My Special Nurse's Aide It was the summer of 1973 and the bus had arrived at my school to let the kids off, and we headed for the playground. Before long the bell rang and it was time to line up to go in to class. It seemed like a normal school day except for the little tummy ache I had when I got up this morning. I didn't tell my mom because it wasn't a big deal. After entering the classroom the kids all sat at their desks. As I sat there I noticed that my tummy ache began to get began to get even more uncomfortable. I started to fidget about in my desk and my teacher began to notice. She came over to me and asked if everything was all right. I told her that I had a little bit of a tummy ache. She asked if I felt sick and I told her I didn't. She said she was going to send me up to see the school nurse. I told her I didn't need the nurse but she insisted anyway. She called the nurse's office and then told me the nurse will come get me shortly. I was dreading that. I didn't like doctors or nurses. Every time I see one of them I end up with a needle in my arm or butt. Before I knew it, the nurse was entering the doorway of my class. I wasn't surprised by her appearance, for I heard that unmistakable sound of "click, click" that only those nurses' shoes made, as she lumbered down the hallway. My heart was pounding and I began to break out in a sweat. She walked towards the front of the class where my teacher's desk was. The nurse bent slightly down to talk to my teacher as all eyes of the students were looking at the nurse. I'm sure they were wondering, who she came there for. They knew she came for somebody. Just as briskly the nurse entered the classroom she turned her head slightly and trained her eyes on me. It became apparent to all who the nurse came for as she quickly approached my desk. She asked if I was ready to go with her. At this time all eyes were trained on me. I never felt so uncomfortable in my life. I had almost forgotten all about my tummy ache. She told me to take her hand as she guided me up from my chair and started for the doorway of the classroom. "What is your name?" she asked as we headed for the nurse's office. "Jimmy," I nervously replied. "Do you have a little tummy ache?" she again asked. "A little one," I responded. "My name is Nurse Donna, and I'm going to take good care of you," she said in a reassuring tone. Soon we were entering the nurse's office and I was being led to the exam room, by her hand. There was another kid in the waiting room as we passed by, walking to the exam room. Upon entering the exam room my eyes began to move about in a rapid manner. The room was bright white and had stainless steel cabinets with glass on the doors, revealing the contents such as cotton swabs, bandages, thermometers, and other things of a medical nature. One thing I really remember was the distinct odor of rubbing alcohol. I will never forget that smell. In the center of the room was the examining table. The nurse told me to step on the little step and hop up on the table. I did as I was told as she retrieved some items from the cabinet. She had a stethoscope in one hand and a blood pressure monitor in the other. Just then, another woman entered the room. She didn't look like a nurse, but was wearing a white uniform, with light blue stripes. "This is Nurse Aide Amber, Jimmy," the nurse delightfully said. Nurse Donna wore a plain white uniform with one of those white nurse's hats with two black stripes going from side to side. After all, this was the early 70's and that's how they dressed back then. As Nurse Donna checked me with the stethoscope, Nurse Aide Amber checked my blood pressure. Next, the nurse had me lie back on the exam table and proceeded to pull up my shirt. She began to knead my tummy gently with her soft, but firm fingers. I was then asked when was the last time I had a bowel movement. I did remember it had been a day or so, and I told her. She said she needed to call my mom. With that said, the nurse left the room and soon returned after a few minutes. The nurse then told me she talked to my mom and said she was going to help me with my problem. I wondered what that meant. I was soon to find out as the nurse retrieved, a red colored-type object. The closer she came towards me with the object, the more apparent it became. Yes. You guessed it. An enema bottle. I had gotten an enema from my mom before. The nurse began to explain what she was going to do. I told her I had one before and didn't like it. "Don't worry, honey, everything is going to be just fine," she said in her maternal and nurturing way. Before I knew it, she was grasping at the waistband of my pants and undoing them. Next, she started pulling them down. At this point the nurse's aide had left the room and was now coming back in. "What's going on, Nurse?" the nurse's aide asked. "We are going to help Jimmy go poopies," the nurse said in a matter-of-fact response. Nurse Donna asked her aide if she would prepare the enema while she got me situated. "Sure," Nurse Aide Amber happily exclaimed. I was laying on my side with my pants pulled down to my ankles when I felt a weird, clammy sensation. The nurse was putting Vaseline on my butt crack and was not very comfortable. Next, she said she was putting the tube in my bottom and told me to lie still. She told me when she puts the warm water in my bottom to hold it and not let go until she tells me. The first administer of the warm solution was not successful. Nor was the second one. The third time was certainly not a charm. I just couldn't hold it in long enough for the enema to work. The nurse, now at her wit's end, said this wasn't going to work. She told me that since the enema didn't work right away I was going to have to go back to class wearing a diaper. It might end up working later and I would have an accident in my pants. