Blushing bright red with embarrassment, you turn your head away from the audience and try to ignore them. Maybe, if you make a BAD enough and BORING enough show, then the people putting this thing on, will have no choice but to end the show and release you.
You are about to find out that it's just not that simple.
After several minutes, you hear the woman's voice speak, once more.
"Uh Oh. Looks like Baby's not feeling well. Not to worry, Nursy is here to check up on him, and get him feeling better."
'oh no!' you think, opening your eyes, wide.
A few moments later, you look over to the edge of the stage, to see a tall woman dressed in a sexy nurse's uniform, walking onto the stage. She looks large and in charge, but still very sexy and effeminate.
A moment later, she comes over to your cradle, and starts cooing at you in baby talk.
"Awwe," she says, "Is baby not feeling well?"
With that, she undoes the covers with little effort. (Something which, with all your own strength, you weren't even able to budge.) Next, she walks you across the stage to a bed, where she sits down, and drapes you across her ample, beautiful, lap. You try to struggle away, but a quick slap on your wet, diapered, bottom, forces you to calm down. Next, to the great aproval of the audience, she pulls open your diaper, before sticking a thermometer up your butt.
The audience is loving it, but you are blushing bright red, trying not to cry. However, by the time she pulls the thermometer out, you have begun to cry. She holds it up to the audience, declaring:
"Uh oh, looks like Baby has a fever!"
You blush bright red with both embarrassment and anger-you actually feel fine, medically, this is of course, just part of the show.
Next, she closes up your wet diaper, and wraps two more, larger, diapers, over it, before carrying you over to high chair. Next, she gets out a spoon full of some sort of medicine, bringing it towards your mouth.
"Now, now, Sweety."She says, her tone both cheerful but stern, "Take your medicine. It is just to help you go potties!"
You sit there, frozen.
"Now, now," her tone grows harsher, "if Baby doesn't behave, Nursy will have to take harsher measures!"
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