Nurse Betty
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My Bio:
Is baby feeling sick? Nurse Betty has just the thing for you dear. Come over here to the examination table and lay down on your tummy.
I always find a nice enema to get those bowels moving is just what the doctor ordered. I'll have you making a nice fresh poopy in your diaper in no time. And you'll be a good little baby and do everything Nurse Betty tells you to do.
I only take temperatures rectally so you have to squeeze those little butt cheeks together and hold that thermometer tight, Nurse Betty doesn't have time to have to keep starting over. It's also always important for you to get a regular physical, and babies change so quickly, so every time you come to visit my office we will have to check you over from top to bottom. And since I am the only nurse in the office, you know you'll get your physical every visit! And don't try telling mom or dad what we do all alone in my special room, cause they'll never believe you, your just the baby and then next time it will be an ice cold enema for you!
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Medical Roleplay
Nurse-Patient
Sex Education
Examinations - Enemas
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February 18, 2026
When he first came to me, he was all hesitation and quiet curiosity, a grown man peering into a world he’d only fantasized about. I remember the way his eyes widened when I laid out the first array of supplies: not just adult diapers, but choices. Cloth diapers, thick and thirsty, folded with precision. Plastic backed disposables that rustled with every step. And then the satin lined plastic pants, smooth as whispered secrets against the skin. “This is how we begin,” I told him, my voice leaving no room for debate. When he questioned me, […]
February 11, 2026
The crisp, late afternoon light slanted through the blinds, striping the pristine living room carpet. I’d just fluffed the last throw pillow when the familiar, timid knock came at the front door. Not the bell. a knock. He remembered. A small, pleased sigh escaped me. My good girl was trying so hard already and just for me. I unlocked the door to find him standing there, as instructed. His pastel pink dress was covering, but underneath it was fastened to him over the telltale bulkiness beneath that padded his bottom, and a pale yellow pacifier […]