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I protested and she said it would be okay because the diaper will be under my clothes and that nobody would know. Nurse Donna then told her aide to get some diapers from the school nursery. We had a pre-school there as well. Nurse Aide Amber soon returned with a bag of items. As she pulled them out I could see the fluffy white cloth diapers, baby powder, diaper pins, and of course, plastic baby pants, as she pulled them from the bag and laid them at my side on the exam table. I saw the picture of the baby, on the tag of the plastic pants. I was so embarrassed. At this point I was lying on my back on the exam table taking this all in. The nurse then took the two cloth diapers and folded them and had me lift my bottom up as she assisted me, by grasping my ankles like a baby and helping guide my bottom up from the table. Now with the diapers under me she proceeded to powder me heavily, with me asking, why I needed baby powder. She said with the hot weather I might get diaper rash. Also, that the plastic pants will heat up the diaper. "Why do I need plastic pants, Nurse Donna?" I asked. "Because sometimes pee-pee comes out accidentally when you poopie your pants. We don't want you soaking your pants for everyone to see, do we?" she said in an experienced tone. "I won't pee - pee or poopie my pants," I reassuringly told her. She said we couldn't take that chance. After powdering me she drew the cloth diaper up between my legs and I remember the quick, cooling sensation the baby powder had on me. It was comforting. Now she began to pin each side of the diaper with babyish-looking ducky pins. The diaper was so snug. She was certainly an expert at diapering. She now took the plastic pants and shook them out. Nurse Donna expertly slipped the plastic pants up my legs, grasped my ankles once again, lifting me off the table, and brought the plastic pants under and around my backside, finishing up by pulling them up and over the front of my diaper. She then grabbed my pants that were still pulled down to my ankles and pulled them up. It was a little difficult as now the mass of cloth consumed more room in my pants. Finally, she was able to situate the pants to fit over the diaper. I was then helped to sit up, feeling the pants constrict, as I was in a seated position. I looked down at my now bulging crotch. I told the nurse that I could see my diaper under my pants. She said it wasn't that bad. Nurse Aide Amber, who was instructed by Nurse Donna to take me back to class, helped me down off the exam table. Now standing, I could see the front of my pants bulge out. I was terrified. As Nurse Aide Amber took my hand to walk me to class the first couple of steps I took gave me a slight, but obvious waddle. I told the nurse's aide that it was hard to walk. She chuckled a little, and said, "your britches will loosen up, as you walk around, sweetie-pie," she said in her sweet and hospitable southern accent. She said they would stretch from the diaper. We make it to my class and the kids look back to see who is coming in. I saw a lot of eyes drift south as if to acknowledge the bulge in the front of my pants. I was fooling nobody. I heard whispers and chuckling going on. They knew all right. I sat down quietly at my desk. The teacher told everyone to settle down and walked over to me. She leaned over and whispered that the nurse forgot to tell me that if I needed to go to the bathroom to tell her and she would call the nurse to come get me. I said okay. As I sat at my desk I could feel the soft bulk of the diaper soften the blow of those hard wooden chairs. It was kind of a welcome comfort having the diaper at this point. Before I knew it the bell rang for recess. "Uh oh!" I thought to myself. I was thinking of how I was going to pull this off. I'm wearing a noticeable diaper under my pants, which was obvious by the giggles I received, and now I had to go to the playground. What was I to do? I asked the teacher if I could stay in class with her but she responded by saying that little boys need their exercise. I think the teacher wanted to torment me. You would think that everyone would be waiting to tease me. As I peeked my head out the door I was pleasantly surprised to see nobody waiting for me. The coast was clear. I slowly made my way toward the sandbox which was around the side of my classroom. There were a few kids playing there but only two were from my class. I went over as fast as I could so to sit down in the sandbox without anybody noticing me. I plopped down in the sandbox and began to play. One of my friends from another class came over to sit by me. He asked if I wanted to play with the Tonka trucks with him. I cautiously said yes. As we began to play I became more engrossed in our activities and was forgetting all about the diaper I was wearing. While pushing the Tonka's around I heard my friend Matthew ask if I was wearing a diaper. I didn't realize he was behind me. I didn't know what to say and just said that I was and that the nurse made me wear one. I told him I had a problem. He said sometimes he has a problem and I told him that it was okay. I reached back and felt that my shirt had become untucked and was revealing the top part of my diaper. My pants must have slightly pulled down while being bent over in the sandbox. "Hey diaper boy!" a kid shouted as I turned around. It was Frankie, a second grader. His little brother is in my class and he must have told him. "Do you need your diaper changed, little baby?" Frankie mocked. I told him to leave me alone or I'll tell the teacher. "Go ahead, diaper boy!" he responded. "Stop calling me that" I pleaded. All of Frankie's friends were with him. Each one of them started calling me names. They all gathered around