally see you coming from across the courtyard and be gone before you get within 50 feet of her”. “You guys don’t believe I can do it? Let’s up the ante then, 50 bucks says I can grab a full handful of Stacy’s gorgeous ass before she has time to even react”. “Hey man, its your money, if you wanna give it away for free, then be my guest”. With his chest puffed up and full of bravado, Mike Stapleton stood up from under the tree where he had been lounging with his college buddies Chris and Dave and began to make his way across the courtyard. Stunts like this had been a staple of the pranks he and his buddies had taken turns pulling on the college girls for years, but today would be epic as he had intentions to get a handful of one of the finest asses on campus and net a combined hundred bucks from his buddies while he was at it. With practiced stealth, he smoothly strode his way eve closer and closer to his intended victim for the day. Had he not been so focused on his mission, he might perhaps have turned and seen the horrified looks on his friends faces as he closed the final gap between himself and his prey. As it were though, he was hyper-focused and oblivious to the world around him. As he reached out and made the grab, three things happened in near simultaneous succession. First, Stacy Middleton let out a horrific screech as his meaty paw clamped onto her bosom, secondly, his world was spun around by a searing pain in his right ear, and thirdly the preceding events were interrupted by the booming voice of the school’s dean – Mr. Anderson. “Mr Stapleton, it has taken me a long time, but at long last I have caught you red handed in the middle of your antics, and there is no denying that you are guilty or what you have done. Your actions today constitute sexual assault, and should Miss Middleton desire, she will be free to file charges with the local police. You can expect that the school will fully support her claims with witness statements and camera footage. In the meantime however, I will be convening an emergency meeting of the school disciplinary council to discuss how we intend to handle you outside of any legal charges. I will expect you to report to the administrative building at 4pm sharp to appear before the council”. With that, the dean strode off, leaving Mike to hang his head in shame and walk away, wondering what would come next for him. “Dude, you really fucked that one up”! “How didn’t you see him coming? You still owe us each 50 bucks by the way”. Dejected, Mike stormed off to his dorm to commiserate while he waited for the minutes to his council meeting to tick by. Chapter 2 As 4 o’clock drew nearer and nearer, Mike Stapleton made his way across the college campus towards the administrative building with extreme trepidation. Upon entering the building he had no trouble finding his way to the right room as there were several large posters with the words “Stapleton Disciplinary Hearing” and large directional arrows emblazoned upon them. As he approached the room, he was flanked by two rather large members of the school security team who jostled him to the front of the room and gruffly instructed him to sit as they practically shoved him into the chair. Within a few short minutes, Dean Anderson and two of his senior faculty members entered the room and took their seats at a table across from Mike. Dean Anderson was quick to address the room “Mr. Stapleton, to be clear, this session is being recorded on audio and video for official records. I would also like to make it very clear that our session here today is not a trial, you will not be pleading your case to us. We are here to review the circumstances of your behaviour today as well as other reported circumstances from your tenure at this school and to issue a non-negotiable and binding ruling. You may of course choose to walk away right now and your time at this school be be done, you will forfeit all of your tuition for the full duration of your program, which still has another 5 years left. If you choose to stay for the hearing, you will again be afforded the opportunity to walk away upon hearing our decision. To summarize, the only way that you will remain a member in any sort of standing at this institution will be if you agree to the councils terms, should we even decide to allow you to continue your education. You will be expected to sign a legally binding contract acknowledging your acceptance of this council’s decision should you choose to remain with our institution. Please let us know immediately if you agree with these terms or if you wish to leave now”. Mike paused a minute, giving serious consideration to walking out the door, but he knew there was no way he could give up on the coming 5 years of tuition. “I, I, I will stay for the hearing”. With that, the three council members quickly got the hearing started. First came a review of video footage from the afternoon along with a first hand recounting of the events by Dean Anderson. Next they proceeded to review a long list of minor events from the previous 3 years of Mike’s tenure at the school, some just minor tomfoolery, others more sexual or vulgar in nature, all of which had been reported by other students or faculty, but none which in and of itself had either enough proof or bearing to have merited its own form of discipline. When listed off all together, along with the incidents of the day however, they accumulated into a long pattern of behaviour which clearly indicated a general lack of respect for the opposite sex. “Well Mr. Stapleton this is quite the pattern of behaviour that you have exhibited in your time here, it will certainly give my colleagues and I a lot to discuss over the next 15 minutes. Please stay in your seat while leave the room to discuss among ourselves”. The 3 council members had barely closed the anteroom door before the conversation began. “He should be gone from the school immediately, he is a menace to the female students”! “Yes, he is a menace, but look at his grades, he could be one of our most academically successful students if we could just reign in his behaviour”. “How did we not catch this pattern of behaviour before this? It has been going on for years”! “If we even consider keeping him, the punishment needs to be severe, to set an example so that no other students will consider such behaviour ever again”. “I don’t think that he is the type to be browbeaten, no amount of discipline will tame him. He will take it as a challenge and use it as an opportunity to lash out”. “Colleagues, colleagues, I think we are looking at this the wrong way. Maybe we don’t need to punish the behaviour so much as we need to remove the driver for it, to change the way he is wired. We have used similar tactics in the past with some success, I believe a fresh attempt with this young man might be a great success”. “Dean Anderson, surely you aren’t referring to.....” “But, we ended that program so long ago...” “Yes my friends, I am proposing that we resurrect the behaviour recession program.” “Do we even still have the necessary equipment?” “We most definitely do, I took it upon myself to ensure the processing area and all that goes with it were hidden into the operating budget 5 years ago when the program was closed down. Fortunately that last petulant brat and his meddling parents are gone from this school now along with most of the administration who agreed with their demands to shut it down. And of course this time we actually have far more credible reason for its use as opposed to the last time where it was used merely as a form of revenge.” “So it is decided then, we shall revive the program with our new candidate?” The question was met by vigorous nodding of all three heads in the room as they rose to head back into the hearing room. Chapter 3 As Mike remained seated in his chair, fidgeting anxiously, ever aware of the looming presence of the school security team members, he was suddenly startled as the door to the anteroom practically flew open, followed in quick succession by the three council members. Barely missing a beat as he sat down, Dean Anderson immediately began to speak. “Mike Stapleton, it is the finding of this council that your repeated and escalating string of unacceptable behaviours is in need of immediate correction. As such you are ordered into this school’s behavioural therapy program for a period of no less than one month at which time you will be reassessed by both the faculty members running the program and this council. Do you accept our findings?” Behavioural therapy? Mike had to do his best to stifle a laugh, he knew that he could fake his way through whatever head shrinking crap they were going to throw his way, pretend to play along just enough to fool them and then be on his way. With barely a blink of an eye he responded “Yes sir, thank you for this opportunity to correct my ways. I promise that I will come out of this a better person.” “So be it then, it is ordered that your treatment begin immediately. Security team, please escort this despicable young man to the processing facility.” Before Mike could even process the implications of the Dean’s words, he found himself swept to his feet by two pairs of burly arms and practically dragged out the doors. A few steps later, he found himself shoved roughly backwards into another chair, while both guards set to quickly fastening several sets of restraints that seemed to be built in. Fearing repercussions, Mike chose not to speak as a waist belt was tightened, followed by straps at his wrists and ankles. The final blow came as a large leather strap came into his field of vision seconds before it was pulled across his forehead, yanking his head roughly back against the headrest of the chair. With nary a word from either guard, Mike found himself being propelled forward, realizing now this this was some sort of transport device perhaps better suited for a mental institution rather than a post secondary school. He was whisked down corridors that he never new existed, most appearing very blank and utilitarian, before ultimately arriving at n elevator. After a brief wait, the doors opened and he was taken inside where surprisingly there were no control buttons. Instead, the doors shut rapidly and he felt the elevator descending far further than what he would have though possible or necessary for a school facility. When the door opened, he was faced with a bare concrete corridor lined only with industrial looking lights, the type one might expect to see in an industrial facility with thick glass domes and heavy metal cages protecting said glass. Once again his journey began immediately and silently, several minutes passed with various side corridors going by before they finally made a turn and went on briefly before encountering yet another set of elevator doors. Again there were no buttons to be found inside the elevator, but this time the ride went up, seemingly for as long as they had previously gone down. As the door opened, Mike was somewhat pleased to see a very warm and welcoming environment much like what a doctor’s office, or in this case he supposed the school’s medical facility might look like. After a quick trip down a hallway, one of the guards paused to insert a key in a door, followed by swiping a card on the access pad beside the door. A loud clunking sound was heard as the door mechanism released itself and Mike was pushed into what essentially resembled an exam room. Mike was somewhat confused, as he would have expected to be taken to something more like a mental health