Daily Free-Write January 8, 2021

Continued from August 9, 2020, "Nick and Doug"

"Come on, Nicky. Come out of the car." 

"Don't wanna!"

The large border collie held the back door of the car open. Nicky, a smaller yellow lab sat in there with his arms crossed and refused to budge. 

Doug sighed. Nicky had been stubborn all day. Doug had to fight just to get him to wear a diaper to the Doctor's office. 

"Look, I know you don't like to do to the doctor's, but you need to see him. Both for your foot *and* your bladder problem."

The smaller yellow lab just scowled. "No! I don't want the doctor to see them." 

"That's it, I'm coming in there. Don't think I won't punish you for this later, pup. You've already racked up quite a rap sheet." 

The big dog crawled in and sat next to the yellow lab. Before his boyfriend could say a word, Doug had him unbuckled and over his lap. 

"No, Daddy! No! I'll be good! I'll be good! No spankies please!" 

"You brought this on yourself, sprout," said the older dog, grimly. Nicky's shorts were then down around his knees, and the back of his diaper came down as well. A volley of smacks across Nicky's rear end had him struggling and yelping as the older dog laid down the law. 

"Now are we gonna have any more trouble, sprout?" 

Nicky shook his head. 

"Are you gonna be a good boy and listen to Daddy and the doctor?"

Nicky nodded, sniffling. 

"Alright, then. Hup we go!" Doug helped his boyfriend out of the car and carried him to the hospital, where they found wheelchairs available for them near the entrance. Nicky was still to busy sniffling and feeling sorry for himself to be embarassed as he was wheeled into the elevator with a prominent diaper bulge showing between his legs. By the time they got to the pediatric wing, he was returning to his normal self, and as he looked around, he slowly realized that he was the oldest patient in the waiting room by quite a few years. 

"Uh... Da.. er... Doug... What are we doing here?" 

"You really gonna test me now, Sprout? You know what you're allowed to call me. If you want to ask, you ask properly." 

Nick cowed his head and blushed, the top of his muzzle growing hot. 

"Um... Da.. Daddy...," he squeaked out in a way that almost made Doug's heart melt and soften his resolve. "Why are we in... *the baby hospital*?" He whispered this last part with his hands by his snout and his Daddy couldn't stifle a grin. He leaned in and spoke, whispering the last word. "I think you can answer that for yourself, *baby*." 

Nick's eyes went wide and his blush increased tenfold. The big dog ruffled his headfur and gave it a kiss before turning to the front desk to sign in. 

"Yes. I'm here for Dr. Rückfall. Yes, first time. Okay, thank you." 

He grabbed hold of Nicky's wheelchair and wheeled him over to the play area in the corner. 

"I have to fill out some paperwork, sprout. Why don't you keep yourself occupied and play here." 

"I'd rather play with my phone," Nicky muttered.

"Yeah, you're not getting that back for quite some time, little guy, so you'd better get used to playing with toys like these. Papa isn't happy with your behavior these past 24 hours." 

Nicky's ears flattened and he reached out toward the table in front of him grab some blocks and guide them around their wire track."

"Atta boy," said Doug with a satisfied grin, putting his paw on the younger fur's head and rubbing it. Nick tried to jerk away, and looked up at his boyfriend in annoyance, but Doug, seemingly unperturbed, just did it anyway, and walked off looking pleased with himself. 

A young fur nearby giggled. "Is that your papa?" he asked. 

Nick crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Hhhhh... yes. He's my *pawpa*." He said through his teeth. 

"hehehe, that's so funny!" said the fox kit. "You look like a big dog, but you must be a baby cause you're in a *diaper*!" 

Nick's ears flew up and his eyebrows flew up. He'd forgotten about it in his anger, and when he looked down he could see just how obvious it was. His paws quickly dove down to cover the front of his shorts and he hunched over and looked around to see who was paying attention. 

"Caleb, you stop that!" called a heavy-set woman seated nearby. "You know better than to comment on other peoples' differences. He can't help it if he needs diapers."

'Oh god. Oh god. Please Shut up. Just please shut up,' thought Nick. The well intentioned mother was just making this humiliating situation worse.

"Apologize the the poor puppy right this instant." 

"Sorry..." said the fox kit, casting his eyes down and flattening his ears. 

"That's better," said momma fox. "Now play nice or you won't be playing with anything at all." 

"Okay, mama. I'll play nice!" he said, his ears popping back up. Then he looked up at Nick and said "Baby" just loud enough for him to hear. 

Nicky whimpered as he felt more liquid trickle into his diaper. He really did feel like a baby. What was wrong with him? 

"H-hey, don't cry, puppy," said Caleb, his face going from a mischievous smile to one of open concern. "I didn't mean it. Look, let me teach you a game. Check this out." 

The fox kit took a crayon and a blank piece of paper and made a bunch of dots and drawing a line connecting two of them. 

The distractable pup was soon engrossed in the game the little kit was teaching him, and in no time at all he was wagging his tail as they took turns trying to close the most boxes and put their initials inside. 