me as they continued to call me names which were names like poopie-pants, diaper face, pee- pee boy, and a lot of other ones. I felt the urge to pee come over me as it came out of nowhere. When I called Frankie a doody face he reached down to grab me and I screamed like a little girl. A teacher nearby heard the commotion and headed in our direction. Right then and there I lost control of my bladder out of sheer fear. Still sitting on my knees I felt the warm flow of pee start to empty into the diaper. When the teacher got closer the other kids took off running. As she approached she asked if I was all right. I told her that they were picking on me and she said not to worry and that they were gone now. Nobody knew I wet my pants because of the diaper and plastic pants. I certainly did not tell the teacher I had. I didn't want to go back to the nurse's office. The bell rang and it was time to go back in class. After lining up we went inside and made my way to my desk. My teacher walked up to me and asked if I needed to go potty. I told her I didn't, but little did she know I already did. I then started working on my coloring project. About 45 minutes had passed and it was now naptime. There was a joined room to our class that had the cots we napped on. We all filed in to the nap room and lay down on our cots. Naptime was 30 minutes. I dozed off and about 20 minutes later I awoke with the urge to pee again. We were not supposed to get off our cots during naptime. I lay there and pondered about what I was going to do. I remembered peeing in the diaper earlier and nothing happened. Having remembered that, I just let go and felt the warm pee flow through the diaper once again. The diaper had quickly accepted another deposit. Soon naptime was over and it was back to our desks. Walking to the desk I noticed a slight warm dampness. It was nothing major, though. The teacher asked me again if I needed to potty. I told her no once again. I thought I was getting away with it. "This wasn't so bad," I thought. Now it was noon and time for lunch. We all started for the cafeteria. I brought lunch to school. We get to sit on the picnic tables outside. I sat with some friends who could care less about me wearing a diaper. Maybe they were bedwetters and had to wear a diaper, too. As I was eating and talking to friends I noticed a familiar feeling deep down. I wasn't too concerned because it didn't feel like much of anything. When we were done with lunch we would usually go to the playground before it was time to go back to class. Heading for the playground, we were stopped by some second-grade girls. They knew about my diaper as one of them said that she heard I was a diaper boy. The word must have been really getting out at this point. "Do you pee and poop your diaper like a little baby?" one of the girls asked in a teasing tone. "Shut up, stupid face!" I responded. At this point the girls were laughing from their friend's comment to me. After I said that to her she pushed me down. I landed flat on my heavily diapered bottom. I didn't feel a thing. They teased me as I sat there, and my friends couldn't do anything about it because the girls were much bigger than us. "Look at little baby's big diaper!" as one of the girls pointed down to my now very pronounced bulging crotch. It was very obvious when I sat. I felt shameful in front of the girls as well as my friends. I also felt the urge to pee again and let go right there in front of everybody as I sat on the ground. Nobody knew of course except my diaper and me. I then stood up feeling more warmth and wetness in my diaper, and became angry and began to yell at the girls. I began to call them really bad names angrily and began peeing the diaper out of fury. I could really feel the wet diaper now. I must have soaked it. It felt a little heavy as I walked away. The bell rang and I started back to class. Heading back to class, I felt a little spasm in my tummy. Those girls must have agitated me. Soon I was back in class and began working when another spasm hit and I felt a rumbling in my tummy. I became uncomfortable and started to fidget about in my chair. The crotch of my diaper began to get warm and started to bother me. Another spasm hit and I doubled over. I think the enema the nurse gave me was starting to work with a vengeance, I might add. It became so unbearable I started to relax and the bowel movement was soon on its way to the patiently awaiting diaper. It started to come out and the smell must have been immediate because the girl sitting next to me shouted to the teacher that I smelled like I pooped my pants. The teacher got to the phone to dial the nurse as if the country was going to Defcon 5. After the teacher hung the phone up she hurried over to me and said to hold it until the nurse can get me to the office. I told her I went a little already. She said it was fine, but hold the rest until I got to the nurse's office. At this point I was trying everything from embarrassing myself in front of everyone. All of the students' eyes were fixed on me as they watched me labor by expelling breaths mixed with grunts to hold it back. I stood up as the teacher stood next to me and I told her I had to go really bad. I walked over to the side of the room and began to squat down, fighting the fury in my tummy. The teacher was next to me and bent down to say it was alright if I wanted to go in the diaper. She could see by the anguish on my face that I shouldn't suffer anymore. With her saying that, I got up from the squatting position but was still slightly bent over and relaxed my bowels. I began to load my pants right there with everyone watching. My teacher began to rub my back telling me everything was going to be all right. Bent over and grunting, the load kept pushing into my diaper. The more she told