CYOA: The Gift - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

"Oh, no," Beatrix whimpered before she could stop herself, her involuntary utterance only making her situation more humiliating as she saw Leann's eyebrow raise, staring down at her as she sat, diaper pressed against the thin mattress.

"Oh, no?" the head nurse repeated, stepping in closer, peering through the medical crib's bars at the little nurse trapped inside, her face red from embarrassment, and her increasingly difficult struggle to contain her rumbling bowels. "What's wrong, Beatrix? Is this not what you wanted?"

"N-No, ma'am," Bea shook her head. "N-Not at all!"

"That's funny," Leann said, though Beatrix didn't detect the slightest hint of amusement in her voice. "You were so concerned with being able to find the diapers the other day..."

"I-It was a coincidence!" Beatrix claimed, but it was hard to deny how unlikely a story that was, how hard a lie that would have been to sell, even if she'd been someone who was good at that in the first place.

"A coincidence, hmm?" Leann mused. "You know, it's strange... As soon as I heard about all these odd things happening around the hospital, all this chaos a rogue patient was causing, and the confusion when it was discovered that it was somebody who had been discharged earlier today, there was something that told me, even before I found out you hadn't clocking in for your shift yet, that it was you..."

Bea bit her bottom lip hard, a cramp hitting her at just the wrong moment, leaving her squirming frantically, her bottom brushing against the sticky smear, reminding her that she'd already made it that much harder to buy when she stammered, "I-It's not what it looks like!" She still had to stop it from getting any worse, though, had to do everything in her power to keep herself from completely filling her pants in front of her boss...

"Why don't you tell me what it is instead, then?" Leann asked, pulling a chair up next to the crib, sitting down expectantly, her eyes fixed on Bea, not giving her a second of privacy, making Beatrix certain that she knew precisely what was going on here, thanks to all of her experience as a nurse, and that she wasn't interested in letting Bea off easily.

"Sondra told me about a little girl she caught wandering by herself, with a package of diapers, and how she couldn't remember her room number, her name... And then Saige came to me, all worried because she'd just administered medication to a patient who was suddenly out of the system, despite her having come directly from the girl's room... When I had Sondra tell me where she'd found the girl, and she said it was outside the supply closet where the diapers are kept, I told Saige to go ahead and bring this in," she patted the bars of the crib, "to keep you here until I could get here, and add something special to your water to keep you... occupied."

Beatrix blushed; Leann might have been able to tell regardless, but now there was no question that she knew what Bea was doing, why she was so wriggling so much, why her face was so red... She was the one who had made it all happen. Beatrix swallowed, watching as Leann pulled her phone, her wallet, her ID, out of her pockets, showing them off to her from the other side of the crib, setting them down on the bedside table.

"It was a bit of a gamble," Leann confessed. "Until I found these, right where I'd told you to look for your diapers."

"Th-They're not mine!" Beatrix pouted, as silly as it sounded, given the state of the one she was wearing.

Leann didn't show any sign of hearing her, which was just as well. "I thought that if I was wrong, whoever it was, if they were being kept in diapers, could probably do with a good clearing out anyway. It doesn't hurt to do that once in a while... And, as long as they'd all padded up, they don't have to worry about making it to the toilet in time." 

She reached through the bars, Bea drawing in a sharp breath at the sensation of the woman's hand brushing against her diaper, giving it a squeeze. Her hands curled in the covers, grabbing them tightly, refusing to lose the battle, to mess herself when Leann was touching her...

"And even now, with you sitting there in your dirty diaper, you're acting like a child, unable to admit the truth," Leann shook her head.

"I-It's not dirty!" Bea whined.

"Get up and let me see, then," Leann said, the very last thing Beatrix wanted to do in this instance. "Right now!" she snapped, sending Bea scrambling to obey, pushing herself up off the mattress, turning to expose her padded bottom, medical gown splaying open, hanging down around it, framing it, giving the head nurse the perfect view as another, perfectly timed, cramp came.

Beatrix groaned, quickly attempting to sit, to plant her backside on the bed once more as she felt something start to happen, a mass struggling to get out. She wasn't fast enough, unfortunately, Leann's hand shooting beneath her descending rear, lifting it back upwards.

Bea couldn't help herself, had to do anything she could... She ground down on the woman's hand, hoping that would be enough, even as she realized it wasn't, as the thick, warm mush began to flow in earnest, oozing out into her pants, squelching around Leann's grasping fingers, while Beatrix stared at her cell phone on the table beside her, fixating on it, doing her best to pretend this wasn't happening.

"Well," Leann finally interrupted the awkward silence, punctuated previously only by Bea's grunts, the crinkling of her expanding diaper, and a few much more rude noises coming from inside. "If you don't think this qualifies as dirty, I feel sorry for your patients."

Beatrix whimpered, not knowing what else to do, or say. She gave a tiny squeak as Leann let go of her, her messy bottom plopping onto the bed with a squish.

"What's wrong, Beatrix?" Leann mocked. "Is this not what you hoped for?" Bea weakly shook her head, unable to find the strength to protest about how none of this had been for her in the first place. "That's too bad... Especially since you clearly need a little more training when it comes to dealing with diapers."

