On a whim, Amber changed “bathroom” to “diaper”. Abruptly, her panties thickened. There was now a distinct bulge around her waist from the diaper she now wore. Amber giggled, amused, and went to change it back. Before she could, however, she felt warmth spreading through her diaper. Her amusement was replaced with horror. She didn’t actually mean to use the diaper!
Her horror only grew when she let out a loud fart. A few heads in the waiting area actually went up at the sound. As such, Amber had an audience when, with a second loud fart, her bowels emptied into her diaper. A rancid smell began to fill the room.
One of the other gynecologists at the office, Dr. Long, entered the waiting area. She made a beeline for Amber.
“Come on, sweetie, let’s get you changed,” she said softly. Humiliated, Amber let Dr. Long lead her past the people waiting and into the family bathroom. Her eyes widened in surprise. The changing station in the bathroom was much larger than the last time she’d been in there. In fact, it was big enough that she could fit on it. “Hop up,” Dr. Long instructed. Amber got onto the changing station.
“You can play on your phone,” Dr. Long said, laying Amber on her back. “I know you don’t like getting changed by one of your bosses.”
Amber took out her phone and generated a new sentence. This one was centered on Dr. Long.
“The gynecologist is changing her teenage secretary’s diaper.”
There were a few options here that might get Amber out of being a sixteen-year-old in a messy and wet diaper.