Miley Gets Regressed Part Eight (Patreon)

“Come along,” Nurse Diane said, grabbing Miley by the ear and tugging her down the hall and into the nearby nursing station.

     “YEOW! Stop! Damn, that-- ow!-- that really hurts!” Miley complained, stooping over and following along as quickly as she could, her messy, dumpy diaper squishing and mushing against her backside with every step. “Uh! Ew! Gross!” she complained sourly, her dirty diaper mushing against her tight, round butt with every step.

     In The nurses office, Miley found herself tugged over a sexy woman’s lap for the second time in the space of a couple of hours, and she found herself kicking her legs behind her in a familiar pattern. Almost immediately, it got worse-- the nurse’s hand came down heavily on the seat of Miley’s bulging pampers.  

     “Ahh! EEWW!” Miley cried, struggling and failing to escape from Nurse Diane’s lap. Although the diaper and the mess inside acted as a cushion against the swats, the impact splattered the muddy brown poo-poo against her butt-cheeks and mushed the stinky brown pile all around the inside of her pampers.  

     SWAT-SWAT-SWAT! The sexy nurse Diane rained blows upon Miley’s squirming booty at a slow but deliberate pace, her rhythm steady, the swats firm, landing against the thickly padded tushy with an echoing pop.

     “Stop! Ew! St-op! Oh God… it’s getting everywhere!” Miley screeched, kicking her feet and clawing at the air, the hot, muddy mess in her pants smearing across her buttocks, mushing up her crack, and generally getting into every nook and cranny.  

     Worse, the stench, previously largely concealed under layers of diapers and clothes, was beginning to emerge with a vengeance, a strong poopy smell quickly blanketing the room. Miley’s cheeks burned as she began to realize the full breadth of her embarrassing situation-- which was made all the worse when Nurse Diane began teasing her.

     “P-U!” she complained dramatically, bringing her palm down against Miley’s derriere with a muted splat. “That diaper is toxic, young lady! I’m going to have to speak to the kitchen staff about your diet!” she said sternly, firmly swatting Miley’s swollen backside once more.

     And just when Miley thought it couldn’t get any worse, she felt her bowels starting to act up again. Laying there, dangling over the knee of a sexy woman, her diaper already filled with a steaming hot load that was currently being thoroughly mushed against her by a spanking, Miley was forced to once again clench her butt-cheeks to avoid disgracing herself even further. Squeezing her buttocks as tightly as she could, Miley winced as the spanking began producing a sting, even through the extra layers of padding. She squirmed, struggling to control her bowels, and realized, to her horror, that she was getting turned on.

     Groaning, she squeezed her buttocks together and gritted her teeth against the spanks that were still raining down on her bulging, messy backside. She struggled not to rub herself against Diane’s muscular thigh, but she could still feel her pussy beginning to moisten and throb inside her dirty diaper.

     Diane was winding down the spanking, and she was about to stop when an enormous, mushy fart roared from inside Miley’s diaper. “Oh my!” Diane exclaimed, surprised and amused, watching with a superior smirk as the seat of the disgraced pop princess’ diaper visibly bulged another gooey load forcing it’s way out of her backside and into her already loaded pamper with a loud, gassy squish. “Young lady!” she uttered, faux scandalized, smirking as she continued spanking Miley, even as she continued pushing a fresh mess into the seat of her already full diaper.

     “Uh-- oh God… sssttoooppp!” Miley forced herself to protest, her eyes rolling back into her head as her shame and pleasure grew white hot inside of her.

     And just when she was moments away from a blinding orgasm, Miley found herself tumbled out of the Nurse’s lap, landing heavily on her bulging, messy diaper backside.  

     “Ow! Eww! So gross!” She muttered, praying the nurse wouldn’t discover how hot and throbbing her pussy was. She pretended to be dazed while she subtly wriggled, squirming her butt in the hot mushy mess in her pants.

     “Quit your complaining, young lady!” Diane said, hauling Miley to her feet. “And I’d wipe that pout off your face as well, young woman-- we’ve got an appointment to see the Head Matron, and I don’t think she’s going to be very happy with you! You’ve only just arrived, and now you’ll be lucky if you don’t find yourself reassigned to the newborn ward!”

     The threat sent a shiver of fear down Miley’s spine. Thinking back to what she had just seen, the thought of having her age status reassigned sent a nervous quiver through Miley’s stomach, and before she knew it, she was involuntarily emptying her bowels again, her already packed diaper reaching the point of overflow. The Nurse just smiled.

     “Oh my! You really are nothing but a giant baby, aren’t you?” she smirked, laughing as Miley winced. “Come along, enough laying around-- It’s time to go see ms. Smythe… but first,” she said, taking Miley by the hand and leading her over to the corner of the room, “I think you’re due for a little corner time.”

     “Oh, come on-- yeow!” Miley cried sharply as Diane delivered an open-palmed swat to the seat of her bulging, messy pamper, squishing the load even further.

     “Don’t you back-talk, young woman!” Diane said firmly. “You plant that messy little bottom right there and don’t you dare move! I want you to think about how naughty you’ve been… and I want you to think about what Ms. Smythe is going to say when she hears about how you’ve behaved.”

     Miley sighed and resigned herself to her fate, placing her little button nose in the corner and staring into the paint. Her diaper was absurdly full, the load inside all warm and mushy and slimy up against the delicate skin of her buttocks. At the back, her diaper bulged absurdly behind her, as though her rump had swollen up like a medicine ball, the seat all lumpy and stained. The steaming, gooey load inside her pampers was heavy, and the bulky plastic undergarment sagged heavily behind her. All in all, Miley had been thoroughly humiliated, her power and status had been removed, and she felt for all the world like a bratty two year old banished to the corner after a big messy accident to await a fresh diaper change from her nanny.

     She had no idea how long she stood like that, her pampers saggy and stinky behind her, the load all warm and mushy, her spanked bottom sore and tingly. At last, Nurse Diane reappeared behind her, pinching her nose with a superior smirk. “Phew-wee! Your sure are stinky!”

     “Thanks for the newsflash,” Miley grumbled, well aware of the strong stench emanating from the seat of her diapers that had cocooned her.

     “Enough foolishness. Come Along… the Head Matron is quite eager to talk to you.”

     Miley winced and looked up at the nurse. “Can’t I at least get a diaper change before we go?” she pleaded, the mess in her diaper squishing with every move she made.

What should Nurse Diane’s response be?