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When Blossom came back into the room, she didn't bother to hide the baby bottle behind her back or anything. There was no narrative reason to do so.

"Alright, sorry about that wait. I know that, as my favorite patient, you don't mind, but I do appreciate it all the same."

"Uh, yeah..." I noticed the baby bottle in Blossom's hand, the one she got me for Christmas. I'd been thinking how my character would react to something like that. If I were Judith, I wouldn't react well. Or was that just an ABDL story trope? If you offered any ordinary adult a baby bottle, would they really care?

"Thanks for waiting! Get into a comfortable position on the bed so I can administer your meal. Eventually we can teach you how to do it yourself, but this time it's best if I do it for you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, then nodded at the baby bottle. "Is that for me? I don't need a glass like that..."

"This is a medical feeding device for liquid diets," Blossom said simply. "It's for times when motor skills may be compromised. We wouldn't want you to choke, so the flow is regulated. And it's important to be able to see how much is left, so it's clear and has some designs on it to make it easier to read the liquid level."

Wow, what a convoluted way to rationalize a baby bottle. If I were writing it, I would have found a bit more finesse. And technically, Blossom didn't have to explain herself to me. This was her domain. But whatever - she was giving me ammunition and I planned to fire it.

"My motor skills aren't compromised. I can have a normal glass."

Blossom sighed. That kind of inevitable sigh that a nurse might use for a difficult patient.

"You're going to spill it if you try, and that's no good at all. You've signed a treatment plan, and so I'm afraid in this case it comes down to the fact that your medical professionals know what's best for you. A sense of confusion and obstinance can also be symptoms of your condition - should I document that?"

"No, that's not..." I huffed a little and tried not to let my frustration show. I was supposed to be an adult. So I took a deep breath and tried again. "All I'm saying is–"

"Your opinion isn't needed in this matter," Blossom said simply.

"Yes it is," I said, a little more aggressively, because nobody likes getting cut off, even ordinary adults. "I just think–"

"Clearly your case has developed more than I thought, since you're acting out."

"I'm not acting out!" I said loudly, basically acting out. I blushed a little and tried to reel it in. She was doing this on purpose.

Quietly, and without a word, Blossom began to take notes on her clipboard, her lips moving as if muttering something to herself. She knew it would drive Amy a bit crazy, and that was the point: medical grade gaslighting.

"Wait, hold on," I panicked a little. I didn't want her to note anything down. I didn't want her to think something was wrong with me, because I didn't want anything to be wrong with me. It was the same reason why Judith pretended like she still knew how to read. Blossom stopped writing and looked up at me.

"Then you'll let me administer your meal?" Blossom asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine," I said reluctantly. I didn't have a choice.

"Good girl. Scoot up on the bed, I'm going to sit next to you." Blossom waited for Amy to move, and then she sat down next to her and patted her lap. "Head down here, please."

"This is so silly," I muttered under my breath, but I didn't want to get in any more trouble than I was already in. So I put my head down on Blossom's thigh and looked up at her with a blush on my cheeks. Gosh...

Amy looked so stinking cute like that, but Blossom was ostensibly a professional. So she guided the "medical feeding device" to Amy's lips.

"There's my favorite patient. It's much easier when you comply, isn't it?"

I opened my mouth to say something witty, but Blossom put the nipple of the baby bottle in my mouth. I didn't have to suck on it. I didn't have to drink. But I knew she wasn't letting me up until I did. So I started to gently suck on the teat, and apple juice came out.

After a minute, the anxiety started to melt away. It was hard to feel anything but comfort with Blossom's fingers in my hair and the soft sucking motion of the bottle. In her lap, I felt safe. I figured Judith wouldn't feel that way, and maybe my character shouldn't feel that way either, but I couldn't help it. I really liked Blossom.

"You see? It's much better to trust your nurse, isn't it? And after this, we can get you in some more patient-appropriate attire, because you're going to be with me for quite some time. And we're going to have so much fun together, nursing you back to health, and adapting to your new life paradigms, aren't we?"

"Mm...." The dissonance between sick bedwetting Amanda and real life Amanda was staggering. The first Amanda hated this, but she felt compelled to agree. The second Amanda agreed, and felt compelled to hate this. Thankfully, I couldn't talk with the bottle between my lips, because I had no idea what I would say.