me to relax the more the spasms grew. It was like my tummy was listening to her. The teacher must have figured the pants were restricting my bowel movement so she proceeded to unbutton them and pull them down just past the seat of my diaper. She was right in her observation because almost immediately I began loading the diaper again. At this point I had been facing away from the students looking at the wall by the doorway of the nap room. Just then Nurse Aide Amber came in and the girl who sits next to me said to her, "too late, he pooped his pants." "Did you poop your britches, hun?" Nurse Aide Amber said in a regretful but comforting tone as she gently patted and rubbed the seat of my loaded diaper. She then reached around the front of my diaper, and with a gentle squeeze of my crotch area discovered it was very wet, too. "It's a good thing we put these rubber britches on you." That's what she called my plastic pants. "Your diaper is very wet," Nurse Aide Amber said with a comforting southern tone only she could possess. She then asked if I had finished going poopies as she continued to pat the seat of my very loaded diaper. "Let's get you up to the nurse's office and get these dirty britches changed" she said as she began to pull my pants back up over the diaper. This time the pants were really tight fitting over the diaper. The load in my diaper resisted the tightness of the pants for it was large and solid from me being so constipated. Nurse Aide Amber took me by the hand and started for the nurse's office. I took a couple of steps and my knees buckled as it was too difficult to walk with the diaper so full. I couldn't keep my balance. She asked the teacher to keep an eye on me so she can call Nurse Donna to come help her. "Fine," said my teacher as she took me by the hand and escorted me into the nap room. She wanted to get me out of sight of the other children. I began to sob and the teacher began to comfort me. Some of the kids got up from their desks to see what was happening looking over the low-sitting windows of the napping room. The teacher observed them and told them to get back to their desks. Nurse Aide Amber returned from using the teacher's phone and told her the nurse was coming with the gurney. I was taken over to one of the cots so the nurse's aide could sit me down. Before sitting me down she said I would be more comfortable with my pants pulled down as not to constrict me. The teacher told Nurse Aide Amber that she had some plastic to lie over the cot to protect it. "That's a good idea. I'll lay him on his tummy also to make him more comfortable and it won't make such a mess. He really pooped a lot so I think it would be better for him." The nurse's aide proceeded to pull down my pants past the diaper as my teacher put the plastic over the cot. Nurse Aide Amber then guided me to the cot and gently helped me onto it laying me on my tummy. I could really feel the load as I lay there and the diaper pressed downward under it's heavy contents. I was so ashamed as the nurse's aide knelt beside the cot and proceeded to pat the seat of my diaper talking softly to me as I sobbed. Suddenly I momentarily stopped sobbing to hear a sound outside in the distance. It appeared to get closer. Someone was coming down the hall. I had heard that sound before. It became all too familiar as the sound got closer. It was those shoes only a nurse would wear. I became panic-stricken. I began to sob once again and in the process began to pee-pee my diaper out of nervousness and fear. Nobody could see, for I was on my tummy. I then heard a sound at the outside opened doorway of the napping room. I turned to see what the sound was and there was Nurse Donna pushing something with wheels. It looked like a bed, but smaller. It was covered with a white sheet with seat belt-like straps and a pillow on it. That must be what Nurse Aide Amber told the teacher the nurse was bringing. Nurse Donna pushed the gurney into the room. "It smells like little Jimmy made a big poopie in his diaper," said Nurse Donna as she sniffed the air, crinkled her nose with a slight friendly but embarrassing smirk on her face. "He sure did," Nurse Aide Amber said with an acknowledging pat on the seat of my loaded diaper as to attract the attention of the nurse who now noticed the bulging seat of my diaper. "My, my. We really used every bit of this diaper didn't we?" Nurse Donna remarked in a mocking and babying tone as she now was knelt down next to the cot and patting the seat of my loaded diaper, causing me extreme embarrassment. "I understand, sweetie. It's not your fault that you couldn't make it to the potty. I don't think anybody can hold that much poopies," the nurse said with an experienced tone of voice. "Let's get you on the gurney so we can get you to my office so we can get you changed," Nurse Donna reassuringly said as Nurse Aide Amber unbuckled the straps and positioned the gurney, locking the wheels. I was then helped off the cot. The nurse lowered the gurney and she and Nurse Aide Amber guided me down onto it. As I was sat on the gurney I could really appreciate the massive load in the diaper as it didn't give much for it was so firm and the mattress on the gurney was very plush. My legs were then picked up and moved aside and up onto the gurney. I was then made to lie down by Nurse Aide Amber while Nurse Donna preceded to strap me down. As she buckled the straps one by one she pulled the strap that was over my belly a little too taut. I told her it was a little too tight. She told me that's how they're supposed to be so I don't fall off. "Phew! You are a stinky little boy, aren't you?" she exclaimed as she must have got a good whiff of my dirty diaper. "He's Mr. Poopie Britches," Nurse Aide Amber chimed in, in her cute southern fashion. "He sure is," responded