Planpered

Chapter 1
Planpered

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Chapter Description: You know you'll like it. It's like free candy from a van on the road....

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Planpered By: Long_Rifle

Well.... I need to write something short. This idea won’t leave my head. Lets see what happens. This is meant as a diversion. If it doesn’t seem like my usual quality, or depth. That’s probably why.... .....well shit. Over ten thousand words in three days. I hope this means I’m gonna start writing more again. On with the show! Female mental- something or another. Male- kinda sorta. But I wouldn’t read it just for that part....

Haley stood still. Looking at her reflection in the mirror. She looked average. Her usually well kept hair now a mousy mess. No makeup meant her freckles were an explosion across her face. A plain if dirty shirt. And finally a pair of loose pink sweat pants. Tied down tightly to keep them from falling off her flat ass. "I don’t like this Kora. It’s not going to work."

Kora gave her a tense smile. "This isn’t exactly the time to back out. We’ve give up everything for this. We moved in with my fucking parents because of this."

Haley nodded, then swallowed. "But I look like a freak.... I’ll never live this down!"

Kora felt like punching her. "Couldn’t you have said something months ago?" She almost yelled. "Back when we both had jobs, and a fucking place to live? Shit, being a beat reporter wasn’t the best. But we could have had careers!"

Haley turned away from the mirror and towards her, "We can go back. We can show them our reports. Let them know what we had planned."

"Sure! Let them know all the partying, lies, and drugs were about a giant exposé we were going to do. But at the last second you chickened out. Boy, that will sure show them we are ready for the big time!"

Haley let her head drop. "But.... This.... It’s just to much!" She grabbed her friends hands. "We can start over! We’re not even 30 yet! We have plenty of time!"

Kora sighed. "No. We don’t. Don’t you feel it? We’re addicted. Right now I just want to pop a few tabs and get high. What do we do? Try to go to rehab and put it all behind us? We’ve set this up for months. Everyone has tossed us aside except the guys giving us pills and fucking us. Even mom and dad are about to tell us to move out! What the fuck do you want to do? End up sucking dick like whores?"

Haley shook her head. "I just...."

Kora threw her hands up. "Fuck it! I’ll be the one that trips out. Can you handle my side of it if we switch?" She started to pull her own stained shitty clothing on. "Can you handle it?"

Haley nodded, "I wait for the pills to work, make sure you remember what you need to do, and when you do the -thing- I call your parents all freaked out and they send you for help. I go to Janet’s and hide for a few weeks. Then I go take our notes to the boss and explain everything, he bails you out and we finish the article. And then we’re famous."

Kora thought she had everything ready, then mussed up her hair one last time. "Close enough. We’ve documented everything. From the local scene, to the people saying they were abused in the programs. Once we have first hand proof we’ve got Emmys!"

Haley had tears in her eyes, "Are you sure this is safe?"

Kora had the pills in her hands, "No one died in any of the treatments."

"But the rape?" Haley croaked out. She felt sick just thinking about it.

Kora slapped the tabs into her mouth and swallowed them with a good helping of water. "Remember the plan? Trust me. Nothing will happen after I do that a few times!" She reached out and hugged her friend. Since early college they had been together. Gone to the same classes. Finally getting the same jobs. "This is our next step Haley. This will get us the best assignments! Woah... It’s almost time. Get those tears on....." Her voice sounded funny to her now. Almost hollow and ringing at the same time. "This is gonna be.... Great...."

Haley watched and waited. She looked at her friend, and then at her own reflection in the mirror. "This is so stupid...." But they had set the plan in motion months ago. She looked her now smiling partner in the face before sitting down on the bed. "This better be worth it..." She said as the tears returned unforced.

Kora felt the rush she had expected. Her body felt warm and comfortable. As if she was in a warm bath. She felt like she was floating, and it was great. She had expected Haley to take this part, as she had said she wanted it. But just in case they had both done the same drugs, and hit the same parties. They had ramped up the drug use slowly. Hoping to keep much of their thought processes intact. "It worked...." She thought as she looked at her hands moving slowly in front of her; she was as high as she could ever remember being. She felt slow, as if she was very tired. But she could still remember the plan. Thinking about it made her smile. She looked up to see Haley staring at her. "Well... Time to get this shit started..." She giggled at that. "Shit...."

Haley was waiting for her cue. The last thing that had to be done before it couldn’t be stopped. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip waiting. Then as she watched, Kora started to giggle madly as a dark stain started running down her legs towards the floor. "I guess it’s time...." She said to herself as she watched her squat a little and start to grunt. The smell hit her hard. She almost wanted to puke. But it didn’t seem to stop Kora who kept giggling and pushing. "Fuck..... This is just fucked up...."

Kora was surprised at how it felt. She had expected to be grossed out. But as her piss ran down her legs she thought it almost tickled. "So warm...." She cooed to herself, before taking the next step and pushing something else out. She could feel the mess press against her panties, before it started to push out and spread up and down her crack. "Icky...." She thought. She took one last look at Haley. She looked like she was about to puke. Kora smiled broadly, gave a weak thumbs up, then proceeded to sit down on the floor. Her legs spread comically in front of her. The mess in her pants finding new places to cover.

Both women were surprised at the reaction of the paramedics and police. Kora, ruined pants and all was strapped onto a stretcher and rolled out of the house. Haley barely had time to react before she saw the ambulance rolling into the drive. She had planned to go out the side door, but seeing a police car immediately behind the amblance changed that, she popped the screen out of the bathroom window and booked off into the night. She ran almost the entire way to Janet’s house. She was panting as she told her exactly what had happened to Kora, and was more then happy to smoke a joint to calm down. As she relaxed and her fear left her, she rubbed her face with her hands. "I hope this works Kora..." She muttered. "I really fucking hope this works."

