This is part of my “Katie” series, just so you know where things are picking up, etc….Go back

This is part of my “Katie” series, just so you know where things are picking up, etc….Go back and read my other captions to see some of the other elements of this story. Enjoy!——————————————————————————————-February was now here, and that first Monday of the month, after school, my mother called me to the kitchen. She told me that the doctor called and wanted to give me a check up, and that I needed my yearly shots for school. Now, this was not the same doctor my mom had called when I first started wearing diapers. This doctor that wanted to give me a check up was the doctor teen girls go to for physicals. She didn’t know that I had been wearing diapers.  “Will I have to wear a diaper to the clinic?” I questioned. “Of course you will. You’re a baby. Babies can’t take their diapers off when they go to the doctor, or they’d poop in their pants,” my mom said.I thought to myself that this visit to the doctor would be an interesting experience. The time came. The appointment was scheduled for Tuesday right after school. My mom did let me wear normal clothes a teenage girl would wear, but did keep me in my diaper. For this checkup, it required me to take my pants and shirt off. Most doctors would expect to see a teenage old girl stripped down to panties while in the examination room, but this would be different.  The nurse came in and first asked my mom some questions. You know, the usual “has she been put on any medication lately,” and “has she had any physical problems lately?” questions. My mother answered all the questions, and then the nurse told my mother she could go wait in the lobby. She then told me to undress, and that the doctor would be back in five minutes. I got a little nervous, but began unbuttoning my pants. Now I was standing with only a diaper and shirt and. I took my shirt off, and was now wearing only a diaper. It felt weird standing in the examination room of a clinic with a diaper on. I then felt the need to tinkle, so I did. It made my diaper warm, and it was now noticeable that I was wet (I had wet a lot—the diaper was sagging). I ran my hand across the front of my diaper and it felt very warm. I liked that, but was worried what the doctor would say. I sat down on the bed that was in there (those beds that are built into the wall), waiting for the doctor to come in.Five minutes later, the door came swinging open, and it was Dr. Pampus, my doctor. The first thing she noticed was my diaper, and seemed a bit confused. “Wait a minute. Am I in the right room? You’re Katie, aren’t you?” Dr. Pampus asked with a confused voice. “Y-Y-Yes, Ma’am,” I hesitated shyly.” “You’re seventeen years old?”  “Yes Ma’am.” “You know, most girls your age are potty trained. May I ask why you are wearing a diaper, or am I seeing things?” “My mom puts me in diapers and treats me like I’m two.” “Why?” “Well, because, umm..,” I didn’t know what to say. “Do you enjoy this?” “Yeah, it’s okay. I like diapers.” “Well, okay. I won’t go any further with this. I would like to talk to your mom after this, though. You can go ahead and get dressed again, and then I just need to weigh you and check your blood pressure and then we can proceed with your vaccination shots.”  Dr. Pampus said in a very abrupt tone of voice.  I could tell she was not cool with the idea of a teenage girl that wore diapers for non-medical reasons.After that I got dressed and made my way over to the scale.  While she was weighing me, I pooped in my diaper. I tried to hold it back, but couldn’t, and it was a big load.  I was standing on the scale and felt it coming but could do nothing to stop it from happening.  After the way the doctor spoke to me, I didn’t really want her to see me poop my diaper too.  I tried to be as discreet as possible, but when I slightly bent my knees and clenched my fist and scrunched my face she knew exactly what I was doing.  If she had any doubt, the sound of me grunting and the bulge that formed in my pants left zero doubt in her mind that I had just had a major bowel movement in my diaper as a teenage girl. “You poop in them too? Oh dear. I think I need to get your mother to change you.”  “Yeah,” I simply replied, almost on the verge of crying. I didn’t like this doctor. She wasn’t very nice to me. I wondered how she could call herself a doctor when she seemed very impatient and rude. She called my mother back into the room.  “Well, her checkup went fine. Nothing physically wrong as far as I can tell. However, what’s this with diapers? By the way, you may want to change her, she pooped,” Dr. Pampus said in a snooty tone of voice. “Oh dear. Luckily I brought an extra diaper along,” my mom said, in a very calm and normal voice. She didn’t even explain why I was wearing diapers, as she laid me down right on the exam table and pulled my pants back down to expose my now loaded diaper and began to change me right there while the doctor continued to talk. “Aren’t you concerned about this? You act as if it’s no big deal!” “Oh, it isn’t. I think it’s actually kind of fun. She enjoys being babied. We made a deal with her, and so far, she likes it. I see no reason to be concerned,” my mom replied as she wiped me with the baby wipes and unfolded a new diaper to change me into. “Well, if she was my child, I’d have her seeing child psychiatrist.” Dr. Pampus said matter-of-factly. “That’s nice. But Katie is my child and I’m her mother. Don’t tell me how to raise my child. If she wants to wear diapers and be treated like a toddler and it makes her happy and she’s not harming anyone then that’s is fine by me,” my mother said while she finished up changing me. After I was changed, she dressed me, helped me off the exam table, and slammed the door. I was surprised to hear my mom say all of that, since I thought she wanted to embarrass me by taking me to the doctor. I guess I was wrong.  After we got home, my mom put me back in my baby clothes and said I was such a good girl at the doctor’s office. I smiled, and played with my toys, feeling extremely glad I had chosen to go back to wearing diapers. -- source link
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