Nurse Donna. "It looks like you wet your diaper something good as well!" Nurse Donna once again remarked as she noticed the plastic pants clinging against the mass of sopping wet cloth as that my pants were still pulled down past the diaper, giving my pee-soaked crotch am acknowledging gentle squeeze and a couple of pats. Now that I was strapped down on the gurney the nurse asked if I was ready to go as I look up to see her and Nurse Aide Amber staring down at me with their heads slightly tuned to the side. Nurse Donna thanked the teacher and she and Nurse Aide Amber each grabbed an end of the gurney and soon we were on our way. We started out the doorway and we were now headed for the nurse's office. Along the way I had my head turned sideways as we traveled down the halls noticing the kids look at me sitting in their desks as we past by the opened classroom doors. As we neared the end of one of the corridors the nurse's stopped briefly. They ran in to one of the ladies that work's in the pre-school classes. "How is your patient?" the lady asked in a professional tone. "We have a very poopie and wet diaper on," replied Nurse Donna. "I can see that," remarked the pre-school teacher. She was wearing a light blue uniform trimmed in white on the sleeves and pockets of her shirt with those white wedged nursing shoes. Almost immediately after her remark I looked down towards my feet to discover that they hadn't covered me with anything. I thought it felt a little drafty. Now I was really embarrassed that all those kids saw me as we past their classes. Nurse Donna proceeded to tell the pre-school teacher how much I had pooped my pants and that the diaper was at full capacity. "Oh my," she remarked. "I hope you feel better, sweetie," she said in a maternal-like tone as she lightly patted my strapped tummy. I was really embarrassed now. The women said goodbye to each other and we were off again. Heading down the hall to the nurse's office, I occasionally got a whiff of my diaper as that we were headed with my feet in the direction we were going. It was smelly and embarrassing. A moment later I got another feeling deep in my tummy. I thought, "not again!" Soon the nurse's office was in sight. The strap across my chest wasn't as tight so I could lift slightly to see where we were going. My tummy started to grumble. I then expelled a rather muffled but audible sound from my bottom. I looked to see if Nurse Donna and Nurse Aide Amber heard it. They must have as to Nurse Aide Amber saying, "Uh oh do you have to go again? Were almost there. Just poop your britches again if you need to," Nurse Aide Amber reassuringly said in her southern comforting way. Finally we get to the nurse's office. As they wheeled me in we passed kids in the waiting room to seek the services of the nurse. They stared at me intently as we passed them. Some began to giggle while one commented by saying, "Phew. That kid made poopie in his pants!" I felt so humiliated. Nurse Aide Amber opened the door to the exam room as she was at the foot of the gurney going her direction. As I was wheeled to the center of the room Nurse Donna instructed Nurse Aide Amber to fetch some baby wipes from the nursery as she promptly did, leaving the room in a hurried fashion. Nurse Donna went over to the cabinets and took some washcloths out and began to run them under the warm water. As I lay there by myself I once again erupted from my bottom with a very audible sound, the nurse acknowledging as she looked back at me from the sink. Almost immediately after expelling some gas a big spasm hit deep in my tummy. I began to hold back and fight it while grunting and expelling out irregular breathes, catching the attention of the nurse warming the washcloths, and her telling me not to fight it. Soon after, Nurse Aide Amber was back with the baby wipes. Now that Nurse Donna was done warming the water proceeded towards me and instructed Nurse Aide Amber to help her transfer me from the gurney to the exam table. The nurse locked the wheels of the gurney after positioning it side by side to the exam table. They then started undoing the straps that secured me to the gurney. It felt so good when they removed the strap that was across my tummy. I think it was making me poop because it was a little tight. Once it came off I momentarily was relieved. As one of them grabbed my legs and other my shoulders I was soon being lifted on to the exam table, which was now covered with a white vinyl mattress cover placed on there by Nurse Aide Amber. "Let it all out, sweetie," Nurse Donna said as she comforted me as I lay on the table with both the nurse and her aide looking down at me. "I think I don't have to go anymore," I said as now my tummy felt relieved from the tight strap that secured me to the gurney. All of a sudden the loudest fart through a load-muffled diaper exploded from my bottom. "I think you still have to go," said Nurse Donna in a matter-of-fact and insisting tone. I lay there for another minute or two both of them still looking down at me, talking to me softly to relax me as if they were coaxing me to poop. It worked. Another spasm hit my bowels and I drew up my legs to my chest. At this point I was sweating profusely. Nurse Aide Amber decided to remove my shirt while Nurse Donna removed my shoes and completely pulled my pants off having to straighten my legs I had drawn up to assist in my fight of my impending bowel movement which were still perched partially above my knees, all the while trying to calm me down as I continued to fight my churning tummy. Soon I was lying there on the table with nothing but a diaper and rubber pants. I was red-faced from my battle as I fought spasm after spasm. "Make a nice big poopie in your britches for Nurse Aide Amber, sweetie-pie," she said in a most soothing southern