With their only witness gone, the paramedics didn’t know what the woman was on. She kept laughing and wiggling, refusing to follow instructions, or to even speak. When all their monitoring equipment was finally on the readouts showed she wasnt in any danger. But they kept watching just to be sure. The smell from her pants was unbelievable.

Kora kept smiling, even laughing wildly on the inside. "This is going to work. They’ll let me come down, tell me I need to do in patient detox, and I’ll get my story." She was barely aware when they pulled a pad between her legs, and up her crotch, trying to prevent any more of a mess then what was already running onto the floor... Kora starting to giggle again.

Hours later she was awake. She tried to rise, but something strapped tight across her waist and chest kept her down. She almost made the mistake of opening her mouth then. "So thirsty...." She thought. Kora tilted her head up and looked around the room. "Definitely still in the hospital... I wonder how long I’ve been out..." She tried moving her body as much as she could as she looked around. Surprised for an instant when her lower half moved and caused a plastic crinkling sound. She moved again. "A pad... One of those plastic backed pads in case I wet the bed." She sighed. "Well might as well, since I’m strapped down anyways." She relaxed her body, and felt the warmth radiate from between her legs. She remembered first trying this when they had been in the planning stage. Even with her body to the bursting point she could barely release anything. "Now it’s so much easier." She thought.

She was just finishing when a nurse walked into the room and started writing something on a chart. "Well, I see someone is up." She quipped, before going back to her chart. "It’s been about seven hours since they brought you in. I bet you need to really use the bathroom. Let me get an orderly and we can see about letting you up." Kora watched the nurse walk closer to her bed, "But I need to check your levels first." She leaned close to one of the machines humming next to the bed and started to push bottons, nodding her head occasionally. When that was finished she started to check the IV line, and all the wires going under the blanket and towards Kora. She stopped, taking a deep breath. And smelt something unexpected. She lifted up the blankets for a quick peek as she spoke. "I was just in here fifteen minutes ago. You didn’t....." But the smell was obvious now. She let the blanket go. "If you keep that up we’ll cath you." She gave kora a dirty look, expecting a responce. But got silence instead.

This was part of their plan. To act meek, and not talk very much, if at all. It’s hard to get your lies twisted up if you don’t make any. Instead Kora gave the nurse a big dumb grin, and started struggling with the straps holding her down. She moaned and motioned towards her hands with her eyes. "Let me up ya bitch!" She thought. The nurse seemed confused for a moment. She wrote something else down before walking away.

Meanwhile at Janet’s house time had crept on. Haley didn’t know how long she should stay away. It had been at least a week, and she hadn’t seen anything on the news about her friend, or that anyone was looking for her. She had even spent a night out partying openly like nothing was wrong. And was wondering how much longer she should wait. "One more party..." She said.

Janet had been listening, "Yeah! One more party this week! It’s gonna be fucking hot! You and me, and a little something to loosen us up." Janet walked past, and gave her a hip check. "You’ve really unwound now that your buddy Ms. Stick in the mud is gone. Tonight is gonna be a blast!"

Back at the hospital things were progressing. "Two days in and I already have my story." Kora thought to herself. The memory from earlier in the week still haunted her. She scratched idly at the large disposable diaper around her waist that was the result of her ordeal. She had been cleared to start therapy. And just before it was time to go a male nurse had come to take her. Everything had been normal. Until he stopped at a closed door, opened it and shoved her inside. She had been surprised at first. But not to worried. Until he pulled a needle out and held it up. She still remembered his voice. "I can take the edge off with this, but I want a little present in return." At that he lewdly grabbed his crotch and sneered.

She remembered the slight urge to agree. She was on some kind of drug to keep her from going cold turkey. But it wasn’t enough to keep away the sick feeling she had. But unlike most druggies she wasn’t doing it for the high, she was doing it for her career. She couldn’t risk screaming and breaking her cover, instead she used her secret weapon.

He smelled it almost immediately. "Did you shit yourself?! You sick bitch!" He put the syringe away and darted out of the room. Kora was alone long enough to wonder if she should open the door herself, when another nurse, female this time swung it open and gave her a nasty look.

Now in the aftermath Kora leaned back against the taut mesh surrounding her. Along with the diapers, for making a mess of herself. She had earned the privilege of using a specially enclosed cot for supposedly running off and hiding. She had been zipped inside after being diapered, and warned that if she tried to take it off she would be strapped down and gloved. She had nodded enthusiastically at the warning. "I’ve got rape. Abuse. And drugging patients. This is gonna blow this place wide open..."

Since the episode with the male nurse she had used it as an excuse to recoil against any other male that got to close. "Let them think I’m withdrawing. Haley should be coming in any day now. And then this shit is all over anyways."

The first week passed with Kora stuck in diapers, and trapped in a covered cot except for a few hours a day when she was allowed to walk and stretch her legs, supervised of course. She kept watching the clock when she could, or taking glances at the TV to see if something was reported about her friend. On the nineth day she got booted from her therapy class for being disruptive. She had started making fart noises every few minutes. "Fuck it, I’m out of here soon. Might as well enjoy myself." She had decided. By the tenth day she purposely knocked her cup over when it was given to her. Leading her to be given her drinks in covered cups. "This thing looks like a fucking toddler cup!" She thought to herself.

The more she acted out, the more remote the staff got. Day twelve she had had enough and refused to eat. She crossed her hands in front of her, and grinned ear to ear. This went on for two more days, then when she was in the middle of a diaper change, she found herself strapped down, and a feeding tube jammed down her nose. She squirmed and wiggled, but they were good, and it was in almost before she knew what had happened.