practitioner’s office with couches and musty books, but surmised that maybe there was a medical exam associated with the program. The guards made swift work of releasing the restraints on the chair before literally lifting Mike off of his feet and plunking him onto his back on the exam table. While one guard held his shoulders down, the other wasted little time in pulling a strap taught across his midsection, this was followed by first one wrist and then the other being encased in a rather soft feeling cuff before being pinned down to the table with the metallic clicking sound of some sort of lock. This procedure was quickly repeated on his ankles, leaving unable to lift anything from his belly button down from the table. “As they turned to leave, one of the guards took a moment to look back and issue words of warning. “I would not suggest trying to move from that table or even sit up if I were you, the processing team will be in shortly to get you ready for treatment. With that, Mike was left alone in the room with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and await the next portion of his fate. Minutes seemed to turn into hours, although with no reference it may have only been a mere fifteen or so when finally the sound of a door opening interrupted the silence, albeit this time coming from the other side of the room. The first thing to enter Mike’s field of vision was a stainless steel rolling cart which seemed to be full of various medical supplies, although it was hard to really determine the contents with a simple side glance. The next thing, rather person however, was the person pushing the cart, none other than Stacey Middleton herself. “Hello Mike, my name is Stacey, i am a nursing student here at the school, working extra curricular hours in the clinic to earn extra credits. I will be helping Nurse Jones process you for admission into your treatment program.” Chapter 4 As she finished speaking another woman, presumably Nurse Jones entered the room and proceeded to get several items ready off to the side. Handing what appeared to be a large pair of scissors to Stacey she began to speak. “Alright Stacey, we can begin to finish securing the patient, but first we need to remove his shirt. Given his history I feel it is prudent to keep the existing restraints in place, so I will need you to cut it off while I help make sure that he doesn’t resist.” Without missing a beat, Stacey used the shears, first running up the centre of the shirt and then up from either sleeve, before yanking it out from under Mike with a swift and rather violent tug. “Excellent work, now if you could please grab the upper portion of the Segufix restraint kit, I would like to ensure we are prepared for our absolute safety before beginning the procedure. Mike could do nothing but lay there, realizing that what little resistance he would have been able to put up was absolutely futile at this point. It did not take long before he heard more clicking near his head and two large straps were brought over his shoulders in a crisscross pattern before being somehow affixed to the strap at his midsection, accompanied by more clicks. He then felt new cuff type restraints being wrapped around his biceps, once again rendering him even more immobile. “Alright, now we can get ready to process the lower half, you can pull his pants and briefs down to his ankles and we can further secure him before proceeding. Stacey wasted no time in loosening his belt before pulling his pants and underwear down in one swift yank, leaving him extremely exposed. Mike had had enough and decided it was time to express himself. “What the fuck are you doing? This was supposed to be...” In one swift motion, Nurse Jones’ hand extended out, hitting Mike in the bicep with a sharp prick that resulted in what could perhaps be described as an electric shock, but rather than a buzzing feeling, it was one sharp pain causing the majority of muscles in his body to immediately contract. As quickly as the searing agony came, it was gone again, leaving Mike panting on the table. “I will warn you once and once only, you will not speak unless directly requested to do so, you are a willing participant of this program and will abide by all treatment. If you persist, we have ways that will take your words from you, am I clear?” Still dazed by the pain, Mike could only nod. In short order he found that new restraints were placed on his thighs as well as midway up his shins. The ankle restraints were then removed, albeit only long enough for his pants and undergarments to be fully removed before being reattached. This being completed, Nurse Jones began to speak again. “I am going to explain a bit of the program to you, not necessarily for your benefit, but more so that you have an understanding of what is happening in the hopes that it will help you choose to modify your behavior. This program uses many methods to help restrict or eliminate many of the psychological and physiological urges and feelings that have been deemed to be the root of your issues.” She then held up a shiny metal cage like object, which Mike could not quite process as to what it was. “One of those ways is to restrict the physical response common in many young males when they encounter the presence of the opposite sex. We have found chastity to be extremely effective at limiting many of the effects on the body.” Mike suddenly realized that she was holding a metal cock cage, one which was clearly intended for him. Still, fearing another debilitating shock, all he could do was try and remain motionless. Somehow at nearly the same moment, both Mike and Nurse Jones also noticed the fact that Mike had experienced a physiological response, likely due to being naked in front of two good looking women. “Oh dear, this simply wont do, Stacey, can you be a dear and grab the “antidote” from the cart please? With that Nurse Jones proceeded to dona pair of gloves and grab Mike by his balls, which only seemed to further heighten his state of excitement. Mike was floating on cloud nine, seeming to have interpreted her actions as an intent to jerk him off, failing to notice the item being handed between the student and nurse. This came to a sudden end as he was hit by a searing pain immediately below his sack, although it seemed as though it was rapidly subsiding leaving him feeling nearly numb. “Stacey, please grab the containment protocol, I don’t expect this will take long” “What the fuck did you do to me?” “I warned you about speaking, we will deal with that shortly!” What followed next was Stacey reaching into the supply cart and coming up with a folded white object in her hands. She slowly began unfolding it, accompanied by plastic rustling noises. I t was only as Mike felt a prod in his left ass cheek causing him to instinctually lift his buttocks from the table as Stacey simultaneously started to lay the unfolded object beneath him that Mike was able to put things together in his head. “Why the fuck are you trying to put me in a diaper? I’m not a fucking baby!” Nurse Jones quickly interjected “You may not be, but after that high does muscle relaxant that we just injected you with, you are bound to find that your bladder control will resemble that of one for the near future. Typically we would recommend wearing a pull up to young men who have entered our protocol since they can have issues with dripping after using the toilet while wearing a chastity device, but in rare cases such as yours where we are forced to tame the dragon as it were, I am afraid that proper diapers are the only choice”. Seemingly as if on cue, a stream of urine started to flow from the end of Mike’s now rapidly shrinking penis. “Quick, Stacey, code yellow!” This prompted the young woman to pull the front of the diaper over the erupting stream, preventing it from making a mess everywhere. “unfortunately for you, you will find that you have no choice but to wear a diaper for at least the next several days, studies on this drug have shown latent effect ranging from 3 days to 1 week in most cases”. “Stacey, why don’t you hold that diaper there for just another minute just in case our little spritzer here isn’t finished. I need to go into thee other room, it seems I have drastically overestimated the size of cage we are going to need. I will also prepare something to help with his vulgar little mouth”. Chapter 5 As soon as the nurse left the room, Mike took it upon himself to let loose on Stacey “You stupid bitch! How can you let this happen to me? All I did was grab your ass and now I’ve been stabbed in the nuts, I’m pissing myself like an infant and will need to wear diapers for days and that cow nurse is going to put a fucking cock cage on me!” Stacey, seemingly un-phased, had removed her hand from the front of the diaper, although still leaving it draped over the front of Mike’s crotch and was busying herself with item on the cart out of Mike’s field of vision. Mike was helpless in his restraints as she turned around holding a rather intimidating looking syringe in her hands. “You just don’t know when to shut up, do you? I think maybe some time in a diaper is just what a big baby like you deserves. How about another shot of the drug to make sure you stay in them a little bit longer and maybe feel just a bit more humble? This dose is only a little bit larger than what you got before, I imagine it should extend you time in pampers to double, maybe triple at most.” With that, Stacey proceeded to jab Mike once again, although the previous numbing effects of the drug prevented him from feeling the searing pain. What did seem obvious to Mike however was that the duration of this jab was far longer. Just as quickly as she had jabbed him, she had moved the evidence off to the side. Just then, Nurse Jones re-entered the room with several objects in her hands. Setting some of them down, she proceeded towards Mikes head, quickly shoving a large bulbous object into his mouth while pulling the attached straps behind his head and attaching them. Mike found his mouth nearly full with the rubber like bulb of the gag, allowing almost no room to move his tongue. This was quickly accompanied by an almost sour like taste that seemed to emanate from every single space on the surface of the bulb. Mike soon found himself drooling, his mouth quickly filling and drool starting to drip from the corners uncontrollably. “There, now we shouldn’t have to listen to any more vulgarity from this piece of filth. He will likely have some trouble speaking for at least a few hours after I choose to remove his pacifier gag, assuming that I choose not to refill the dispenser, and will most definitely have a bit of a lisp for at least a day as the effects of the coating wear off. Now I think we should proceed to our original task of making sure his physical urges are severely restricted.” With that, she proceeded to grab the items she had previously set down and bring them over to the table. After donning a new pair of gloved, she proceeded to grab a tube of lubricant and started to apply it. “Now Stacey, you will notice that I have selected a base ring for this device which is perhaps a size smaller than normally recommended, but in the case, Mike here already seems pretty small and the worst outcome of the ring being too tight might mean that he is a little less virile in the future, which is not a bad thing if you ask me. You will also notice, that when I release this catch here, there is an additional means of securement which will activate to both help the device stay on and to discourage any