## Chapter 3

Warnings: Messy, Humiliation, Gentle cuckoldry

"BECKY!" Cloudy yelped "Did you shit your diaper?"

I looked at her with pleading eyes. I couldn't help it. Another wave hit me, this time coupled with nausea. I filled my diaper even more.

"Well, looks like the castor oil is working quite well Sir."

"Yes, I can see that. Make sure to make a note in her file that she is very susceptible to castor oil. I must say this is the first time one of our charges has dared to mess their pants in the Directors office. We'll need to make sure this the last."

Christine had gotten up and walked behind my stroller and unzipped something behind it. Cloudy was holding her nose and making faces. The Director had taken out his phone and was making sure to to snap a number of pictures of me. Christine in the meantime had pulled a clear plastic sheet out of the back of the stroller and a bundle of wires. She clipped something on my ear and then unceremoniously dumped the sheet over my head and draped it across my body. Soon it was velcro'ed to the stroller, containing me and my noxious fumes.

Which was a good thing too, because another wave hit me and the poor disposable under me didn't stand a chance. Hot wet mush was going up my back and up the sides of the bucket seat.

"There, you can just keep filling your pamper up and we won't have to smell it. That pulse oximeter will let me know if you ever run out of oxygen in there. Enjoy!" Christine said.

"Please take care of her and make sure she is clean and ready for tonight." The Director said.

"Yes sir." Christine responded quickly. And with that, me and my plastic prison was wheeled out of the office and into the hallway.

"No one at the school has ever been into the Directors office with a wet diaper on, much less had a blow-out. You were lucky you didn't get any on the carpet little one...you're in enough trouble as it is."

There was another nurse—a male nurse—that met us at the hallway.

"Hi Cloudy, I'm Sam. I'll be here to take you through your orientation.

Sam was a knockout. He was clean shaven and had excellent hair. He was clearly athletic and had a warm smile.

"I'll see you later Becky." Cloudy blew me a kiss and walked away with Sam.

"And now you're mine little one. Let's get you to your first school class: Detention!" And off we went, back to the elevator and down. In the elevator I couldn't help myself and ended up messing my poor disposable even more. Christine just patted my cheek through the plastic and teased me. "That's it, you just keep filling your diaper and thinking about how you watched your pretty wife walk away with Sam."

I shuddered a took a big stinky breath. My throat felt dry despite the persistent dribble of doped apple juice. We were only 2 hours in and already this was much further than I could ever go.

I was wheeled off the elevator, down the hall and into a room with "Detention" emblazoned on the door. Christine used a keycard on her lanyard to swipe in and pushed the door open with the strolller.

"Hello little ones." Christine called.

"Hello Madam Christine" the room full of ABDLs responded. Most of them were seated in desks, but a couple of them were in strollers like I was, just as restrained.

I was wheeled up to the front of the class and turned around so that I could get a good look at the class, and they could get a good look at me.

"Now, you may be wondering why our new student has gone straight to detention. Well, little miss poopy-pants here was with the Director and messed herself. In his office." There was an audible gasp.

Then the room went silent. It was clear this was bad.

Christine got some papers together and some crayons. Most of them brown, then she put on a cloth face mask and then took off the plastic off of my stroller. I was suddenly cold but able to breathe better. The room full of ABDLs suddenly let out a chorus of "Eeeeewww!"

"Now Becky I want you to write 'I'm a poopy pants baby', 'I pooped my diaper' and 'I deserve to be punished for pooping my pretty pampers' on these pieces of paper. There is lots of paper here, so write it as many times as you can but nice and neat. I expect one line per sheet of paper, good and big so everyone can see." With that she released my wrists from the arms of my stroller. My elbows and arms were still strapped tight, and my hands were still in the mittens.

For the next hour I struggled to write my lines in crayon. It would have been hard even without being strapped down so tight, but I was also dealing with constant cramps. Every once in awhile a wave would hit and I would sqirt even more mess in my very dirty diaper. I could feel the slurry squishing out of the sides. This usually elicited remarks of disgust and giggles from the other adult babies in the area. The whole time there was the slow dribble of bitter caffeinated apple juice going into my feeding gag.

Finally the door opened and a bunch of caretakers, all dressed up in scrubs entered the room. Most wrinkled their nose, and some commented on the terrible smell. I just sat and blushed. Each one would go and retrieve one of the ABDLs from their seat. Sometimes it was fast, a caretaker would tap them on the shoulder and they would grab their hand and walk out. Sometimes it was more involved, requiring the undoing of lots of bondage straps, only for the straps to be done up again and the ABDL to hobble uneasily with a leash attached to a collar, or wheeled away in a stroller like mine.

One of the caretakers noticed my lines and said "You most certainly are! I bet you're the lucky baby we'll see tonight hmm?"

Then a figure walked into the room. They were dressed head to toe in pale green rubber with a white rubber apron overtop, reminiscent of both an old-timey nurse and a maid from a maid cafe. White rubber gloves covered their hands. Their face was covered by a white rubber gas mask. Perched on their head was a rubber nurses cap, but instead of a red cross there was the silhouette of a butt plug.

"Well, lets get you cleaned up." I could hear Christines muffled voice say.