The nurse looks at you, "When was the last time you had a bowel movement?"
"Um..." You shift your head, unable to recall. Was it three days ago? Five? A week or two? Finally, you shrug, your face flushing with embarrassment.
The nurse sighs and clicks her tongue before responding, "Ah well, don't worry, I've got just the thing." She takes your hoof, and you follow her into another room; once you're in, she closes the door behind you. She opens up a cabinet and pulls out a couple of objects. "Please lie down on that table," she instructs as she unwraps the items.
Unsure of what will happen next, you hop onto the soft, paper-covered examination table. Soon, the nurse brings over a box of laxatives and what looks like...
Catching the look on your face, the nurse pony says, "Yes, it's a diaper. I'm sorry, but with the amount of waste you've apparently been holding, our toilets would clog. This really is the cleanest way."
With that she slides the pure white garment beneath you and folds it around your waist, snugly securing the four tapes. The plasticy garment crinkles as you sit up, and you admit to yourself that the warm plushness hugging your rear actually feels pretty good.
"Now, I need you to take this," the nurse instructs, a glass of water held between her hooves. In the bottom you can see the last of one of the laxative tablets dissolving. "Drink up," she says cheerily, "Notify me when you're erm...ready." With that she exits the room, closing the door behind her. With nothing else to do, you quickly drink down the dissolved laxative.
You sit in the examination room for a while while you wait for the laxative to take effect, all the while getting bored. You hop up and pace around, looking at magazines and posters. Eventually you feel a rumbling in your gut; as time wears on it slowly gets more and more intense, until one particularly strong cramp makes you stop your pacing.
You feel strong pain in your belly, and you instinctively squat, spreading your hind legs apart slightly. Almost immediately you feel your gut clench as you push a large amount of horse apples into your diaper. As the medicine finally takes effect, all you can do is push and let nature take its course. You can feel the warm mess flow into the garment, pressing up against your bottom and making the diaper sag. After a minute or two of pushing, the cramping temporarily subsides, and you feel very tired. By now the whole back and bottom of your diaper is full (you don't know how much more it can take), but you feel nowhere near empty. Just how long had you been holding it, anyway? You shake your head. Regardless, the warm, squishy diaper does feel really good.
Before you can do anything else, you hear a noise. Looking up, you see a pink earth pony with a curly magenta mane, standing in an open doorway. "Whoopsie, I didn't know this room was occupied! I'll just-" suddenly, she perks up and rushes over. "Ohmygosh, you must be new here! I'm Pinkie Pie, what's your name?" She holds out a hoof for a shake, seemingly unaware of the fact that you are in a very loaded diaper. "Wait, lemme guess! Is your name...Orange Pekoe? Peachy Keen? Oh, I know! It's Orange Sherbet, isn't it? Wait! I'll bet it's..."
While Pinkie Pie talks, you feel another clench in your abdomen. You know you have to relieve yourself some more, but she doesn't seem like she's going anywhere at the moment. Should you get her to leave? Should you just go where you are? What should you do?
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