The Hospital - Part 1 (Patreon)

Edit: This video got removed from Youtube, so I'm switching to Vimeo. The password is PPP.

I'm trying something a little different... Not sure if it's something I'll do more often or not, but we'll see. If I do, it'll probably be more Japanese ones, or something very short, where I have plenty of room to interpret it and fit it into my own story however I like.

I do not claim to speak Japanese, or to be doing any kind of accurate translation of these clips (in fact, I know that two of them are out of original order, and this first one may not even be from the same set) I'm just approaching them like any other caption... These just happen to move, and have sound. 

Ten minutes ago, Naoko had felt on top of the world - ready, after years of training, to start her new job, to start helping people, saving lives... And now she was lying on an exam table, shivering in fear as she watched a nurse slide a disposable diaper under her and begin to tape her into it...

She'd gotten dressed up nicely that morning, wanting to make a good first impression, hardly able to wait until she got there so she could put on her new lab coat to complete her look. She was so short and young looking, it was sometimes hard to be taken seriously without an outward symbol like that, although she had high hopes for this hospital... It had also hired her friend, Kumi, who was on the shorter side as well, so it seemed clear to her that the people working here were able to see past physical looks.

She'd only been to this hospital a couple times, for interviews, so she didn't know her way around very well. She would have liked to report straight to her superior, or go right to her office, but, instead, she stopped off at the nurse's station - it was probably a good idea to get to know them as well, anyway.

"Hello!" she smiled at the bespectacled nurse behind the counter. "My name is Harada Nao..."

"Oh, Nao!" the nurse cut her off. "We've been expecting you!"

Naoko blushed, for a moment debating whether she should even bring it up, especially so early, before reminding herself that she was a doctor now... She deserved at least enough respect to be called by her preferred name. "Actually, if you don't mind..." she began.

"We'd better get you ready," the nurse told her. "We can't admit you looking like that."

"Admit?" Naoko frowned. "No, I don't think you understand, I..." Once again, she failed to complete a sentence, this time because she felt a sharp, but brief, pain in her arm as the nurse bustled out from around her counter and past her. "Ow! H-Hey, what did...?"

"Come along," the nurse gently led her to a room, as Naoko felt her feet growing heavier, harder to move correctly. "We'll get you all taken care of..."

"N-No, I'm not..." Naoko whimpered, feeling a sense of overwhelming fear start to wash over her. "I'm not a patient..."

"That's right, Nao," the nurse told her. "You're not just any patient... You're a very special patient." Naoko gasped as the woman began to undress her, trying in vain to keep ahold of her shirt, her pants, her underwear... Anything! In no time, she had been pushed back onto the exam table, totally naked as the nurse looked her up and down. Self-consciously, Naoko tried to cover herself with her hands.

"This isn't quite right," the nurse said, gesturing at the doctor's hair. "It's cute to see such an adorable little thing with such a mature style, but it just doesn't suit you." 

"I-I like it that way..." Naoko protested weakly, not that it did her any good, or stopped the nurse from tying her hair up into a pair of ponytails.

"That's much better!" the nurse declared. "Now, let's... Oh, are you still bashful?" she asked, seeing that Naoko was still trying to cover her chest and her crotch with her hands. "I'll see what I can find to help you with that..."

"W-Well, I-I have..." Naoko looked over at the clothes she'd just been stripped of. Instead, the nurse produced a cute, but very childish, shirt.

"Now," the nurse's tone shifted, sounding more serious. "I know you might not like this, Nao, but it's for the best..." Naoko's eyes widened as she saw the nurse wheel an IV stand over, bearing a bag with a hose dangling from it... She shook her head, which did nothing to stop the woman from turning her over on the table and inserting the tube into her backside.

Naoko gasped as she felt a rush of liquid begin to pour into her as she was flipped back over, this time onto something soft, and thick, and crinkly... The flow lessened as she laid on the hose, although that did little to make her feel better when she looked down and saw what she was now lying on.

She gasped, instinctively drawing the shirt up to her face, wanting to hide behind it, to make all of this go away.

"Don't you worry, this is all for the best," the nurse reassured her, which Naoko could only manage to respond to with a squeak. This couldn't be happening... This had to be a dream, a strange, very vivid dream...

Naoko winced as she watched the nurse pull the diaper up between her legs, expertly taping one side into place before moving on to the other. Her heart thumping loudly in her chest, Naoko realized she had to do something, had to say something... She felt so small, so timid, it was hard to force any words out, especially the confession she knew she had to make. However, if she didn't, things were only going to get more mortifying in the very near future...

"I-I'm a doctor!" she blurted out. "Not a patient!"

"Nonsense," replied the nurse, not even pausing her work, earning another whimper from Naoko as she started taping up the other side of the diaper. "A doctor would never have allowed me to do any of this."

Naoko had to admit, normally she wouldn't have... What was wrong with her? She still couldn't make herself act, or do anything except watch helplessly while the woman finished putting her in her diaper, whining in wordless humiliation as the nurse patted the front. 

"All done!" she announced. "That's a good girl... Now, let's go get you admitted!

"Admitted?" Naoko gulped.

"Yes. Now, get up," the nurse instructed, coaxing her up. 

Naoko could still see her real clothes, tried to remind herself that she was a doctor, that she needed to take charge... Then, as soon as her back lifted off the table, released the pressure on the tube going into her, the liquid began gushing into her at full force again, making her freeze and whimper, reminded of her powerlessness.

"Oh, let me get you some slippers," the nurse said, pulling out a pair and setting them on the floor. Naoko slowly got to her feet, tugging self-consciously at her shirt, trying to cover her diaper. "Now, you'll have to take this with you out to the station to wait for me while I make my rounds," the nurse told her, helpfully adjusting the back of Naoko's shirt, for all the good that did, before sliding the IV stand a little closer to her. "Do you think you can do that?"

"D-Do I have to?" Naoko whimpered, even as her hand slid to the awful thing that was filling up her insides, and was bound to cause something very humiliating in just a matter of time.

"Yes," the nurse replied. "Now, get going!"

Obediently, Naoko began to trudge out of the room, pulling along her enema bag behind her. Her cheeks darkened as she stepped out of the room, knowing quite well just how obvious her diaper was. She approached the nurse's station and saw the nurse walk past her, briefly hoping she'd just been joking about her rounds before the woman simply grabbed a pen, then headed down the hall, leaving the doctor there, on her own, to wait.