attempts to remove it.” As she spoke she held the device out in front of Mike and Stacy to demonstrate as she pushed the release, allowing 4 small spikes to spring out from the inner circumference of the ring. “You will note that the only way to retract them is with this micro chip encoded key. Now, given the relaxant drugs and combined with this lubricant, I suspect that we shall have no issues getting it over and around his genitalia.” With that, both women became involved in slipping the ring over Mike’s limp member and balls, taking time to practically pop each nut through the ring, followed by triggering the spikes, which Mike could only assume would hurt significantly later, and then pinching and yanking his limp member through the little remaining space. With that, Stacey reached over to grab the cage, turning back towards the nurse with a look of uncertainty in her eyes. “Yes, I know what you are thinking, there is no way a cage that small will fit him, after all, practically flat, but you will find that when they are this limp, it is quite easy to turn an outtie into an innie with almost no effort.” With that, she demonstrated, grabbing the end of Mike’s penis in one hand and shoving it backwards with the other to the point that it practically disappeared between his balls. Wasting no time she took the cage portion and quickly shoved it over what was left exposed of Mike’s penis before motioning for Stacey to insert the locking mechanism. Restrained as he was, all Mike could do was tilt his head downward, now barely able to even see the crown of the cage protruding past his balls. “Now I think we will finish preparing the patient before we secure his diaper for the holding period.” Nurse Jones turned to retrieve an item from the cabinet behind her, but froze midway before picking up the vial of the numbing medication from the tray beside her. “Stacey! What happened to the remainder of this medication? We only administered a 1mL dose and this was brand new, there should be 4mL left in here!” “The patient was being quite uncouth and using many choice words towards me while you were gone, I figured since he wanted to continue on with juvenile behaviour that another week or so as a diaper dependent little brat would serve him well.” “Young lady, do you realize what you have done? This medication has an exponential effect with increased dose. While a 0.5mL dose might work for a few hours, the 1mL dose we already gave has days of expected effectiveness. With what little is left in here, it appears that you administered at least another 3mL, the highest dose I have ever read about was 1.5mL and that was administered in 3 separate shots over 2 days. It was reported that the patient demonstrated full daytime urinary incontinence for nearly 2 weeks while still needing daytime protection for occasional accidents for nearly a month. It took over 2 months for the frequency of nocturnal enuresis to drop below once per week. The effects of the dose you gave this young man are simply unknown, it could be months or even a year before he regains any form of bladder control.” “I, I, I didn’t know. I thought it would just give him an extra week or two in his pampers. I thought it would help to bring him down an extra notch or two.” “Well you thought wrong! administering a medication without understanding its effects is almost as juvenile of a behaviour as this young man has recently demonstrated. Rest assured that your actions will be fully reported to the Dean for punitive review.” With that she turned to resume her original task, grabbing a package of wipes, a container of Sudocreme and a large bottle of talcum powder from the cabinet behind her. “Now this diaper doesn’t appear to be that well used, it should suffice for the mandatory hold period, a quick wipe and a dose of rash cream and baby powder should be sufficient” With that, the nurse and student proceeded to wipe the small amount of residual urine from Mike’s skin, before a liberal coating of diaper rash cream was applied to what remained exposed of his genitalia and buttocks, swiftly followed by a cloud of sweet smelling baby powder. Mike was powerless as the slightly damp diaper was then pulled up over his crotch, before the 4 tapes were applied, one agonizing ripping sound at a time, leaving him fully ensconced in his new padded prison. “Now we are required to monitor the patient for a minimum of 2 hours to ensure there are no adverse effects from the treatment, we should also take the opportunity to document his urine output. Stacey, can you please use this marker to delineate the extent to which this diaper has been used already? A mark at either end where the wetness indicator has changed colour will suffice.” With that taken care of, both women left the romm, dimming the lights leaving Mike helplessly strapped to the table, trapped physically and mentally with his own thoughts. Unfortunately for Mike, there were very limited thoughts at the forefront of his mind. The first was that he was almost certain that he could feel his crotch growing warmer, although given the numbness he could not be 100 percent accurate in that judgment. The second, and far more troubling thought was that he could definitely feel his guts rumbling in an unnerving fashion, most definitely an after effect of the previous evenings copious beer consumption combined with a breakfast of room temperature pizza and a lunch of a greasy cafeteria burger. He had no idea how long he would be able to hold out for, but in the moment, 2 hours seemed like an extremely unreachable goalpost.

Edward didn't hate going to the doctors, but he didn't enjoy it either. For starters, he was never sick. Ed was always healthy. As someone who ran five miles a day and kept up a pretty rigorous lifting routine, he was the type of person that would be on the front of the brochure that said "5 Steps to a Healthier You." Today was a regular check-up. When checking in, the receptionist at the front had him sign his name then handed him a water bottle. "You're going to have to take a urine test, so make sure you drink this." Robert nodded, accepting the bottle and casually chugging it while his insurance card was scanned and logged. After the receptionist mentioned the doctor was behind a little bit, Robert settled in for the long haul. The doctor's office only had two people in the waiting room, something about COVID restrictions, and to make matters worse, it appeared like the office was bustling that day. The receptionist kept picking up the phone and putting it back down, over and over. The words, "Dr. Vickers office, can you please hold," was starting to get awfully dizzying after a bit. After about 45 minutes, Ed decided to head back to the reception desk and see what the hold up was. "You're actually next," She responded, glancing at her computer. She handed him another bottle of water. "I am so sorry you have to wait. But there are a ton of COVID cases spiking and as you can imagine…" "Yeah." Ed thanked her for the water bottle and went back to his seat. He swished some water around in his mouth and swallowed. He hated the pee tests at the doctor. Surely he couldn't be the only one who had a hard time peeing on command. It's like you're peeing with someone watching. Who can do that? "Ed?" The nurse practitioner, Kristen, poked her head into the reception area. Ed stood up and walked behind her to the back area where the offices were. Doctor's offices always smelled like band-aids and latex gloves. It was like someone sprayed "latex fresh" all over the place. Tongue depressors that tasted like sterile wood and giant cotton balls were customary stables sitting on the hygienic countertops. The hint of hand sanitizer smashed into his nose at every turn. The nurse practitioner was probably the best part of visiting Dr. Vicker. Ed always noticed her full breasts that peaked ever so slightly from under her scrubs that were slightly low cut. He could never quite tell, but he was pretty sure she had an ass to match, but her lab coat always blocked that view. Ed was pretty sure everyone in the waiting room could agree with that sentiment… even some of the women. But the nurse practitioner was simply gorgeous, and she was pretty much a doctor, which meant she was smarter than he was too. After stepping onto the scale and answering a few initial questions, Kristen let him know that she'd be back in a moment with a cup for him to pee in - cause he was probably ready to go at this point. Snapping out of his trance, Ed nodded. He did have that telltale twinge in his bladder and had to go. "I'll go get the cup, and the doctor will be in in just a moment," Kristen said before leaving the room. But she didn't return. In fact, Ed just sat there squirming in his jeans and tee-shirt, wondering where she'd gotten off to. Ed stood up, felt the twinge in his bladder, and peaked into the hallway. He heard a lot of noise coming from the office down the hall. Judging by the commotion, the doctors seemed preoccupied at the moment. And yet Ed still had to pee. He looked around and noticed the bathroom was out of order. Worried he'd miss the return of Kristen and the cup, Ed limped his way back to the office. Ed decided he was going to stand instead and try and focus on his breathing. That seemed to be the right thing to do right now before he just peed all over the floor. But that walking turned into pacing and the pacing turned into jumping up and down. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Kirsten returned. "I am so sorry," she said. "We had a patient on telehealth who we needed to admit to the hospital. She was so reluctant to go because… well... you know, the virus. But hospitals are perfectly safe. They test everyone that comes in, the doctors are tested…" Kirsten kept talking while Ed danced back and forth. Finally, Ed couldn't take it anymore. "Nurse Kirsten. I'm sorry, but I really have to pee. Can I get that cup, please?" "Omg, of course!" Kirsten sounded shocked. "I am sorry." She reached into the cabinet and pulled out a cup. But before she could hand it to Ed, Dr. Vicker walked in. The man was 6' 4 on a bad day and looked like he could bench press anything that was in his way. As one of the top general practitioners in the area, wherever he went, he turned heads. "Edward." His loud booming voice echoed in the room. "Welcome back to the office." He squirted some hand sanitizer into his hand just in time to see Ed lose his battle with his bladder. The urine started slowly then made its way down the leg of his pants. His entire crotch was unnaturally warm as the urine began to run down his leg and then pool where his socks and shoes met. The worst part was the noise. To everyone in the room, it was obvious what had happened. "Um..." Dr. Vicker just stared. "Oh my goodness," Kirsten said quickly, running to the cabinet. "Don't worry, I didn't know you were…" her voice trailed off as she shuffled in the cabinets. But Dr. Vicker just started at Ed, his dark eyes drilling into him. Ed suddenly felt small. "Well, you need to take those off," the doctor said, gesturing to Ed's wet pants that were quickly becoming cold. "Um, yes, I guess, sure.." Ed shivered slightly. But he didn't move. Kirsten continued rustling through the cabinets and finally came up for air. She put a package on the table then turned to Ed. "What are you waiting for? They need to come off." Ed didn't budge. He was feeling pretty foolish at that moment, standing in his own urine. So Kristen did the work for him. She kneeled down and started unbuckling