CYOA: The Gift - Chapter 6 (Story) (Patreon)

Beatrix whimpered as she stared over at the sippy cup, a part of her knowing what she felt like she had to do, but reluctant to do it. The nurses were so concerned with making sure she drank it, and the plastic wasn't clear enough to convince her that there was nothing else inside besides water... But, as she wiggled her bottom, feeling her soggy diaper beneath her, she was reminded of how powerless she was here, how thoroughly she'd fallen into this role she had taken up to try to keep her mission a secret...

Trying to escape now felt too risky too her, too uncertain, and she didn't want to incur the wrath of these nurses, so... Gulping, she picked up the sippy cup, raising it to her mouth, slipping the plastic straw between her lips, and took a sip.

There was absolutely something else in it; she was positive. She usually brought in her own water, but if she finished off whatever was in her bottle, or was in a rush and forgot it, she'd resorted to drinking water from the tap, and this was not what it tasted like. "Crap," she whispered, stomach tying itself in knots as she wondered what it was, somehow scared, despite being alone, to say any curse words more harsh than that here, while she was dressed like this.

It probably wasn't anything too strong... Right? If that was the case, they'd want to inject it into her, or put it into an IV, to be sure she got it... Although, they had been pushing the water pretty hard, too... Hard enough that she'd decided to do this, even as an adult, a nurse herself. How much more intimidating would an actual kid have found them?

She wished she knew what had brought Caitlin here, so she could have gotten an idea of what medications they might be giving her, but how could she find that out without seeming super suspicious? She was supposedly going to be discharged today, so surely she'd been given some idea of what was going on... And if she hadn't been, it was probably for a good reason, and the nurses wouldn't be the ones to break it to her.

Wrinkling her nose, she took another sip. The water didn't taste bad... There was just an odd aftertaste to it. Maybe she would get lucky, and it was some sort of vitamin supplement or something... She didn't know that it was a drug, after all. 

This was so stupid... How could she have let this happen?! All she'd wanted to do was get Chester a nice birthday surprise... Why couldn't she have found a way to do it that didn't involve sneaking around, and trying to keep things secret?! She was awful at both of those things, and she knew it! Why couldn't she have just taken a diaper or two, instead of trying to smuggle the entire package? She might have been able to get away with that! And why hadn't she remembered her phone and her ID when she'd left the closet? Either one would have given her a far easier way out of this mess than what she was stuck with now.

She drank again, squirming in place, listening to her diaper's crinkle, glancing down at her childish medical gown, the bracelet around her wrist... How could she ever hope to convince anyone here that she was anything but a patient after all this? Thanks to that drug she'd let herself be injected with, she couldn't even walk straight! And now she was blindly sucking down the water, despite knowing there could be another drug in it, something else to disorient her further, make it harder and harder for her to escape...

But what else was she going to do? She'd already started now, and she didn't want to get in trouble, so she had little choice other than to sit there, feeling her diaper grow increasingly cool and clammy, and wait for her nurses to return.

She looked up when she heard the door open, slurping down the final few drops of her drink as one of the nurses returned, walking over to her and taking the cup out of her hands, giving it a shake. "Good girl!" she praised, patting Bea on the head.

"Th-Thank you," Beatrix blushed. Was that all she was now? A good, obedient, little girl, one who would do whatever she was told, who didn't know any better? That was what it felt like, especially when she saw what was being brought in behind the first nurse. "Th-That's a crib!" she squealed.

Indeed, it was, though, in a lot of ways, it looked more like a cage, shiny metal bars jutting up all around the bed. She could feel her diaper warm again slightly, a fresh rush of pee escaping from her as she stared at it. "I-I don't need that," she shook her head.

"Of course you do," the nurse told her, scooping her up, having no trouble moving her from the bed to the chair sitting beside it, clearly not trusting her to be able to walk even the few steps over to it on her own after her last fall. "We don't want you taking a tumble out of your bed when you take a nap."

"I'm not taking a nap!" Bea whined. "I-I don't need a nap! I'm gonna be discharged this morning!"

But, as she watched the bed being wheeled away, the crib being put into its place by the orderlies, she knew that wasn't going to be the case after all... They wouldn't be going to all of this trouble if it were. She nibbled her bottom lip, wishing she'd taken her chances escaping earlier, her shaky legs combined with the tall, stainless steel bars surrounding her new bed making it feel like she'd missed her opportunity for that.

"I'm not so sure about that," the nurse said. "This new reaction to your medicine is worrying... We may need to have the doctor give you another exam, just to be safe. We don't want you having to turn around and come right back here as soon as you get out, do we?"

"Y-Yes," Bea nodded, knowing that, if that did happen, she'd at least be in the part of the hospital where she'd be treated like an adult... Then again, if she was examined by a doctor, that could happen, too... Not only would it be mortifying to go through that when she knew there was nothing wrong with her, it would also blow her cover. She might be able to pass as a child outwardly, and during a quick diapering, but there was no way a doctor would be fooled... And what would they think to find an adult here, dressed up like this?! Especially if they discovered she was a nurse in disguise?!

