Published: March 10th 2022, 8:07:48 am
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... I can't do this...
Aaron told himself as he paced the bathroom. But he was already in the doctor's office. That was the thing. He'd worn his diapers more and more often lately and now... well, now he was second guessing himself. He sent off a few messages to his diaper chat for encouragement. But he knew he couldn't stall much longer, or he'd miss his name being called. This was all because he'd started listening to that damn hypno that told him to feel comfortable in his diapers. The chat had encouraged it, and now...
"Crap..." he said to himself, looking down at the teddy-printed taping panel. It was the closest thing to a medical diaper he owned, since he'd followed the others' advice and gotten rid of all his 'big kid undies'. But the teddies weren't that noticeable... were they?
"It's just a regular check up... a regular check up... no one will even notice," He muttered to himself, repeating his diaper friends' advice as he walked out of the bathroom and toward the waiting area.
"Aaron Brandt?"
"Crap! ... I mean, here!" he said, raising his hand. Then suddenly pulling it down and blushing as a few people in the room turned and snickered. What the heck? He thought to himself. This isn't grade school.
"Right this way," said the tired looking nurse, completely ignoring the outburst.
Aaron sheepishly walked in past the nurse, hoping that his bulging crinkly butt wasn't too obvious.
They know, he thought. Nurses always know. But also, They're professionals... it's their job...
The words of his chat room friends encouraged him as he snuck a glance at his phone while being weighed. Yeah. They've seen them before. Oh god, they've seen them before. They're gonna know.
The same train of thought ran through his mind in a loop, the thickness and noise of the diaper strapped around his waist never letting him forget his situation. Why oh why did he have to throw in that stuffer? Was he trying to get called out as a big baby? Maybe a little.
"Alright, arm out, please..."
He was now in the exam room. His arm set out front.
"You'll need to pull your sleeve back."
"I- um... it won't... pull back that far," said Aaron, realizing he'd have to take off his sweater.
"Alright, well can you take it off?"
"I'm not, uh, um...."
"You'll have to take off your shirt and pants anyway, bud. Don't worry, I've seen everything. I'm a professional nurse."
He's seen everything? He thought to himself. Was he talking about other patients, or Aaron in particular??
"Heart rate's up," a bit, said the nurse, once Aaron had finally collected himself enough to take off his shirt.
"Gee, I wonder why..." said Aaron, adjusting his pants for the tenth time, and making sure hsi sweater was still wrapped around his waist in such a way as to hide the slightest possibility of peekage.
"Hmm?" The nurse cocked his head.
"Uh, I mean... must just be nerves... wait, what was it you said about needing to take off my pants, later?"
"Well, it's a full physical," said the nurse.
"A- what?! I thought this was just a r-routine.."
"Oh, we always do a full check up when you get a new doctor."
"New doctor? What happened to Doctor Tate?"
"Oh, Doctor Tate retired. It's been a little while since you've been back hasn't it? Your doctor is doctor Darby."
"Doctor Darby," repeated Aaron, rolling it around on his tongue for flavor. And just what sort of doctor would Doctor Darby be?
"Ahh, here we are. Hello, Aaron. Looks like you're already halfway ready to see me! I'm Doctor Darby."
Aaron reached forward awkwardly to shake the doctor's hand. This was all a lot to take in at once.
"Thanks, Nurse Norse. I'll take it from here."
The nurse left them alone.
"Aright, it's you and me. You mind taking off those pants?"
"Well, actually..." started Aaron, dithering. Oh come on, he's just a doctor. You can do this. What's the worst that can happen?
"I-er, um. I mean... Do I have to take off my pants?" asked Aaron, finally, his voice coming out in a near-squeak of embarrassment.
"I'm afraid so. Doctor's orders..."
"Okay, well... if you insist..."
Aaron stood up and pulled down his pants, blushing brightly as he hopped back up on the table. It felt weirdly liberating, feeling the cool table touch the bare skin of his legs - the parts that weren't covered by a diaper, that is. The doctor raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. It was almost worse that he didn't, because that left it up to Aaron to fill in the blanks of what he might be thinking.
"Open your mouth and say aaah..."
Oh gosh, okay, he didn't say anything.. That's good... isn't it?
"Okay, another breath for me? Sorry the stethoscope is cold..."
How can he even hear anything over the crinkle?