The male nurse that had tried to rape her smiled into the cot at her, then held up a large syring full of mush. "Time to feed the baby!" He connected it to the tube and pushed it down. "You know...." He said while he looked over his shoulder for any close witnesses. "I was worried at first. Thought you might just make it out of here and make some noise about our little trip." He looked back at her. "But if you’re this fucked up in only two weeks, you’re not even going to remember your name in another month!" He laughed. "And don’t touch that tube! We can throw a stitch in there to keep it in, or even go through the chest if you want a scar baby." He continued to laugh as he walked away.

Kora finally knew she had to do something. Being told she could be here for at least another month brought back the reality of her situation. Haley had apparently bailed, and it was up to her to put an end to this. She waited till shift change and when her new nurse walked in she waved at her urgently, then opened her mouth to tell her the truth. She immediately gagged. The nurse watched as she tried again, and almost threw up. "The tube! I can’t talk with this thing in!" She made a motion with her hand towards the tube. Trying to show the nurse she needed it out.

"Right girl. That’s your dinner tube. You didn’t want to eat, so now you don’t have to." The nurse stopped talking when she saw Kora make a move to pull it out. She pushed a button on her belt, and quickly zipped the mesh open and lunged inside. She could barely hold her arms down. But her alarm brought help quick enough.

Kora saw the needle coming towards her as she struggled. "No! Just pull this tube out! Let me tell you what’s going on!" She gurgled. But in seconds she felt the prick of the needle, and then warmth spreading out. Calmness followed. She felt the weight lift off of her and smiled wetly as she was carefully laid back. There were voices, and unanswered questions. But she kept smiling as she brought a hand up to her face and started to suck her thumb.

Haley Finally couldn’t wait any longer. She was sure the plan was that she was supposed to send a letter to Kora when it had been her that was going inside. And Kora hadn’t sent anything in weeks, since the day she had been taken. Haley had finally decided to go back to Kora’s parents. She waited calmly in the kitchen when told. She had expected them to come out, ask her to sit down. And then she would tell them the whole plan. Everything that they had done to carry it out. She caught her reflection in the microwave and cringed. "I look like shit." It was the truth. With Kora gone she had really let Janet have the reigns. And she had spent the last few nights drinking, smoking, and doing things for drugs she wanted to forget. "It’s been over two weeks. Time to cut this shit off." She said to herself.

She heard a door open, and footsteps getting closer. She turned towards them, expecting Kora’s parents. Only to see two cops, and a paramedic. She brought her hands up defensively. "Wait a second! I’ve got to tell you guys something important!"

A female officer brought her right hand up, leaving her other hand down, hidden behind her thigh. "Of course Haley. But we need to get you checked out first. Why don’t you come outside and we can have a nice chat?"

Haley shook her head, "This is impor-". Her speach cut off as the officer brought her hand up and squeezed the trigger on her tazer. Haley hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred and doubled before she felt strong hands roll her over and cuff her. She was in the ambulance before she got her senses back, but was shushed when she tried to speak.

"Let me do my job. When you get to the hospital you can tell them everything you need to there." The paramedic said tersely. She then started asking questions, trying to figure out exactly what Haley was on, her age, and if she had any diseases.

Haley answered in a drone. She would tell her story in the hospital. "That’s were I needed to go anyways." She thought.

When she was rolled in she was uncuffed and strapped into a chair. Then told it was for her own safety. She surprised them by asking for the chief psychiatrist by name. "Look I know him. Let me talk to him in private. You can leave me in this stupid chair if you want. Please!"

To her surprise she was actually rolled into a private room, and told to wait. Ten minutes later he walked in. "Thank god Dr. Owens! This is so important. Please listen to me, let me tell you everything before you stop me alright?" With a silent nod he sat and listened while she told him everything. From the rumors of abuse, to the alleged rapes in the in-patient drug program. He listened intently. And nodded when she brought up Kora. He let one of her hands free when she asked and she reached into a pocket and pulled out a small USB drive and handed it over. "And this is from her, to verify." He took it, then stood and opened the door. A spoken command brought a small laptop. He inserted the drive and watched as another face came up. One he was very familiar with. When the story was over he reached over and released the rest of the straps holding Haley in the chair.

"Wow. That’s one hell of a story you two have. If it’s true you’ll be famous. And you could really help so many people here. Come on, lets go get your friend. She must be dying to get out of here!" He made a quick call, asking for someone to meet him on another floor.

She was led through several halls, twisting and turning before hitting an elevator and going up. "God, this place is huge. No wonder things are happening that you don’t know about." She said, though something made her add; "But I guess you’re only in charge of a small part of this place anyways."

He cleared his throat at that. "This is first and foremost an emergency hospital for the local community. We try to serve it the best we can. The upper floors are the psychiatric wings and the rehab. It seems large. But we’ve got a lot going on. With the surge in drugs recently we’ve had to fit more into less space. I remember when Kora was brought in. She was oddly quiet. But I guess I know why now."

At the mention of her friend Haley bit her lip, "Is she okay? I haven’t heard anything. I thought she would be out by now. It’s been weeks."

The door dinged open. "She’s fine. Recovering nicely from the drug abuse. I guess you two over did it a bit, of course it worked as intended I suppose. But yes, she should have been out sooner. But unlike other patients she’s been uncooperative. We wondered why. This kind of clears the air now." They had walked from the elevator down a hallway. Which ended at a locked door. A small panel of wired glass allowed a glimce into the area beyond. He beeped them in with a card. "This is the secure portion of the hospital. Please stay with me, and follow all directions and you will be fine."

"Sure." She said as she started to wring her hands nervously. "Is she off the drugs now?"

He grabbed a chart from the wall and started walking. "She’s still on something for depression. But I think we’re just about done with that. Please follow me."

Haley followed while he moved. She was surprised at the appearance of the people around her. And the bright and open way the entire facility seemed set up. "Wow.... I didn’t expect this. It’s so... Nice."

