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All characters over the age of 21

Themes: diapers, enema, bondage, humiliation, nosex, first person

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The sharp smell of antiseptic tingles my nose as I wake up. I’m in a hospital, but I can not remember how I got here or what happened. I have a splitting headache and my mouth is as dry as the Sahara.

I try to lift my arm but discover that I am unable to. Something isn’t right. I try to sit up, only to realize that I am strapped to the bed. Everything from my chest to my hips, all the way down to my ankles is tightly bound. The only part of my body that is free to move is my head.

My mind begins to race as I take in my surroundings. I look to my left and see two IV stands off to the side, one of which has an IV bag hanging from it. The IV is going straight into my left arm. The gown I’m wearing is little more than thin paper, leaving me feeling almost naked.

I feel an unfamiliar sensation around my privates. My underwear is hugging me in a weird way, and my crotch feels unusually warm. I try to crane my neck to see what the issue is, but I can not see anything due to the gown covering me up.

As the confusion wears off, panic starts to set in. I am in an unfamiliar place with no memory of how I got here, and I am completely unable to move.

“HELP, HELP!”

I call out as I struggle against the restraints. The door to the room is closed, and there are no windows anywhere.

“Where am I?”

I shout, praying for any sort of response. My struggling is to no avail, as despite my best effort the straps barely budge.

Without warning, the door to my room bursts open and a young woman rushes in. She is wearing medical scrubs, and she has a watch on her wrist. Her medium brown hair is shoulder length and neatly styled.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” she asks.

“Where am I?” “Who are you?” I replied frantically.

“Relax, honey; you’re somewhere safe.” Her concerned look relaxes into a smile as she closes the door behind her. She walks over and stands at my bedside. Despite her being average height, she towers over me as I lay on the bed.

“What’s going on?” I demand.

“My name is Nurse Ellie, and right now you’re at Medford Memorial Medical Center.”

“What’s that?” I ask, confused. I’ve never heard of Medford Memorial despite living in the area for over 3 years.

“Here at Medford we pride ourselves on providing exceptional patient care.” she says. “After your accident, you were transferred here because we thought you would be a good fit for our facility.”

“Accident? What accident?”

She looked at me quizzically.

“Do you really not remember? About three days ago you were picked up by an ambulance after being hit by a car. You were unconscious when you were transferred here.”

I sat for a moment, perplexed. I have no memory of any accident. The last thing I remember was waiting to cross at the street corner late in the evening as I returned home from work.

“Is there anything I can help you out with, sweetie,” Nurse Ellie asked, snapping me back to reality.

“Oh, umm” I said, pausing to think. “Do you think you could help me get out of this?” I gesture towards the restraints with my head, “and then show me where to get a drink of water?”

Nurse Ellie looked at me and frowned.

“Sorry honey, but the restraints have to stay on.”

“What? Why?” I ask, puzzled.

“It’s a safety thing,” she says.

She crouches down so we’re closer to eye level.

“I know that it must be uncomfortable to be stuck like this, but until we know what sort of trauma you might have sustained, we can’t risk you hurting the staff or yourself.”

I stare at her for a few seconds at a loss for words. Trauma? I feel fine.

“I’ll tell you what,” she says as she stands back up. “How about I go get you that drink of water? I’ll only be gone for a moment.”

“O..okay,” I stammer as she leaves, closing the door behind her.

Now that she’s gone, my attention returns to my crotch. The warm, damp sensation has become more noticeable since I first woke up.

Did I wet the bed in my sleep?

My train of wondered is interrupted as the door opens. Nurse Ellie walks back in and closes the door behind her. She is holding a clear cup full of water with an unusual looking lid.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“This is your water, honey,” she replies.

“No, I meant what kind of cup is that?”

“This is an adaptive drinking aid. You can think of it as an adult sippy cup.”

It dawns on me that she does not intend on letting me out to drink.

“Hold on a second.” I protest. “Why can’t you unstrap my arm and let me drink it myself? I’m not just going to let you bottle feed me like some sort of baby!”

“I’ve already explained why you need to be strapped down. These restraints are staying put until I deem that you are no longer a risk. You can either let me help you drink or you can sit there and whine with no water at all.” Her tone is stern and icy, a surprising shift from her upbeat attitude thus far.