his pants. Pausing for a moment, Kirsten then pointed to his shoes. "Those have to come off," she said matter a factly. Ed kicked off his shoes and then reached down to pull off his now soaked socks. Ed was actually grateful for the masks they were all wearing; he hoped he didn't smell too bad. Kirsten began the process of removing his pants. Without thinking, Ed placed one arm on her shoulder to steady himself as she removed each leg hole, one at a time. He looked like a toddler. A shiver went through his spine as she reached for his underwear and yanked it down so fast. The air conditioning was causing him to feel chilly in a spot where breezes usually don't blow. "Come on." Kirsten snapped, smacking the side of his thigh. "Let's go." She motioned towards the underwear that was now stuck at his knees. Ed, feeling smaller by the moment, stepped out of that humiliating garment as well. It was now apparent that Ed was standing naked from the waist down while Dr. Vicker gave him a piercing stare. He could tell that he was slightly disappointed. His lip curled in some sort of sneer. Kirsten then grabbed the bottom of Ed's shirt. "Come in, baby. Let's go." She said. "Wait why..?" But he was muffled by both his mask and shirt that were muffling his voice. Ed raised his arms and the shirt was pulled off him on instinct from a time long before he was potty trained. His mask slipped off, and on instinct, he bent over to pick it. But it had fallen too far, slipping under the examination table. Ed bent down, getting on the cold floor to retrieve the mask. The floor was cold under his knees. Ed reached out and grabbed the mask and then, remembering he was naked, stood back up quickly. He put back on the mask as the doctor pulled out his clipboard and could see out of the corner of his eye that Kirsten was fumbling with a few packages she'd pulled from the cabinet. "Do you usually have trouble with continence?" Dr. Vicker asked condescendingly as Ed tried to cover up his privates with his hands. "Excuse me?" "Do you usually have trouble holding your urine and bowels?" Ed blushed. "I don't have trouble holding my pee." "It appears that you do. Look at the state of this floor. I'll need to do a more intensive examination than I planned." The doctor scowled. "I can't believe someone at your age is having these issues." "But I'm not…" The doctor held up his hand. "You're pathetic with these excuses, Edward." Ed fell silent. He had never heard the doctor speak to him this way before and figured it was best to comply to get this over with and hopefully gain this man's respect back. The doctor grabbed a few tongue depressors and began checking his hand. Then instructed Ed to open his mouth and checked around. Ed began dancing around a little again. He had to pee again. Generally, when he drank too much water, he found himself peeing too much. But the doctor took his time. But the time he reached his groin area, Ed was mortified. The doctor cupped his hands around Ed's testicles and then squeezed slightly. "Smaller than usual." The doctor said disappointedly to Kirsten, who had been taking notes on a clipboard. "We should do the longer exam to be safe." The nurse practitioner looked at Ed and sighed as if Ed was the source of a great inconvenience. "If we have to." The doctor looked over at her and said sharply, "He's peeing himself like a toddler. Of course, we have to." The loudspeaker crackled to life, calling the doctor out of the room. "I'll be back." He said. "Collect a sperm sample and check his bowels for me. Then make sure he's protected." "Wait a second…" Ed stammered. This examination was getting too intense for his liking. The nurse nodded, and Ed felt colder than he had all day as he tried to cover up what was left of his dignity in front of this beautiful woman. But Ed noticed a change in her. As soon as the doctor left, she got this devilish look in her eyes and smiled. Something about that look scared Ed. "Sit back on the table, please." She said quietly. Ed did so quickly so he could get this over with. She stood in front of Ed and looked him up and down greedily. Then she grabbed the package that she'd taken out of the cabinet earlier and pulled out a thick white square, and placed it between his legs. "Lift up for me, please." Ed paused for a moment. "Lift. Up." Kirsten said it with such firmness, Ed had no choice but to comply. She placed the plastic padding beneath him, and he put his but back down. Ed couldn't help but feel vulnerable in this very intimate moment at the doctor's office. Next, the nurse grabbed a bottle of gel and squeezed it on her hands. "This will be better if you relax," And before he knew it, she had shoved her fingers up his asshole. "Try and squeeze down for me." Kirsten said simply. Shocked, Ed did the best he could while feeling her invading his insides. She stared at him, deep into his eyes, while she probed him. "Can you try and clench?" She asked again? Ed tried, but his shock kept him from moving. She sighed and shook her head. "Fucking baby." "Hey, I'm not…" But Ed was clearly being ignored. Next, she removed her gloves and then put on another pair. This time she lathered more gel on her hands and fondled his balls, squeezing slightly and rubbing the gel in his most intimate crevices. Ed, at this point, was lying back, unable to stop himself from shivering inside. Admit it or not; this felt… pretty good. It might be worth the humiliation of the rest of the day just so he could endure this. He'd always liked Kirsten. She was beautiful. Her round breasts, her cute nose, everything about her screamed at his inner monster. He grew hard at her touch, and soon he was trying to match his hips to the rhythm of her movements. Fire boiled up inside his loins as she continued to stroke. Ed was getting close, and his breathing quickened. Had he given this movement any more thought, he might have fallen soft. Considering he was lying on an exam table with his legs open and getting a very medical handjob at the moment while being treated like an infant, this wasn't the worst thing that could happen. But right when he was about to cum, Kirsten stopped and took her gloves off. "That's enough of that." She said. "Wait, aren't you gonna?" "Gonna what?" She shot him a dirty look while instructing him to lay his head back on the take and start following directions. Ed was nervous. He had clearly misread the situation and gotten himself in trouble. He closed his eyes for a second as he lay back on the mat. He felt Kirsten tugging something soft and padded around his member and then felt it being taped up. "What are???" Ed's eyes shot open as he looked down. That white plastic square was a diaper. Was she kidding? He didn't need diapers. She glared at him. "You've proven, by wetting your pants, that you cannot be trusted to be fully continent. And," she raised her voice at Ed protests. "If you continue to fight back, I am going to have to call security. I doubt you'll want them to see you in your cute diapers. Now we have one more test, and that's to test to see how you take fluids." Ed stayed quiet because she, at the mention of "cute diapers," had patted him on the front of the diaper, driving him closer to the end of an orgasm. Kirsten shocked him by taking off her shirt and then leaning over the table and teasing her nipple in front of his face. "Suck baby." So he did, greedily. He sucked as much as he could. Enjoying the moment as he wiggled on the table. Ed figured that if he was going to have to suffer, he might as well enjoy himself. But as he sucked, she kept talking. Saying things like, "Good baby," and "that's my little boy." Ed tried his best to ignore her, but each time he'd hear her voice, his erection would get harder and harder until… Ed felt himself spurting in his diaper. He froze as the orgasm washed over him, causing him to feel extremely lightheaded and dizzy. His head jerked up over and over as his penis splashed cum onto the inside of his plastic padding. Then Ed fell backward and sighed. That was not satisfying at all. In fact, now that he finished spurting into his infantile padding, he felt a deep humiliation burning from within. In his haze, he hadn't realized that Kristen had stood back up and was now on the other side of the room taking notes on a clipboard, looking quite disappointed. Then a man's voice shattered the moment. "Looks like you will need these diapers after all." Dr. Vicker was back. Panic shot through Ed's brain as he condescendingly stepped to the table and looked at Ed, who at the moment had a full stomach and was sitting in a cum soaked diaper. "Nurse, let's make sure we get you a prescription for these." The doctor continued. "I think thick diapers for six months should do the trick. We can have them delivered to your house." "But I don't need them," Ed said stupidly. But the doctor just stared at him and squeezed his diaper. "It feels like you do to me." He then turned to the nurse. "And it looks like we need an enforcement mechanism. Sign him up for the diaper delivery service and write that the patient is reluctant to participate, they have ways of ensuring compliance." The doctor looked at Ed. "It would be in your best interest to participate and to do so as instructed. These people are serious. I've seen some boys like you never have their bladder and bowel control restored." "But I don't have issues…" Ed sputtered, moving to the edge of the table, fully aware of the slight squish that precluded that movement. "Keep that up, and you'll be punished." The doctor put down his iPad. "They'll make you eat baby food or replace all the furniture in your home with baby furniture. We had one guy come in here who hasn't cum in six months. That was…. scary. He just couldn't like most babies. Follow the program and you'll be fine, okay?" Ed just sat there as the doctor left the room. Nurse Kirsten handed him back his pants and gave his diaper a squeeze. "See you tomorrow at your place baby." She giggled and left the room. Ed swallowed hard. How was he going to get out of this one?