"Mental care facilities have progressed since the days of locking people away in sterile environments." He made a sweeping motion with his hand, "This is healthy. We know now that keeping people locked up, and medicated emotionally harms them. We don’t do that anymore, even violent diseases can be managed with safe medication and care."

Haley had to agree. Everything looked clean and healthy. "I guess if you want people to get better you treat them better."

The doctor pushed through another locked door and she followed. "Of course. Would you want to detox and stay here if we locked you up and treated you like a prisoner?"

Haley didn’t answer. She was still looking around her, almost in awe. After going through one last door everything seemed to have changed. From open and easy going, to a more clinical structure. Even the air felt different. "She’s back here?"

He nodded, then checked the chart in his hands again. "She had an infection. So she’s been admitted to our small medical care department. Once we take care of that she’ll be back out on the floor. Maybe even released, if your being here stops her agressive regressive tendencies." He took a turn towards a door and pushed it open for her. "This is the observation area for her room. Please come in and close the door behind you."

Haley entered the dark room, and closed the door behind her. As soon as it clicked closed he drew curtains away from a window. She moved closer to it. Inside a lithe looking girl was on her hands and knees, obviously well diapered, and playing with dolls on the floor. As she watched the girl set a doll down and grabbed a pink sippy cup and drank from it. Her face came clearly into view. "Holy shit! That’s Kora! What the fuck is going on?" She said, so shocked she almost screamed it.

"She apparently had some kind of breakdown several days ago. We’ve been trying to treat her addiction, but something else seems to have surfaced. I think it might be related to your little scheme Now that I know about it. If she didn’t find what she wanted, it might have forced her to act out like this."

Haley’s mouth hung open as she looked at the friend. Her hair was matted, her eyes looked red. There was a tube taped securely into her nose. She was in a white shirt that hung loosely over her chest. While Haley watched, Kora dropped the cup, and went back to her dolls, she crawled towards a large pillow to grab it. Haley could see the sagging diaper on her friend flop with the added weight of an accident. "Can.... Can I talk to her?" She asked quietly. Still stunned at Kora’s condition.

Dr. Owens made a motion with his hand, "She can’t talk with that tube in. But I can go ask her if she wants to see a friend. Give me a few minutes, okay?"

Haley nodded as he left. She went back to staring through the window at Kora. "Wow..." She muttered. Seeing her reduced to acting so childish was a shock. "I wonder if she found what we needed..." As she peered through the glass the door to Kora’s room opened and the doctor entered holding a chair. He set it down, and sat on it, keeping his posture still and unnatural. But then it slowly took the tone of a person talking to a young child, slumping forward, hands loosely clasped together. He started to talk, but Haley couldn’t hear anything through the glass. She keep her eyes on Kora, hoping to see a good reaction.

"Well young lady. It seems we’ve finally found the reason why you’ve been so resistant to treatment." He said. His voice cold and emotionless.

Kora sat back on her haunches. She felt the padding of her diaper squish, but was beyond caring about that any longer. A gurgle came from her throat before she crossed her arms in front of her and seemed to pout. It didn’t look good to Haley.

The doctor tilted his head, making it look like he was gushing at her cuteness. Instead he spoke in almost a growl. "I think it’s time for you to make a decision actually. Before things get too out of control." Now he leaned forward, "Ever since that day my son told me about his offer and your..... Answer. I’ve been trying to decide what to do with you."

Kora grinned at the memory of what she had done. She knew she was in deeper then she had expected when she found out who was doing the rapes, that it was essentially the bosses son. But when Haley showed up, it would be all over. She grinned, unable to hide her pleasure at the idea of both of them going to prison. And maybe this hell hole shutting down.

"Thankfully your reactions have done nothing but help me keep this private, though I kept wondering why you seemed so bent on staying quiet, even after what happened with him." She opened and closed her mouth several times rapidly, mocking him. To Haley on the other side of the glass it looked adorable. Dr. Owens smiled, and cooed at her. "I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. Now I hope you can keep up your act. I’ve got a present for you. I’m going to let you decide where we go from here."

Kora lazily grinned in responce. She leaned forward enough to get her diapered butt off her legs and gave a small push. The mush they fed her didn’t stay in her system long enough to have any form, and with no effort it passed easily into her diapers. She sat back down on the mess. It didn’t smell as bad as the first times, but she hoped it would still annoy the hell out of the doctor.

Instead he laughed. "I see. That does fit the pattern!" He waved his hand in front of his nose, more for Haley’s sake then Kora’s. "Young children have so few things parents can’t control. One of the few things is eating, and of course bodily functions." He let that sink in. "You see, you may not know it but we do observe and quantify you and your actions. I think you’d be surprised to know your results are not those of an adult." Kora stared at him. The mess in her pants suddenly seeming much more hideous. "You currently test around four or five for emotional development." He watched her demeanor change a bit at that. Haley on the outside watched as the doctor’s face took on the look of satisfaction.

Dr. Owens waited a few seconds longer, then continued. "You’re such a good little actor. And I think you better keep it up. Do you want to know what I just found out.?" He could see the question in her eyes.

"Grab that doll and start playing with it!" He said suddenly. And in a much louder and more commanding voice. She immediately grabbed it and started moving it around. Fearful and suspicious of his sudden change. "Good. Keep moving that, and don’t stop playing. Your little friend Haley came in recently and had an odd story to tell." He could see the shock. "Thankfully she came in via a drug bust, and the admitting staff brought her straight to me. Imagine my surprise when she told me everything. She even gave me the only evidence that this could be real." He held up the USB drive so she could see it.

Kora felt shock and anger. "How long has he known?" Then with sudden clarity it slid into fear. "Oh god, how long has he known?"

He stood up and got behind the chair. "You would ruin me. And my son! You know I can’t allow that... So why don’t we do this the easy way. You keep up the act for your friend, and I get her clean, and she gets to go home and enjoy her drug free life."

