Warnings: Messy diapers, Humiliation, consensual non-consent

I'd only been at the institute for half an hour and I had just gotten the grossest force feeding I've ever experienced followed up with a large dose of castor oil. Just as that finished a nurse was pushing over an adult sized stroller, but the wildest one I've ever seen.

The chrome IV pole that was on the back of the stroller had 4 hooks. The head-rest was in pink PVC and had straps around it. The bucket seat was also in pink PVC, and had a 7 point harness. The arms had clips on the side for my restraints, and there was a white tray with pictures of cute pink cartoon bunnies. There were straps for my thighs and legs, and the footrest even had straps for my ankles and shoes.

"Alright sweety, lets get you strapped in." Christine said. Christine removed the clips from my wrist and ankle restraints that were attached to the little chair I was sitting in. Then the spreader bar keeping my legs apart.

"I'll hand that back to you."

"Thank you" Cloudy said, putting the bar in the diaper bag.

I was helped into the chair, and quickly I was trussed up really tight in the harness. The car seat was nothing compared to this. I was not going to be moving an inch. This only served to make the addition of the thigh, leg, ankle and foot restraints feel excessive. The tray was put on, and I could see that the cute pink bunnies were wearing diapers and in scenes of sadistic bondage and torture. My wrists were attached to the arms of this perverse stroller and then my arms were attached, both at the elbow and up near my shoulders. Finishing off Christine wrapped a strap around my neck above my collar, and then a final one around my head.

"There we go, snug as a bug in a rug!" Christine exclaimed.

"He's not moving an inch!" Cloudy agreed.

"Alright, if you follow me, we can go to a consultation room to get started." Christine wheeled me down the hallway with Cloudy following close behind. The ride was smooth and comfortable, if not a little tight.

"Just one second, we need to make sure this little one has enough to drink." Christine popped into the room she was in earlier. Here I could see the cupboards full of baby formula, juice, and jars and bags of baby food. She grabbed 2 litres of apple juice and poured it into a bag, then she topped it with water and poured in 2 kinds of powder.

"Some Pedialyte to keep you hydrated, and then some caffeine to make you nice and awake, and wet! I'm sorry sweety, but this is going to be quite bitter!"

She hung the bag on the IV pole, and plugged the tube in my pacifier gag. She unclamped it ever so slightly, so just a little bit of the bitter tasting medicinal apple juice would dribble in my mouth. With that away we went down the hall to our destination.

Along the way we got to the elevator, and there was The Director from earlier.

"Oh well, it looks like someone is ready for their treatment consultation hmmm?"

"Yes sir, she has been given 60CC of castor oil as you requested."

"Oh! Oh No! It looks like you forgot her dolly!" He exclaimed in mock horror. It was true, in all the fuss of getting me strapped in my dolly was still in her toy high-chair. I was mostly used to humiliate me so I was fine with it staying there.

The Director quickly made a phone call.

"Hi Eva, do you see a doll in the waiting room? Yes, that's hers. Would you mind.... yes please. Thank you." He slipped his phone back in the pocket of his lab coat. "Well that crisis is about to be averted."

He grabbed the stroller and wheeled it around effortlessly so I could see Eva walk down the hallway. When she got closer she made the dolly dance her way over to me before giving me a playful boop on the nose, and nestling it in the crook of my arm.

"You could make a restraint system just for dolls or stuffed animals for that stroller." Cloudy offered.

"Oh, I like that!" Replied The Director. "I think you're going to fit in just fine here." He swiped a card on a card reader on the elevator and everyone except Eva got in. My stroller was turned sideways, and I could see myself in the mirror. A perfect picture of sissified pink perverse princess submission. While everyone was engaged in idle elevator chit-chatter I was stuck watching myself slowly drink. The bitter apple juice doped with caffeine and Pedialyte continued to dribble onto my tongue.

"Christine, why don't we do the consultation in my office?"

She looked surprised, and stammered a little "y...yes sir!"

"Perfect." he said, and self assuredly hummed as we made our way upwards, subtly signalling that the time for idle chit-chat was over.

The elevator dinged and The Director exclaimed "Here we are!"

I was wheeled out and Christine unclamped the flow from the feeding gag sending a burst of the bitter juice into my mouth.

