In need of a change…

She would never admit it, but waking up to the sensation of bedsheets wasn’t quite as new an experience to her as she would let on. She had always had some issues with bladder control, she wasn’t sure whether it was her healing factor enhancing her metabolism, something to do with the traumatic experienced of her youth, or something else entirely, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing having to sneak around the Xavier Institute with wet bedsheets.

The diaper however was a new experience entirely, and an especially humiliating one at that, the clone could only wince as she looked down at her soaked padding, blushing wildly. The fact the back was wet too, likely a result of the enema, wasn’t helping matters either. She just blushed redder, silently hoping this wasn’t an experience she would get used to.

Before she could ponder the matter any further, a loud voice could be heard across the entire prison block, seemingly over an intercom system.

‘All prisoners, the designated breakfast period has now begun, exit your cells and prepare for inspection.’

Hearing that, the feral mutant whimpered, blushing at the thought of being seen like this, regardless of whether it was her fellow prisoners or not who did. She couldn’t be seen like this!

Still, the intercom made it abundantly clear it wasn’t exactly a choice, a buzzing noise filling the cell block as the gates to each cell opened, causing Laura to debate her options.