Biting her lip Karla tried to figure out where she was being taken. She did her best to remember the turns they had taken from her room but after a while it became way too many to keep count off. And once she was loaded into an elevator she was thoroughly lost as they moved several floors.

The brunette whimpered as she pulled at the restraints on her wrists, keeping her hands firmly against the armrests of the wheelchair. Anxiously she moved her head around, constantly flopping around over her neck. Her ankles had also been restrained, keeping her feet planted to the foot rest.

Not only did Karla suspect she was in a part of the facility she had never been in before so she wouldn't know where she was anyway, she had also been blindfolded before they even got her out of bed.

She had been asleep when her room was invaded and was quickly embolized in a wheelchair before she could even realize that several nurses were about to pounce on her.

She had whimpered quite loudly but was threatened by a stern voice that if she made any undesirable noises she would be gagged. So Karla kept quiet as several nurses escorted her to an unknown place in the facility.

Karla didn't know what was going on and never would be fully informed of the truth. As time passed this night would soon prove to just be one of many.

She heard the sound of a doorknob being opened and she could sense she was then wheeled through a thin doorway. She only rolled a few feet before it all stopped and she heard the locks on the wheelchair click closed. The steps of the people who had been rolling her turned and exited behind her, the sound of the door latching telling her they had left her in some kind of room.

Karla was confused as she didn't hear anything for a while, she couldn't help it and began wiggling in her chair, making soft whines as she shifted around uncomfortably.

After a while the door opened behind her very quietly and she heard a pair of footsteps enter before the door was again shut.

"Ah, there she is…" an unfamiliar voice spoke, the sound of footsteps approaching.

Karla tensed up, whining softly to herself as a set of steps separated on either side of her.

"Yes, we got her from bed about ten minutes ago."

That voice was familiar to Karla. It was the head nurse from her floor. The brunette just didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing as the woman seemed rather stern in everything she did.

"And no preparation has been done correct?" The stranger's voice asked, although Karla could tell it was a woman.

"Not yet. But we can do anything you might need or want. She's just straight from bed so she'll need cleaning out for any of those activities." The nurse responded.

Activities? This confused Karla making her groan softly and wiggle in her chair, wondering what was going to happen to her.

"I think I'll just check her out tonight, but maybe I can give her a little cleaning before she goes back. Umm… I see they didn't put any hearing cover on her."

The nurse huffed. "I'll get that. I think they put it in here actually." The sound of her shuffling around followed.

"Yeah I didn't realize… I don't want to freak her out by talking about plans in front of her."

Hearing this Karla made more noise and wiggled, proving she was indeed uncomfortable hearing them speak about her. A small agreement came from the nurse followed by more shuffling. She then announced she had found 'it' and returned to Karlas side with the stranger.

"White noise should do. But we can get other sounds for you." Said the nurse.

"Oh no, it's fine. As long as she's comfortable with it and it blocks everything out."

The nurse chuckled softly. "Well I don't really care if she likes it, just as long as it does its job…"

At this point Karla heard some sort of soft sound, like a rustling, and after just a second it moved closer until it was very close to her ear. The brunette twisted her head when she felt the gentle placement of headphones over her ears, the top strap resting over her head. This moved them slightly but they were quickly fixed and fitted over her ears, drowning out any sounds around her with white noise.

Karla then wiggled around uncomfortably for several minutes with no idea as to what was going on or being said around her. It freaked her out but she couldn't do anything about it.

Unknown to Karla, the nurse and stranger kept talking and setting up the plan for the evening, now without Karlas ears listening to them.

"I think I'll just do a little exam and check her out, the rest can wait till next time… And before we send her back to bed I'll give her a little flush, what do you say?"

"It's whatever you want." The nurse had said. "Lets get her moved, she's small so I think we can handle it."

Out of the unknown Karla felt herself be unbuckled from the seat and two strong forces lifted her under each arm, standing her up from the chair. She found her footing on the smooth tile floor but it really didn't matter as they lifted her and she basically floated the whole way there, her socks dragging just barely.

She was then seated and quickly laid down on a hospital type bed where her hands and feet were restrained on straps with gentle slack, allowing just enough for her to move and get a bit more comfortable on her own. But she could not even start an attempt to roll over and get out of the bed. It was minimal with her hands staying laid next her head palms up and her feet spread apart to the corners of the bed.

Being down and unaware of her surroundings Karla tested her restraints as she waited vulnerable for something to happen.

She felt the bed dip beside her, somebody sitting down next to her. The person then extended a hand and placed it on her belly, rubbing it and caressing it softly.

She groaned feeling the touch and pulled at her straps, obviously making it nowhere as the hand slid up and down her torso, sliding across the base of her neck and down her chest, stopping just short of her crotch.

It touched for a long while and she was curious what was being said, nervously curious. She could not recall a time that she was touched like this before.

Another hand joined and they played around her hip area, sometimes pulling at the band of her sweatpants.

Her shirt was always tucked in on the account that it was actually a onesie. Under her pants the shirt extended before buttons clasped between her legs, closing around her private areas. This gave her top an always tucked in appearance and was done to keep patients orderly as loose shirts always seemed to rise up showing the waistline of their sweatpants. So if pants sag or slip down it can show off body parts that the facility wanted to almost be unmentioned outside of diaper changes.

That was the only thing kept under everybody's onesie, whether they used it or not it was a protection measure.

This outfit allowed for pants to be lowered and the simple onesie buttons to be freed, allowing access to diapers for checks and changes. This way patients remained relatively clothed and covered, while minimizing the amount of unwanted stripping. It also allowed for diaper changes that kept patients wearing their shirts unlike other full body onesies.