Mark gasped, because he couldn’t do anything else. His restraints were thorough and complete. He’d been strapped down that morning without explanation or excuse, and bands of canvas and magnetic locks covered every part of his body. Mark’s ankles were spread wide, cuffed down without room for even an inch of lateral motion, his torso had a wide, heavy belt wrapped around it to lock away even the littlest bit of movement, and his arms were pinned down with even greater intensity, cuffs on both his wrists and arms to keep him from wriggling. A wide rubber gag had been pushed into his mouth, not simply muffling his words, but pushing down his tongue and spreading his cheeks, muting him completely. The only ‘clothing’ he’d been allowed was a single adult diaper–thin and discreet, but still on full display for anyone who came to check his room. After all: Between the gag, the collar around his neck, and the excessive locks on the straps, he may as well have been paralyzed, so it’s not as though he could go use a toilet when the need arose. In summation, when his favorite nurse in the ward slipped into the room, he could only greet her with a fraction of a smile, wrinkling the corners of his eyes. Kate met his eyes when she closed the door behind herself, giving it a careful push and turning the handle as she did so that it wouldn’t make a sound–the carpets muffled her footsteps, and if he hadn’t seen her come in, he might not have even known she was there. “Your charts are looking good,” she said, a little too loud, as though she wanted anyone who might be in the hall to hear her. Dropping her voice to barely above a whisper, she added, “But you’re looking even better.” Setting a clipboard down on the end of the bed, she looked over her shoulder one more time, confirming that they were alone. Their privacy assured, she flashed a smile at Mark, an eyebrow raising as if to say, ‘Are you ready for me?’ Mark couldn’t reply, he lacked the room to so much as nod or shake his head, but his body reacted when she began to undo her apron, letting the white garment slip to the floor, turning so that Mark could see her hips sway beneath her blue scrub dress, one with buttons along the side so it could be undone like a shirt. He couldn’t give a verbal reply beyond a stifled moan, but the erection growing beneath his diaper spoke for itself. Kate lifted her leg, leaning it against the side of the bed, and began to undo her buttons from the bottom up. She did each button one at a time, pulling back fabric as she did to reveal a delicate lace garter over her leg, and a moment later her matching panties, so thin and sheer as to almost be transparent. Her fingers were unhurried, tantalizing as they moved, each new button revealing a few inches of bare skin and patterned lingerie, ‘til the dress was free and slid down from her shoulders. Finally she dropped it to the floor and turned, giving Mark a full view of her lingerie, undergarments which certainly had no practical use–they weren’t for her job, they were for him. Kate crawled onto the bed between his hopelessly immobile legs, wearing a wicked smile. He could gasp and whimper and do little else, and when she untaped his diaper, exposing his erection, he forgot what he’d wanted to say in the first place. “You’re probably confused,” Kate purred, smiling sweetly at him, “I asked the orderlies overnight to get these restraints–now nobody can blame you, you don’t have anything to worry about.” His eyes widened, recognizing what was about to come. He’d flirted with her a few times, and their conversations had gotten pretty suggestive, but he’d never expected that she’d do anything about it–yet here she was, her hands landed just above his hips, the tip of her finger reaching to rub against the tip of his exposed cock. He inhaled and shivered, growing tense at the pleasure. That seemed to be what Kate wanted–she took him in her hand, stroking with her palm, working him up further. “You know,” she said, watching as he rolled his head back, “I’d really like to kiss you.” She gazed down and leaned forward, closing warm lips around his cock. He melted into it, eyes closing as she ran her tongue along his shaft, her efforts practiced and delicate. She knew his body intimately, having cared for it countless times already, and she had the talent to draw out bursts of pleasure and sensation from anyone. His restraints amplified the effect–he couldn’t do anything except experience what she did to him, and so the sensations were intensified, burning pleasure contrasting with his stiff restraints and stifling immobility. Opening his eyes, Mark gasped, bucking as much as he could against the sudden jolt of endorphins that rocked his body. Kate’s eyes bunched up in a partial smile at this, happy to get such a strong reaction, working him all the harder for it. He tried to speak, but his tongue couldn’t move, his jaw forced open, and his attempts to communicate were fractured, left to fizzle out into desperate moans. There was nothing for Kate to hear that would deter her from her ambitions, all his mumbling accomplished was to hide the rustle of sheets and background sounds. Kate’s mouth sent wave upon wave of shivers up Mark’s back, spasms of pleasure–but as much as part of him wanted to lose himself in the moment, another part fought that pleasure, trying to keep his thoughts clear so he could communicate. He knew something Kate didn’t, and so as good as her tongue felt, his fears kept the moment from reaching a peak. Kate finally recognized that his thrashing was more than a response to pleasure. She pulled away, but rather than recognize what’d worried him, she set to putting his mind at ease. “It’s alright,” she promised, her mouth so close he could feel her breath on his cock. “I won’t tell if you don’t–and even if someone finds out, how could they blame you?” She winked, eyes flashing with mirth. He tried to communicate back with his gaze, the only part of him he could control, to tell her clearly, ‘Something is wrong.’ Kate pulled her mouth away, fingers stroking along his erection while she took the small break. “Is something wrong?” she asked, challenging him to respond, knowing he couldn’t. She seemed frustrated at his reticence, but willing to overlook it, to keep playing with his powerless body. “I know you like this–are you just trying to make it last longer? Or…” If she’d had a little longer, Kate might have pieced together the source of Mark’s fear, but just then Claire cleared her throat and broke through the uncertainty. “Just what exactly is going on here?” Kate jumped, finally realizing what Mark had known all along–they had gained an audience. Unlike Kate, a nurse, Claire was a doctor, and she wore that authority in her posture and confidence. Spinning and scooting back on the bed, so that she almost straddled Mark’s lap, Kate covered her chest with her arms and stammered an excuse. “Ma’am, I was just–” “I know what you were doing,” Claire interrupted, stepping forward to loom over the bed. Though her glare fell on Kate, Mark felt the heat of it radiate in his direction, and he felt a sinking pit of fear build in his stomach. “Your job is not to pleasure our patients–especially not this one. I think you’ve forgotten that.” Shaking her head, Kate slipped off the bed, hurrying to pick up her uniform, trying to cover her lingerie and garters with her arms. “I’m–I’m sorry, I didn’t–it won’t happen again.” “I know it won’t,” Claire agreed, her gaze finally shifting to Mark. He couldn’t find the tiniest shred of sympathy in her eyes–she didn’t care about him, her anger was locked onto the nurse. Beneath her fury, though, Mark thought he detected a hint of something else–she felt betrayed, jealous, furious that Kate would do this. “Because you’re going to learn what happens when you misbehave.” Nodding, Kate held her head high, clothes held in a bundle in front of her chest, not yet realizing what Mark understood. “I accept whatever punishment you deem is fit for me.” “As though that’d teach you anything,” Claire replied, shaking her head. “No, we’re not doing this your way. You will be punished directly, but that wouldn’t be enough to teach you, so we’re going to make him into your real lesson.” Kate frowned, glancing at Mark with alarm. “What? But he–” “You thought you could slip this past me if you had him restrained,” Claire cut in. “But it doesn’t work like that. You know I see all the work orders on my floor, right? I knew what you were planning before you ever walked into this room.” A squeak chirped from somewhere in the back of Kate’s throat as she realized how badly she’d screwed up, but she didn’t argue. “If he’s so distracting that you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’ll make sure he’s no longer a distraction.” She paused for just long enough to let the threat marinate in their imaginations before she let the reality of her revenge sink in. “Prepare fifty CCs of Incontinol.” Hesitating, Kate’s mouth hung open. “But–he didn’t–” “Every time you object, it’ll only get worse,” Claire interrupted. “Your actions will have consequences. Do you understand?” Kate nodded. Mark could see her eyes darting back to him occasionally, but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. Kate began to pull her dress back on, but Claire snapped her fingers and shook her head. “Now,” the doctor commanded. “No excuses, no delays.” Jumping, Kate dropped the bundle of clothes, walked to the dresser by the side of the room in just her lingerie and garters. She began to prepare the injection, while Claire loomed, arms crossed over her chest. The nurse turned a moment later, holding up a syringe full of clear, shimmering liquid. Squeezing the plunger, a spurt dribbled from the needle’s tip, clearing any bubbles and preparing it for his arm. It was Mark’s turn to protest–whimpering into the gag, he shook his head as far as the restraints would allow, which wasn’t much. Attempts to say ‘please’ and ‘no’ were garbled into unintelligible ‘mmmphs’, but Claire still knew what he meant. She just didn’t care. Hands shaking as she walked to his side, Kate began, “Ma’am, please–” Claire held no mercy. “Now.” Mark looked at Kate, pleading with his eyes, but she wouldn’t look back. He tried to wriggle and thrash, to keep the injection out of him, but his arm had only a centimeter or so of room to move to begin with, and once she put a hand on his upper arm to pin him down, he was totally helpless. Pressing a finger into the crook of his arm, she found a vein, then raised the syringe. Mark felt only a bit of pressure as she pressed the plunger down, flooding his system with the drug, but he wasn’t worried about the needle, he was worried about the chemicals inside. “Get one of our heavy-duty diapers,” Claire commanded, smirking at Mark’s helpless form. Her gaze fell between his legs, and she added, “This just won’t be much use anymore.” Past the point of being able to object, Kate meekly nodded, returning once more to the dresser. Mark hadn’t appreciated the thin diaper he’d been wearing, but when he saw what it would be replaced by, he realized he hadn’t been thankful enough–the new diaper Kate produced was not only thick, but had enough bulk that it had clearly not been designed with things like ‘discretion’ in mind–the only concern had been capacity. Above the worries about his pride, though, what bothered Mark the most was the implication that he’d need the new diaper’s capacity. Then again, even if Mark didn’t have a gag swelling his cheeks and stealing his voice away, it’s not as though he could have made a reasonable complaint–he wasn’t going anywhere with his whole body secured to the bed. Kate shuffled back with a tube of perfumed powder, setting both it and the new diaper to the side. She didn’t need wipes; Mark was still clean, save for a little spittle still drying on his persistent erection. He couldn’t look down far enough to see where she touched, but he had an excellent view of Kate’s chest, covered only by her delicate bra. She dusted the powder over him, rubbing it into his thighs, her fingers lingering for a moment as she considered trying to rub it into other places. Clearing her throat, Claire commented, “I’d suggest you finish up–the medicine works quickly, and you’ll be the one cleaning it up if there are any unfortunate leaks.” Blushing sympathetically, Kate slid the old diaper away, replacing it with the new one, shimmying it into place beneath his immobile frame. Mark felt the extra thickness under his butt lift him measurably up off the bed, and when she folded the new diaper up between his legs, the material pressed into his thighs, a constant reminder of the expanded capacity of these new diapers. “Any moment now,” Claire commented, staring at her watch with smug satisfaction. Kate had to pull the diaper over his unhelpful erection, the padding tented out slightly while she tugged on the tapes, but the time pressure encouraged her to get it done. The slight contact, even through a thick diaper, drew a whimper from Mark, but that ship had