Daily Free-Write May 29, 2020: Doctor's Orders Pt. 3

Note: Ta-da! I did it! A free-write for yesterday *and* today for you to enjoy! Lemme know how you like them in the comments! 

Continuation of May 28, 2020 "Doctor’s Orders Pt. 2"

Part 1 Part 2 

Ben noticed the adult sized nursery in the display window, and didn't miss the opportunity to make a comment when he said, "Looks like this store is the perfect starting place for our new arrangement. I think they know how to treat little boys who don't know how to grow up."

Steven had nothing to say to that. Not when he was being led red-faced, barefoot, in a diaper, and sucking his pacifier.

Ben pushed his way through the doors, pulling Steven along with him. The bell went Ding and a friendly sales associate, an older woman with big brown permed hair and half-height spectacles greeted them.

"Well, hiya, y'all! Welcome in. I don't believe I've seen you two here before. Oh! And isn't your boy just so darling?"

Ben smiled and returned the greeting, and Steven wished he would be swallowed up by the floor.

"Remember," whispered Ben out of the side of his mouth. "Best. Behavior."

"And what brings y'all in today?" asked the woman, who introduced herself as Cheryl.

"Well, we had a recommendation from our doctor. You see, Stevie here's been having some serious potty problems, and the medicine they prescribed is gonna make it easier for him to go but... well, he had an accident at the doctor's office already and he might have even less control while he gets used to the new medication so... the doctor said you'd be able to help."

Cheryl listened and nodded like she'd heard this all before. "Yeees, we have just what you're looking for darlin'. Follow me."

She showed them several diaper samples, all of which Ben loved and Steven hated. Ben explained that Steven already had to wear pull-ups to bed, but that the new medicine would make him especially sleepy so he needed a thick night-time diaper to avoid any leaks. Cheryl was more than happy to oblige.

"Dese wook wike baby diapows," whispered Steven, tugging on his boyfriend's shirt sleeve to get his attention.

"These are perfect," said Ben to Cheryl, making sure to look Steven directly in the eye as he held up a babyish night time diaper covered in pastel bears and clouds. The daytime diaper they chose was a thick one with pastel unicorns dancing across the front.

"But pink is fow gowls," whined Steven. "And so awe unicowns."

"No," countered Ben, "boys and girls can wear pink and  unicorns. In fact, I think I saw a super cute pair of overalls hanging up with a unicorn and a rainbow patch on the front pocket!"

"Oh! Yes," said Cheryl, "We'll have to take a look at that as soon as we get your lil' mister situated. But speaking of which, that skimpy medical diaper just won't do. There's a changing table in the back and you can use one of the diapers from the pack if you like. It'll be good to know how it fits anyway."

"That sounds perfect," said Ben, giving Steven a predatory grin before leading him into the back to get changed.

Steven fumed as he lay there on his back for the second time that day as he waited for a diaper. "Dis isn't faiw," he said, crossing his arms and frowning.

"I know it's not, sweetie," said Ben, pressing Steven's paci in an attempt to quiet him. It seemed to work, as Stevie immediately sucked his paci and relaxed a bit. "But this is what you need. You need to trust the grown ups like me, Cheryl and your doctors that we are doing what's best for you. Can you be a mature little man for me and do that? I don't want to treat you like a baby, but if you leave me no choice, I will. That's exactly what I'll do if that's what it takes to get you to take better care of your health."

Ben's long standing enthusiasm for all of this baby treatment, and the fact that he was unfolding a diaper even as he said this led Steven to doubt his words very much, but he thought better of being smart about it and just nodded his head and giving his paci a few more sucks. He would let Ben diaper him in the babyish diaper if it meant an easier time for him later on. But to Steven's surprise, Ben did not take off his medical diaper. Rather, he tore open the backing and slid the new diaper underneath it.

"What awe you doing?!" asked Steven, alarmed.

"It's such a shame to waste a perfectly good diaper, so I'm turning it into a stuffer. Just relax. This will make sure you're even more secure while we look around the store. You don't want to have a leak in public, do you?"

Steven hadn't thought of that, and he realized he didn't want that at all however... "But I don't have accidents during the day!" Steven said, remembering that pull-ups had been just for night time accidents.

"And what do you call the little incident at the doctor's office, mister? If you had been wearing a diaper, you could have avoided all that embarrassment and the big cleanup job for the grownups. And from what the doctor said, they're only going to get worse once we get your pipes flowing again. Now hold still, will you? I can't diaper you with all this wiggling."

Steven's face was red as he felt the diaper come up, spreading his legs wide and keeping them that way as his boyfriend taped first the bottom and then the top tapes safely and securely in place, then ran his fingers around the leg guards to make extra certain the fit was right. Where he'd learned these skills, Steven could only guess. But his attention was mainly focused on just how different the diapers felt from his pull-ups. He had thought the pull-ups he was made to wear to bed felt like his briefs but thicker, but at least he could pretend they were underwear. This diaper was even thicker than that, and with the loud crinkle, and the pronounced waddle the fit gave him, there was no denying that he was in a baby diaper. He doubted his pants would have even fit over the diaper, or if they did, it would certainly have been no secret what he was wearing.

Ben, however, seemed unconcerned with such inconsequential details, and was soon leading his blushing and waddling boyfriend back into the main room of the shop.