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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January 27, 2026
The heavy scent of citrus cleaning spray hung in the air as I finished wiping down the kitchen counter. My house was quiet, spotless, and mine. Everything in its place. Just the way I liked it though it could get a little lonely at times. The only sound was the soft tick-tock of the wall clock in the hall, counting down to when my guest would arrive. He’d called himself a “good girl” on his message, asking so politely if he could come over. I knew what he needed. I always did. The doorbell chimed, a delicate […]
June 19, 2025
The nursery door creaked, a sound Mommy knew by heart all to well, like the first note of their private symphony. She didn’t turn from the window, letting the curtain brush her knuckles as she counted his footsteps. Eleven towards the rocking chair. Always eleven. His diaper crinkled as he settled on the rug, stacking alphabet blocks with clumsy hands. Cherrywood scent clung to him; she’d bathed him in bergamot oil an hour ago, scrubbing beneath his arms with a loofah until his skin pinkened. Mommy knelt beside him, silk robe pooling like a waterfall […]