Kora looked at him. Her face painted with shock. She grunted while she pointed at herself. "What about me?" She seemed to be saying.

The Doctor laughed. "What about you baby? You can stay here. Now that you know your little project is over you should be less resistive to treatment. Haley can even come in and see you! Can you imagine her changing your diapers? Or even helping to feed you once that tube is out?" The shock and anger was obvious on her face. "Or you can refuse. I’ll let Haley in here in a minute. You can do as you’re told. Or you can try to show her you’re still a big girl and I’ll be forced to take her in as well. She might even have a bad reaction to our medication and have a little stroke...." He saw the fire die in her eyes at that. "Your choice."

Tears of rage came. "I can’t let him do this to Haley too!" She hung her head and nodded. But she was still pissed off. "I’ve got to fight. He can’t keep me here forever. When I’m safe I’ll get this prick." The tube kept her from screaming and challenging him. "But I’ll get him... The fucker!"

"Perfect!" His hand snuck into his lab coat, he carefully kept what he had pulled out hidden from the window and got closer to her, "This should make it easier." He said as something poked her above her ass. "Something to relax those morals of yours. Now look at the mirror and wave. Haley’s been watching since you shit your pants."

Kora blushed. The effect on her face was cute. She turned towards the mirror and waved with one hand. Still holding a doll in the other.

The doctor stood up and walked to the door. "Smile Kora. I’ll be watching, and listening. If I don’t buy it I’ll have my son give her a special private tour." He was at the door, but stopped before opening it. "Why don’t you try to share your toys with her? And maybe show her how you hump your pillow at night?" He left the room with a final laugh.

Haley almost jumped on him when he opened the door, "Can I see her!?"

"Yes. She seems confused. But I think she might benefit from this." He motioned for her to follow him out. "Please try not to argue. She’s in a delicate state. Just relax and be supportive."

They were outside, in the hall now. "But how should I act? Should I try to talk to her? Try to get her to grow up?"

The doctor stopped. "No. No arguememts. This isn’t therapy." He took a long look at her. "Actually It might be better if she sees you as an equal. We don’t even know how much she really understands right now."

Haley stopped, almost crying. "What if I make it worse! Should I just wait till she’s better, and come back later?"

Dr. Owens smiled. "There is one more thing we could do to make this easier if you’re really concerned. I do think you should see her, but we need to be sure you don’t shock her. We don’t need her seeing you as an authority figure. She does not react well to those."

Kora was starting to feel her thoughts slowing from the injection. Though her thoughts were still clear. If a little muddled. "Haley. I’ve got to help Haley..." She thought. Her thumb snaked between her lips as she chewed on it absently. Her diaper itched, and she started to scratch. She was surprised at the amount of heat that had recently built up there. She pushed the wet padding against herself and started to rhythmically hump her hand. "Fuck..... " She gurgled. Of course she had been humping her pillows. She was in her prime. Her body had been abused enough that it was just as addicted to sex as drugs. The idea of doing it diapered in front of Haley had been repulsive when the doctor had mentioned it. But the sudden urge was pushing those thoughts aside. "Maybe she can help..." She thought as the drugs kept working as intended.

Just as she finished that thought, the door opened and she heard Haley’s voice for the first time in weeks. "-see me as an equal? I guess that makes sence."

The doctor replied in a hushed tone. "Now remember she may not recognize you. Or may act childish. Just relax and try to smile. And use the same voice you’d use with a real child. I’m sorry about the smell, I’ll get a nurse in here as soon as I can to change her." Kora’s attention was suddenly brought back to the diaper around her waist, and what she was doing to it. She pulled her hand away, and sheepishly looked up at her visitors. The doctor smiled down at her, "Kora baby. You’ve got a little guest." He moved aside and Haley finally came into view.

Haley had a forced smile on her face. She waved down at a speechless Kora. "Hey cutie. Do you remember me?"

Kora stared, her face an odd mask of confusion. Kora was barely dressed, and in a diaper like herself. She felt anger well up, it helped drive her sex drive down. "Why is she in a fucking diaper?" She wondered. "Did he trick me?"

Haley took her look as something else, she turned back to him. "Is she okay?"

"Just relax and talk to her. She’s just a little slow right now. I’ll be at the nurses station if you need me."

Haley nodded, then squatted down in front of her. She tried to smile again as she listened to the crinkle of the diaper she herself was wearing. She grabbed one of the dolls, cringing when it felt wet in her hands. "Hey sweetie. I’m happy to see you." She said with a lilt to her voice.

"She really thinks I’m a tard. What the hell do I do?" Kora thought to herself. To buy her some time she grabbed another doll and held it out to Haley, she tried to look serious.

With Kora being cooperative Haley started to feel more relaxed. "Oh, is that for me. Thanks sweetheart." The doll was dressed in pink. "You know pink is my favorite colour!" She took the doll and cradled it. "I bet you like pink too!"

Kora shook her head almost violently and pulled her shirt away from herself. She grunted a few times for effect. "You know I hate pink." She thought.

Haley almost yelped, she leaned in and gave her a big hug, "He said you were in there! But I didn’t believe him! Of course you hate pink!" She was almost crying now, she was so relieved. Wondering what to talk about next she looked down and saw the top of Kora’s diaper. Being so much closer to her now the smell of the dirty diaper seemed worse. In an instant she grabbed the back of her diaper and pulled it away to peek inside. "Woah. That’s a big mess there little lady. I guess he was serious about that part too."

