princesspottypants

Insensitive

Published: October 20th 2020, 2:00:03 pm

Another Halloween caption set, commissioned by an anonymous Patron. Pictures property of StraitJacketShop!

"Don't you think that's a little... insensitive?"

Anya rolled her eyes. "Don't be so boring, Elle," she replied. "It's Halloween... It doesn't count!"

Elle frowned, glancing up from her phone. "I'm not sure that's how it..."

"They make costumes for it, so it must not be that awful," Anya shut her down. "Besides, Penny somehow managed to win with a nurse costume last year, so it's going to feel so much more satisfying to beat her, and stay on-theme."

"Okay," Elle nodded in resignation, giving up on trying to talk the other girl out of it. "Does Penny even know about your rivalry?"

"It isn't a rivalry!" Anya grumbled. "She won the contest once, that's it! It's always been me before, and it's going to be me again this year! I'm not losing the contest my senior year! I'm going to leave college victorious, and..."

"Okay, okay, jeez," Elle sighed. "So, why are you telling me?"

"Well..." Anya's smile changed, and immediately, Elle knew what was happening. She'd been friends with Anya long enough to know when she was trying to get something out of her. "I saw some straitjacket costumes online with the boobs cut out, and I thought maybe I'd wear one of those with a cute bra, but even if I don't tie the sleeves up, they're so long it's going to be a pain to do anything at the party, so..."

"No, Anya," Elle shook her head. "Wear the costume if you want, but I don't want any part of it. I'm not gonna be your nurse or whatever."

Anya glared at her, clearly not happy she'd been seen through. "First of all," she huffed, "I would have made you a doctor, because I don't want Penny thinking I copied her directly. And second: fine! If you don't want to win, then do your own thing!"

Anya wasn't able to find anyone else to team up with her, which meant she needed to re-think her costume. That was for the best, she tried to convince herself; Elle was right that the straitjacket she'd been looking at was probably a little disrespectful. Nobody would really wear anything like that at an insane asylum... If she wanted to beat Elle, she wanted something realistic... But still sexy, preferably. And, apparently, that she could wear by herself and still be able to eat and, more importantly, drink at the party.

The usual costume sites didn't have anything useful for her, which she decided was for the best... Thinking outside the box was another thing that could help her with the contest. She didn't want to just buy the same thing any dummy could go online and order, and risk someone else having the same idea as her... She wanted to stick with her concept, but find a way to do it differently, to stand out.

So it was quite lucky indeed that there was a medical supply store in the next town over, a short drive away. Looking online, it seemed as though they had all kinds of things that she might be able to do something fun with, and the promise of more at the location itself. Normally, she would have made Elle go with her, just in case, but if she didn't want to be involved, she could wait and see the costume with everyone else, right before it was awarded first prize.

"Hi," she smiled at the woman worked the front counter. "Would you mind directing me towards the section for insa..." She stopped herself, not wanting to seem insensitive, at least not here. "Mental institutions?" she tried instead.

"Of course, the woman told her. "Right this way..."

There was another woman waiting for her at the destination, wearing an adorable pink nurse's outfit that Anya almost wished she'd had the year before, since it would have blown Penny's out of the water. Of course, this one was real, so it wasn't exactly a contest... And that was exactly why Anya was going to win this year.

"Hello, there," the woman greeted her. "My name is Nurse Mollie... What can I help you with, dear? Are you studying to be a nurse, too?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that," Anya shook her head. She paused, uncertain how to continue. Should she admit what this was for? If this was a real nurse, she might not approve, like Penny hadn't... She'd expected this to be like any other store, with the wares hung up for her to browse, but, instead this looked more like a hospital. Was she even going to be able to buy anything here, or had the trip been a waste of time? "I'm just... Well, I'm here to..."

"Ohh," Mollie winked at her. "I see. Don't worry, sweetie... We get plenty of people like you. Curious, huh?"

"Umm... Yeah," Anya shrugged. "Something like that."