accent as she patted my plastic panted sopping- wet crotch as they both momentarily looked away from me to look at each other and smile, and looked back down at me still smiling. I couldn't fight anymore. I expelled one final breath and fully relaxed and I started pooping. "That's a good little boy! Poop those britches really good for me, sweet- cheeks," Nurse Aide Amber said only in a way she could. The poop was loading my already loaded diaper but amazingly there was room for more. Feeling the urge to pee again, I relaxed my bladder and released more pee into an already pee-soaked diaper. The pee was coming really good now as my bowels pressed against my bladder, forcing it out with fury. I was peeing so hard that it soaked through to the plastic pants and made a notable hissing sound that caught the attention of my caretakers as they looked on to watch a massive wet spot form under the semi-transparent Gerber baby plastic pants. I then bent my knees placing my feet flat on the exam table and my hands at my side palms down slightly lifted my butt to make room for more poop. "Look at the seat of his diaper," Nurse Donna remarked to her aide as they both watched in amazement as now the plastic pants were stretching and the diaper bulging with my legs in a spreading bent position seeing the massive load push into the diaper. "Goodness gracious, that is some loaded britches!" responded Nurse Aide Amber to Nurse Donna as they momentarily looked away from me to look at each other and share a chuckle and then proceeded to look back down at me finishing with a slight giggle. Continuing to grunt I finally finished with one long sighing breath. "All finished, hun?" Nurse Aide Amber softly and soothingly said in that hypnotizing and comforting southern accent as she lowered my legs back down to the table and gently patted my now saturated plastic pant covered diapered crotch. I began to sob as I thought that they were making fun of me when I saw them giggling. "Ok... ok... there... there... now, it's all right, Jimmy," Nurse Donna said as she stroked my hair and my face making me sob even more from the sheer humiliation of it all. Nurse Donna wasn't as comforting as Nurse Aide Amber was. "Let's get your poopie pants changed so we can get you back to class," said Nurse Donna in a hollow and not so personable tone. "I want Nurse Aide Amber to change me," I unexpectedly blurted out, stopping Nurse Donna in her tracks now bending over as she grasped the waistband of my plastic pants. I was shocked I said that. "Okay, sweet-cheeks," she graciously and acceptingly responded looking down at me with her head slightly cricked to the side as she was now standing closer to my head beside the exam table. "Is it okay?" asked Nurse Aide Amber to Nurse Donna who was now releasing the waistband of my plastic pants and straightening up from her bending position over me to acknowledge her request. "Certainly," Nurse Donna said in a disappointing tone as she takes her job a little too seriously. Nurse Donna frightened me a little. She was bigger than Nurse Aide Amber. She had black hair pulled back in one of those tight buns and her starched white uniform hugged her large breast, shrinking at the waist then continuing down gripping the side of her just as large hips with a pronounced slightly large bottom. She looked so intimidating as I have heard stories of kids wetting their pants just being in her presence even if they are there to just get a boo-boo taken care of. Go in with a boo-boo and get sent home now with wet pants and a boo-boo. It was simple as that. That's why the kids don't like going to the nurse's office. Looking at her, who could blame them. She wasn't ugly or anything like that. Her big brown eyes were piercing as well as friendly. She was just authoritative looking as if to command attention and attention was what she got. That must be the nurse look because that is what my doctor's nurse kind of look's like. What can I say about Nurse Aide Amber? Well, she was more petite than Nurse Donna. That is for certain. She had beautiful strawberry-blonde hair which was long and neatly pinned up at the sides while the rest of her locks gracefully fell generously down and around her back and shoulders as the end of her hair rested atop her neatly starched and pressed uniform covered ample-sized breasts. As you go further down her anatomy you can see her taut uniform top narrow at her petite waist and her hips and perfectly rounded bottom was securely supported by her not too tight, not too loose, but perfectly fitting neatly pressed nursing pants as they flow down just atop her 3 inch wedged brilliantly bright white nursing shoes. Those shoes gave her a walk that perfectly pronounced her protruding sculpted bottom with a sway that was all her own. Her shoes didn't make that torturous sounding "click-clack" like Nurse Donna's did. She was certainly a southern sweetie. Now it was time for my diaper change as now Nurse Aide Amber moved from the head of the exam table and was now by my side. "Phew!" she said, drawing out the expression as if to put emphasis on her remark standing with one hand on her hip thumb facing forward the other fingers resting behind her shapely figure her elbow out all the while pinching her nose with the other hand with her thumb and forefinger and the other fingers daintily whisked out to the side. "You are Mr. Stinky Britches!" she jokingly remarked in her nurturing southern tone. "Let's see if we can do something about that," she reassuringly said as she coddled and playfully tickled me under the chin and arms as somebody would with a little toddler. I was starting to feel like a toddler for as her coddling and tickling caused me to lose control of my bladder again and the pee started to rush into the completely pee-soaked front of