Doug smiled to himself. That pup sure knew how to make friends. It didn't seem like there was anyone in the world who didn't like Nick once they got to know him. And then he thought maybe he should get Nicky some friends his own age. At least mentally. Other littles who could connect with him on the same level. 

The two dogs were engrossed in their own worlds so it took a few times of hearing Nicky's name called before they realized it was their turn.

"Oh! Right here. Coming." Doug hustled to grab Nicky's wheelchair and wheel him through the door and into the doctor's office. 

"Let's check his height and weight," said the bunny Nurse who led them to a scale outside the doctor's office. 

"Come on, up we go kiddo. Careful now," said Doug, helping Nicky up out of his seat. 

Nicky seemed a bit panicked, with his ears folded back and fear in his eyes as he was helped up. 

"Daddy," he whined as quietly as he could, "she'll see!" 

Doug knew that Nicky still wasn't used to going out of the house in a diaper, but he wasn't about to encourage Nicky's worries.

"Nicky, the nurse sees patients in diapers all the time. It's nothing to be ashamed of, especially not here." 

"He's right, sweetie," said the bunny. "Don't you worry about a thing. It's just another kind of underwear to us." 

Nicky looked to the two adults, and nodded his understanding, looking down as he stood there on the scale, his weight fully resting on his un-injured foot. 

"Okay, 5'5" 120 lbs. My a bit skinny for his age, isn't he?"

"I try to feed him, but the little fella eats like a bird.'  

"Well, Dr. Rückfall might have some advice to help you put some pounds on your pup." 

"He'd certainly look cuter with a little belly," said Doug. "If that's even possible." 

He tickled Nicky's tummy making him giggle. Suddenly, nick's eyes went wide as he realized they were beginning to tease and baby him.

"Daaad! Stopppp!" 

Doug gave him a sly look. 

"Now are you really gonna tell me what to do after all the trouble you caused, puppy?" 

"But, I-" 

"No more buts, kiddo. I swear I'm going to have to get you a pacifier. Don't think I won't!"

Nicky shut up at that. He couldn't imagine stepping out of the house with such an infantile accessory in his maw.

"I'm sorry," he said to the nurse. "He's a little cranky today." 

"Don't worry, happens all the time," she said, laughing it off. 

"Now let's get you two into the doctor's office. We'll have a little more privacy there. Would you like that, Nicky?"

Nick nodded, and allowed his papa to pick him up and carry him over to the padded exam table where he was plopped down on the crinkly paper. 

The nurse took his temperature and blood pressure and recorded the numbers down. 

"Alright, we're all set. Nicky can strip down to his underwear. The doctor will be here soon." The nurse turned and left.

"Thank you," called Doug, and he immediately had Nicky's shirt up and over his head.

"Heyyy!"

Nicky's shorts were pulled off while he was distracted, and then his shirt came the rest of the way off. Doug chuckled.

"Not giving you a chance to fight this time, sprout!" 

"You think you're sooo smart," said Nicky, crossing his arms and huffing.

"I know I am. You can't outsmart Papa, little guy." 

Nicky looked down at the babyish diaper covered in cute pups. The bones had all disappeared from view and were replaced by yellow. It was obviously swollen, much to his embarassment. The worst thing was, he didn't even remember wetting it! 

"Daddy, can't I at least change?"

"No, Nicky. The doctor is going to take off your diaper anyway so you just hang tight." 

"Okay," Nicky said, sighing in defeat. 

"I don't know why you're so upset. Yesterday you begged for diapers!"

"You *made* me!" Nicky whined. "With your... tickle attacks!"

"You still said it," said Doug. "And I can always make you say it again if you forget!" He gave his boyfriend a little tickle and a kiss on the neck, and Nick began to wag despite himself. 

"Don't you ever feel embarassed for being you, kiddo. You got that?"

Doug booped Nicky on the nose, and Nicky went cross-eyed, blinking in surprise. 

"Yeah..." he said, quietly. "I got it, Papa."  

"And if anyone ever gives you a hard time, they'll have me to answer to!" declared Doug, pointing a thumb at his chest. 

"That's good, pawpa, but-" Nicky was looking over Doug's shoulder now and gesturing, but Doug was too excited to notice. 

"I'll bop 'em on the nose and put 'em in pawpers. That'll teach 'em to mess with my little boy! And-"

He was interrupted by someone clearing their throat behind him. 

"Well, it sounds like zey'd better vatch out zen, doesn't it?"

Now it was Doug's turn to blush. 

"O-oh... geez, you scared me, Doc. Er... how long have you been there?" 

The doctor, a portly tiger, just chuckled. 

"Don't vorry about it. Your little pup is quite adorable. I'd probably jump in und pop 'em myself if I had the chance. Hello, I am Dr. Rückfall, pleased to meet you."

He shook the two dogs' paws before going to the sink and washing his own. 

"I see ve haff another big pup patient today. How exciting. The big vons are my favorite!" 

Doug and Nick looked at each other and back to the doctor as he smoke. They both smiled.