Mommy and little sis watching from the window inside, clapping excitedly the moment they could tell whatever resistance you might have had was now flowing through your panties~

Along with your cummies went any will to fight. You lay still as she clinically wiped up your puddle with the front of your diaper.

"Will you be a good girl and earn your next special shot?" she asked as she finished your change. You nodded profusely, utterly broken, desperate for your next reward.

Then finally the tension broke. You moaned as your balls drained, weeks of stickies all flowing out, oozing down your cage.

"Aww, how precious!" Turned out the nurse didn't have to hold the diaper up... you couldn't shoot even if you'd wanted to. You flushed deeper, embarrassed at your sad orgasm.

The nurse took this as a sign and pulled up the front of your diaper up straight to catch what was coming. "Are you gonna do it, baby? Get all those creamies out for me..." You hated her, hated her saccharine voice, hated being a prisoner here, but as you flushed, it all became deeply confusing.

As far as you could tell you weren't even hard or straining. It didn't make sense. You couldn't tell whether to fight it or lean into it, or how to lean into it at all. It was just... happening. Weeks of pent-up need were coming to a head. Tension built. Unconsciously you curled your toes.

Then... nothing. You sat on your soaked diaper for a full minute. Why won't she change you and get this over with?

Right after thinking this, you started to feel it. Heat. Rising in your princess parts, starting to take over your tummy. How...? You were still caged, receiving zero stimulation.

The restraints were tight. In your head you were kicking and thrashing... which made how helpless you were hit even harder as she cooed over you. "Such a willing little patient! So excited for your shot, yes you are!" You felt a tiny prick on your inner thigh. Whatever the shot was, it's in you now.