Author: Tatiana

Part 1

04.00 on the ward and Kirsty frantically pressed her call bell. "Don't be cross at me" she silently begged as the young male RN came in to stand over her. "I couldn't get to the bathroom again." she said, blushing furiously now (why o why the boy?) "Its just being a bit stiff still, and the new meds, strange place...." She trailed off as the nurse stripped the topsheet. "What am I going to do with you?" while surveying the damp patch pooling under her. "Lot of work for us and not much fun for you either".

Kirsty rolled onto her side as Paul the RN began to roll the wet sheet under her. "If you want the solution," he said, briskly wielding the wipes to her bottom, "you'd better ask me." "Anything you guys could do I would be grateful" said Kirsty as the hot water trickled down her thighs. Paul lined up the clean sheet and then washed his hands. "Be back with some things for you."

Kirsty had almost dozed off when Paul returned wheeling a trolley. "We had a conf at the nurses station about you" he said "and this got the vote." Kirsty giggled despite herself as he held up the tube of zinc creme and began massaging it onto her smooth cheeks. "No sores on this ward please" he grinned as she pulled herself over to her back. Looking over she saw to her astonishment that he was unfolding the largest diaper she had ever seen, and sliding an oblong pad inside it."What the fu..?" she thought as his hands grasped her hips and raised them, positoning the diaper under her. "This is a bit extreme Paul" she managed as he smoothed the plastic and stuck down he tabs. "Now these too" he said tugging a pair of clear plastic pants over her ankles. "Kinda cute Kirsty" he said as she looked down at herself and then at him. "But don't even think of changing it yourself. You wait for us to clean you, got that?" Kirsty's stare return to her legs slayed by the bulky plastic. "Yeah right " she sniffed. Paul grasped her wrist and yank it into the restraint discreetly fastened at the top corner. Before she could push him away, the other wrist was secured too. "I said I'd leave it" she snapped, wriggling and kicking in futility against the restrictions she was now helpless in. "Well this will solve your problem, I think you'll see." said Paul.

The door closed on her Kirsty tested her arms but they were secured fast to the bed. She could not reach the diaper and realised that it was only a matter of time before she wet herself again. Looking for the call bell her heart sank as it was unplugged. An hour later the familiar surging sting in her groin snapped her alert. Struggling to sit she felt her bladder void into the diaper, soaking spreading to the front and back. Staring up she felt the pee pool between her legs that she couldn't close. Lying uneasily in the diapers she reflected ruefully that at least the bed was dry. Unable to look down at herself the sodden mass of padding lay heavy between her legs and across her navel. "Just for tonight, is all." she thought.

Part 2

At 08.00 Paul came back to Kirsty's room. her yes snapping open she started as she felt the damp wad of diaper and her strapped wrists unable to touch it. Paul sat on her bed and kissed her lightly. "Enough now my arms hurt so much" pleaded Kirsty. "Are you wet?" "Yes very now please let me go, wash, and sort this out for myself." Paul united her wrists and ran his hand over her padded groin. She flinched, but catching his smile couldn't help but smile back. "I'm going to change you and then we'll talk about it" he said, going to the sink to fill a bowl.

Returning he dropped the cotsides. Kirsty, in her shock hadn't even notice them up. She lay on her bag for him as he wriggled off the plastic pants and unpeeled the soaking diaper. "Kirsty you sure wet a lot" he smiled as he placed a towl under her and began soaping. "Don't you hate this sort of thing?" she asked, turning to be washed behind. "I like to help you Kirsty" he replied, rubbing in greasy dollops of barrier creme. "You have a situation here and it needs to be dealt with properly." "Paul, its ok" said Kirsty, taking the face cloth and wiping her face. "I live alone, I don't often have accidents."

Noticing he picked up a razor she shirked away, squirming naked to the far side of the bed. "No way" she announced. "I need to get rid of your hairs to stop you from getting sores" said Paul, pulling back down flat. "I'm not wearing those things again " said Kirsty. "I couldn't." Paul hugged her and she relaxed against him. feeling her shoulders begin to shake, he stroked her hair. "You do have a problem, Kirsty" he explained. "The biggest part of it is denial. Give yourself a chance." "Like, I'm going home and putting on a diaper before settling down to The X-Files?" said Kirsty. "A bit extreme aren't you?" Paul let her go. "Whilst here, I can help you. When you go you'll be used to them and I will be around to take care of you then too."

