Orgasm Therapy

by Pulsar

Outside the everyday world we call 'normal' sits an institution of society's forgotten segment... the mentally ill, all locked away and out of site of the mainstream public. And naturally, desperate cases require desperate measures...

That fateful morning, Mrs. Ellison sat nervously on the small couch inside the office. She anxiously twisted the strap of her purse as if winding the propeller of a toy plane. Even getting here had been quite harrowing experience. It was quite a long drive from the city to this institution that sat on top of a hill overlooking the river. There was the guard at the front gate, the numerous barriers of barred doors within the corridors, and the final clearance outside this particular ward. But she still waited for the results of her daughter's evaluation.

Finally after several minutes that had lasted an eternity, the door opened and in walked the doctor. She was middle-aged, yet had a youthful form and bounce to her walk. She had short crimson hair and thin glasses. She was of average height and build, yet her heals gave her a few inches more. "Ms. Ellison!" she said as she sat down in a chair next to the couch with a file folder in hand stuffed full of papers.

"Yes?"

"I'm Doctor Jan Lambert, visiting psychiatrist here at Riverview Memorial," she said with a calming smile and a very refined British dialect. "I've called you here to discuss your daughter's evaluation."

"Yes?" replied Mrs. Ellison with a dry mouth.

And thus Dr. Lambert opened the file. "It says in the case notes that Katie was in a bus accident while returning from a gymnastics meet. She witnessed the horrid death of her twin sister Julia with whom she was very close, and... I see that her father was driving the bus and did not survive either!"

Mrs. Ellison bit her lips to keep from crying. "Yes," she mumbled.

"Katie herself only suffered mild injuries which have long healed by now," continued Dr. Lambert as the reviewed the notes. "Yet her mental state deteriorated and thus she was sent here. All tests showed no signs of brain damage and thus the nature of her condition is completely psychological. Now as you know, Mrs. Ellison, Katie has not responded to any forms of conventional treatment."

"Oh God!" cried Mrs. Ellison as she buried her face in her hands, weeping again for the millionth time since the tragedy two months ago.

"She still stares at walls, sucks a dummy, requires nappies at night... especially when she menstruates, and acknowledges no one. Basically, she's reverted to a pre-school mentality. Now we both know that's not normal for a twelve-year-old girl who was once an honor student! Her reaction to the trauma is quite extreme, almost as if she's refusing to recover." And thus all Mrs. Ellison could do was cry. But Dr. Lambert reached out a hand and gently soothed her shoulder. "Are you still attending grief counseling yourself?"

"Two times a week," mumbled Mrs. Ellison.

"Good! Very good, Mrs. Ellison!" said Dr. Lambert as she re-crossed her legs. "However, she did make remarkable progress yesterday!"

"Oh?"

"Yes. Yesterday, for the first time, Katie masturbated!"

"M... mast... ma... you call that progress?" snapped Mrs. Ellison.

"Quite!" assured Dr. Lambert. "She's gaining an awareness of her own body again. It's a start!"

"I see."

"However, until Katie responds to something, the courts will not release her from this institution. And human nature is the most unpredictable thing in this universe!"

"Oh doctor! Can't you do anything else for her?" pled Mrs. Ellison.

Dr. Lambert cleared her throat. "Well, there is one option left we can try, but it requires your consent. I'm not sure if I should resort to it..."

"Oh please, doctor! Do whatever it takes! I want at least one of my babies back!" cried Mrs. Ellison. "Give me the damned paper to sign!"

"Well... I shall, but I'm obliged to inform you as to what you're signing," replied the doctor in a calm soothing voice once again as she removed her glasses. "Now... after much research throughout the years, including my fellowship at Cambridge, I'd uh... well... I'd like to try... 'orgasm therapy!'"

Suddenly, Mrs. Ellison gasped in disbelief! "Or... org... orgasm therapy?"

