Daily Free-Write May 31, 2021: Doctor's Orders Pt. 5

Continuation of May 30, 2021 "Doctor’s Orders Pt. 4"

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Steven had a pants shitting moment when he realized he was going to still go to the ice cream shop. At least, he would have if he had been wearing pants. Ben had taken those from him as punishment for 'acting out'. And now he was sitting in the back seat sucking his binky in alarm as he was driven toward another opportunity for public humiliation.

"Can't we just go home? I don't weally want ice cweam."

"Nonsense. You love ice cream. Besides, you look so cute in your new diapers I just have to show you off.

Soon, they were parking in front of Svenson's Ice Cream Shop, a popular local spot where everyone went in the evenings to enjoy delicious hand-made ice cream. And to see and be seen. Despite Steven's vehement protests, he was dragged out of the car by the leash in nothing but a t-shirt, a diaper, and his body harness.

"But there are families there!" he whined. "And... evewwyone in the neighbowhood will see me!"

"Well, you should have thought of that before you turned your nose up at your pretty new shortalls," countered Ben.

Thomas didn't know what to say. It would be almost as embarrassing to be dragged in in some girly shortalls, but at least it would cover his diaper...

"F-fine.... I'll wear da cwoves."

"That's my good boy," said Ben, going around to the trunk and grabbing the garment.

"Can I at weast take my pacifiow out?"

"Well, okay, I'll take that," said Ben, pausing as he reached to take out the pacifier. "But no fussing, or it goes right back in until you have your ice cream. Okay?"

Steven nodded, happy that his humiliating punishment was coming to an end. He might even end up looking close to normal. He was expecting to have to take his shoes off to get them on but to his surprise, Ben unsnapped some buttons in the crotch and legs and he was able to slide the whole thing down over Steven and button it back up.

"What's with the buttons?"

"Easier diaper checks, of course!" said Ben.

Of course. Steven rolled his eyes but knew better than to push his luck by being a smart Alec. It was when the child harness went back on that he protested.

"Hey! Not this again. I don't need a child harness."

"I think we've already established that you don't know what you need, little man. You just stop fussing or I can put your paci right back where it belongs."

Steven grumbled to himself but simmered down and let Ben cinch up the straps. He looked down at himself. The straps bunched the legs up around his crotch, emphasizing the outline of his diaper like a big neon sign. It was obscenely obvious that he was padded like a big baby, and he did not like it one bit.

"No... no it's too obvious..."

"Shhh.... you need to get over your embarrassment, buddy. You're incontinent. You need diapers. If other people don't like it then too bad."

Steven kept fussing even as he was drug into the shop by the leash, and finally Ben sighed and shoved the soother into his boyfriend's mouth to shut him up. It worked. Steven went quiet and calmed down - for about half a second. That was how long it took for him to notice that everyone in the shop was staring at him. He had caused more of a scene than he intended to with his fussing nod; all eyes were on the man in the unicorn shortalls and child harness with an obvious diaper bulge and sucking on a binky. He whimpered.

"Calm down, sweetie," said Ben. Just hug Clara.

"Cwara?" Steven looked down and saw that he was clutching his stuffed rabbit and he didn't even know it. Despite his evident embarrassment of appearing childlike to those around him, he immediately hugged his bunny tight and closed his eyes. It actually made him feel better - safe - to have someone to hold while he waited in line. The combination of the snug diaper, the soothing pacifier, and the comforting stuffie took Steven's mind off the present moment and soon, it was his turn to pick out his flavor.

"You wanna pick out your flavor, sweetie? Can you point?" Ben spoke in a high voice, as if he was talking to a small child or animal.

Steven pointed to plain vanilla. A boring flavor but at least one he was familiar with. Ben told them to add a scoop of bubblegum flavored ice cream to the top. The cashier seemed to think Steven was special needs and he chatted and chuckled about what it was like to take care of Steven. Steven was almost used to this by now, and that alarmed him when he realized it. When it came time to hold the ice cream, his paci was taken out and Clara was stuffed in the bib of his shortalls with her head and paws sticking up over the top.

"Two cones?" asked Steven when his paci was taken out and he was handed two cones.

"sure, buddy," said Ben, putting his wallet away as he led the boy off to the side and away from the register. "Ice cream isn't just for little boys or girls like you. Grown-ups like it too! I just need you to hold mine for just a sec." Ben got down on one knee, but Steven was still focused on his word choice.

"Little? I'm twenty-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But your punishment isn't over. You still need to prove to me that you're an adult worthy of adult privileges and responsibilities.

"I am an adult, and I can prove-"

*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*

"W-what are you doing?!"

Ben had unsnapped half of the crotch snaps before Stevie knew what hit him.

"Just checking your diaper, sweetie."

There was nothing Steven could do to stop him. Not with his hands both bolding pointed ice cream-cones. He couldn't even set them down to cover himself.

Ben gave the front of Steven's diaper a few firm squeezes, causing him to gasp before declaring him dry loud enough for anyone close by to hear them. He then buttoned the shortalls back up and gave Steven a pat on the butt.

"Okay, kiddo, let's go home."

Steven was at a loss for words. His face was red, as he was led away, and it only got redder when he noticed a group of high school or young college students laughing and pointing. Steven never felt so out of control in his life. He was being made a fool of and there was nothing he could do about it.