sailed. Kate finished taping him in, running her hand over the front of the diaper to make sure the tapes wouldn’t come free, and in that moment, the medicine did its work. Mark didn’t understand what was happening at first. The front of his diaper grew warm around him, and he felt that heat rush down his thighs and soak into the front of the diaper out of nowhere, excess trickling between his legs. Kate squeaked as she felt it through the padding, and it took her a moment to draw her hand away, her reaction slowed by surprise. “See?” Claire asked, putting a hand over her mouth, though the gesture didn’t really hide her blush-inducing smirk. “You couldn’t help it, and now, neither can he.” Claire’s precaution with the new diaper had been warranted–his old diaper might have failed, or at least been soaked to capacity, but the new one held everything with ample room to spare. Mark’s limited mobility at least allowed him to squirm a little, but as the helpless warmth saturated the new diaper, what he wanted was to squirm and hump the hot, sodden padding–though with barely any wiggle room in the strap holding his waist down, that amounted to mere wriggling, getting only a hint of satisfaction. “See? Even he prefers this–or he would, if I let him have a little more room to squirm,” Claire pointed out. “I’m sorry,” Kate whispered, though whether she meant it for Claire or Mark, he couldn’t tell. “Has the lesson sunk in yet?” Claire raised her arm a second time, peering at her watch a little longer. Kate’s gaze stayed on Mark’s diaper, on the stain that’d just barely managed to penetrate the thick diaper, yellowing the crotch. She nodded, stunned. “Good. Let’s see if this will help you remember the lesson.” Claire smiled, tapping the watch, knowing what was coming next. Her words became clear to him in an instant. There was little for him to do except feel, and to protest with empty grunts and whimpers. When he felt a new warmth and pressure spreading in the seat of his diaper, an involuntary response to an urge he couldn’t feel, his eyes widened. Kate hadn’t just been forced to take his bladder control, she’d given him poison that stole his self-control completely. She didn’t realize right away, though–there was nothing to see, and the slight crinkle as his diaper bulged could be chalked up to settling from the urine still absorbing in. She recognized Mark’s expression, but it took a second longer to comprehend the cause, realization wrinkling her nose. “Do you still want him?” Claire asked. There were no answers. If Kate said, ‘Yes,’ Claire would likely come up with something worse to inflict on Mark, and if she said, ‘No’, Claire would gloat about her defeat. Kate just hung her head, stepping back. “Go to my office,” Claire continued, moving on smoothly now that her victory was clear. “I will deal with you in a moment–you’ve learned your lesson, but that doesn’t mean you won’t still be punished.” Kate squeaked and scurried away, still in only her underclothes, sparing one last apologetic glance for Mark before she departed. Claire remained, arms crossed, the corners of her mouth curled up in a smirk as she stared down at her patient. Once the door closed, leaving them alone together, Claire stepped forward, leaning down to press her hand into the crotch of Mark’s diaper, fingers gripping and squeezing to demonstrate her power. He whimpered as she squelched it into him, sodden, mushy padding pressing against his skin. “Hmm,” Claire said, drawing out the thought as she groped, squeezing her fingers into his diaper just to show that she could. “You’ve got a lot of room left–I think I’ll leave you like this. You’ll need to learn to get used to them being like this, anyways.” Mark’s eyes had no more room to widen, but he tried to plead with her, hoping his expression could earn even an ounce of sympathy. To his surprise, it seemed to work–rather than leaving then and there, Claire stepped closer to the head of the bed and crouched, undoing the buckle that held his gag in place. Her tone a little lower she whispered, “Peaches.” “I’m fine. I’m…this is…” “Breathe, take your time.” “...” “Deep breaths, there you go.” “This is…this is great.” “I still need to be sure. You looked terrified.” “You can get pretty scary, but in a good way.” “Green?” “Green.” “Okay. Cream.” Her tone was harsh and mocking as she demanded, “Thank me.” “Wh-what?” Mark whimpered, a little spittle rolling down his cheek as his lips were freed of the gag. “For ensuring the quality of your stay,” Claire taunted. “I made sure you’ll get the best care possible, without any bias at all from your nurses–so, thank me. Otherwise, I might start to worry your treatment wasn’t thorough enough.” Recognizing the obvious threat, Mark still choked on the words. She’d humiliated him, taken away his control, stolen every bit of dignity he had in front of Kate, and now… “I’m waiting.” Claire tssk’ed, raising her watch for emphasis. “Thank you.” Mark gave in, feeling pathetic for it. “That’s not good enough,” Claire warned, shaking her head. “Be specific.” “Thank you for… making me incontinent,” Mark mumbled. “For making it so Kate wouldn’t want me anymore.” “Better. Learn to behave like this all the time, and I might not even need to gag you.” Standing up straight, Claire forced the gag back into his mouth, wiggling it until it sat over his tongue once again. With a quick pull on the buckle, she had him silent and helpless once again. “But I still would–I don’t want to hear you whimpering while I’m teaching Kate her lesson.” For good measure, she pulled his hip strap a little tighter, and with that done she had no more use for him. Turning, she strode to the door, leaving Mark to stew in his diaper. He babbled into the gag, straining against the restraints, pulling until his arms began to protest and give out. Slumping back into the bed, breathing weakly, he closed his eyes, wishing for all the world that he could just move a little. His erection had returned, and it’d only take a bit of motion, something to rub against, and he’d at least get satisfaction… But with his hips and knees strapped snugly down, he couldn’t even do that much. He tried, but there just wasn’t enough friction available for anything more than desperation–the thick, damp padding pressed against and around him, giving a little room to wiggle, but for him to have the leeway to enjoy it, the diaper would need to be saturated to capacity. He could hear, though. Claire’s office was just one door over, and he heard when Kate’s ‘punishment’ began and the nurse’s moans of pleasure carried through with perfect clarity. Mark whimpered, because he couldn’t do anything else. ... 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My next book that is being published on Amazon, Halo from Hell, will be free the weekend of January 25th through 27th of 2019. This is a story about Lola, a young Latina lady that gets into a car crash that leaves her in a halo cervical brace, leg braces and diapers due to her injuries. She is not the best patient and winds up getting a suppository for her troubles. When that doesn't teach her a lesson, she gets a bag of hot soapy water to fill her colon. Life can be hard in diapers for an adult. It is even harder when you can't feel your legs or move your head. Can she find love under a halo? I hope you take advantage of this and if you like it or not, leave me some feedback. I'd love a review of any of my books on Amazon if you feel the urge.

Taken from The ABDL MedFet Book 6, here is a little story about the power in dominance, the passion in passiveness and the patience in a patient. Part One “Hiya, Erin!” Charlotte said, putting her purse down in the nurses’ station, having arrived a bit early for her night shift - this to the surprise of her daytime counterpart, Erin. “You’re a bit early. Aren’t you?” Erin said with a smile, finishing her last bit of paperwork for the day and filing it away. “Well, yeah,” Charlotte admitted, sitting next to her. “But I wanted to hear about this hunky new guy in room 77 you were texting me about. Greg, I think you said his name was?” “Greg Townsend,” Erin confirmed, getting out his paperwork to show her. “28, white male, 5’10”, 180 lbs. He was admitted about an hour ago, brought straight from a car accident. Injuries include: bruised ribs and possibly torn stomach muscles … and yes, he’s a hunk.” Charlotte smiled, knowing how easily Erin would go weak in the knees for some of the more handsome patients left in her care. For the next week at least, Charlotte and Erin were going to be seeing very little of each other. They were also going to be seeing very little free time as they would be working 12 hours shifts each day. Normally, a third nurse split the job three ways for them. But that nurse was on vacation and with several other nurses in the wing being pulled away for quarterly training seminars that were taking place that week, Charlotte, Erin and all the others who were still there were going to be there quite a bit - the hospital saving on labor costs by not scheduling extra help for the 7th floor of St. Ignatius Hospital. Presently, Erin was covering 7am to 7pm and Charlotte was taking the other half through the night. But they would switch in a few days to allow for a little bit of human life to be shared between the two of them. Charlotte picked up Greg’s incoming paperwork and read, with wide eyes, about the accident he had survived. “Patient was struck by a female driver who was driving well above the speed limit. Patient had no time to react and when she hit his front bumper, his car went up in the air and landed on its side. His seatbelt kept him strapped to his seat, but it wretched him all over the place. And this was how his ribs became bruise as well as how his stomach muscles may have become possibly torn. Degree of the diastasis of the recti muscles to be determined.” “How did he survive this crash? His HPI reads like a horror movie,” Charlotte exclaimed, continuing to read the detailed a gruesome account. “And is the other driver alright?” “It’s a miracle he’s alive,” Erin said with sincerity. “The other driver is in much worse shape, but she was admitted to the ER at the same time he was brought in. I haven’t heard about her condition since. But I was told she was on her cell phone when the crash happened.” Charlotte scoffed. Oh, did she loathe things like that - accidents caused by the preventable carelessness of others. As a no-nonsense kind of person, she was thusly a no-nonsense kind of nurse. But it was Erin who kept her grounded to remember the human element in their work. Erin, on the other hand, was the overly-caring type. She was also a bit of a worrier. But she had learned from Charlotte to double-check herself while not second-guessing herself. Together, they balanced each other out, making a more complete pairing. Charlotte kept a close eye on Greg that first night, as she would have done for any newly-admitted patient. But despite his vital checks every hour, it wasn’t until the 4am check that he finally stirred awake. “Hello?” Greg said with a groggy voice, the lights in room 77 being kept very dim and only showing Charlotte as a silhouette until she walked up to his bedside. “I assume I’m not dead.” “You would assume correctly,” Charlotte said, Greg seeing her last name on her name tag. “Webb?” he asked, still quite groggy - Charlotte checking all three bags of IV fluid that were hooked up to quickly be changed out for him … an indication that his injuries, and therefore his pain, was severe. “I don’t suppose