I need to undergo a routine medical exam. It’s up to you if it’s for work or something to do with university, whether I’m the average student or an athlete or cheerleader. There are whispers about what happens to those who fail these exams, but I don’t know the exact details. You do, though. And you’ve already decided that I’m going to fail.

It starts out as the average, if slightly more invasive exam. With me, naked and vulnerable on a table with my legs spread and you, touching and prodding with cold fingers as I try not to squirm. Once you move away, I think we’re done and try to get up. You tut at me to lay back down, telling me there’s one more thing.

That’s when I see the diaper in your hands.

“What?!” I squeak when you inform me that you need to test the capacity of either my bladder or my bowels. You’ll get me nice and full, you explain, through either having me drink water or take an enema. The diaper’s only there as a precaution, you assure me. You don’t tell me that you’ve already decided that I’ll fail this test. However long I manage to hold it, the goal will have been for me to hold it longer. Or that the punishment for doing so is being put back into diapers full time by you and having to obey your every order.

Kinks: abdl/diapering, piss play (no drinking), enemas/laxatives/messy diapers (no scat outside of diapers), bondage, impact play, public play, group play, humiliation, degradation, orgasm delay/denial, medical play, outfit control, lactation/nursing.

Limits: scat outside of diapers, blood, extreme pain/mutilation, bestiality, feet, spitting, furries, weight gain.