Blossom was pretty proud of herself, because every experience she'd had so far with medical play tended to be highly sexual and quite invasive; that was the point a lot of the time. But here, with Amy, she might have crafted the least sexual medfet scene ever. And she could tell from the calmness of the girl whose head was in her lap that she was doing a good job.

"Halfway there, you're doing very good. Most patients struggle with this, but you're a natural."

A natural. Another flare up of dissonance. Anger on one side, and pride on the other. Why was roleplaying so damn hard?

By the time the bottle was gone, Blossom sat me up. My eyes were a little glossy, my cheeks were a little rosy, and I felt like someone had airdropped me dead in the center of littlespace. I wasn't sure how I was going to fight back. I wasn't sure how I was going to maintain my obstinance. My character felt so far away.

But I underestimated Blossom's genius.

"Looks like that bottle is taking effect," she said warmly. "You should be more amenable now."

What a godsend.

"Lay down on the bed, sweet pea; the last thing we need is more sheets to clean. And you shouldn't be in your street clothes anymore, either way."

"Um..." I tried to say something, but nothing in particular was coming to mind. I hated when I couldn't think of stuff to say, especially when I was in a scene. I wanted to help move things along, not play a bystander. But Blossom didn't seem to mind. She helped me lie down on the bed where I had been resting my head just a few moments beforehand. I looked up at the ceiling. Back here again.

It didn't take Blossom very long to get the supplies she needed: a diaper, powder, and a cute onesie for Amy. That seemed like the proper degree of patient attire for this fictional place for "sick people".

"I love when my patients are so well behaved; you barely even moved at all. What a good girl!"

"Thanks... um..." I tried to sit up, but Blossom was too quick. She pulled my legs out from under me and then tugged at the string around my pajama pants. I wanted to argue about dressing myself, but that seemed like a distant dream. Without too much fuss, she tugged off my pants and I was left in just my top and underwear. Then I heard the crinkling of the diaper.

"This is going to be a little bit strange at first, but I promise that you'll get used to it. And in time you won't even remember wearing anything else."

She unfolded the diaper enough to fluff it up some, and then set it down. Then she pulled down Amy's underwear.

"Hey, um... wait..." I reached down to try to stop Blossom pulling off my panties, but it didn't do any good. Then I was naked, and I wanted more than anything not to be. So when Blossom told me to lift my butt again, I did.

Lift. Slide. Powder. Rub. Fluff. Pull. Align. And then the first of the tapes. Blossom had gotten pretty damn proficient at this whole procedure, and she was rather proud of herself.

"Gosh you're doing so good. I can't wait to tell the other nurses just how good my favorite patient has been for me today."

Once she pulled the first tape, once I wasn't completely naked, I found a bit of willpower in me. I shook my head to try to shake away the fogginess - the bliss - of littlespace.

"This seems... unnecessary. I really don't need..."

Second tape.

"You don't know what you need anymore, sweet pea. That's why you signed over treatment permissions and power of attorney to our facility."

A simple answer, as if it was in any way sane. Third tape.

"I did...? I didn't mean to do that..." I fussed a little and tried to push Blossom's hands away, which was promptly met with a soft slap to the backs of them. I withdrew my hands and whined a little.

"You certainly did. Which means we can do anything we like to you, as long as we believe it's in your best interest."

Blossom finished up the final tape and stood up straight.

I shook my head and tried to sit up. The thickness of the diaper between my legs just urged me further and further into littlespace, like a dark cave with no end. The light far above me was just a pinprick.

"I dun need diapers though..."

"You already reported wetting the bed," Blossom said with a smile. "So we have precedence."

"Yeah, but... but..." But there was no arguing it; bedwetting was sufficient cause to need diapers. I blushed a little deeper.

"You're a bedwetter, Amy. You're always going to be a bedwetter, and we're going to help you learn to live with that. Just some little life adjustments in the name of your treatment plan, and you'll soon be able to take your mind off this problem and go back to living a life of fun and carefree happiness. Isn't modern medicine wonderful?"

Blossom began to lift Amy's top off next, because she still had to dress her in the onesie.

