Miley Gets Regressed Part Twelve (Patreon)

Nurse Diane returned quickly, depositing a huge, steaming bowl of lumpy, colorless oatmeal onto the tray in front of Miley. She inspected it, her upturned nose crinkling in distaste. It didn’t look very palatable to the spoiled songstress… especially considering what Ava had just told her. The nurse watched her charge turn up her nose at the meal with a smile. She hoped Miley would be foolish enough to refuse, leading to another punishment. She’d already lived out her fantasy of giving Miley a spanking on the seat of her poopy pampers-- Diane hoped she could also dole one out on the little brat’s bare bottom as well.

     “Open wide, dearie,” she smirked, spooning up a heaping portion and bringing it up to Miley’s lips. At first, she sealed her mouth tightly and started to refuse… but after a look of warning from Ava in the next high-chair (who obediently opened her mouth and accepted her first spoonful), Miley changed her mind and reluctantly opened her mouth, taking in the first mouthful of oatmeal. Though it wasn’t exactly bad, it was exactly as bland and gritty as it looked… Miley dutifully swallowed, then opened her mouth to accept another bite.

     “That’s a good girl,” Diane said smoothly, bringing another spoonful to Miley’s lips. “Open wide for the air plane!” she sang, pushing the spoon between Miley’s lips, smearing her chin and overfilling her mouth in the process. Her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk as she struggled to choke down the oatmeal. She’d hardly managed to finish before another bite was pushed into her mouth, and before she’d even had time to think, the bowl was half finished.

     Miley shifted into a steady rhythm of chewing and swallowing, her lips and chin getting smeared and gooey in the process. The heavy oatmeal quickly filled her tummy, and soon Miley was beginning to feel quite stuffed, and apparently she wasn’t the only one… as lunch went on, she was treated to the sounds of more than one of her fellow students belching or farting loudly, apparently uncontrollably. The girl sitting next to her actually lifted herself in her highchair and noisily messed diaper, accompanied by much grunting, farting and squishing… much to the amusement of her nurse, who fanned her face and teased her charge before forcing her to choke down the rest of her lunch with a smelly, mushy load in her pampers.

      At last, Miley forced down the last of the oatmeal, following it up with a big belch. Her belly was full to the point of bursting, and she was happy to be done… but her heart sank when Diane stood up, picking up her bowl and heading back to the kitchen. “Hope you saved room for dessert!” she said, drawing a groan from Miley in return.

     Moments later, Miley found herself desperately trying to finish off a big dish of chocolate pudding. Nurse Diane happily spooned up one massive helping after the other and pushed it home with a delighted grin, watching Miley’s face get messier as the bowl got emptier.

     “That’s a good girl! Oh, you’re doing so well! I know someone who’s going to have a very messy diaper this afternoon,” Diane said with a mischievous gleam in her eye. The oatmeal had been specially designed to absorb moisture and expand in the bowels, while the pudding contained a potent laxative to help speed things along. Together, they caused urgent, mushy BM shortly after eating… or sometimes even during. Unknown to Miley, each bite was bringing her closer and closer to another diaper bulging with poop… Diane grinned at the thought as she pushed another spoonful of pudding into the unsuspecting pop princess’ mouth.

     At last the meal concluded, and the burps and farts were coming thick and fast. Even Miley emitted a roaring belch after her last bits, and she sat back, rubbing her tummy, nervously noting the way her stuffed belly gurgled and grumbled. “Nap time,” Nurse Diane declared, helping her back into the stroller, and as the “older” girls filed out to return to their classes, the “younger” girls were returned to their rooms.

     Miley groaned, but wasn’t surprised to discover that her “room” was actually just another nursery with a changing table and a crib she soon found herself deposited into. It was easily large enough for two people… a fact confirmed when Trixie was rolled into the room in a stroller of her own and was placed on the mattress next to Miley, glaring at her the whole time. The nurses raised the bars and locked them into place. “Nighty night, cuties!” Diane said sweetly, shutting off the lights as they exited… leaving them alone.

     Miley watched the scowling Trixie apprehensively, backing away from her slowly. “Now Trixie… let’s not be rash,” Miley gulped, literally backing herself into a corner.

     “Shut up!” Trixie spat, slapping her face with an open palm and drawing a shocked gasp from the startled songstress. Her cheek was stinging, and Miley was blinking away tears… but she hardly had time to react before Trixie was on her, striking her across the face once more before wrapping strong, skinny fingers around the trembling Miley’s neck.

     “You little bitch!” She growled, squeezing Miley’s throat and getting in her face. “It’s all your fault I’m back on diaper duty! You got me into this, so you’d better start thinking of ways to keep me happy, ‘roomie,’ or else I’m going to make your life a living hell.” She grinned, and the sight was so intimidating Miley felt her diaper go soggy and warm between her legs. “Starting with...”

What should Trixie do to Miley?