Cushy: Brittany vs. Dr. Mom - Part 3 (Patreon)

Brittany's eyes grew wetter and wider, her hands slowly reaching up towards her pacifier, tugging at it, her body otherwise perfectly still, not even trying to launch into the tantrum she'd normally be throwing. "What is it?" Dr. Mom asked. Brittany pointed at the pacifier, staring up at her, sniffling. The nurse hesitated, then went back to work. "Once I have you diapered up," she said, taping it into place, then, sure enough, unbuckling the gag. "All right, what do you have to say, young lady? Are you going to apologize?"

"I-I need something to drink," Brittany batted her eyes. "That medicine was so yucky..."

"That's how you know the medicine is good for you," Dr. Mom told her, making Brittany worry briefly. "And what do you say when you want something?"

Brittany's lips curled into a pout before she gave in. "Please, can I have something to drink?"

"Of course," Dr. Mom smiled, producing a baby bottle. "Here you go... I knew you could be a good little girl."

Brittany nodded, taking the bottle and setting it down in front of her. "And good little girls share, too," she said, and, in an instant, there were two bottles. "Drink with me!"

"I don't think so," Dr. Mom smirked. "Now, go ahead and..."

"I wanna have a tea party!" Brittany wailed, kicking her legs. "Drink with me!" Nurse Dominika enduring her whining and tantrums at school, so she did have a bit of a resistance to them... However, her guard was down, thinking she'd won already. Brittany grinned as she bent forward, reaching for the bottle in front of her, and saw Dr. Mom do the same, against her will, plopping down on the mat and clutching the drink in both hands.

For a moment, Brittany was worried - had she done it right? Had she made sure the right bottle was left in front of her? If not, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to switch it without breaking the spell. Fortunately, she juice tasted normal, and she could see Dr. Mom's nose wrinkling, confirming that hers did not. That just encouraged Brittany to guzzle it down even faster, the nurse having no choice but to copy her movements, tilted her head back to swallow more and more of the juice.

"Yummy!" she giggled, once the bottle was drained, setting it down in front of her. "Wasn't that good?" Dr. Mom shook her head, the spell broken now that their 'tea' was over and she began wiping her mouth, as if attempting to excise the taste from there. "Well, I guess that means it was really good for you, then," Brittany smirked. "Now, let's get you into a diaper!"

"No!" Dr. Mom shook her head, scrambling back as Brittany advanced. "That isn't going to work on me again, you little brat, I'm not..." She winced, one hand moving towards her stomach, which was clearly already in some pain.

Brittany caught up with her as she fought the cramp, taking another diaper from the pouch on the nurse's belt. "It's either this, or your uniform," she told her, then pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her, bouncing on her rumbling tummy, taking matters into her own hands. "Wow," she said with a giggle, "I'd think a nurse could handle medicine better than this. You're just a big baby!"

"I am not, you big brat, I'm..." Brittany grinned, cutting the woman off, like she had done to her earlier, and even though the pacifier she shoved into Dr. Mom's mouth didn't have any medicine in it to dose her up even further, it was still satisfying to see it bob as the nurse shot muffled curses at her, scowling. She turned herself around, pushing her diapered bottom into her opponents face as she clumsily undressed her and taped the diaper into place. She wasn't used to diapering other people, especially from this perspective, but it was good enough.

And just in time. Brittany couldn't help but laugh as she saw the diaper begin to bulge outwards almost as soon as she had it in place. "I thought you said you weren't a baby!" She poked at the growing lump, bouncing some more in place, which made it get bigger even quicker. Suddenly, she had an idea. "But if you want to seem like a big girl so badly..."

She hopped off her opponent, no longer worried about her trying to get up - she was busy enough with other things at the moment, certainly for long enough to allow Brittany to retrieve the Princess Throne and set it up. "Here!" she declared, grabbing the woman's hand and dragging her over to it, plopping her right down on the seat. The stupid potty was humiliating, and, even now, it was obvious it was hers, since her name was written across the front, but she didn't mind too much as she put the restraints she'd built into it to good use, buckling the nurse in, making sure everyone could see her there, so much of a baby that she couldn't even use the potty that was right there, separated from her only by the full diaper she was squirming, red-faced, in.

"Are you all done?" Brittany asked. Dr. Mom blushed, nodded meekly. "Good," Brittany said. "Then I decree you mess your diaper again!" Dr. Mom gasped behind her pacifier, this time unable to cut Brittany off before she finished, helpless to do anything except what she'd been told, starting to fill her dirty diaper even further, and pray that Brittany would be satisfied once she was done... Because, if she wasn't, she couldn't do a thing about it.