Surprised by her sudden change in demeanor, I decided that quenching my thirst is more essential than trying to pick a fight. Besides, it’s not like I have any other options.

“Sorry.” I mumble

Her frustration subsides as she walks towards my bedside. She says in a much gentler tone of voice “I know that it’s going to take some time for you to get used to things around here, but everything will go much smoother if you trust me and let me help you out.”

“Thank you.” I murmur sheepishly as she stands next to me.

Nurse Ellie reaches down and presses a button on the side of my bed. I can hear the faint sound of motors whirring as the upper part of the bed begins to incline. Gently, she places the spout of the cup against my lips allowing me to drink.

“Thanks, I’m good for now.” I say after a few small sips.

“Ah ah ah, not so fast.” she says. “You need to finish this whole cup before you’re done. You haven’t had anything to drink in three days.”

The cup being rather large, I protest, however she gives me a look and I decide to let it go. After all, she’s right about me needing to stay hydrated.

After I finish my water, Nurse Ellie stands up and starts to walk towards the door.

“Wait!” I call out to her.

“What is it, sweetheart?” she says, turning back towards me.

I want to tell her about the wetness around my groin, but I’m embarrassed about it. I end up just mumbling something under my breath.

“What was that? You need to speak up sweetie.” She says with a smile.

I speak up, saying “I think I might have a problem with my underwear.”

“Oh, that reminds me!” she says. “I still haven’t checked your diaper this morning!”

I freeze. “My what?” I ask.

Nurse Ellie continues to smile as she says “Your diaper, honey. All patients who stay here are required to wear diapers. It makes cleaning up any nighttime accidents easier, plus we don’t have to worry about you slipping and falling while trying to use the toilet.”

I stare at her, stunned, as she starts to walk back to my bed.

Suddenly, everything starts to make sense. The warmth and wetness, I must have accidentally peed myself while I was unconscious.

Her statement about diapers being required is deeply concerning to me. I’ve already been embarrassed enough by her, but being forced to wear diapers? It’s bad enough that I was put in them while I was unconscious, but now she wants to keep me in them. Not to mention having her check my diapers? The humiliation would be unbearable.

“No.” I say.

“Excuse me?” she says

“NO!” I scream. “I refuse to wear diapers, and I refuse to let you check me. Let me out of here right now!” I begin to squirm, trying my best to work my way out of my bonds. “Somebody, please help!” I yell.

Nurse Ellie’s smile drops as she walks over to me.

Her voice turns cold as she says “Yelling isn’t going to help you, you know. As your nurse, I am responsible for your care, and I will go to any lengths to fulfill my responsibilities. I tried to talk to you like a mature adult, but since you want to kick and scream like a baby, maybe I should start treating you like one.”

Fear surges through me as she continues her slow walk over to me. I continue to call for help, but either nobody can hear me or nobody cares.

I watch as she pulls something from the front pocket of her uniform.

“You see, I thought you might give me some trouble, so I made sure to bring this with me, just in case.”

She brings the object closer so that I can see what it is. It’s a pink baby pacifier. Only, there was something strange about this pacifier. First of all, It’s far too large for an infant. It also has a strap attached to either side with a padlock hanging off one of the straps.

My confusion must be obvious to her, as she proceeds to clarify what her special device is used for.

“This is a tool that we like to use when one of our patients is being…difficult.” “Here, it goes in your mouth just like this.”

I panic and try to close my lips and turn away, but with my entire body bound there is nothing I do to withstand. Nurse Ellie grabs my face with one hand, forcing me to face her. Her unyielding fingers squeeze hard into my cheeks. Unable to keep my mouth closed, she seizes her opportunity and roughly shoves the pacifier between my teeth.

The taste of rubber fills my mouth as I try to spit the pacifier out, but it’s no use. Using one hand to hold the pacifier firmly in place, Nurse Ellie moves to buckle the strap behind my head. The smooth leather of the strap digs into my face as she pulls it tight, before I hear the click of her locking the pacifier in place.

“Phew, there we go. Much better.” she says, a look of satisfaction on her face.

In a panic I continue trying to call out for help, but any sounds I make are muffled by the pacifier. Completely immobilized and now unable to speak, I’m now completely at the mercy of Nurse Ellie. My heart is beating out of control.

