Dr Crusher sighed as she poked at the front of her diaper in boredom. They were supposed to be adult diapers but they reminded Beverly too much of the baby diapers She used to put her son Wesley in when he was a baby. The doctor grimaced at the idea of her own son seeing her like this, or god forbid unable to do anything but shake a rattle, drool cry and make messes in her pants. What would he say, what would he do, would he be willing to... change her?
She shot to her feet and started pacing (with a slight regrettable toddle) around her quarters, trying to ignore her own crinkling. She couldn’t let herself think of this. Wesley wouldn’t see her like this, he was off at star fleet academy. She almost wished for an episode of temporary infantile insanity to set in so she could at least enjoy her affliction for a bit.
That was when the door chime broke through the panicked crinkling in the room.
“Ent- I MEAN HOLD ON” Dr Crusher quickly corrected herself when she realized she wasn’t wearing any pants. She quickly grabbed a fresh pair of uniform pants, and with a bit of effort (from both her waists extra volume and her fingers lack of dexterity. Once fully dressed the Doctor approached the door and said “Now you can enter.
The Doctor was able to receive guests for a short time with limited unprotected contact.
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