my diaper. It was soon apparent of my loss of bladder control when Nurse Aide Amber noticed an instant fast- growing dark spot in the front of my diaper just underneath the surface of my hard-working semi-transparent Gerber plastic pants. The pee just retreated and fell back to the seat of my diaper where there was some refuge for the very warm liquid causing the dark spot in the front of my diaper to quickly recede. I began to fidget about on the exam table as the pee-warmed seat of my diaper became more uncomfortable as if the massive load of poop pressing firmly against my butt wasn't bad enough. "Lay still, hun," she firmly said in a now more serious tone gently grabbing both sides of my waist with her soft, inviting hands, as she attempted to calm me down while asking me if I had finished wetting and waiting for a confirmation from me. "My tickling you made you wet your diaper more didn't it? Yes, it did! Yes, it did!" she said playfully, taunting me, dabbing her index finger atop my chin like you would a baby. Just then Nurse Donna came back in the exam room from her office to see how everything was going. "How come our little patient isn't changed yet?" Nurse Donna asked in a stern but somewhat friendly tone. "I wanted to make sure he was comfortable and relaxed so I thought it would be good for him to be a little playful, but I tickled him a little too much and he wet his britches again," Nurse Aide Amber replied in an apologetic and regretful manner as Nurse Donna beamed down at me, hearing a light smacking sound as her attention was drawn down to my pee-soaked bulging seat thickly diapered crotch being lightly patted by Nurse Aide Amber. "My, we are a little pee-pot, aren't we?" Nurse Donna said in a mockingly taunting voice as she now began to pat the front of my diaper examining the now thoroughly soaked condition of my diaper by kneading it softly and giving my crotch a notable but gentle squeeze and remarking that I could have used a couple of more diapers. She had a way of thoroughly humiliating me as for certain I now was as I turned my head to the side so not to look at her. I was so embarrassed. She then told Nurse Aide Amber to hurry up and get me changed so I could get back to class. Having said that, the nurse retreated back to her office. After watching the nurse go back to her office Nurse Aide Amber proceeded to turn back around and look down at me to see my red-faced blushing cheeks the nurse had caused by her stiff-lipped remarks. "Let's get these rubber britches off of you and have a looksy at your diaper," Nurse Aide Amber said in her sort of serious southern tone. She then proceeded to grasp the front area of the waistband of my plastic pants and slipped her fingers inside her thumbs turn out guiding her hands to each side of my waist. She then proceeded to work the plastic pants over and down the top of the diaper as she instructed me to lift my bottom her actually doing most of the lifting because I was so light reaching under and bringing down the backside of the plastic pants over my massive bulging load. She then slid her fingers which were still positioned just inside the waistband gradually from the back to the sides working her way to the front and pulling the plastic pants down off the front of my sopping wet diaper which was visually apparent now for the plastic pants had concealed it. The smell must have hit her like a ton of bricks for she briskly turned her head away while working the plastic pants down and off my legs. "Pheeew!" she said in a much louder than her usual tone. I just lay there and looked up at her as I saw her discomfort of my smelly diaper watching her scrunch her nose up in disgust. "Sit tight, sweetie," she said with a don't move at all tone to her voice as she gave me an assuring pat on my thigh. I couldn't see where she went for she walked behind me. I heard some cabinet doors open and close. "What is she doing?" I nervously thought to myself. She was back within a minute now wearing a black rubber apron walking to my side and tying a white cloth surgical mask over her face hiding her voluptuous crimson-colored lips. She then proceeded to pull on some latex surgical gloves as her eyes smiled atop her half covered face and looking down at me and with that notable snap knew they were in place. I believe the mask was for my smelly loaded diaper. I watched as she reached down to grasp one of the diaper pins. She then proceeded to the other side of my diaper and undoes that diaper pin as well. I then heard an audible clanking noise as I saw her place the pins on the stainless steel trolley cart she now had positioned by the exam table. "Oh my," she said surprisingly as she brought the front of the diaper down. "That is one heavily loaded diaper," she remarked with a look of surprise on her face. "I have never seen a more loaded diaper," she continued on to say with her smiling eyes. All I could see were her eyes for the surgical mask covered half of her face. As long as I got to see those inviting green eyes nothing else had mattered. With her latex-covered hands she took hold of the front part of the diaper and proceeded to fold it forward towards my crotch area then with a brisk tug holding both sides of the diaper pulled the massively loaded diaper out from under me as I slightly lift my bottom from the table. Holding the diaper she then took the front and backside of the diaper and folded it over as to conceal its contents as she set it on the cart she had next to her. Looking with my head to the side where Nurse Aide Amber was standing I couldn't help but marvel at the massively loaded diaper as it sat atop the stainless steel cart. The color of the diaper had a grayish-yellow tint to the cloth; due to its pee-saturated condition. She then fetched one of the washcloths that had