"Wait, hey!" Blossom got my top off without too much trouble, because I didn't realize what she was doing until it was too late. My body's automatic responses usually worked in favor of others, and when she pulled up my top my arms went up on their own. Or maybe I was too used to Blossom undressing me.

"You're diaper-dependent now, Amy. So you need clothes that help with that. But don't you worry: this is comfortable, cute, and fashionable. Now keep your arms up please."

Blossom reached down for the onesie.

I kept my arms down, now that I had my wits about me. I was wearing a bra, so I didn't feel the need to rush into clothes the way I felt rushed into wearing a diaper. It was time to take my stand.

"I'm not diaper-dependent. I dun need any of this!"

"You most certainly are," Blossom said simply, "and that's one of the most prevalent symptoms of your condition. Now are you going to argue medicine with your health professional or are you going to keep being a good girl for me?"

"I'm not listening to you until you start making some sense," I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. That sounded like something Judith might say.

"And do you think if you could recognize sense, that you'd be in full time care?" It was the classic "if someone says you're crazy, how do you argue?" angle.

"Well, I'm not wearing that," I said flatly, trying not to be too submissive. The warm comfortable feeling in my chest was trying to pull me back into complacency.

We were at a stalemate. Blossom wanted me to do something, and I didn't want to do it. No manner of gaslighting would fix that. I imagined Maria and Judith would be in this same position a dozen times in the future, and I honestly didn't know how Blossom would handle it.

"That's fine with me."

Quickly, Blossom unfastened Amy's bra with one hand, and deftly removed it from the girl. And then, as quickly as she could, she snatched up Amy's discarded clothes and left the room.

I blinked. She... she just left? She left me in nothing but a diaper, with the onesie on the bed beside me. I couldn't believe she'd done that!

I looked around the room. My backpack was on the floor, so I could just change into something else. But for my character, there wasn't a backpack. Blossom's intention was to leave me alone in a room with just a onesie and a diaper, and that was it. I could change, I could stay naked... but if I wanted to cover up, the onesie was my only option. A very Maria-like tactic.

As I pulled it over my head, I thought about taking the diaper off. The onesie wasn't a shirt - I could snap it closed between my legs and provide the same coverage panties would give me. An oversight on Blossom's part, but Maria wouldn't be that shortsighted.

And anyway, I didn't want to take my diaper off.

I didn't do the snaps, because I thought an ordinary adult probably wouldn't. They would just wear it like a shirt, right? But in a great bout of irony, it only made me look more childish in the mirror with my diaper exposed.

Finally dressed, I opened the door and left the room to find Blossom. I wasn't sure if we were still doing our scene or not, but I had a lot of interesting writing ideas for Academy Works.

When Amy came downstairs, Blossom was leaning over the counter eating yogurt from a little cup. Her low-cut top showed off the top half of her boobs.

"How are you feeling, boo? This is a checkup. If you're still green, we can keep going. If we're yellow we can talk about it. Or if you think you found what you wanted to find, we can stop there."

"Uh... green, for sure. I'm good." As for the question of playing more or switching to writing, I didn't really know. I kind of wanted to keep the scene going, but I didn't really see us doing anything more exciting than the bottle and the diapering. And it felt a little selfish, forcing Blossom to baby me more. Plus, I wanted to write, and I didn't think Blossom's unique expertise was going to give me any more information than I already had.

Ah, the tug of war between personal and professional wants. I really was an adult now, huh?

"I think I'll go back to writing, if that's okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Blossom said. "Do you think you understand medfet a little more now?"

"Uhhhh, I definitely understand how to mix it in with baby stuff," I laughed. "But, yeah. I can see the appeal."

"That's great! Half the process of discovering kinks is bridging it to something you already know," Blossom laughed. "I'm glad I could do that for you! I can't wait to see what you write with your new experience~"

Scenes ending always felt a little weird. Thankfully, I always seemed to transition into something else, like sleeping or writing. I sat down on the couch and opened up Academy M. With the thick diaper between my legs and Blossom's dialogue fresh in my mind, I felt ready. I was going to get Judith in a diaper.

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[Academy M: Mistake 5]

(If you are following Academy Works, please read Ch.5 [linked above] and return here to continue the story. If Ch.6 has been released, it is recommended that you DO NOT read it at this time.)