your first name is …” “…It is,” Charlotte said with a knowing grin, having been asked that same question more times than she could recall. “Charlotte.” “Charlotte Webb,” Greg said with a groggy smile. “My mother named me after the character,” she admitted, recording information on the laptop on her rolling cart. “Well, don’t feel too bad. My father named me after his favorite football player,” Greg said, grimacing a little. “I don’t suppose you could crank up the pain killers.” “Not without permission. But doctors will be in to see you in the morning,” Charlotte answered. “On a scale of 1 to 10, where 10 is extreme and 1 is mild or non-existent, what is your current pain?” “I’ve always thought some of the questions asked of hospital patients were ludicrous. That one right there is my favorite,” Greg said with a slight laugh, then cutting himself off from all further laughter as it only worsened the pain he was feeling. “Put down … 7. But you can write the word excruciating right after that.” “Most people just tell me 10,” Charlotte said, recording his answer. “Most people embellish. They will say whatever they think will get them more drugs,” he replied. “The real pain is mental, not physical.” “What do you mean?” Charlotte asked, his first impression showing him to be more than just a hunky-looking guy. “Well, tomorrow morning, doctors will come in here and tell me that I need to rest up while I am hospitalized and then they put all sorts of sleeping medication in me. And I will, in fact, go to sleep,” Greg said. “But then I will constantly be woken up for a list of various reasons, though I’m supposed to be resting.” Charlotte smiled, laughing at his response. How true it was. “How long have I been here?” he asked. “8 hours,” Charlotte said, still smiling at him. “It’s about 4am.” There certainly was a little something more to him than his handsome jaw line and strong build. Rarely did Charlotte ever take to her patients, but Greg was different. She just wasn’t sure how yet. “The girl who ran into me … is she okay?” he asked, a genuine sense of worry in his voice. He obviously knew how bad the accident had been. “She was admitted to the ER the same time you were brought here,” Charlotte answered honestly. “I don’t know anything more about her.” Greg closed his eyes, a bit of concern coming over him. “How long have I had this IV in my arm?” he asked, seeing his right forearm connected to the bags hanging behind him. “9 hours,” Charlotte replied, finishing her current check on him. “IV was first started for you when you were placed in the ambulance to be brought here.” “Before you leave, I’ve got to tell you something,” he said, stopping Charlotte in her tracks as she turned back to listen to him. “I have a weak stomach. I’m serious about that. I’m not joking about … whatever damage my stomach has at the moment. When this IV is taken out of my arm, I will begin to throw up repeatedly.” “Okay,” Charlotte said, not seeing his statement as being alarming. “I apologize in advance if it’s you who has to clean up after me,” he said with honesty. “It’s not gonna be fun for either of us.” “That’s my job. Now, get some rest,” she said, rolling her cart over to the door but then turning back one more time to say something to him. “I’ll be back in two hours to wake you up again.” Greg smiled, then quickly fell asleep. --------------- The next morning at 7:15am, Erin rushed in for her shift. “I’m sorry I’m late,” Erin apologized, setting her stuff down in the nurses’ station. “Traffic was a nightmare.” “It’s alright. Catch your breath, Sweetie,” Charlotte said, taking a seat next to her. “You were right about our hunky boy in room 77. I can tell already that his physical movements will be scarce for a while. But he has a sense of humor about the situation. Here, come with me for a minute. I want to show you something about him.” They walked down the hallway to his room, cracking the door open and peeking in at him. “He has been laying in the exact same position all night, flat on his back with his arms at his side,” Charlotte said. “Most patients do that, but he is doing it naturally. This position of sleep can lead to back pain, but he is smart enough to know, even when sleeping, that a crick in the back is nothing compared to what else he’s dealing with right now.” “Right,” Erin said, not understanding the point she was getting at. “Flat on the back is known as the soldier position,” Charlotte said, leading Erin back to the nurses’ station. “People who regularly sleep in that position have high expectations but also tend to instinctively protect. That’s why it’s call the soldier position. A soldier would sleep like that so he could get up quickly for battle or whatever, if needed.” Erin still wasn’t sure what point Charlotte was making, but throughout the day shift, she would learn a lot about Greg. And her softer nature would begin to rise to her surfaces, like always. But she would wait until he awoke that morning before bothering him again. Sure enough, he would stir as soon as the sun rose high enough to shine in through the Venetian blinds of room 77. “Good morning, Mr. Townsend. My name is Erin,” Erin said, rolling her cart into his room for an 8am check. Greg looked at her name tag, then smiled. “Your name is Erin Runner,” Greg said, the timbre in his voice almost making her knees wobble. “So, there’s Charlotte Webb at night and Erin Runner during the day.” “For now, at least. She and I will switch shifts in a few days,” Erin said, checking the drip bags and beginning to record the information. “Before you ask, just right down my pain as a 6 … with a side note of slowly getting better,” Greg said, trying to sit up but thinking better of the position shift when he felt pain from the movement. “Oh, no. Not yet,” Erin said, easing him back into a laying position. “Soon enough, though.” “I hear there are doctors coming to visit me some time this morning?” he asked, returning to his relax on the mattress. “Yes. They should be here by now. But they’re not always punctual,” Erin stated, then cryptically interrogating him. “Charlotte told me to look into the condition of the lady who hit you. Though, I can’t give you any details, I can tell you that she made it. She’s alive.” Greg sighed softly, closing his eyes - as if a sense of relief had overtaken him. Getting a bit bolder, she walked up alongside him. “Is there anyone you’d like me contact for you? Perhaps parents or relatives … or a girlfriend?” Erin asked with a sweet tone. “Well, you’re gonna have some trouble, there,” he replied with a smile. “Both of my parents passed away. My brother lives in New Mexico. And, if I have a girlfriend, it’s news to me.” Erin shared a smile with him, then going back to her paperwork at the rolling cart. “You have a very pleasant way about you, Erin Runner,” Greg said with a deep timbre that made her shudder and then smile back at him sweetly with raised shoulders of shyness. “Not everybody finds value in simply being nice. That’s a quality I hope you never lose.” “Greg Townsend?” a doctor said, walking into his room. “That would be me … or what’s left of me,” Greg said with a jocular tone, the doctor smiling and shaking hands with him. “As it turns out, you’ll be happy to know there’s more left of you than what we believed when you were admitted last night,” the doctor said. “We no longer believe you to have any muscular diastasis.” “And once I get my hands on a medical dictionary for translation, I’m sure that’s gonna mean a whole lot more to me than at the moment,” Greg said, the doctor laughing at the response. “You have no torn muscles anywhere,” the doctor restated, putting it into layman’s terms. “But you are more than likely in a great deal of pain. Essentially, you have internal bruising. And we are going to monitor you for a few days to make sure that everything inside you is working properly. I’d really like to see you up and walking around in a day’s time. That may not be possible, but here’s some incentive: until you can stand up and walk, you will be peeing in a bottle and relieving yourself in a bed pan. And you’ll return to solid food at dinner today.” “Well, Doc. You have given me all the incentive you’ll need to,” Greg said with a small laugh - anything more being too painful. “My time and my healing are for sale, but my dignity is not. I will be up on my feet before this day is over.” “That’s what I like to hear,” the doctor replied. Erin stood there, listening to Greg and that doctor speak - then feeling sympathy for Greg as the doctor had him sit up. She could tell by the look on his face that he was in tremendous pain. Then she thought about how concerned he was for the well-being of the cellphone-using lady who slammed into him and almost killed him. Charlotte was right about him. There was more than met the eye and it truly shocked Erin that he didn’t have a girlfriend. How was that even possible? He seemed like such a great guy, of what she knew of him. For this reason, she exercised caution in pursuing her curiosities about him. But seeing the doctor pushing in on Greg’s stomach and testing Greg’s limits of pain, Erin grew a soft spot in her heart for him. So, by the time the doctor stopped torturing him and left the room, she was already in a mode of I’m gonna take good care of you now. And with her added traits of worry, she slipped right into the same groove as always, wanting nothing but to make him become pain-free. Before easing Greg back down onto the mattress, Erin massaged the center point on his right shoulder blade while placing a cool right hand on his abdomen. Reaching under his hospital gown to touch his abdomen, she caught a glorious quick view of his endowment. And Wow! was all she could think of it. Trying to show no reaction to what she caught a glimpse of, Erin finally eased him down on the mattress. Then she massaged the very middle of his right foot, at a specific point which lessened the pain in his stomach area and his diaphragm. She wandered if it would be rude of her to tell him that she was also single and available but thought better of saying anything. “Breathe,” she said very quietly - almost in a whisper. “I am,” Greg said softly. Shyly, she smiled - a bit too embarrassed to reveal she was telling herself to breathe, not him. And she was even more too embarrassed to say why she was flustered to the point of needing to remind herself to breathe. His endowment! Oh, my. It would be a momentary vision that would remain in her mind’s eye for quite some time to come. And the massages worked, his pain lessening to a tolerable degree. Greg closed his eyes and fell asleep fairly quickly. But she would remain there by his side for a short while longer, studying the expressions on his face and wondering if he was dreaming. Doing her rounds, she finally had to admit to herself that she was smitten over him. Unlike so many of the other patients who were understandably miserable, Greg was not - though he had just as much right to be. Aside from the fact that he was a good-looking guy who obviously found importance in his appearance, when not in a hospital bed, he also seemed to have a positive-outlook on a negative situation. His heart was in a good place and his head was in a good place, despite where he was and why he was there. There were no red flags she could see. Greg went in and out of sleep all that afternoon. Erin kept checking on him constantly. When not checking on him or the other patients, she busied herself with text message after text message to Charlotte who was probably sleeping - telling her about how intriguing he was and also how well hung he was. By the time the dinner hour arrived, Greg was ready for some sort of sustenance and Erin was ready to dig a bit deeper into who he was - readying herself to open up to him - should all red flags remain at bay. “Be honest with me, Erin,” Greg said, leaning the bed upward to cheat so he wouldn’t have to hold himself up while eating. “Does that doctor really consider broth and Jello to be solid food?” Erin laughed aloud while tucking a napkin into the front of his hospital gown collar. His outlook certainly was a refreshing one for her to hear. He wasn’t really complaining like the other patients - instead, making light of that which needed it. “You’re completely overlooking the fact that he also thinks it’s actual food!” Erin added, sliding his dinner table over the bed and inadvertently trapping his arms underneath it. “Well, now it feels like a torturous tool used in interrogations,” Greg said with a monotone quality in his voice that broke Erin into hysterical laughter. In all honesty, Greg was happy to be able to put anything in his stomach, no matter how unappetizing the food may have seemed. “Where were you on the night of …?” Greg asked with a mocking interrogation tone until Erin cut him off by slipping a spoonful of broth into his mouth and holding the spoon there as he swallowed. “Oh, I’ve got better questions than that when I interrogate someone,” Erin said with a devilish grin and a playful tone, thoroughly enjoying the rapport they were building with each other. “Okay,” Greg, opening his mouth wide for the next spoonful. “How do you not have a girlfriend?” Erin asked, putting another spoonful of broth in his mouth and then using the tip of the spoon to scoop up the minor dribble on his lower lip - then feeding that to him as well. “And I want a real answer or I’ll break out the rice pudding next.” “I have no idea,” he responded after swallowing, his tone showing his honesty. “I guess I just haven’t met the right one yet.” “Have you ever been married?” Erin asked, feeding him another spoonful of broth, then switching over to the Jello. “Nope. Engaged, yes. But never married,” he admitted. “And why didn’t you get married?” she inquired, dipping the spoon into the red Jello and feeding him the first heaping spoonful of it. “Because engagement showed us exactly what engagement was supposed to show us,” he answered honestly again. “And what’s that?” she asked, really getting into this conversation. “That we weren’t meant to be married to each other,” he answered, trying not to laugh as laughter would have been painful for him just then. “How did you get into nursing?” Erin played very coy, returning to feeding him the broth and taking her time in deciding if she was going to tell him anything about herself. But the more intriguing thought in her mind was about what would be fun to actually tell him. She could be cryptic. She was in control and she could clearly see why Charlotte always leaned in the direction of dominating men. There was very satisfying fun in it. But Charlotte’s problem had always been about respecting boundaries. And she would quickly go from appearing as dominant to becoming domineering. Erin had no intention of disregarding her submissive nature. Instead, she would attempt a bit of topping from the bottom. But Greg’s reaction to this was her current primary concern. “I’ve always liked reading books about women who changed the world in some way and left a mark in their fields of work, like Florence Nightingale,” she said with a lowered tone, saucy to say the least as she fed him yet another spoonful of the broth. “She was a pioneer in the nursing field in the late 19th century. Her dedication to patient care got her nicknamed The Lady with the Lamp because she made rounds at night …… and this had never been done before.” Greg swallowed the broth and immediately received another helping of it. She was certainly taking charge of the situation … and of the talk. “Her example of care would forever change the way hospitals treated patients. Most consider her to be the founder of modern nursing,” Erin continued, leaning the bowl towards her as she scooped up more of the broth and fed it to him - Greg not resisting her at all. It seemed he suddenly had a bit of intrigue in her too … or so she was being led to believe. Finishing the last few spoonfuls of broth, she returned to the red Jello, only making him eat half of it. “That’s a really wonderful role model to have,” he said with a smile and authentic tone. “And nursing is noble work.” “It can also be messy work,” Erin laughed, picking up his dinner tray. “What you ate won’t take too long to digest right through you. So, when you get the slightest indication that you need to complete the digestion, please buzz me right away. Do you feel strong enough to take the painful trip to the toilet or do you want to use a bed pan?” “I’ll take the trip to the toilet,” he said with certainty, Erin smiling at the fearful look that momentarily crossed over his irises. --------------- At 7pm, Charlotte arrived for her shift, quite promptly after having awakened and read the string of texts she had been sent. Erin went right into talking to her about Greg, explaining how he was bruised internally but not damaged otherwise. And in the interest of time, she explained he had eaten his first meal at dinner. Charlotte knew what that meant and they both prepared for his forthcoming distress call. A few minutes later, his buzzer sounded and they moved quickly to his room, Erin explaining how flirting had become a common tone with him … and how he was playful about it all. “Okay, Mr. Townsend,” Charlotte said, entering his room and raising his bed to a sitting position as Erin helped him swing his over the side of the bed. “Just remember to keep breathing. It’ll be okay.” “Do most people make it to the toilet in time when they do this?” Greg asked, pain encouraging him to lean over and panic being evident in his tone. “Just be honest with me.” “It may seem like a surprise to you at the moment, but the answer is yes. Most everyone makes it to the toilet the first time,” Charlotte said with calmness, she and Erin helping him stand to his feet. “What may seem like urgency to you is actually anything but that.” “It doesn’t seem possible,” Greg said, going dizzy from being on his feet for the first time in 24 hours. “When you get there, you’ll be amazed how nothing will happen at first,” Erin said calmly, her voice softening in an attempt to ease his nerves. “It will be when you relax that everything begins.” He clung to both of them as they guided his sliding steps in the direction of the bathroom. “Thank goodness they put the bathroom on the other end of the room,” Greg said with jocular nature, seeing how far he still had to walk and wondering why his backside hadn’t let loose yet - for how urgent the need to release felt just then. “A few more steps. That’s it,” Erin said softly, encouraging him with a nurturing tone - Greg beginning to sweat from the whole ordeal. Well, he was either sweating or had just acquired a fever. He suddenly couldn’t tell. And with a dizziness to him that just wouldn’t quit, he likely wouldn’t find out until after all operations had finished. “Okay, just take your time and sit calmly,” Charlotte said as they got to the bathroom, Greg indeed making it to the toilet and sitting - then suddenly waiting for what he expected to have been immediate. “Would you like privacy?” Erin asked quietly. “No. It’s okay,” Greg said with grimace. “There’s no performance anxiety. There’s just currently a strange pad lock on the backdoor.” Charlotte and Erin joined him in a laugh. “A lot of people start to cry and fuss when they get to the toilet the first time,” Charlotte said, chuckling a little at the thought. “I guess I should laugh about that. But I sometimes have to walk out of the room to prevent them from seeing me smiling at their dilemma.” “Well, if you think about it, it’s a grown adult who suddenly can’t act like an adult … for understandable reasons, but still … I can see why that would strike anyone as funny,” Greg said, then freezing in his sitting position on the toilet. “You wanna hear something more funny, stick around a few more seconds. Okay … here it comes.” Greg found the relief his body ached for, never once blushing with embarrassment as that would have taken too much energy to do. But with the evacuation complete, he was much more relaxed - despite the fact that it was Erin who tended to the toilet paper conclusion for him. Then he was helped to his feet, carefully guided back to his bed. “So,” Greg said with a breathy whisper, sitting down on the side of his bed and swinging his legs up onto it before leaning back and sighing - then looking at Erin. “Where do you wanna go on our second date?” Charlotte laughed a bit harder, changing out his drip bags and giving him some medication to drift him off to sleep. --------------- At 2am, as Charlotte made her rounds for patient checks, he awoke. “You’re one of the lightest sleepers I’ve ever met,” Charlotte said quietly, recording his information and walking up alongside his bed. “Well, I have a tendency to talk in my sleep. I didn’t want give away any secrets if we suddenly struck up a conversation,” Greg said with a small laugh, his condition already having shown real improvement. “So, why did you become a nurse?” “The pay,” Charlotte stated frankly, then laughing at her bluntness. “But I’m also a bit of a sadist.” “Really? Well, giving needle shots might satisfy that craving for you, I guess,” Greg said with a grin. “Nursing hardly seems like a career for sadistic purposes, though.” “Well, it depends on how you look at it. Maybe even more than sadism is how I enjoy being needed by my patients,” Charlotte said, checking his drip bags. “That certainly is different than sadism,” he replied. “More maternal, in instinct than anything.” “Not really,” Charlotte said. “In truth, there’s not a maternal bone in my body. But the control factor is quite satisfying.” “I know what you mean, there. Every relationship I’ve been in always put me in a mindset where I thoroughly enjoyed melting her senses … babying her insides, so to speak,” Greg admitted. “So you play Daddy with you girlfriends?” she asked, raising her eyebrows with surprise. “Who’s playing?” Greg said with a devilish grin. “Get some sleep, Mr. Townsend,” Charlotte said, chuckling to herself as she left his room. --------------- At 7am, Erin arrived with as much promptness as Charlotte had the evening prior. And when Charlotte updated him about her talk with Greg, Erin’s eyes grew big and wide - her heart beginning to beat faster. “I don’t suppose that what he said means what I want it to mean,” Erin stated grimly but still with excitement. “Well there’s one way to find out. And I’ll even help you, to start,” Charlotte said matter-of-factly - Erin looking at her with confusion as to what she meant. “Remember that episode of Grey’s Anatomy when the nurses decide to see who was the more hardcore nurse among them?” “Do you mean the one when they wore diapers and took no breaks?” Erin asked, not recognizing the importance of the elephant-in-the-room suggestion Charlotte was making. “Yeah. I have an idea I wanna run past you,” Charlotte said, smiling at how Erin still hadn’t pieced it together yet. “I’ll stick around to help you bathe him in bed this morning. But there’s a little more I wanna do as well. And I know you’re really gonna enjoy it.” Continue on to Part Two