Daily Free-Write May 30, 2020: Doctor's Orders Pt. 4

Continuation of May 29, 2020 "Doctor’s Orders Pt. 3"

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Steven couldn't stop blushing and feeling his thick pink unicorn-themed diaper as he was led waddling into the main room again. If this was a daytime diaper he didn't even want to know how thick the night-time diapers felt. He could hardly believe this was happening to him and he had to keep feeling his diaper to be sure that it was real.

*Crink Crink Crink*

Yup, definitely real.

"Oh! Isn't he just precious?" asked Cheryl. "What do you think, hon?"

"They're perfect," said Ben. "Let's get a case of these and a case of the nighttimes to start."

Steven's jaw dropped. Ben was taking this much further than he ever thought he would.

"I can do that for you hun, but are you sure you don't want to try some of the other diapers we have? A lot of caretakers and littles get very excited and go all in on the first thing they find, but this is just the tip of the iceberg, hon."

"Well," said Ben. "I've done some research and I have some ideas... Do you think you could pull out some recommended diapers and we can go over them after I get this little guy situated?"

"Sure thing, hon. Maybe we can do a mixed case. I can even make you a little sample pack to take home."

In contrast to Ben and Cheryl, Steven was not excited at all. In fact, he couldn't wait to be out of there. He couldn't believe he was standing there in a diaper for all to see, and kept tugging at his shirt to try and hide it with limited success.

"First thing's first, let's grab little Stevie some more comfort objects."

Ben pulled Steven over to a wall of plush animals while Cheryl went about gathering diapers to look at.

"Look at all these cute little buddies," said Ben, in a cutesy excited voice that would have normally grated on Steven. But since Steven was already so emasculated, it just made him feel smaller and he sucked his binky meekly. "Why don't you go pick one out, little guy? Go on, don't be shy..."

He gave Steven a little nudge forward and Steven took a few stumbling steps forward, looking back at Ben with annoyance before turning his attention to the rows of stuffies. This was so stupid. He didn't need a stuffed animal. He was a grown man! But with Ben's encouragement, he looked anyway, and he pointed to a stuffed rabbit that was light brown with a little pink nose. He blushed a bit as he pointed. He didn't want to admit to himself that he actually kind of wanted the bunny.

"Aww! Is that the one you want?" Stevie nodded. "What a good choice, kiddo. That one will be perfect for you."

Ben handed Stevie the little bunny, which he immediately hugged and felt a little better.

"Why don't you hold them while we walk around the store and you can think of a name?"

"Cawwa"

"What's that sweetie? I can't understand you." Ben took out Stevie's pacifier which the man had totally forgotten was even there.

"I said her name is Clara."

"D'awwww," said Ben, practically melting. "That's a perfect name. I can already tell you two are gonna be good friends."

Stevie buried his face in the stuffie, partially out of embarrassment and partially because he needed to hug something right then. But as soon as he looked up his paci was waiting for him in Ben's hand and into his mouth it went.

On the way back to the counter, Ben stopped to pick up the cute unicorn patch shortalls that they had seen earlier as well as a child-safety harness which, much to Steven's dismay, he actually put on steven, along with an extendable leash. It had straps which went around Steven's shoulders and thighs for extra security, and he could only imagine how they would bunch up his pants if he was ever unlucky enough to have to wear the darn thing. And of course Steven fussed at first, but a quick smack to the thigh and a wag of the finger was all it took to subdue him.

"Simmer down, Stevie, think of this as part of your punishment for your bad behavior. It's better than having to hold my hand all the time, at least. Or do you think you can't be trusted with a little bit of freedom to wander?"

Steven just went quiet. There was no winning this argument, and he did want to pick the option with more freedom, as distasteful as it seemed.

Steven was once again directed over to the play corner and his leash was tied around the play-table, while Ben went and talked to Cheryl.

Stevie looked over to see them gabbing away, curious about what they might be talking about. Cheryl was unfolding various diapers and pointing to various features. He always thought a diaper was a diaper, but apparently she had a lot to say on the subject. Ben pointed toward the furniture section, which was ominous for Steven, but he knew Ben wouldn't take it that far... would he?

He wrapped up with Cheryl and brought Stevie up front to thank her for her help.

"T-thanks," he mumbled into his pacifier, still clutching his bunny and looking down at the ground.

"You're very welcome, sweet pea. I hope you enjoy all your new things."

Steven looked  up to Ben with a questioning look on his face.

"I ordered some more things to the house, buddy. They should help you adjust more easily to the changes the doctors want us to make."

"...Wike what?" asked Steven, slowly. He was almost afraid to ask at all.

"Like a changing table for starters. And a few cases of diapers. Cheryl's own husband is incontinent so she knows all about what each diaper is best for. We got a lot of samples to try too buddy, so I can see what goes best on you."

A few cases? Just how long did Ben plan on keeping him in diapers anyway?

Cheryl sent them off with a few packs of diapers, and several samples, and Steven was made to carry them all as part of his punishment. He had to walk through the whole parking lot with his diaper showing, and his arms holding stacks of diapers. He was unable to hide them or cover his shame. Once they finally got to the car, the clothes and diapers were tossed in the back seat next to where Steven would sit, a reminder of what he had in store for him. He was grateful that he at least got to hold Clara for the car trip home. There were also a couple bags that Ben carried, which went in the trunk. Steven wasn't able to get a glance inside them, but he suspected the shortalls were just the start of things. It seemed like Ben was going baby crazy, but maybe he could talk some sense into Ben once he got used to the new medication. Surely the side effects couldn't last that long, could they?

"Okay kiddo, ready to go?"

Stevie nodded, "Weddy!" He was more than ready to be back home where he could collect his thoughts and where nobody could see his crinkly behind.

"Alright, buddy! Next stop, the ice cream shop!"

"Ice cweam shop?!"