"Yes!" replied Dr. Lambert. "Since she's responded to nothing else, well... you see, sometimes we communicate sexually what we can't express in any other way. Now if you look at these charts here, you'll see that she's way over-medicated. But according to certain theories still in the works, the endorphins and hormones released during orgasm may actually self-medicate the body. It's still unproven, yet there is no strong case against it. And thus the research goes on."

"Well..." stammered Mrs. Ellison. "I'll... I'll try anything! If it'll bring her back!"

"I think you're doing the right thing," advised Dr. Lambert. "Now, it's to our credit that the accident ruptured her hymen. It will make it easier."

And with a trembling hand and eyes full of tears, Mrs. Ellison signed the paper. "So... how long will this take to work?"

"It's unpredictable!" said Dr. Lambert. "However, any and all details will be released to you upon your request! I'd like to see you back here in a week!"

"Yes doctor!" assured Mrs. Ellison. "So... may I... see her before I go?"

"Yes, I think that can be arranged," she said as she stood up from the chair. "Will you come with me please?"

And after Mrs. Ellison had a quick uneventful view of her non-responsive daughter, Dr. Lambert walked her through the labyrinth of corridors to the front entrance where she bid her goodbye. And come mid-morning, Dr. Lambert approached the door to the small room that held Katie, assisted by nurse Amy and nurse Rachael, her two brightest understudies. And both girls looked the part. Nurse Amy the sandy-hared nymph stood tall and slender in her scrubs while the blonde Rachael was short and stocky and fit.

Slowly, she opened the door and stepped into the featureless room. There sat young Katie with her back to the door in a small rocking chair, her long sandy hair hanging unbound behind her. She slowly rocked back and forth, staring out the window that looked out over the campus toward the river. In her hand she clutched a pink teddy bear. She wore nothing but an institutional gown that did not quite cover her knees as she slowly rocked, staring into space, quietly whispering to herself.

"Hello, Katie!" said Dr. Lambert. "How are we feeling today?"

But Katie only continued to rock, whispering as if no one was there. Then, she softly began to sing in a high raspy voice, "Ring around the rosy-- pockets full of posies..."

"You sing very lovely," said Dr. Lambert as she approached. "And by all means continue if you'd like. But we're going to go into another room for a while."

But Katie only continued to slowly rock the chair back and forth as she sang into the nothingness, "This old man, he played one-- he played knick-knack on my thumb..."

And thus Dr. Lambert motioned to the nurses to assist her. "Now Katie, we're not going to hurt you," she assured. "We're just going to take you into a another room. Would you like to walk with us or ride in the wheelchair?"

But as usual since day one, she continued to sing to herself in her own world as if the staff did not exist. And thus nurse Amy pulled the wheelchair from the corridor and rolled it into the room, right up to where Katie sat. Nurse Rachael gently reached out to lift Katie by her armpits. "C'mon, honey! We need you to come with us," she said. Nurse Amy assisted as they gently moved her from the rocking chair to the wheelchair. Katie neither resisted nor cooperated. She just clutched her teddy bear and continued to softly sing to herself with hardly an expression on her troubled yet sweet little innocent face.

And so, Amy began to roll her down the sterile hallway of the institution, passing many doorways as they went. They rounded a corner and passed down another short corridor until they reached a small room. It was a typical pediatric exam room with a table and a countertop which contained the standard collection of medical supplies.

"Here we are," said Dr. Lambert. "Now let's get her up on the table and remove the gown.

And so Rachael bent down to pick her up once again. She sat Katie down on the edge of the table and began to untie the gown in back. "Honey, we're gonna have to take this off for a while," she said.

Katie continued her singing, yet her voice began to break as if quite nervous. "We're not going to hurt you," assured Amy as they gently pulled the gown down her torso. However, being twelve years old, she had a training bra on. And so Rachael began to unstrap it as well. Once removed, she found that their young patient had breasts that were now budding, yet not quite completely grown. "Now Katie, honey. We're gonna have to slide those panties off too," she said as she gently laid her down on her back. Again, Katie neither cooperated nor resisted as Amy slid her fingers into the waistband and began to tug. Yet with Rachael's help, they soon had those little white cotton panties free of her body. There she lay as if unaware she was completely naked. Her little lips now sat in plain view, yet she was still smooth and hairless as the day she was born!