"Tr-Training?" Bea gulped.

"I've already called someone else in to cover your shift for today," Leann told her. "So you might as well enjoy this time, getting exactly what you wanted, young lady. I arranged it so you'll have this place to yourself for the whole day. I'll even come change you before you go home."

Beatrix turned bright red, imagining Leann untaping her stinky diaper, wiping her off, sliding a fresh one under her... It had been bad enough, letting the other nurses do it, but her boss?! "S-Saige will change me before that, too, right?" she asked quietly, having a bad feeling she knew the answer as she wiggled her backside, the contents of her diaper shifting beneath her. "I-I don't have to spend all day in this, do I?"

"I want to make sure you know what it's like to be stuck in this 'not dirty' diaper," Leann smirked.

"I-It wasn't dirty when I said that!" Bea fumed. "That's not fair! This isn't training, it's just mean!"

"You're right," Lean nodded, to Beatrix's surprise. "This isn't training. I'm going to put this in as a sick day for you... You can think of it as a mini-vacation, getting to fully appreciate this, since you worked so hard to get it. Your training starts tomorrow."

"Wh-What's it going to be?" Bea sniffed, afraid to know, but more afraid not to, to have it hanging over her head through what was bound to be a very long day.

"You wanted your diapers so badly," Leann said, "I'm going to let you have them... And I'm going to make sure you use them. They are now an official part of your uniform for the next month, young lady... You are to report to me at the start of each shift, so I can keep you.... hydrated... just like today. And, of course, bathrooms will be off-limits."

"A month?!" Beatrix gasped. Was Leann really going to have her pooping her Pampers for a full month?!

"Keep it up, and I'll make it two," Leann arched an eyebrow, shutting the girl up instantly. "You can come to me to be changed, though if I'm busy, or think you haven't earned it... It'll be up to my discretion."

"B-But what if people notice?!" Bea blushed, thinking about trying to hide the bulky padding beneath her scrubs for that long, especially after she'd used it, after she'd made it as lumpy and bulging as it was now... Someone was bound to know, even if they somehow didn't smell her, especially her fellow nurses who were used to dealing with this...

"You can tell them the truth," Leann shrugged, "or you can tell them you have a condition, or whatever you like. It doesn't matter to me. You should know, also, the drug that's going to keep you filling your diapers like the little baby you want so much to be does have some lingering effects... If I were you, I'd stay diapered for a day or two after taking it..."

"B-But... Y-You said you were going to give it to me every day I'm here..."

"Very good," Leann patted her on the head. "You have been paying attention."

"I-I have to wear diapers for the whole month?!" Bea pouted.

"You don't have to," Leann replied. "If you want to poop your pants at home, that's up to you... I can only force you to properly protect yourself here. Don't worry, though... You won't have to try to steal them this time... I'll make sure you get a prescription for as many as you could possibly need..."

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"So, umm... That's why you're getting your present a little early," Beatrix explained, blushing as she stood in front of Chester, a package of medical diapers on the coffee table between them, open, one of them bulging beneath her jeans. Perhaps it was only because she'd spent the day cooped up in the crib, squirming helplessly in one that was far more comfortable, but if she was being honest, this one didn't feel quite so bad, at least in comparison. She wasn't so sure she'd feel the same at the end of the month, though... "I'm sorry we'll have to share them..."

Chester chuckled, Bea fidgeting in indignation at his response to her story, to everything she'd been through to get him some genuine medical diapers for his birthday.

"It's true!" she whined, stomping her foot, feeling ready to melt down into a tantrum at the thought of someone else not believing her.

"I know," Chester said, pulling her into a hug. "I've heard you try to lie... It's just funny that you think, after all this, that these diapers are my real present."

"Th-They're not?" Beatrix frowned.

"It'll be fun to try them, sure," Chester nodded, "but it'll be even better to have a playmate for the whole month... You'll have plenty of time to really give it a fair shot and see if you could be into it, too... And I'll take such good care of you, little girl, and make it as fun for you as I can..."

"But I'm not a little girl!" Bea pouted, squealing as his hand slid down over her diaper, finding just the right spot before starting to press and rub, taking her by surprise at what he was able to make the padding feel like against her. "H-Hey!" she moaned, blushing in disappointment - and the fact that she was disappointed - when he stopped short.

"Oh, sorry," he teased. "I just realized that was something only little girls get to do... And you told me you weren't a little girl, so I thought I'd better quit."

Beatrix nibbled her bottom lip, staring up into his eyes, knowing she couldn't hide her curiosity, her hunger for relief after the day she'd had... She didn't know what, exactly, was going to happen, but between work, and what Chester could show her at home, she had a feeling that things were going to be very different for her after this month was up...

"M-Maybe I'm kind of a little girl," she admitted, her hips shifting greedily, searching for his magic touch to return, even if it meant giving in, letting herself call him, "Daddy," a part of her hating herself for it, while another couldn't deny how natural it felt. Maybe it was just because she'd spent the day in a messy diaper... Or maybe, deep down, whether she'd recognized it or not, this had been what she'd wanted all along...

The End