"There's nothing wrong with that," the nurse smiled. "It's a slow day, so I'd love to show you some things. I will tell you, though, this can be quite pricy."

"Whatever," Anya waved her off. "I have Daddy's credit card, and he makes enough he doesn't even pay attention."

"I see," Nurse Mollie smirked. "Well, then, in that case... Do you have anything in particular you're interested in?"

"I want it to look real," Anya told her, blushing a moment later. "B-But I guess that isn't an issue here, is it? That's what I want, though... I want something real, just not... I don't know, a straitjacket feels like a little too much." She didn't want to come right out and say she needed it to be sexy, still worried that, as accommodating as she was being so far, Mollie might disapprove of her real motives.

"Of course," the woman nodded. "Those are only for the most difficult patients anyway... And a little dear like you wouldn't be one of those, would you?"

Anya blushed as the nurse reached out, stroking her cheek, wishing she hadn't decided to braid her hair that morning, making her look younger, and sweeter, than usual. "N-No, ma'am," she shook her head.

"Let's see what we have," Nurse Mollie said, heading through a small door, pausing right before it. "Actually, I almost forgot... Since this would be a private sale, if you do find something you like, it's store policy to verify your identity and all that... If we get that going now, it will speed things up later down the road. Would you mind if I took your driver's license, and the credit card you're going to use, to let them start the process?"

"Sure," Anya agreed; she'd never been in any place like this, she had no idea if that was unusual or not. She opened up her purse, taking those things out and handing them over. Nurse Mollie took them and vanished, returning a few minutes later with a few different garments

She'd brought quite a few mittens, in various styles, from thick canvas to metallic spheres, all of which left Anya's hands completely useless, even more than the straitjacket would have. "No, this isn't it," she whined to the other woman. "I want to be able to use my hands."

"Well, that's not up to you," Mollie teased, booping her on the nose. "Or, it wouldn't be, if you were really wearing these. Good thing you aren't, huh?"

The nurse showed her a few more things that wouldn't work, until, finally, Anya spotted it. They looked like a pair of shorts with a set of shoulder straps attached to them, just wide enough to keep her looking decent... Or decent enough for a Halloween party. "Those," Anya interrupted Nurse Mollie, as she was telling her about one of the other products. "I want to try those."

"Oh, I don't know, dear," the nurse replied. "I'm not sure those are for you... I grabbed them on accident."

"No, I want those," Anya insisted. "The pants look a little big, though... Could you see if you have a smaller pair?"

Anya was so busy staring at the contraption, imagining herself in it, that she didn't see the grin crossing the nurse's face. "Of course," she said. "I'll be right back."

She walked out, leaving Anya alone with what she was almost certain would be her costume. She pulled them on, giggling a little to see how baggy the shorts were, thinking about how big someone's ass would have to be to fill them out, experimentally lifting the straps over her head. She paused, listening for the sound of Mollie's shoes, then, when she didn't hear them, slid out of her shirt and bra, trying the straps without those beneath to see if they really were big enough for her to wear with nothing underneath.

She admired herself in the mirror, seeing herself rubbing her victory in Penny's face, until, in the reflection, she saw Mollie return, arms full. "Oh!" she blushed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I-I was just..."

"Don't worry about it," the nurse assured her. "I'm glad to see you got started... Now, let's get you out of those little shorts, too..."

"Umm... Th-That's not a smaller size..." Anya blushed, seeing what Nurse Mollie had brought with her, hoping she was wrong about what it looked like instead. 

"We didn't have any," Mollie interrupted. "You wanted it to look real, though, didn't you? This is what a patient would actually wear under those."

"I-It doesn't have to be THAT realis..." Anya protested.

Nurse Mollie set her things down, started to unbutton Anya's shorts, stripping her naked the rest of the way as the smaller girl squeaked and futilely attempted to bat her hands away, before opening up the main object she'd returned with, the sound of it enough to let Anya know she'd been right. "N-No!" she gulped. "I-I don't want that!"