"Very good, girls!" said Dr. Lambert as she opened a drawer. "Now Katie, we're gonna need to roll you over on your tummy!"

And thus the two young nurses gently rolled her over. And as Katie now lay with her little bare bottom facing the ceiling, she hugged her teddy bear tightly as she rested her head upon it. And so Dr. Lambert dipped a rectal thermometer into a jar of lube. "Now watch closely girls," she said. "When I'm away, you'll need to give her the treatments yourselves!"

"Yes doctor," they said in unison.

And so Dr. Lambert approached the table where Katie lie, still oblivious to the outside world. "Now just relax honey," she said. "We're going to take your temperature now!" And thus she reached out with her hand and gently patted that bare bottom. She gave those round firm buttocks a gentle squeeze before rubbing her hand around a few times. Then, she parted them and gently poked the bulb into that puckered hole.

Instantly, Katie gasped! Her legs twitched and her buttocks clenched up. "Just relax," coaxed Dr. Lambert. "This wont' hurt!" And thus she gently pushed the thermometer down into her rectum.

Once again, Katie let out a nervous grunt as she squeezed her bottom tightly as she felt that cold glass tube slowly slide down into her rectum. "Does that hurt, honey?" asked Amy as she gently patted Katie on her bare back. But the girl hardly moved, other than squeeze her teddy bear tightly.

But Dr. Lambert began to gently caress those bare buttocks with her fingertips. She caressed in small circles all around her little round globes. As the sensation sent chills up her back, she would tighten her bottom again and gasp. Yet she remained calm and still. After a few moments of this, she then slowly thrust her pelvis against the padding of the table, clenching her bottom tight as the bulb gently tickled deep inside her. Then, she relaxed after a few seconds. And so Dr. Lambert continued her caressing, causing her patient to once again hump down with a muffled grunt. "Aaaah, do you like that Katie?" she asked. "Does that feel nice?"

Naturally, Katie did not answer as they did not expect her to. Yet she began to softly moan at the sensation of the doctor's fingertips on her bottom. But then Dr. Lambert took the tip of the thermometer and gently pulled until it move about a half-inch, before gently sliding it back down in her again. Once again, Katie gasped and squeezed her teddy bear, yet said not a word. And thus Dr. Lambert repeated the gesture, now eliciting a moan from Katie and another hump. Therefore, she continued to slowly move the thermometer in and out of her tight little hole as Katie's breathing grew louder and heavier. "Yes, just relax Katie," she coaxed. "Do you like that?"

But Katie only replied by humping slightly harder against the padding. She softly moaned as she stared into nothingness, clutching her teddy bear tightly. By now, her slow pelvic thrusts had picked up a rhythm in time with her soft guttural moans and gasps.

"My God! I think she likes it!" exclaimed Rachael as she watched intently.

"Of course! There's a lot of nerves down here!" replied Dr. Lambert. Yet soon, she slowly pulled the thermometer out, twisting it all the way. Once again, those little buttocks squeezed tightly as Katie let out a long gasping moan. Afterward, Dr. Lambert gently patted and rubbed that bare bottom. "Very good, honey! See, it didn't hurt!" And thus she gave one more light caress over those bare globes. "This is what gets those nerves active!" she advised to her nurses. "Now, let's roll her over on her back."

And thus both Amy and Rachael gently rolled her over. Still, Katie neither resisted nor cooperated. She simply held fast to her bear. However, they discovered that Katie's little cunny had now swollen and flushed red, a desired result from the invading thermometer. Therefore, Dr. Lambert pulled out the stirrups from the end of the table and locked them into place. The two nurses slid her body down to the end as the lifted each of her long slender legs and put her feet in the stirrups. Now her little bald cunny lay quite vulnerable and exposed, the very position pulling the lips slightly open. Then, Dr. Lambert unlocked a drawer and produced a small battery-powered vibrator. "Now Katie, this thing I have is going to make a buzzing sound, but again, it's not going to hurt you!" assured Dr. Lambert as she reached out her other hand to gently pat Katie's knee. "So just relax for me." And thus she let her fingers caress those bare legs that now hung spread wide open. "That's it, relax!" And thus she let her fingertips draw along Katie's soft fleshy inner thighs for a few moments. Katie gasped as her long legs twitched about in the stirrups, once again squeezing her teddy bear.