Karla whined as her pants were then slowly pulled down to around her knees. This was not the usual procedure for nightly diaper checks and changes, they were always performed in her room in bed. However both of them were performed without her input on whether she wanted it or needed it. Her onesie was unbuttoned and moved out of the way before a hand squeezed the crotch of her diaper. Simultaneously her groin was groped as a second hand then applied a firm downward force just above the line of her diaper.

Karla did not know the intentions of the hands, but the firm pressure and massaging gave her the strong urge to use the bathroom. Even if she wanted to, Karla wouldn't be able to hold her bladder, or her bowels for that matter as she was incontinence in both places. Unable to stop it Karla started to leak, the diaper soaking up her urine as she uncontrollably wet herself. The hand touching her private areas made this even more embarrassing than it already was during the day, at least then she could hide the dribbling in her pants.

Now it was out on display for anyone in the room to see. And Karla had no clue if more people had joined them or not as she had no senses to tell.

Karla cried out in embarrassment, feeling the relaxation of her anus also letting go of an unwanted bowel leakage, Karlas weak sphincter being the cause for her being unable to hold anything.

As the blue stripe on the front of her diaper showed she was indeed wet, as if the sound and feeling of the warmth hadn't already told everyone, the tabs on her diaper were unfastened and her accidents were revealed.

She was shaking with embarrassment as she was left exposed for a long time.

But finally a set of hands returned, four hands working simultaneously to clean her in an orderly fashion, wiping her and lifting her legs to remove the dirty diaper, a disposable moisture soaking pad then laid beneath her bottom. She was cleaned in excess it seemed, at least a lot longer then she usually was, some care was actually taken to clean her. She was cleaned with wet wipes thoroughly and then dried by the gentle dabbing of a soft cloth all around her crotch and anus.

For a sustainable period her legs were then lifted in the air, ankle restraints having been removed during the process, but she felt no touching anywhere else. If she had been able to hear the sounds in the room around her she would have heard the sound of latex gloves being stretched on…

With her legs back in diaper position, her bottom slightly angling upwards, she felt the familiar gloves spreading her behind, her anus receiving a thuroe visual inspection. Unconsciously she tried to squeeze, her bottom flinching and winking at its examiner, it really just ended up showing off her weak anal sphincter. A gentle spreading of the anus using some gloved thumbs easily made it open, showing that Karla had basically no control whatsoever.

After her spreading and visual examination Karla had yet to feel anything actually touch her anus, only touches near it, but that would soon change.

Her left cheek was pulled to the side exposing her hole, only seconds later a thermometer slid in. It went deep in her rectum in search for the best temperature reading, and Karla felt it being gently supported from the outside as she dealt with the wait of it getting up to temperature.

She had experienced this before, which didn't mean she necessarily liked it, but she had experience with the sensations of a cold, glass, lubricated, thermometer penetrating her bottom.

After a while she felt it pull out, as if it was grabbed by the tip with a thumb and index finger and was smoothly evacuated in a straight line. She moaned feeling it slide out so perfectly and after a quick wipe cleaning a little mess it pulled out with it, she was allowed to return her legs flat to the bed.

There was a pause before she was given momentary freedom as she was flipped over to her belly, her arms and ankles then returning to their restraints.

This position was a bit more comfortable to her as she felt less exposed with her face in the mattress, despite her bare bottom being out. Although on her back her privates had been exposed upwards to the air, so that also made it worse.

From either side her thighs were gently spread and her bottom was caressed for a while, every so often her cheeks being spread to look at her anus, thumbs occasionally extending to pull her loose hole open.

After a stent of having her bottom played with, her hips were lifted up and the front side of a clean diaper slid under her crotch. Karla just laid there after that waiting to be redressed properly, but she had to wait quite a while.

Yet before she could get buttoned up in her onesie they had one more plan for her.

Karla moaned in surprise when a finger heavily lubricated her anus, one big glob smeared across her hole. She began panting wondering why she needed such a thing. She had hoped the answer was that it was just some diaper cream to protect her from those awful rashes she gets, but of course she had no such luck.

Her butt was spread and she felt something touch her hole, except it didn't stop. It pressed forward into her rectum before she felt a swirling in her behind as it was filled with water. She groaned as it slid in, flinching with fright at its suddenness. She couldn't hear how loud she was being, but she calmed down realising it was just an enema, she had also had a number of those intended to clean her bottom before it could leak.

The bulb pulled out and she relaxed, expecting now to be diapered up. However she was still in for three more of the large bulbs of water squeezed up her butt before they would finally be done with her.

She tried to relax, pushing her face into the mattress and moaning as she received the rest. And because she was respectful she carefully arched her back to make it easier for the bulb to be delivered as she did her best to hold the liquid.

They diapered her up after that and fixed her clothes before taking her out of the restraints and putting her back in the wheelchair. With the headphones and blindfold still in place she felt her neck be caressed several times, fingers running down her chest and stomach to give her crotch one more squeeze. After that she felt the wheels unlock and she took another long ride back to her room.

She did her best not to make any sounds but she couldn't help it as her bottom emptied itself on the way back.

Karla was put back in her bed and the headphones were taken away, the sudden noise change being very shocking. But the blindfold was kept.

"Just let it all out." A familiar nurse's voice soothed, but it wasn't the head nurse.

Her diaper was very full at the end and after a change and a clean the blindfold was taken and she was allowed to rest alone. Karla contemplated what had just happened. Why had she been taken in the middle of the night to have her senses deprived, physically pushed to urinate herself, have her rectal temperature taken, and get an enema? It didn't make sense.

But this was only the beginning, this was only the first of many nights she'd be whisked from her room for questionable reasons. She would eventually find out why, but not until it moved passed questionably timed medical practices. She would discover why the event had focused on her private areas with each new nightly experience. And eventually she would discover who the stranger was and why she was there.