The diapered woman giggled. With the tube in it sounded like a babyish chortle. She would feel more embarrassed in front of any other person, but this was the girl that had skinny dipped with her in the town’s municipal pool at midnight. The person that had helped her shave parts of her she couldn’t easily see. The woman that had held her hair out of her face as she puked after binging. "And if you piss me off I’ll make sure your diaper smells just as bad!" She thought with a silly grin. "Better not be an asshat girl!" She wiggled out of Haley’s arms and crawled away, then sat back down and stuck her thumb in her mouth, she felt much better that way. If it was due to the drugs or seeing Haley she didn’t know. Another feeling started to come back. They had scissored together more times then she could count. The thoughts of relief let her guard drop down. As her mind and body remembered the past, she started to react almost without thought as her free hand went down and started to rub the front of her diaper again. Starting slowly, it was easily overlooked. But growing more blatant as time passed.

At first Haley didn’t notice. She was busy looking around the room. Absently wondering how her friend could get better if she was completely immersed in baby land. "I thought he said if you expected results you needed the right atmosphere. How does having so much baby shit in here help?" She sighed. Then continued more for Kora’s sake. "Maybe you can get out of here and see me later? I’ll be right down the hall for a few weeks. Would you like that? I can ask Dr. Owens if you want." She was still using an annoying sing song-like voice used for kids. When Kora didn’t seem to respond at all Haley finally looked at her, noticing her tense posture, and the actions of her hand. "Is your diapie bothering you sweetie?" She asked.

Kora would have rolled her eyes. "I’m fucking horny stupid. You try getting off in a fucking diaper!" She thought. Then she remebered what the doctor had told her. "I am not grabbing my pillow...." Ran through her mind even though she knew it would be much easier."

"Do you need help?" Haley asked. Crawling closer to her. "You look all flushed and sweaty. Are you going poopy again?" It was when her thumb popped from her mouth and roughly started to fondle her boob that Haley finally figured it out. She stopped crawling forward and sat back on her legs. "Oh... " She felt embarrassed for her friend. She even caught site of drool coating Kora’s lips, as she panted for breath around the tube in her nose. Snot ran slickly down her free nostril. She turned away, Thinking she should try to give her some privacy. "Maybe I should come back later...." She said to herself.

She was about to get up and head for the door when it opened and let in Dr. Owens, followed by a rather large female nurse. She looked at both of them with a warm smile. "Now which one of you cuties needs your diaper changed?"

Haley flushed bright red when she looked at her first. She shook her head and pointed at Kora. "I’m... Just visiting...." She croaked out.

The nurse put her hands on her hips and one finger on her chin. "Oh. Then I guess I should just check you first." She took three steps and had the back of her diaper pulled open before Haley could move. "Well I guess you really are clean honey." She gently rubbed the top of her head, then pulled her hand away. "Well your bottom is. Maybe we can get you cleared up after I’m done here." That question was directed at the Doctor.

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. "She just came in. We haven’t had the chance to finish her check in yet. When she said she knew Kora here I wanted to see if she could help bring her out..."

The nurse snorted. Then went to Kora, "I think the little minx is out enough right now. This is the second time today she’s started this. I think we should cut her meds back, and watch for depression."

Kora started to kick her feet as she was lifted into the air. She was set down on a padded table with a light slap, and an order to behave. "Let me finish! Dry diapers suck for humping!" She thought in a rage. But she still settled down as soon as the tapes were opened up.

As the nurse went to work Haley watched almost speechless. "It’s so weird. Weeks ago she was dancing and enjoying plenty of male companionship. And now she’s meekly getting her diaper changed." She thought, before saying out loud. "It looks like she kind of enjoys this."

The nurse answered. "Of course. Compared to the rehab program this is much easier." She had finished wiping her dry, and was pulling the soiled diaper away. "When she first came here she was suffering severe emotional depression. She refused to eat, and had completely withdrawn. We use a different approach on this side." She gave Kora another smack as she pulled a clean diaper out and started opening it up. "She was brought down slower, and some anti psychotics helped make it easier on her." The diaper was on and taped in place. The nurse took a large syringe filled with thick food and screwed it onto the end of the feeding tube. "It’s a bit more work then most like. But we don’t mind it over here." She had finished with the food, and was rinsing it with water. She gave a sly look behind her at Haley. "You look cute in that diaper to. Why don’t we bring you over here with your friend?" She saw Haley flush red again. "I can change you, feed you, even let you play with her all day!" Haley’s entire body was glowing red at that thought. The nurse laughed at her joke. "But then I’d have two little minx to worry about."

Kora was still on the table. The sick joke was not lost on her. Haley was still her best shot once this was all over. She had to keep her safe. She started to stare daggers at the doctor. He noticed and sneered back, unseen by the others in the room.

He stepped up close to Haley and set his hand on her shoulder. "Kora’s here because she needs to be. This is the safest place for her. And until she starts to show progress they’ll take good care of her." He slowly lowered his hand down her back. "Yes. This is much nicer, she has all her needs taken care of. She doesn’t even have to wipe her own ass." His hand touched the top of her diaper with a crinkle, and went lower. "But is it really worth it to give up everything adult and regress to an infantile state just to cope? That’s what this is. She couldn’t cope as an adult with her mistakes and regressed. Do you think it’s worth sitting around in your own filth, just to not to feel any emotional pain?" His hand was cupping her butt now.

She could feel the pressure through the padding. "But she’s alone.... She needs to be reminded she’s a big girl." His cupped hand gently popped her bum. "It’s so much worse though..." She thought. "She’s sick. She needs the help."

The doctor popped her diaper again. "Why don’t you go and let the nurse get you cleaned up Haley. Let Kora get back to her routine a bit. I’m sure you feel down right now because of this, and you haven’t had any pills in hours I bet. Lets get your treatment started before you try to take the easy route. Think of Kora. She’s going to need your support to get through this." He patted her bottom even harder. Enough for it to tingle. Haley found herself starting to sit back into his hand.

The nurse smiled, and with one hand full of dirty diaper she wrapped the other around Haley’s shoulders. "Lets get you cleaned up Haley. Get you in some nice clean clothes. And maybe some food, and something to help with the withdrawal sickness."