Kirsty was stunned. This was an attractive guy. But this..? They sat in silence, hearing the clang of the ward waking up. "Get used to it" said Paul. "On your left side. Now." Mind turning over Kirsty obeyed and biting her lip stifled the cry as the nozzle of the enema slid into her. "Clear out time" said Paul, smile back. "Let me see you make the bathroom now." "O god I can't " she gasped, the cramps beginning to come in waves. "What shall I do to help you?" teased Paul, making for the door. Kirsty tried to sit but as her feet neared the floor she bent, clutching her stomach. No choice. "Diaper please" she whispered, head down. "Did you say something?" said Paul, idly tooing and froing the stacked trolley. "I'm gonna go. I need...diaper please." Pads and diaper were thrust smoothly under her and she clenched as she raised her bottom. Fixed in place, there was no time to pull up the plastic pants as she grabbed the cotside, voiding her bowels into the diaper. She made to turn on her front but Paul grasped her arms and sat her down hard against the bedrest.

"This is horrible, I can't bear it " she moaned, raising her arms for the proffered T-shirt. "Kirsty, honestly you will get used to it. Wish you could see what I'm seeing." he added, looking at the petite dark haired young woman. Trying to lift herself up from the spreading mush in her diaper, the rustle of the pants betrayed her. Bending her knees up slightly she leaned back exhausted. Looking down at herself, the elastic cuffs already digging in to the tops of her thighs she messed herself again, this time much more and much firmer. "Sets off my tan" she thought crazily.

Paul stared at her. She was doing fine. leaning over her he kissed her. "See you tonight. The others will take care of you - but remember, never ask and no silly tantrums." Left alone again Kirsty touched the tapes underneath the pants. No way of loosening it. Her stomach had settled a little and although she felt slightly sick, she also sensed an odd relief. Taken care of, she gussed. The nurse she recognised as Barbara came in with the breakfast try. A large glass of tea was prominent. "Babs please I'm in such a state. I've dirtied myself." Babs checked her charts and smiled. "Drink lots little one. These diapers cost and you nowhere near need changing yet."

Part 3

Thirsty Kirsty sang the ditty in her mind as she drained the tea (stewed as per hospital regulations, she thought). Pushing the table way and sprawling on her front again she felt again the wet mess she had made. "Think" she told herself. In the cold revelation of morning with the routines of meals and charts underway she could scarcely believe she had consented to Paul treating her like this. "You wet your bed you lie in it" she muttered. A practical solution had gone too far - she felt a twinge of paranoia, that the nurses were having their little joke on little Kirsty. She willed Barbara to return, sort her out and she could forget it all.

She began to stretch her cramped muscles. "I need to get up" she thought. "Bathroom!" Sliding gingerly off the bed, the diaper sticking to her, she made her away around to the bathroom door. Standing she was aware that she had to pee again. Determined to hold until reaching the bathroom, she staggered forward, the elastic cuffs and snug tapes impeding her gait. The door had been locked. There was another bathroom down the passage. Her clothes were in the laundry room. It was a choice of staying in her room, meekly sitting in her diaper, or braving the barely thinkable - to make her slow way to the main bathroom, bulging plastic pants for all to see. Not really expecting the First Lady to drop by that day, she made for the door, limbs loosening with the exercise. She needed to pee like yesterday. Tugging her T-shirt down and peering around the corner her heart sank.

The nurses station. "Can't stop me" she reasoned. "Tried it, worked fine then went a bit far." Stepping out the tell tale rustle of plastic gave her away. Barbara looked up, put down her pen and came over. "Nice to see you up" she said, taking her by the hand. "Babs this is all wrong. I want the bathroom. I sting and I feel a freak." "No you don't" replied Barbara, shoving not too roughly back into the room.

"Let's see if I can explain." "Some control freak says I can't even clean myself" said Kirsty up on all fours onto the bed. "It was a bit rotten of Paul to diaper you after an enema" said Barbara, absently searching her pockets. "But consider the situation a bit more objectively. You lay in a soaking diaper for hours and didn't yell the place down. If Paul hadn't diapered you you would have messed the bed." "I expected to be able to deal with it myself" said Kirsty. Barbara went to the window. "You've been here before. We have all your notes. You live alone, you work there, doing well, but we notice things. No one visits, the rare call maybe. We are not only trying to manage your incontinence but address the real issues of what will make you feel secure, safer, cared for - happier."