“This pacifier gag is designed to prevent you from making any noise. The little lock on the back ensures that nobody but myself is able to remove it.”

Nurse Ellie locks eyes with me and grins, and all I’m able to manage in response are more muffled grunts.

“Now, I think it’s time for me to check your diaper!” she says with a cheery tone.

I can feel myself trembling. Terror, confusion, anger; all three are swirling through me as Nurse Ellie walks to the middle side of the bed.

She sounds almost giddy as she does this, as if she has been waiting her whole life for this moment. She lifts up the bottom of my gown exposing my lower half to the room.

I look down to discover that I am wearing a diaper. The thick, all white diaper was clearly very wet, as the majority of it appeared soaked and slightly discolored. I begin to snivel as Nurse Ellie takes in the sight of my soggy diaper.

“Uh oh,” she says “It looks like someone had an accident last night.” My ears are burning from the embarrassment, and I can feel myself blushing harder than I ever have in my life.

“Well, your diaper certainly looks soaked from the outside, but we do have to do our due diligence and check to make sure.” I shudder as Nurse Ellie slips a finger inside the waistband of my wet diaper.

Her finger feels cold and alien in the warm, wet diaper. After poking around for what felt like an eternity, she pulls her finger from the waistband of the diaper.

“Yep, you’ve definitely *heavily* wet yourself,” she says with a smirk.

“Would you care to see for yourself?” she says as she holds her finger up to my face. She places her finger right under my nose, and my senses are immediately overpowered by the smell of my own pee. I flinch and do my best to recoil, however the restraints are effective at keeping me in place.

She chuckles at my discomfort. Surprisingly, her voice takes on a note of concern as she says “It is a bit troubling that you have yet to make a messy diaper for me. I’ll have to talk to my supervisor about that. I’ll be back in a few minutes with a fresh diaper for you.”

As she leaves, my stomach drops to the floor. What did she mean by ‘talk to her supervisor’? My mind is torn between the fear of what is to come and the shock of what just happened. The gag in my mouth is becoming more uncomfortable by the minute.

A short while later, the door to my room opens once again. In walks Nurse Ellie, pushing a cart with several items on it, only some of which I can make out. On the top shelf of the cart there is a large basin as well as some kind of coiled tube that I wasn’t familiar with. On the lower shelf of the cart were two stacks of diapers. One stack was plain white like the kind I was wearing, but the other stack was a bright pink color with a pattern all over it.

A second woman in a similar uniform entered my room after Nurse Ellie. This new nurse was a slightly heavier set woman, and she looked to be about middle-aged.

“This is Head Nurse Joy, she’s my supervisor.”

I stare at them silently, wondering what they are gonna do to me next. It’s bad enough dealing with Nurse Ellie, but now I also have to deal with another nurse seeing me like this.

I try to catch Nurse Joy’s gaze in an attempt to plead for sympathy with my eyes. As she looks over to me, she seems completely uninterested. She just glances down at my diaper.

“Well, you certainly weren’t kidding,” says Nurse Joy. “This is one of the wettest diapers I’ve seen in my career.”

My face is hot with shame as the woman comments on the state of my diaper. Unable to meet her gaze, I turn my head away as the two women approach my bed.

I hear the click of a button as my bed begins to move once again. This time I can feel the bed going flat, before my legs start to elevate separately, bending at the knees.

The final position I discover myself in is one where I am lying flat on my back. Each of my legs are hoisted up independently by a kind of motorized stirrup that is attached to the bed. The restraints around my ankles and legs keep me strapped in tightly to the stirrups. My ankles are above my knees and my bottom is suspended slightly above the bed.

I discover that despite the new lack of restraint around my waist area, I am still unable to move because of the position I’m in. I try to buck my hips in an attempt to wriggle free, however I discover that my range of motion is so limited I can barely move my butt upwards at all.

Soon, I feel someone tugging at the tapes of my diaper. I glance down to see Nurse Ellie undoing my diaper.

“Hmm, hmm,” she softly hums to herself while methodically peeling off each tape as I lay there, powerless to stop her.