But then, a humming noise filled the room when Dr. Lambert turned the vibrator on. "Just relax!" she coaxed one more time as she slowly moved that kink toy toward that little gaping cunny. Suddenly, it made contact. Katie jolted and shrieked in surprise. And as that vibrating surface found her swollen clit, she moaned rather loudly and curled her toes. And again she hugged her teddy bear tightly with both arms. "Rachael dear, why don't you give her the dummy," suggested Dr. Lambert.

"Yes Doctor!" And so Rachael seized upon the pacifier from the bag hanging from the wheelchair. "Katie want her pacifier?" she asked as she presented the rubber nipple to her lips. Instantly, their young patient received it betwixt her lips. Yet as the vibration continued to stimulate her, sending pleasant waves up her body, she began to hump and breathe rhythmically.

"Oh yeeess, Katie!" said Dr. Lambert. "Does this feel good?" she asked as she gently stimulated that clitoris with the vibrator. "Does Katie like this?"

And thus Katie closed her eyes as she clung to her bear for dear life. In a rapid cadence, she began to moan and pant as her pelvis would hump against the vibrator with a, "Uuuuh-ah! Uuuuh-ah! Uuuuh-ah! Uuuuh-ah!" She bit the thick rubber of the pacifier with large buck teeth as moaned and gasped.

"Is Katie our good girl?" continued Dr. Lambert. "Katie's a good girl! A good, pretty girl!"

And such as the tension built up, Katie's moans grew louder and slightly higher in pitch as she writhed and humped upward against the vibrator. "Oh-oh-oh-oh!" she cried out. Soon, her moans gave way to falsetto squeals.

"Good Katie! You like that? Does Katie need to go cum-cum?" said the doctor in a childish voice. And by now, both Amy and Rachael where gently rubbing her naked body. "Forgive me, doctor," interjected Rachael, "But... 'cum-cum' sounds sort of... well, non-academic!"

"That's a valid concern, dear," answered Dr. Lambert. "However, our Katie is not in an academic mindset right now. We need to use simple terms. Pathos before logos!"

"Oh, of course doctor!"

And thus Katie's ecstasy grew. "C'mon Katie! Why don't you have a cummy-cum for us! Does Katie need to go cum-cum?"

And a few seconds later, her head rocked back. Her bottom left the padding as she lifted her crotch up high as she shrieked high and loud. Her toes curled, her head rolled from side to side as she squeezed the bear ever so tightly as that strong 'butterfly' feeling traveled from her crotch all the way up to her stomach. "Eeee! Eeee! Eee! Eeeeeeeeeyaaa!" she shrieked. Then, her body suddenly jolted. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as her mouth flew wide open, causing the pacifier to fall out. It was no mystery to them that she had just exploded into an orgasm.

With loud breathy moans, she thrashed about for a few moments as a faint girlish musk scent filled the room. Small gooey drops of fluid leaked from her dilated pulsating vagina down onto the paper covering the padding. But after several seconds, she settled back down as she ran out of air.

And thus Dr. Lamberts switched off the vibrator. "Oooh, good girl!" she said as she gently patted her right knee. "That was a nice big cum-cum!"

"You did very well!" added Amy as she patted her on the head.

"You sure did!" added Rachael as she recovered the dummy. "Here you go!"

And once again, Katie simply accepted it with her mouth as she rolled over on her side in a fetal position, still clutching her teddy bear. She let out one long soft relaxing sigh as her eyes closed again. At this point, her body was quite relaxed.