But Mollie was an expert, not appearing to notice Anya's attempts at escape whatsoever as she wrapped the bulky, crinkly diaper around her waist, taping it into place before sliding the shorts back up over it. "See?" she asked, giving them a pat as she maneuvered the straps into place. "They fit perfectly now, don't they?"

It was obvious now that was, indeed, what this thing had been designed for. Anya whimpered, wiggling her bottom, feeling the bulky padding between her legs, being pushed snug against her privates as she was fitted into the rest of her outfit. She'd seen all the straps and things when she'd had it on before, assuming that was all Nurse Mollie was doing.

"That's perfect for you!" the woman smiled. "Tell you what... I'll go see how things are going with your ID."

"N-No," Anya shook her head. "I-I don't think I want..." But the nurse was already gone, leaving the college senior there all alone. Wrinkling her nose, she poked at the quite obvious bulge in the shorts, positive everyone at school would know what that was right away, if they didn't hear her coming from a mile off. There was no way she was going to wear this to the contest... Or ever again.

When she tried to slide the straps off her shoulders, however, she found they didn't budge. She moved lower, tugging at them closer to where they connected with the shorts, with the same result, seeing, as she grew more panicked, a whole series of black discs that hadn't been there before, at various places, seemingly holding all the pieces of the outfit together. She tried one of those, pulling on it as hard as she could, and it refused to budge. 

She'd been locked into this! This must be how it was actually used, she thought, to keep it on them without necessarily needing any of those mittens... "Come on!" she pleaded, pulling on the straps again, trying to will the thick canvas to rip, to show any signs that she was going to be able to get out on her own. 

By the time Nurse Mollie returned, and Anya quickly let go of them, hands shooting behind her back as she tried to look innocent, there was still no indication she'd made any progress whatsoever. And, unfortunately, she hadn't made the switch fast enough.

"Oh, Anya," Mollie clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Trying to get out already? We can't be having that... Especially after we finished checking up on you. Your father really is quite rich, isn't he? I'm sure he'll pay very handsomely to get you our of our institution..."

"W-Wait," Anya gasped. "Wh-What are you...?!"

"Or perhaps not," the nurse smirked. "I have no doubt the week or two we'll wait before letting him know where you are will do you a lot of good... He might decide you need to spend a bit more time there."

"No!" Anya stomped her foot. "I'm not going anywhere! I am a college student, a-and you're going to let me out of this thing, and... Hey, where do you think you're going?!"

The nurse left without another word, leaving Anya all alone, trapped in her diaper, once again, fuming... Her anger quickly dissipated when Mollie came back, however, transformed into horror at the sight of what she was now carrying. "Wh-What is that?!" she squealed.

But she already knew; it was the biggest enema bag she'd ever seen, bulging with liquid. "This is exactly what spoiled little brats like you need," Nurse Mollie answered, hanging the bag up. "It always knocks a lot of the wind out of their sails... And waddling around the rest of the day in a loaded diaper will take care of the rest. You chose that outfit, Anya... And now, this is going to be as real as it gets. Turn around, hands on your head... If this isn't finished by the time the orderlies come to pick you up, they'll just do it all over again at the institute."

"Y-You can't do this to me..." Anya protested weakly... But it was already done. They'd taken her ID, the only real source of cash she had, had locked her into this diaper... She had no idea how to escape this, except to do as she was told, and hope they went easy on her. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she whimpered, turning around, putting her hands on her head, praying that would be enough for Nurse Mollie, that she wouldn't go through with her threat, right up until she felt the straps being undone, the shorts tugged down, and the tube slide into her backside.

Maybe Elle was right, Anya thought, squeaking as the warm, soapy water began gushing into her bottom, sealing her fate. Maybe this whole thing had been insensitive in the first place... But, if that was the case, then she was already getting her comeuppance for it, before she'd even had the satisfaction of winning the contest. By the time she got out, that would be long over, and all she'd have to show for it was a couple weeks, minimum, of bondage and messy diapers.