As she finishes undoing the final tape, she opens the diaper and pulls it out from underneath me, leaving me completely naked from the waist down. I feel the frigid air on my privates as she begins rolling the wet diaper up.

I can feel tears welling up inside me from the combination of shame and anger. I fight to choke them back as I try to scream into the gag, only for it to come out as yet another pathetic whimper.

“I’m glad I checked you when I did, any longer and you would have leaked.” she says with a smile. I watch as she tosses the rolled up soggy diaper into the trash can in the corner of my room.

A shiver runs up my spine, I can not tell if it’s from disgust or the chilly hospital room. My heart has all but stopped as a crushing sense of dread weighs on me.

Nurse Joy chimes in saying “Ellie, you said it’s been 3 days and this patient has not had a bowel movement, correct?” Her voice comes across as indifferent. From the moment she entered the room, she hasn’t paid me an ounce of attention.

“That’s correct.” came Nurse Ellie’s reply.”And I would know, after all I’ve been changing this patient’s diapers since they were transferred here.”

My cheeks flush as I realize this isn’t the first diaper change Nurse Ellie has given me.

While Nurse Ellie was busy removing my diaper, Nurse Joy was fiddling with the objects on the cart. She appears to be checking items off on a clipboard.

“Hmm…well we’ll need to perform a digital rectal exam to check for signs of constipation.” says Nurse Joy. “Have you conducted one before?”

“Once,” responds Nurse Ellie, “Although I wouldn’t mind seeing it demonstrated again.” Her smile grows larger as she glances over towards me.

“Very well then,” says Nurse Joy, “I want you to observe carefully and take notes as I conduct the exam on your patient.” Nurse Joy then hands over the clipboard.

I hear the unmistakable snap of a nitrile glove being pulled taut. I look over to Nurse Joy and watch her dip her gloved fingers into a small jar. She sets the jar back down on the cart and walks over to my bed, positioning herself next to my bottom.

I inhale sharply as I feel something cold on my backside. I quickly realize that what I’m feeling is Nurse Joy’s gloved hand spreading something on my anus. Nurse Joy takes her time spreading the slippery gel all around my butthole.

Unlike Nurse Ellie, Nurse Joy’s fingers are short and stocky. Soon one of those fingers is probing at my anal opening, attempting to gain entry. I clench as tightly as I can, not wanting my ass to be violated by a stranger.

“Now,” she says, “this is going to go much smoother if you relax.” She still sounds completely disinterested, as if this is a task she has performed thousands of times before. “The lubrication will help, but it’s only going to be more painful if you resist.”

Despite my best efforts, I can feel my asshole giving way to Nurse Joy’s finger.

I start to whimper into my pacifier gag as Nurse Joy continues to push into my bottom.

“Please note that your patient’s anal sphincter is extremely tight.”Nurse Joy says to Nurse Ellie. “You may want to consider an anal stretching regimen to make future exams more comfortable.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.” says Nurse Ellie as she jots down a note on the clipboard.

“Future exams?” I think to myself. I am on the verge of tears as the gravity of my predicament hits me. I’m completely helpless, stuck here with Nurse Ellie for who knows how long. I continue to whimper as Nurse Joy’s finger continues its slow and steady assault on my asshole.

Completely defeated, all I can do is lie back and whine as Nurse Joy finishes inserting her finger into my ass.

I feel her finger wiggling and rotating as it explores the inside of my butt.

After a few excruciatingly long minutes she says to Nurse Ellie “Your patient has a large amount of compacted stool approximately 2 inches into the anal cavity.” Finally, her finger begins to retract from my bottom.

“Noted.” Says Nurse Ellie.

As Nurse Joy removes her finger from inside me and takes her glove off, she turns to Nurse Ellie and says “Since this is your patient, would you like to feel for yourself?” For the first time, I see Nurse Joy show an emotion other than boredom as she cracks a slight smile.

“Of course!” Nurse Ellie says enthusiastically. “I’m always ready for a learning experience.” Once again I hear the snap of a nitrile glove being donned, and I try to mentally prepare myself for what is about to happen.

As Nurse Joy steps back from my bedside, Nurse Ellie quickly walks over to take her place, handing off the clipboard in the process.

“Because he is already lubricated, there is no need to reapply.” Nurse Joy says. “You may begin the exam now.”