"You'd better keep drinking or you'll choke." She whispered gently.

I struggled to keep drinking as I was rolled down the hallway and into a room. Christine adjusted the flow back to a dribble and I breathed deeply, catching my breath. We were in a nice corner office with a view of the grounds outside. Over by the floor to ceiling windows was a giant oak desk. Beside it against the wall was a low bookshelf and a side door beside that. Christine gestured to the table at the front of the room and Cloudy took a seat. My stroller was unceremoniously deposited between the table and the desk where The Director had sat down. He had pulled some papers from a desk drawer somewhere and was doing some paperwork. I had a view of the table, but more importantly, everyone in the room had a perfect view of me.

There wasn't much to do except keep gulping down the apple juice. I had two terrible choices, I could let it collect on my tongue and continue to taste the apple juice; or I could swallow it as soon as possible but get a bitter aftertaste of caffeine and medicinal Pedialyte, not to mention creating more suction for more juice to enter my mouth. Neither one was great and I kept oscillating between the two.

Christine started "Alright, lets get down to business. So we've requested a stay of at least one week, though at the end of the week we may need him to stay longer...".

"That should be fine, he's booked off two weeks at work."

"Perfect. And the items you want to work on are: gender, behaviour, fussy eating and boundaries, correct?"

"Yes." Cloudy replied. In the small silence between the conversation my tummy rumbled.

"Okay, and you've read through the list of potential treatments and punishments, did you have any questions?"

"I did have one question, what happens if it is too much for him? How would you know?"

"Well, part of the charm here is that it will in fact be too much for her ..." Christine turned to look at me with a wry smile, my stomach gurgled a little more. "We are, by nature of the job, trained very well to identify when we're pushing our charges too far. That way we know our treatments are working. But then, I think little Becky here is looking forward do that. Aren't you sweety?"

Cloudy turned to look at me with a nervous smile and I nodded my head as best as I could. This is what I wanted, or at least, what I thought I wanted.

"So to answer your question, nothing special happens, we will likely continue the treatment." Continued Christine. "Now did you happen to bring the consent forms?"

"Yes" Cloudy said, as she dug the forms out of the diaper bag.

As this conversation was going on, I could hear my guts bubble and gurgle and my bladder was getting quite full.

Cloudy pulled them out and Christine continued "Perfect. So we'll be doing a full medical and dental checkup, and set him up to be a full test subject."

"Yes that's right."

"And evenings we can use him as a servant?"

"Of course. I think he'll enjoy that. Especially if he gets to wear his maid outfit!"

"Oh, he'll wear plenty. And for school, what classes should we enroll her into?"

"Uhhh, I'm not sure."

"We'll set him up with our basic learning program then, we can always tweak it. Alright, that about does it for us. Did you have anything to add Sir?" Christine looked over at The Director behind the desk. I could feel his eyes burning into me. That's when the cramps kicked in.

"Yes, just 2 questions. On a scale of 1 to 5, with 1 being a marshmallow and 5 being gestapo, how strict shall we be on little Becky here?"

"Oh, I think a 5, don't you Becky?" Cloudy asked me. I blushed. I felt woozy. Everyone was looking at me. I was bloated, cramping and my tummy rumbled again quite loudly, causing Christine to giggle. I nodded, knowing in my heart that this is what I wanted and I was going to live to regret it.

"A 5 hey, are you sure?" The Director asked, an edge in his voice.

I nodded. My stomach made another gurgle as a series of bubbles made their way up.

"Alright. Make sure that's noted in her file Christine."

"Yes Sir."

"Finally, Cloudy, are you okay if I take Becky under my wing for some special treatments and instruction? I have been going over his file and I find it very intriguing. This would be in addition to our usual arrangement." The cramps were hitting hard now. I was sweating. If I could move I would be writhing.

"Yes of course" Cloudy said.

"Good." The Director stared at me. "I'll see you later this week."

I couldn't help it and let out a long wet fart. At least, I thought it was a fart. It kept going and I was turning redder and redder, especially with all this attention on me. Then I realized just how wet it was. The warm sticky mess was squishing up and around my diaper.

"Looks like I'll be seeing you much sooner." The Director said. There was a twinkle in his eye, but his face said I'd live to regret it.