March 17, 2021

Note: The tone and pacing is a bit different than I intended. I feel like when I'm sleepy, my stories get a lot more... aggressive. Nini all!  

Continuation of August 6, 2020 “Sam’s Problem”

“He’s getting used to his diapers,” said the husband to the doctor. “We’ve had him in them for a week, and he’s been a real trooper. Doesn’t even put up a fuss anymore, isn’t that right, pooper?”

“Yeah,” mumbled Sam, sitting on the padded exam table with his knees drawn up to his chest. In his open-back hospital gown and with the thick plastic garment crinkling barely covered by the paper-thin material, he felt exposed and uncomfortable. And anyway, he was annoyed his husband was right. Despite his wishes, diapers were becoming routine for him. And so was filling them without control several times a day.

“I don’t get it,” Sam said, finally. “I’ve never had problems in the past.”

His hubby just shrugged and shook his head, looking over to the Doctor. “But he has them now. Can’t keep his pampers clean for the life of him. I was hoping you could talk some sense into him, Doc.”

The doctor nodded sagely.

“Well, I think we’re gonna have to look at what’s going back there before I can see anything for certain,” said the kindly old man. “Do you think we could get him on his back?”

The doctor looked hopefully at Sam who just scowled and buried his head in his forearms.

“I got this,” said the husband. “On your back, Sam. Come on, bud. I’m not playing, here. The doctor needs to look at your tushy…”

“You tell that doctor to keep his hands to himself,” said Sam, annoyed that nobody seemed to be talking to him, despite the fact that he refused to talk to them first.

“Sam, this isn’t optional. Get on your back now.”

Sam wasn’t listening. The husband Grabbed his shoulder and his legs and before he knew it, Sam was airborne. He landed on his back and Sam quickly strapped his legs into the stirrups.

“Nurse training,” he said to the astonished doctor. The chest strap and arm restraints quickly followed. “Told you we’d need ‘em.”

“Hey! Lemme out!” yelled Sam.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but we need to see what’s happening back there if we’re gonna help you out. Let the nice doctor do his work. You want to get better, don’t you?”

Sam scowled and huffed, but finally just looked away. It was the closes thing anyone was going to get to a concession from him.

“Well,” said the Doctor, putting on a glove. “Buckle up, cowboys, because we’re going to find out what’s going on back there!”

He lifted up Sam’s gown and untaped the man’s diaper. Sam was painfully embarrassed that he was in this position. He didn’t belong in diapers. He didn’t even belong in pull-ups. That was just something he tried to indulge his husband, but now he felt like he would never get his undies back again.

“Oh, my, is he having wetting problems too?” asked the Doctor.

“Oh yes. Mostly it happened when he had a bowel movement, but lately, it seems like he’s not even trying to make it to the toilet.”

“Good, good,” said the doctor. “It’s important for incontinent people to accept that they just aren’t going to use a toilet. The diapers are what they need and diapers are what hey must use,”

“That makes sense to me,” said Sam’s other half. “Does it make sense to you, bubby?”

He looked down to Sam, who looked close to tears.

“Aww, sweetie,” said his husband, kissing Sam’s forehead. Shhh shhhh shhhh… there, there. I’ll be here the whole time while the nice man checks your bum, okay?”

Sam nodded, a tear falling from his eye, and his husband wiped it away.

Meanwhile, the doctor had lubed up his hand and was preparing to introduce an angry goose into the equation.

“What is he doing back there?” asked Sam. “It feels warm…”

“I’m just putting a little numbing gel on your backside. This procedure can be a little painful but it should make things much easier for you afterward.”

Sam whimpered and nodded, as the doctor continued to slather numbing cream on his backside, and even began to push his gloved fingers into Sam’s hole to help numb that area too.

“This is called the Lord’s Stretch,” said the Doctor, as he began to push his steepled fingers into Sam’s backside, stretching him wider than he’d ever been stretched. “It’s been used for a long time for people with backdoor problems. It fell out of favor because it carries a high risk of incontinence, but I think we’re already there.”

Sam’s husband nodded. “Yes, I think so.”

“But isn’t that just going to make it worse?” asked Sam, trying and failing to sit up and see what was going on.

“No, it’ll make it better,” said his husband. “Now you won’t have to worry about trying to make it to the toilet. This procedure will help solve your problem, just like I said.”

Sam struggled half-heartedly but he knew his husband was probably right. After a week of filling his pampers with mush at the dinner table, in bed, or wherever he was, he had little hope of getting back to ‘normal’.

“I’m so glad we had a chance to talk this over before we came,” said Sam’s husband. “You don’t know how much peace of mind this gives me.”

“Well, I’m happy to help,” said the doctor, grunting with effort as he pushed to get his hand in bast the thumb joint.