been warming in the wash pan on the cart and proceeded to wash my bottom gently wiping back and forth each time reaching to the cart to fetch another clean washcloth one after the other so not to contaminate the soothing warm mild soapy water. After she went through four washcloths she finished me up with the baby-fresh smelling baby wipes. "Wow!" I bet you feel better," she said with a sigh as I think she felt better now that the smell was out of her face. "Do these look familiar?" she said with a grin as she held up my fresh white tighty-whities stretching the waistband in and out playfully. "Ok mister. It's time to put on your big-boy undies," Nurse Aide Amber said as she began to slip them over my feet and up my legs as I lay on the table. After she had worked my Fruit-of-the-Looms under and over atop my bottom she gave the waistband a friendly snap as she brought her hands around the front positioning them in place. As she continued dressing me she hummed melodically to the music playing in the background on an old transistor radio and before I knew it I was being helped down off of the table. I was back in my own clothes which she commented that my britches (pants) still had a slight poopie smell but would go away in a while for they needed to air out. "You are my special patient, Jimmy," she said as she bent forward and down to me touching my nose playfully with the tip of her index finger and told me I was all set to go. "I have something for my special patient," she remarked as she turned and walked towards one of the cabinet drawers. I instinctively followed behind her with my head slightly looking down because I was a little shy. "Which one do you want?" she said as I picked my head up. Clutched in her hands was a bounty of different flavored suckers that any kid would be enticed with. "Normally I only give one sucker but since you are my special patient you can choose two of them," she said with those beautiful crimson-colored lips now grinning ear to ear. Amazingly I chose the two flavors that she said here her favorites, too. There must be some kind of a connection going on here. I was blushing; as now I felt my face get warm. "I would give you a balloon but I haven't got any. So I will give you the next best thing," she said as she opened another drawer and pulled out a latex glove. She proceeded to scrunch the open end of the glove with her thumb and forefinger placed it to her crimson-colored lips and began blowing in to it. The glove became bigger and bigger. I was surprised how big it got as she stopped blowing and proceeded to tie a knot in it. It was as big as a balloon if not bigger. She then took a black marking pen and proceeded to write on it. When she was finished she cheerfully handed it to me. I happily accepted it. "To Jimmy, my special patient for being good, from Nurse Aide Amber," it said as she read it aloud. She also had drawn a happy face on it with a little heart at each end of the mouth for the dimples. "Are you ready to go back to class now?" she said as I marveled at her handy artwork on the makeshift balloon her hand resting atop my shoulder. "Yes," I reluctantly replied for as now I have made a wonderful friend even amongst my embarrassment and humiliation. Hesitantly, I left hand in hand with her as we headed back to my classroom as we've had a wonderful time despite everything that had happened to me. "Here we are," she said as we stopped at the opened door of my classroom. My teacher saw us at the doorway and proceeded to get up from he desk and walk to the back of the classroom towards us. "Hi, Miss Miller," Nurse Aide Amber politely greeted her. "Well, hello! Is he all better and ready for class again?" she asked in a gracious manner. "And what do we have here?" she continued to say as she noticed the gifts in my hand. I showed them to my teacher and with great excitement I might add. "Wow!" she exclaimed as she read the remarks on my glove balloon. "Nurse Aide Amber made that for me," I braggingly told her. "She did?" responded my teacher in an exclamatory tone. "I'm her special patient and she is My Special Nurse Aide," I said looking up at her and now grinning ear to ear. "I am? That is so sweet," she said with a look of surprise and gratitude. "I think somebody has a girlfriend," Miss Miller teasingly said as she looked at Nurse Aide Amber giving a slight wink. My face felt like it was on fire for I was really blushing now. "Before you say good-bye, what do we say for the gifts?" my teacher said in a remindful tone. "Thank You!" I said in my shy little way. "You are very welcome Hun" she graciously replied in her intoxicating southern hospitable accent as she now was bent down and gave me a big hug all the while rubbing my back occasionally sweeping her hand down and cupping my bottom in her hand giving it some little love pats. It gave me such a warm feeling. "Uhhhh!" "What did you do?" she asked with a deep sighing breath with a look of surprise on her face after she stood up from hugging me. Both my teacher and her had their eyes drawn downward and I instinctively looked down to see a massive wet spot on the front of my pants with it still growing as it must of just happened. "I can't believe you wet your britches again. What are we going to do about this?" she asked in an inquisitive manner. My teacher put her hand on her forehead in disbelief and shook her head as Nurse Aide Amber stood their with both her hands on her hips staring down at me. "I think somebody is going to be back in diapers for a while," Nurse Aide Amber said with certainty and a slight smirk on her beautiful milky-skinned face. I guess I really didn't want to see her go. Maybe my body subconsciously needed her. "Huh, back in diapers again," I thought to myself. It couldn't be all that bad, could it? To be continued?