Cushy: Brittany vs. Dr. Mom - Part 1 (Patreon)

A multi-part caption commission from Rhyn, featuring characters from his game, Cushy.  

Brittany coughed pitifully, staring up at Nurse Dominika with big eyes. This was always a risk, though that had never stopped her before... If only her stupid teacher would believe her, rather than sending her off to the nurse to verify her sick note! Sure, maybe the first few she'd made had been pretty lame, but she'd gotten way better since then... There was no way they didn't look real now!

It wasn't even that she had anything better to do; she just didn't want to be there, stuck in classes, all day. She wasn't going to do anything bad, probably, just watch some TV, or play, or... Well, not sit there, listening to her boring teachers drone on and on and on. She wasn't asking for that much! Why did everyone have to make such a big deal about it?!

"Well," Dominika finally said, staring down at the note, "lucky for you, I've dealt with this before. I can get you all fixed up in no time."

"Really?!" Brittany replied incredulously. That was the last thing she wanted! What had she even said was wrong with her? Had she put anything? Sometimes she did, and sometimes she didn't; she was still working out which was better when it came to getting her teachers, or the nurse, to believe her.

"Oh, yes," Domi nodded. "It's a very simple procedure... Hop up onto the table."

Brittany pouted, staring at the examination table. "I don't wanna!" she whined. "I just wanna go home..."

"Don't you want to feel better?" Dominika asked, hands on her hips. "I would think if you were feeling bad, then..." Brittany sighed, rolling her eyes and climbing up onto the table, hoping that whatever the nurse had in mind would be quick, painless, and not involve needles. If she just endured this, she could give it a few minutes, then say she still felt sick.

"Hey!" Brittany squealed as the nurse grabbed her once she was on the table, flipping her over and cuffing her ankles and wrists to the corners, pinning her helplessly in place. "Let me go!" She gasped as she heard the crinkle of her diaper being grabbed, then yanked down, only to be quickly followed by another, much higher-pitched, squeal when she felt the tip of a squeeze-bulb enema being shoved into her backside. "Stop it!" she demanded.

Instead, as if spurred on by her protests, Dominika inserted another, then another, injecting their contents into Brittany's bottom before pulling the diaper back up, letting it snap into place before, at last, releasing the girl from the table. "What's the big idea?!" she huffed, rubbing her poor, violated bum through her thick diaper.

"Like I said, I've dealt with this before, young lady. The best way to handle lying brats is to force them to make a nice, big mess in their diapers, then send them back to class, so all their friends can see what big babies they really are. Don't worry, I'll change you... After all your classes are over." 

The nurse smiled as she saw Brittany's stunned expression, the girl's lip quivering. Most everyone at the reform school wore diapers, of course, and, unless they were very good that day and earned it, had to use them, but only the biggest babies - who actually deserved to be there, unlike Brittany - didn't get changed right away. She and her friends always made fun of the students who actually seemed to like sitting around in their icky diapers, who didn't run off to get changed right away... If she couldn't get changed before the end of classes, they'd all think she was like that, and make fun of her! 

"No!" Brittany sniffled, stomping her foot. "That's no fair! I don't feel good, I wanna..." She blushed, biting her bottom lip as she felt a quaking in her tummy.

"I'm sure you don't," Domi lectured. "I don't appreciate students lying to me, and I will not tolerate it. You're lucky I don't tell the headmaster about this... And, if you don't behave yourself, I just might. He won't let you off so easy, young lady!"

"This isn't easy!" Brittany wailed. "I-I'm gonna... I-I'm about to... I-I..." And then, she did. Her cheeks burned as she heard, almost before she felt, the rumble reverberating through her diaper, followed by a rapid avalanche of mush, pouring into the padded prison, as she sank to the floor, humiliated to be filling her pants in front of the person who had made her do it, not even able to wait until she was somewhere private. She barely even noticed her bladder giving in as well, ensuring that her whole diaper was very well used by the time it all ended.

"Now, I don't want to see you in here with another one of these," Dominika told her, waving Brittany's note in her face. "No grown-up would ever be fooled by your silly, little girl scribblings, so you might as well stop trying. Get going, little lady... The bell is about to ring, and if I hear you were late to any of your classes for the day, I really will tell the headmaster."

"B-But..." Brittany felt her eyes filling with tears, the full weight of her punishment truly setting in now that she'd actually used her diaper. "I can't! I need a change!"

"Be a good girl for the rest of the school day, and you'll get one," the nurse said. "Don't worry, you'll be fine... You might get a bit of a rash, but that's nothing a week or so of diaper rash cream won't fix."

Brittany's cheeks turned pink, almost matching her hair. The rash cream wasn't so bad; not nearly as bad as the rash itself. Anyone who had been at the school for long enough could instantly spot the difference between a restless squirming, and that of someone whose bottom was itchy from a rash, from staying in their diaper too long... Those were the real babies, who either didn't notice, or didn't care, that they had needed a change...

"No!" Brittany shook her head, slamming her hands against the floor. "No, no, no!"

"You know what?" Dominika asked. "I think I've heard enough of that from you for today... Never mind the headmaster, I'll take care of this myself." Brittany's eyes widened as she saw the nurse pick up her paddle, realizing that perhaps the only thing that could make this worse was about to happen.

"I don't want a spanking!" she whined, kicking her feet angrily.

"And I don't want to deal with the temper tantrums of a spoiled little brat!" Domi shot back. "Unfortunately for you, I'm an adult, so I know how to get what I want." She grabbed Brittany, hauling her off the floor and over her lap, the girl whimpering and huffing her indignation the whole way. 

She hoped that Dominika would at least take off her dirty diaper for the spanking... Not that Brittany wanted a bare-bottom paddling, but she knew - from experience - that most grown-ups preferred that, for emphasis. Instead, Dr. Mom gave the lumpy seat of the diaper a hard pat, making the girl wiggle and blush, as if reminding her that she was about to be spanked on it, then began the spanking in earnest.