The nurse chuckled. "Well, I'm sure your parents will feel differently. We'll explain it all to them when they show up. Until then... Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

During just that brief interaction, the crib's installation had finished, her old bed wheeled out, as if it had never been there. The bars on the side closest to the chair were down, making it simple for the nurse to pick her up again, set her down on the waiting bed inside, a protective pad already laid out and waiting for her, since, of course, the woman had known she was going to have to give her a fresh diaper.

Beatrix wanted to protest, to tell her that she didn't need it after all, but the squishiness of it, the way it had swollen to absorb her accident, growing bulkier between her thighs, made that a tough sell, even in her head, and once the nurse had whisked aside the gown to reveal the diaper in all its glory, Bea found herself too mortified to form any words at all. She'd peed her pants, like a baby, and now she was getting changed like one, the nurse treating this like it was absolutely normal, like there was no reason someone like her wouldn't be in a wet diaper, and would require some help getting into a new one.

It was about then that she noticed the rumbling in her tummy. She didn't think too much of it, at first, used to the way things usually were, where she'd still have plenty of time to deal with it. The nurse had clearly done this hundreds of times, was quick and efficient about it, yet, even by the time she'd sealed the last tape, Bea was already starting to worry how rapidly the feeling had built.

Was it her imagination? Was her situation making her over-react? Or could there be more to it? "Umm, nurse..."

"Saige," the woman smiled down at her, smoothing Beatrix's gown over her legs, giving it a pat, her new diaper crackling at the contact. "Nurse Saige."

"R-Right," Bea blushed. That wasn't what she'd been trying to say at all, though the woman seemed to think it was, that she'd only wanted to know her name, freeing her up to go about her work, whisking away the pad she'd changed Beatrix on, sliding the covers beneath her so she could tuck her in. "N-Nurse Saige, actually, I..." she stammered, feeling so slow and clumsy compared to the speed at which the nurse was working. She knew why, of course... Saige had plenty of other patients to care for, couldn't spend all day here with her, especially if she couldn't work up the courage to spit out what she needed to say.

"What's that?" Saige asked, raising the rails, the bars sliding along them quickly, ending with an ominous sounding click. 

Beatrix squirmed under her covers, looking at the woman through the bars now, feeling, more than ever, like she was in a cage. "I-I don't need the side up!" she exclaimed, that taking precedence, for a moment, in her mind. Lying on her back, staring up at them, they felt far harder to escape from than they had looking at them from the outside, and she hadn't been confident about her chances then.

"Don't be silly," Saige told her. "These only do any good if you have them up all around... You never know which way a squirmy goose like you will roll."

And, with that, before Bea could get out more than another squeal of defiance, the woman was gone, door closing behind her, leaving Bea all alone, trapped in her crib, in her diaper, in this lie she'd woven around herself. She felt so weak, it was a struggle just to wriggle free of the covers, making the bars seem that much more insurmountable.

If only she hadn't let herself get that shot... And she had a bad feeling the building pressure in her stomach was thanks to her water. There was a bathroom in the room, not that far away... But, with the bars between her and it, it might as well have been a million miles off. She put her hand to her tummy, whimpering, wondering how much longer it would be, how much time she had before she did something even more humiliating, more childish, than anything else that had happened to her so far... 

She knew there had to be a way to lower the bars of the crib, to get out... Without having worked on this ward before, however, she didn't know what it was. Surely, it was designed so that it couldn't be opened accidentally from the inside, for safety reasons, though that didn't stop her from trying, from desperately fumbling around, pushing and pulling on everything she could get her hands on, her movements growing sloppier and slipperier as hands grew wet with sweat, from anxiety, and the strain of holding it in, of defying the cramps that were quickly growing worse and worse...

She'd been getting ready to give up already when it happened, when her control slipped for a split second, and she felt something start to push out, to smear against the seat of her diaper, leaving behind a mushy, sticky spot. "No!" she wailed, wrapping her arms around her belly, closing her eyes, using every ounce of her concentration to stop it in its tracks, not certain if even that would be enough.

Somehow, it was... But she knew that wouldn't last long, that she was moments away from the point of no return. She wrinkled her nose, feeling the evidence in her pants, unable to imagine how much worse it would be if she had a full-on accident, if she thoroughly filled her diaper... She opened her eyes, her determination to escape renewed, despite the nagging voice in the back of her head telling her that there was no way she could do it, reaching through the bars, to the outside of the crib, praying she'd get lucky and hit the right thing.

"Well, well, well," she heard a voice, freezing her in place. "What do we have here?"

She'd been so preoccupied, she hadn't heard them come in, had no idea how long they'd been there, how much they'd seen... How much they were about to see, if they weren't someone she could immediately convince to help her. 

But who was there, watching her?

Tahlia, her friend and fellow nurse?

Sondra, the nurse who had diapered her initially and brought her to the children's ward?

Saige, her nurse on the children's ward?

The doctor Saige had fetched to give her an exam?

Leann, the head nurse, who she had asked some awkward questions about diapers a few days before?

Or her boyfriend, Chester?