I opened my eyes wide and looked up into the face of the author of my torment. She was looking down at me with a broad grin plastered on her face; she had won. I realized that the meal had been a punishment for escaping the crib and getting hurt while I was technically under her care. I had behaved foolishly and she was determined to make me suffer for my mistake. I kicked my legs helplessly at the thought of what else she might have planned for me.
Kicking my legs was the wrong thing to do under the circumstances. With a baby bottle in my mouth and my loins lovingly wrapped in a diaper, kicking my legs only made me look more like an infant. She smiled down at my infantile appearance and said, “When he finishes his bottle, put him down for a nap. You can give him his blankee and pillow back to sleep with, I don’t think he’s going anywhere with the cover on his crib. Remember, if he gives you any trouble, call me and I’ll come in and sedate him. Once the tranquilizer takes hold, we won’t hear a peep out of him for the rest of the afternoon.”
My nurse agreed and I lay there on her lap suckling like an infant until I had finished the formula. Then she put the empty bottle on the floor beside her and lifted me up to lay against her chest. With her left hand cradling my diapered bottom, she began patting my back gently with her right hand to wind me. I was about to tell her how ridiculous it was to burp an adult when a huge belch escaped me. I blushed in embarrassment as my nurse said, “Ooooo….What a BIG burp that was! Does baby have any more bubbles? Let’s see if I can get any more air out of you!”
I was glad that my head was looking over her shoulder and my nurse couldn’t see the color filling my cheeks as they burned in shame. She got three more small belches from me before she quit and put me in my crib. Then she fluffed my pillow and carefully tucked the blanket around my legs and torso before she pulled up the side of my crib and locked it in place. I was mortified. Nothing could have made me feel more dependent than the way I had been diapered, spoon fed and forced to nurse from a baby bottle before she had tucked me into the crib like a little baby. I closed my eyes to escape the sight of the bars above me and fell fast asleep in minutes.
When I awoke, my crotch felt cold and clammy. In my half-awake state I didn’t remember where I was and what had happened to me. I put my hand down to see if I could feel why my crotch felt so strange. My fingertips touched the plastic covering on my diapers and it all came back to me in a rush. I was in a hospital and they had forced me to wear diapers!
Then the smell hit me and I knew why I felt so cold and clammy. I had soiled in my diapers!