"Babs you crazy nurses think that self-actualization is achieved by sitting in a filthy diaper for hours?" Kirsty congratulated herself on that one. Barbara gave up her absent minded pocket search and came back over to the bed. "The deal is this. Paul wrote it down in a care plan for you and you can read it later. Give this a chance. Don't think ahead just yet but use this opportunity to discover some important things about yourself. ok?" She left abruptly. Trying to follow her, about to ask Barbara what the hell, Kirsty half rose and wet herself uncontrollably. Impassively she checked for leaks - none. Back on the bed she looked at herself as the hot pee squelched inside and across her skin. Pushing up her pillows she slowly and with great deliberation sat upright in her own mess. Barbara returned and raised an eyebrow. Kirsty flicked on the TV remote. "Can't wait for the Attends commercial" she quipped. "Gave yourself away, you did" said Barbara shaking down a thermometer. "You objected to the stinging of the enema fluid. That's like saying, oh I dunno, that two people can't have sex cos they have no bed. Anyway I'll give you a bath later. You'll like that." After she'd gone Kirsty slid back onto her tummy. Her bowels cramped again and she emptied easy, the firmer stool parcelling in the diaper. Her stiff knees were paining her and she felt suddenly very sleepy. She took her medicine and drifted peacefully to sleep once more.

Part 4

Kirsty was standing, urine and faecal fluid trickling down her legs, when Barbara finally came to attend to her. "Oh my look at the state of you" she said, stripping the wet sheet away so the miserable girl could lie down to be changed. The diaper continued to ooze as she lay and Barbara undressed her rapidly, bundling the wringing mess into trash bags. She used the dry ends of the sheet to begin tackling the mess smeared over the girl.

Washing her and the protecting sheet simultaneously, she just didn't know what to say to her as the process of diapering beagn again. Taking extra care over the ominous red patches on Kirsty's bottom, she sat her in the chair as she remade the bed, adding a rubber half sheet and canvas. Finally she replaced the damp t-shirt and rubbed a little of the barrier creme on her thighs.

"You'll feel better now" she said, wanting to break the silence. Kirsty got back into bed and turned away. Rounding to her Barbara could see how flushed she was and wondered if the girl was starting a fever. Kirsty waited until the door closed before grabbing the water jug and downing two whole glasses. She felt awful - her joints sore and her head a heavy throb. Her chest was rattling a little too. Kicking off the covers she huddled in the fading light listening to the rain begin to fall again.

A tired looking doctor eventually arrived, frowning at the sight of her in a diaper. After a cursory listen to her chest he turned to the entering Barbara and handed her a new meds chart. "Chest infection" he said. "Hydration, antibiotics and tell her to sit up a bit." Gesturing back to Kirsty he asked "What's with the diapers? Fancy dress week?" "A few recent accidents" said Barbara staring straight at him. "Oh well ... get the continence nurses in will you?" He hurried away.

In the evening pool of light she managed a little supper, the drip in her arm steadily pouring in the fluids and the drugs. Her bowels settled, she was now indifferent to the frequent gushes of urine inexorably soaking her once more. Barbara, at a loss to do something for her, had given her a shot of Demorol and her joint pains had eased to a faraway ache. The wet diaper stung her sore bottom but she tried to ignore it, thankful for the clean dry sheets and the respite from the torment of messing herself time and again. Groggily she half watched TV, legs drawn up to ease the bulk between her legs.

She didn't bother to answer or even turn at the knock on her door. Waiting until it opened she began to turn when strong arms engulfed her. She caught a smell redolent of soap and cologne. "Tell me everything that happened to you today" said Paul, taking her hands. Breaking down finally, he waited without comment until the end of the account and the beginning of the sniff-gulp stage. Sitting her back to the pillows, he pulled off the plastic pants and silently tugged away the diaper.

She watch as he began to wipe, reaching under her, circling over her tight little bush. He flicked his finger down her crack and she shivered. he trailed the silvery juice across his lips. "Horny Kirsty" he smiled. "Aren't I clever?" As if hypnotized she offered her wrists to be restrained and then diapered again. Tilting her head back she wondered if she was still buzzing from the Demorol. The TV murmered on as her feet were slipped into socks and then strapped down, well apart. "Kirsty is happy now, I think" said Paul as she drank tea from the straw. "I want to be here when she is wet again. See her wriggle for me as she loses her control and pees." Kirsty was about to respond to this when his hand clamped swiflty over her mouth. "I could tape Kirsty's soft mouth up too." Suddenly the efficient nurse again he checked her pulse and temperature, tidied the diaper trolley and propped open the door. She turned, straining against the straps towards him when he turned back and bent down to her ear. "When you leave here, we are a certain date, you and I"

THE END