And thus they cleaned up while Katie caught her breath and rested, now being quite spent. And after sterilizing the vibrator and thermometer with alcohol, Amy picked Katie up with one arm under the shoulders and one under her knees, and set her back down in the wheelchair. Then, Doctor Lambert opened another drawer and produced a shorter, skimpier gown. "From now on, just put her in this to facilitate the 'treatments' we'll be giving her."

"Sure doctor!" said Rachael as she seized the gown. Yet for now, she just covered Katie with it as if it were a blanket before rolling her out of the room. Once back on the ward, Amy and Rachael dressed her in the little gown that would just barely cover her bottom and crotch. This time, they left her without bra or panties. They sat her back down in the rocking chair where she had been before.

And once seated, she slowly rocked herself again and stared out the window. She continued to suckle the pacifier rather than sing as she cuddled her teddy bear. Yet still, she did not acknowledge the presence of either one of them in the room. And thus they turned to leave

Eventually, they let an hour-and-a-half pass before they entered her room again. They found her lying on the floor on her stomach with her gown bunched up above her bottom where she was immersed in stacking blocks. She hummed softly to herself as she continued to suckle the pacifier, completely oblivious (and perhaps apathetic) to her exposure. "Hello, Katie," said nurse Rachael. "I see you've been busy!"

Nurse Amy chuckled. "What are you building, Katie?" she asked sweetly. Yet as expected, their young patient never looked up to acknowledge their presence.

"You may play with those later," said Rachael, "but we need you to come with us for a while."

"Are you going to walk with us?" asked Amy.

And therefore they both reached down, each taking a shoulder as they gently picked her up. But being deprived of her fixation on the blocks, she grunted in protest, never releasing the dummy from betwixt her teeth. "I know, dear!" said Rachael very empathetically. "But you'll be back in here after a while! Here! Why don't you hold onto your teddy bear!"

And once again, they placed her in the wheelchair. She put up no resistance, yet they could tell she was not happy about being torn away from her play. And so they rolled her down the hall again. "She's such a doll!" noted Rachael. "When I see her in this manic condition I just wanna cry!"

"I know," agreed Amy. "Couldn't you just take her home?! At least she wasn't abused!"

"Oh God! That would be unthinkable! Makes you wanna shoot someone!" Yet after a short trip down the hall and around the corner, they reached the exam room. "She's here, doctor!" declared Amy.

"Oh, well hello Katie! How are you feeling?" said Dr. Lambert. And as expected, Katie stared into space. "We're going to need you to get on the table again," she continued. "Do you want to keep your dummy?" Naturally, she did not respond, except for to give her pacifier a slurping suckle. "No? Well that's fine for now."

And so, the two nurses lifted her up on the table again and raised her skimpy little gown up high above her would-be breasts. And as before, she neither resisted nor cooperated. She just lay limp and relaxed. And for this treatment session, they simply repeated the process as before, except Dr. Lambert had Amy administer the rectal thermometer to give her practice at gently stimulating all those delicate nerve endings by caressing her bare bottom and tickling her rectum with that cold glass tube. And as before, Katie responded with humping and squirming. Therefore, she was red and puffy when they rolled her over and put her legs back into the stirrups. And for this treatment, Rachael administered the vibrator, ever so gently caressing those swollen flushed nether lips and crease. This time, they did connect her to an EKG that they might have a vitals strip to document the session. And this time around, she reached a loud squeaky orgasm in less time, leaving a small puddle on the paper.

"Very good girl! Katie went cum-cum!" said Dr. Lambert in a soothing voice. "You were very good for the nurses!"

"Does Katie like going cum-cum?" asked Amy as she soothed her head. Yet Katie just lay on her side clutching her bear with eyes open but a slit. She breathed deep and heavy as she slowly recovered from the intense orgasm from the vibrator. Dr. Lambert approached to listen to her rapid heartbeat through her stethoscope. Then, Amy and Rachael slid the little gown back down, gently picked her up and placed her back in the wheelchair to return her to her room once again. Once they returned, they placed her back on the rug as they had found her at the pile of blocks. However, she somehow had lost interest and simply stared at them. Nevertheless, the two nurses left her alone for ten minutes until it was lunchtime.