Haley looked back and waved to Kora, who was still lying on her back on the table. "I’ll be back later Kora! See you soon!" Then to lighten the mood she joked, "Try not to poop next time!"

The door swung closed with a click. The doctor looked down at her for several seconds, before crossing back to the door, opening it and sticking his head out. He motioned for something, then walked back closer to Kora. "I want you to see something Kora. It’s important."

Kora lifted her head. She tried not to show her anger. But it wasn’t working. The scowl on her face was obvious. "You’re threatening her! And she thinks you’re the good guy! You’re a sick fucker!" The door clicked and started to open again. She moved her eyes towards it. Hoping the nurse was back and Owens would leave. Instead another hospital bed was rolled in. The sides were up, and she could see someone was on it.

The doctor carefully dropped the side facing her, "This is Sam. She’s been here for over fourteen months." He picked her limp form up and carried her towards Kora who was starting to sit up. "She’s kind of like the floor mascot. At least back here." Kora wanted to gag at the fluffy pink dress she was in. It streamed down her body, over her flat chest, and ended just high enough to show off her puffy diaper. Which looked obviously wet. "You know what Kora? Why don’t we try something?" Dr. Owen reached under Sam’s bed and pulled a baby bottle out with one hand and held it out to her. "If you promise to drink this, and any other bottle we give you I’ll pull that tube out right now. Deal?"

Kora frantically nodded as she grabbed the offered bottle. "Fuck yes! Get this thing out of me!" She wanted to say.

He set Sam down on the padded table, then helped Kora up and onto her still warm cot. "Well hold on sugar..." He carefully peeled the tape back. Over several minutes he worked, and when he was sure it was all free he gave her a look and said, "Ready?" She had barely nodded when he firmly grabbed the tube and yanked it free.

Kora gagged and coughed at the sensation and the bitter taste of bile in her throat. "Ahhhhhhhgggg....." She moaned. Her throat was sore. Her voice sounded harse and rough.

"The bottle will help. Drink it." He ordered. He waited till it was between her lips to move back to Sam and strap her safety onto the table top. "Sam here doesn’t really move much. But it’s always good to be safe. Now where was I?"

She popped the bottle free, "Mascot!" She almost chirped. The bottle did help. It tasted like milk, only sweeter and thicker.

He smiled at her. "Right Sam here is the mascot. There’s not a lot of nurses back here. So they needed something to latch onto. Sam tried to hurt herself. She ended up here and after some intensive therapy she told us what she really wanted. Needed really. And now her parents have completely their own therapy and are ready to take her home."

Kora nodded. "Kay..." She said. It felt good to talk again. "She’s cute."

"Very." The doctor said as he started to carefully pull the dress she was wearing over her head and off. "Since she’s leaving us why don’t you try this on." He turned to her and held it up.

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t want to fight yet. She easily flipped her own plain shirt off with the bottle hanging from her teeth. Then took the dress and got it ready to slip it on. The neck had delicate fringe, so she held the bottle in her right hand. She put her left hand hand through an armhole, switched the bottle to that hand and slid the other in as well. "Fits." She said. It was fairly baggy anyways. It looked like her own diaper would be even more exposed since she was slightly taller then Sam. The collar was moist. She let out an "ewwwwww" thinking it was probably drool. Kora looked over to Sam, and watched as the doctor put her old shirt on her. It wasn’t easy with her just laying there. Kora got a look at her chest. "No wonder she regressed. She’s flat as a board!" She thought in surprise. "Not even a hint of tits. It’s like she never went through puberty. Wow. Tough break."

Dr. Owens turned back to her. "Lay down please." She did as she was told. As soon as her back hit the mattress he was pulling straps over her.

"Woah doc.... I’m bein’ good!" She said. Her throat felt much better. The pain was gone. And it was starting to feel warm and tingly.

"Yeah. But just in case." He turned back to Sam and opened her diaper. It looked different from the the sterile white adult one Kora wore. It was a very light pink, with cute designs sprinkled all over it. Very babyish. "Lets just get this part over." He flipped Sam’s diaper down and held her legs up to get it off completely.

Kora had been watching, only mildly interested. Until she saw what was between Sam’s legs. "Itza boi!" She almost squealed. His limp penis hung tiny and pink between his legs.

The doctor laughed. "Was a boy. Physically. But internally he was always a girl. A baby girl to be exact. Once we discovered that, we changed treatment and she became a perfect little angel." He turned around and started to remove Kora’s diaper. "It was a shame when we over did her ECT. We tried to take care of that lingering depression over her past, and took care of a bit more then that. But her parents are much more accepting now. An she has a loving family ready for her."

Kora absently smiled when he asked her to raise her butt, he easily pulled her diaper off. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being free. But when she set her bottom back down it landed on something warm, wet, and thicker then her own diaper. She lifted her head up and watched as the used diaper from Sam was taped onto herself. "Whoa! No diaperrr! She said. It was almost a slur. "Dat iz weeet!" She finished. Slurring even worse.

He laughed as he turned back to Sam and slipped Kora’s own dry diaper under her. "Well yeah. Sammy here has even less control then you silly. She wets almost as soon as you change her!" When the diaper was in place he slipped her ruffled socks off and placed them on Kora’s feet.

"Nooooo!" She slurred. She tried to kick her feet. But they felt ten times heavier. She opened her mouth to question the doctor. But she found her tongue uncooperative, and spit running down her chin.

The doctor checked his watch. "It’s about time the meds in that bottle kicked in. That should take the fight out of you!" He tickled her under her chin. "So... Anyways.... She was the mascot. But since she’s going home we need a new one. I figured you’ll like to volunteer."