“Oh no,” said Sam. “I think I gotta go! I can’t hold it… please… put my diaper back on before I-”

“Don’t worry about it,” said the Doctor. “Just relax. I’m sure it’s just he pressure of my fist inside of you. It takes some getting used to…”

“Used to?! I hope not. I’m barely used to crapping myself three times a day! Please, take it out! I don’t want to mess myself in front of everyone.”

“It’s okay,” said the Doctor, rotating his hand, and causing Sam to moan. “If you make a mess we will clean it up.”

Just then, the doctor’s hand moved putting pressure on Sam’s prostate and bladder and causing him to release his urine.

“Hmm, seems weak up there. I can give you some pills to help complete that atrophy. Better than being halfway there. I think you’ll find him much easier to care for after that.”

Sam’s husband look like he was taking notes.

“Oh god,” said Sam. “Did I just piss myself?”

“Yes you did, sweet pea,” said his husband before turning back to the doctor and asking, “Should I learn how to do this too?”

“Oh yes,” said the doctor. You should do this with him every night. I’ll give you all the numbing cream you need. Just make sure to feed him his pills and keep fisting him and he’ll be happy in his nappies in no time.”

“Thanks Doctor, but I think I need ‘hands on’ practice.”

Sam had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Or maybe that was just the doctor’s fist leaving his rectum as his boyfriend prepared to take his turn plundering Sam’s asshole.

This was going to be a long examination.

After what seemd like an eternity of having his butthole passed back and forth between them, with the doctor making ample commentary, the examination mercifully came to an end.

“Okay, here’s your prescription. By the way, would you like something to help prevent erections from him? Since he’s in a diaper full-time and being looked after, I don’t suppose it would be very useful anyway.”

“Oh goodness, that would be a godsend. The little pooper’s erections just get in the way of my diaper changes and you’re right, he’s not going to be using that thing any time soon, if ever.”

“It does have some side effects… if can make him leak copious amounts of precum, and even ejaculate without control or warning. He’ll definitely need to be thickly padded if he starts on that regimen”

“Is it pleasurable for him?”

“Oh, very. We find that patients who use it often find that they develop an infatuation with diapers and find that they no longer have a desire for conventional sex. The satisfaction rates with diapers after a good month on it.”

“We’d better go for it. The little stinker is probably grumpy because he hasn’t got to cum all week. He just hates the diapers so much. I think this’ll be good for him. Anyway, I don’t hear him complaining.”

This was a joke and the both of them chuckled. They had, of course, long since gagged the whiny Sam so they could explore his hole freely, without interruption.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” said his husband. “I’m going to take such good care of you when we get back home. You won’t have anything to worry about.”

Sam wasn’t so sure.

*****

A week later, Sam was laying in bed, whimpering as he looked between his legs at his thick diapers. He just couldn’t close his legs at all in this new setup.

“Aww, is the little boy getting fussy for his baba?”

Sams husband walked in with a warm bottle of milk, which he tested on the back of his wrist. A lot of changes had happened since the doctor visit, and Sam found himself feeling more and more helpless as his urine and semen production increased, while his diapers grew and grew.

“Well, open up, then, and you can make lots of peepees and creamies while drinking up for Dada.”

Sam didn’t like his husband using that term, but he was too busy sucking down the milk and medicine to speak up. He could already feel another wave of euphoria come as his husband rubed his forehead, cheeks, neck, body, belly. All the way down to his diaper bulge. He moaned and thrust as the stimulation increased. He was already filling the diaper with precum, leaving it slick and even more fun to rub.

“There you go, sweetie, just drink up.”

Sam made the tiniest little noise and his diapers filled up with mush as he was drinking.

“That’s my little stinker,” said his husband as he watched the seat of Sam’s diaper expand. “Such a good pooper, you are! I’m so glad I decided to make you my little diaper baby after we married.”

Sam’s eyes widened. So his husband had been behind it all along. He tried to get angry, but the truth was, he didn’t care anymore. He loved his diapers. He loved making creamies all day long. And he loved all the attention and care he got from his husband.

He squeezed his eyes shut and grunted as he worked to help empty himself. It felt so good when he did that, and he began to squeeze his legs, trying to close them and lower the intensity of the stimulation, but it was no use. It was getting ready to overwhelm him. Second later he was gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as he managed to dump yet another sizeable load of semen into the front of his diaper. It felt so good. Good enough to leave him dazed and dumb after.

“Just like a little cow, you are,” said the husband. Some of the medicine that Sam took was even the same as on those human cow farms, so it was more apt than Sam knew.

Sam loved his babas. He loved his diapers. He loved making stickies in his diapers. So he really didn’t mind that his husband was drawing the empty bottle away and tucking him into his crib once more.  He was completely content as he drifted off to sleep in his adult nursery. And of course, so was his husband.