And after she refused to eat standard food with a spoon and fork, they had to give her a nutrient formula by way of a baby bottle, for sometimes, that was the only way she would take in nourishment. She simply lay down on the carpet suckling the bottle in one hand, while holding the teddy bear in the other hand. But afterward, they took her into the small playroom where other young patients sat. Yet for the most part, Katie would sit on the floor, her gown hardly covering her bald privates. She acted as if no one was there, and as if the sights and sounds of the other children simply did not exist. She would take various objects and study them, lost into a world unto herself.

But thirty minutes later, nurse Amy approached her as she sat mumbling nursery rhymes. "Jack and Jill went up the hill..."

"Hello, Katie! How're we doing?" she asked.

Yet Katie continued her orations, "... and Jill came tumbling after!"

Yet Dr. Lambert gently patted Amy's shoulder. "Let's give her a few moments!" she said softly. And thus they stepped back as Rachael rolled the wheelchair into the room. The trio stood in observation of Katie's behavior as she sat on the floor with legs folded studying the intricacies of a doll. And all the while, she held a pacifier in her mouth. The occasional flexing of the dummy suggested she was suckling nervously upon it.

Finally, Dr. Lambert squatted down to her level in spite of the immodesty on her part, considering the length of her dress skirt. "Katie, honey! We need to take you with us for a while," she said softly. "Can you go cum-cum for us again?"

In reply, Katie slowly lifted the dress on the doll. She then pulled the panties down, yet the doll was hardly anatomically correct. Nonetheless, she slowly rubbed her finger against the place where the doll's bonnie gem would have been. "Does that feel good?" she asked the doll.

Suddenly, Dr. Lambert gasped and motioned to her nurses. "Take this down," she said. "Did you see that! She's gaining awareness, slowly but surely!" And thus she stood back up. "Well, let's take her on back."

And once again, Amy and Rachael gently lifted her into the wheelchair. However, Katie did not surrender the doll. She held it close as they rolled it down the hall toward the exam room. And once again they carefully lifted her up on the exam table. Yet this time, when they slowly lifted her gown, she gave the slightest hint of cooperation by lifting her bottom up and arching her back. And once again, the rolled her over onto her belly. But this time, it was Rachael's turn to administer the thermometer as Dr. Lambert watched attentively. She lubed up the glass tube and began to gently caress her naked buttocks with the other hand, gently allowing her fingertips to glide over that smooth pale flesh.

"Ooooh!" gasped Katie as she held her doll tightly under her breasts. Her buttocks squeezed tightly together.

"Relax, honey," said Rachael as she patted her bottom. "We're not gonna hurt you."

And thus she relaxed her bottom. Yet as those fingers once again glided over her buttocks in circles, she squeezed again, this time humping down hard into the padding of the exam table. "You like this, Katie?" asked Rachael as she continued to caress.

Suddenly, Katie let out an, "Mmmph!" as she suckled her dummy. She turned her head down into the pillow. Then, both her arms flew back. She briskly grabbed her own buttocks with her hands and spread them apart, leaving her puckered hole wide open. "Uummph! Ummph!" she grunted as she gave the table a hump while holding her own buttocks wide open.

"Oh my!" gasped Rachael.

"Good!" noted Dr. Lambert. "This is amazing!"

And thus Rachael gently poked the lubed thermometer into that waiting orifice. "Eeee!" squealed Katie as she humped. She clenched her buttocks once again as the glass thermometer slowly tickled its way in.

"My God! She really likes this!" said a bewildered Rachael.

"She's making progress!" assured Dr. Lambert as she scribbled some notes on a clipboard.

And thus following Dr. Lambert's previous practice, Rachael gently and sensuously teased her with the thermometer. Katie would hump in slow motion against the table and softly moan. A few moments later, she slowly swayed her hips from side to side. And thus Rachael continued for a few minutes before slowly pulling it out. "Well, let's roll her over," she said as she wiped the thin glass tube clean.