Kora wanted to scream. She looked over at Sam and watched her blissfully staring at the ceiling and blowing spit bubbles. "Oh god! They want me to look like that! How do I get out of this! Haley! Help!" She screamed in her head.

The doctor pulled the side of the cot up and started rolling it out of the room. "I guess I should thank you. This solves so many problems. I can’t wait to tell the nurse that we’ve got another mascot, at least until you get better...." He laughed at that. "That’s if you get better."

Kora’s anger overcame her fear as she seethed on the cart. She was rolled down the hall and handed over to the female nurse from before. "Oh, she’s such a sweetie! I can’t wait to wipe that little bottom of hers! Let me take her!"

Kora hoped this was her chance. Maybe she could show she didn’t want any of this. That the new nurse would understand and save them. "I have to wait till the drugs wear off, then I’ll tell her." As soon as she was rolled into her new room she wanted to vomit. It looked like everything, from the walls, to the furniture was some shade of pink. She started to cry, with her reduced abilities it sounded like a baby’s wail. She found she could just barely thrum her feet on the mattress, and started to do that as well.

"It already looks like she fits right in!" The voice of the doctor said. Kora shut up at that. But was still not able to stop sniffling.

The nurse nodded. "I know. She hasn’t even had any treatments and she’s already acting like a toddler! She’s almost perfect!" She reached in and grabbed at Kora’s breasts. "Once we start the hormone blockers these should go down at least two sizes. She’s barely a C right now. We might get her almost as flat as Sammy."

The doctor stroked her bare legs. "And her body hair should definitely get lighter. Remember Sam? He looked like a shaggy dog before we started!"

The nurse practically gushed. "And his skin got so soft. Lets get this one to the ECT as quick as we can. Before she says something she shouldn’t." Kora locked onto her face at that. She couldn’t talk but it was obvious what was going through her mind. The nurse laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "It’s okay Kora. Soon you won’t mind this. Think about it. No regrets when you’re bumping your pillow. You might even do it in front of others and won’t have a care at all. At least until you can’t crawl anymore, but by then the blockers should have totally suppressed your sex drive anyways. No more icky periods after that!" Kora felt the fear finally return. "And once the ECT scrambles up your short term memory you’ll just go from moment to moment." For Kora her fear slid immediately into terror.

The nurse laughed and clipped a pacifier to her dress. "I bet we can make it so you don’t even know if you’re wet or poopy in a few days! Hell, you barely care right now anyways."

The doctor cleared his throat. "Of course you could say no. But I think you’ll agree to this. You’ll even let us video your sudden revelation before signing some papers." Kora frantically shook her head no.

"Awwww..." The nurse cooed. "I don’t think she wants to be our mascot?" She ran a hand up her leg, and stuck a finger in the leg band of her moist diaper. "She doesn’t want to be a warm wet plaything for the girls here." Her voice sounded sweet and mocking. Her hand came up from the diaper, she set the wet finger on Kora’s nose. The odor of stale piss filled her world. "She don’t want to go poo poo and pee pee for us in her Pampers!" The nurse mockingly said.

She pulled away her hand and stood up. "Well that’s okay. Instead we can just cancel Haley’s new job as a trainee nurse assistant and do her. She’s a cutie too." Irrational fear gripped Kora. She almost couldn’t think straight, new warmth flooded the diaper she was wearing. The nurse had walked away, but came back holding another dress and diaper up. "Or we can do them both! Twins even!"

Kora did the only thing she could. She shook her head violently and gurgled what almost sounded like a "Noooo!"

Dr. Owens laughed. "It’s you or both of you. So unless you want to play baby with your friend for real I suggest you relax and enjoy yourself. In a few hours you’re going to be able to talk again. When that happens I’m bringing Haley in and your going to tell her how much you want this, you’re going to beg her to change your shitty pants. And you’re going to do it in as babyish a voice as possible. And when that’s done my son is going to have the pleasure of giving you your first ECT." When Kora didn’t look shocked enough he got real close to her face and almost spit out, "Otherwise know as electroconvulsive therapy. Electro shock! You’ll defiantly need your little Pampers for that! If you’re good we’ll sedate you. If you struggle we might not, and maybe let you experience what it used to be like! Chipped teeth and all..."

The nurse checked her diaper, declared it capable of holding more and walked out laughing with the doctor. "She’s perfect! She was barely holding it together before, she’s gonna be a toe muncher in no time!"

Kora was still sniffling. She could feel the wet diaper cooling under her. And the drool still dripping down her chin. A single tear formed and ran down her cheek to the mat. "Haley...." She thought. "Haley.... Please..." She felt as if something in her was stretched to the breaking point. She smiled a wet goofy smile. More on purpose then habit. She relaxed and felt her bladder release again, rewarding her with more warmth. "Please.... Take care of me...." She managed to move her hand. Slowly it moved towards the diaper. "Please....." She managed to get it inside. A lone finger found what she was looking for. "Haley.... I.... Not... Baby!" As she said baby a jet of warmth poured over her finger as pleasure started to radiate from underneath. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore what she was doing. Tried to just concentrate on release.

A sudden noise made her eyes pop open. The male nurse, the doctors son, was in the room. Wickedly grinning as he watched her play. She tried to stop. Tears came to her eyes when her body refused. "Haley!" She screamed out. Control of her body was coming back, slowly. She looked away from the rapist. And tried to pull away from the brink. But she couldn’t stop. In a final rush her body tensed and she went over the edge. She was still crying as she was rolled into another room. Something was injected into her arm and she started to feel sleepy. She looked over and saw someone standing next to a small machine. Her thoughts were getting fuzzy. People were talking. She thought another bed was rolled into the room with her. She was too tired to look. Finally one of the voices came through. She tried to remember what the words meant, she was so tired.

"Because I changed my mind." Rang through her brain over and over.... She remembered getting a change earlier. And figured that’s what it meant as she went to sleep.

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