And this time, they found Katie somewhat cooperative as they turned her over on her back. As Amy pulled the stirrups out, Katie suddenly slid herself down to the end of the table. "Well, well!" exclaimed Dr. Lambert. "I think our Katie is ready to give us a cummie-cum!"

And soon, Amy had the small vibrator in her hand. Once that buzzing surface touched that swollen little clit, Katie began to moan in short, breathy grunts. She humped against the stimulation as she squeezed the doll tightly with both arms. And as the vibrator worked its magic, Amy dared to poke a finger into that small slippery-wet vagina. She let her finger slide in several centimeters, feeling just how hard those muscles would clench down tight.

Katie thrashed her head about, holding the pacifier firm in her teeth. The sensation of the finger slowly moving about inside her warm wet hole send waves of pleasure through her. Her legs began to buck in the stirrups as her moaning grew louder and of higher pitch. And after only two minutes of buzzing, her body suddenly jolted as the EKG machine beeped wildly! Once again, she burst into an explosive orgasm, the pleasure waves flushing through her entire body. Colorless girl juice oozed about Amy's finger as those muscles squeezed it tight.

The orgasm lasted longer than they expected. But finally, Katie fell limp and rolled over into a fetal position. "Amazing!" exclaimed Dr. Lambert. "This is the most she's communicated since she arrived here eight weeks ago!"

"Yes... I... I don't believe it," said Amy.

"Well... time will tell, honey," replied Dr. Lambert. "We'll have to be patient with her." And with that, the nurses lifted her back into the wheelchair and rolled her back to her room.

And although this was her first day of the experimental therapy, she was given a total of five treatments in the exam room. One followed in the late afternoon, and then she had one more around 7pm. Afterward, they put her into her bed in the ward. They diapered her otherwise naked pelvis and covered her up for the night. "Sweet dreams, honey," said Amy as she patted her on the head.

"Nighty-night!" added Rachael. "You've done wonderful today!"

And thus they turned out the light. They handed the records over to the night shift and left for the night themselves, now completely exhausted over the three-hours of overtime.

And thus Katie slept deep and soundly all throughout the night. Come the next morning, Amy and Rachael arrived promptly. However, unlike the day before, they did not show up in their lab scrubs. Instead, they arrived in their more traditional while uniform dresses, albeit the dresses were quite brief, allowing them to display the beauty of their suntanned thighs and dimpled knees. Long white knee socks adorned their calves as their feet were shod in 'retro' black and white 'saddle' shoes. Naturally, the graveyard charge nurse gave them a quick funny look, but said nothing. For they were indeed in regulation uniform code, although they had shortened the dresses themselves!

And thus after clocking in, they went straight for Katie's bed in the ward. For some reason, she had yet to get out of bed. "I hope we don't have a wet diaper!" said Rachael.

"Or something else!" added Amy. Yet when they approached her bed, she lay with her eyes open, staring at the ceiling. "Good morning, Katie," said Amy with a smile.

Suddenly, Katie jolted. She had never made much eye contact or acknowledged them directly. But this particular morning, she reacted like never before. Seeing them both in those brief dresses and stockings with bare thighs and bare knees, seemed to draw her attention. She never looked them straight in the eye for any length of time, yet she seemed to fixate on their legs. Then suddenly, she reached down and pulled up her gown. With one hand, she then ripped the tape from her diaper and let it fall away to reveal her bald pink puffy lips. Then, she raised both her legs, bending her knees until somewhat positioned as if in the stirrups. "Katie go cum-cum?" she said with inquisitive eyes and an interrogative tone into the nothingness.

Both nurses gasped in awe. "Oh mah gawd!" cried Rachael.

Yet Katie kicked against the bed. "Katie go cum-cum!" she cried out again, now with a trace of impatience in her voice.

"Oh mah gawd!" added Amy. "I think she's trying to tell us something! Like... she's ready for her next treatment!"

"Ooooh!" gasped Rachael. "Wait 'til Dr. Lambert hears of this!"