"Hmm.. heart rate's a little high..."
"Gee, I wonder why," said Aaron, laughing nervously. He shifted uncomfortably as the doctor moved downward, to test his knees.
"Okay, your kick reflex is looking okay," said the doctor, who was now seated in front of Aaron, nearly eye-level with his big diaper. Then, Aaron felt the worst possible feeling. He had to pee.
"Oh god, not now..." he thought, wincing as his bladder twinged.
"Are you experiencing any pain," asked the doctor, noting Aaron's pained expression.
"N-no, not exactly... I just... urghh.. Uh, c-can I go to the bathroom...?"
"Sudden urge to go? Does this happen often, Aaron?"
"I-I mean. I go to the bathroom everyday, if that's what you mean," said Aaron, squeezing his legs together harder now.
"Aaron, I feel I should ask. Why are you wearing a diaper?"
"Uh, oh it's nothing," said Aaron, crossing his legs and pushing down on the front of his diaper to keep from peeing himself.. "Really, it's... -urgh... j-just medical reasons..."
"...Medical reasons?" asked the doctor, tilting his head at the vague terminology.
"Y-yeah I, oh god I'm going!" blurted Aaron without even thinking about it. Damn that truth serum hypno.
Both men looked down to witness the front of Aaron's diaper turning yellow.
"Oh yeah, I'm going to have to order some medical tests, Aaron," said Doctor Darby.
"No, really, I don't want to discuss it..." said Aaron, but the doctor was already writing down his notes. Aaron felt like a big baby in his oversized diaper. A big embarrassed baby.
"Big baby," muttered the doctor aloud as he wrote.
Aaron's heart nearly stopped. Did he really just hear that?
"W-what was that?" asked Aaron, looking over at the chair that held his clothing.
"Ah-ah-ah, we're not done here," said the Doctor, when Aaron tried to get off the table to cover himself up.
"B-but I was just... I mean..." Aaron felt even more like a little kid, being told he couldn't get dressed yet by the doctor..
"Settle down, little guy," said the doctor. "We just need to figure out what's going on down there. Do you have a diaper prescription?" asked the Doctor.
"I really don't need-"
"I'm prescribing you diapers," said the Doctor. "And you're going to see a urologist. They're going to have to do some stretch tests and see just how incontinent you are..."
Oh gods, thought Aaron. He was just digging himself in deeper and deeper. Were these tests going to make him incontinent? What would happen if he was diagnosed incontinent? Maybe he could just not take the tests... They couldn't make him take them, could they?"
"Right, I think it's safe to say you're probably incontinent," said the doctor. "But sometimes we just like to make sure. Although... you know what, I think we'd better expedite this. I get the feeling time is of the essence here..."
"What do you mean?" asked Aaron.
"Well, it's important to make sure you're incontinent. We wouldn't want you going home and having an accident, would we? Your Daddy would probably sue!"
Aaron could practically feel the steam coming out of his ears as his face turned bright red at the mention of the other embarrassing 'D' word.
"Th-this.. I don't have a..." Aaron fidgeted as he imagined himself being taken care of by another adult. Kept in a crib and restraints... only able to walk around the nursery strapped into a medical walker and... no, why was he fantasizing at a time like this?
The doctor looked surprised. "No Daddy? Oh, boy, this is worse than I thought. Nurse!"
Next thing Aaron knew, he was in a different room with his legs up in stirrups. It was the only way, the doctor said, to make sure he was incontinent. And if he did this little procedure now, the doctor assured him, he wouldn't have to take any tests later.
"Fffine," Aaron had finally agreed. "Let's just get it over with."
"Good boy," said the Doctor, causing Aaron to feel even more little.If the doctor only knew that that phrase did to him. Why oh why had he listened to that good boy hypno last month?
"B-but are the straps really necessary?" asked Aaron, as his ankles, knees, and wrists were secured tightly.
"Just a safety precaution. Don't worry, we've seen your kind before. Too stubborn to know what you need. Doctor Miga the urologist will set things straight."
Sure enough, the Urologist strode in like she knew exactly what to do. Before he knew it, Aaron was being stuffed in ways he never thought possible.
"Just a little bit more, bud. We'll get rid of that pesky bladder control so you can pee comfortably."
"Oh yes, that'll be a relief," agreed the doctor, "I saw him wincing in pain before he peed his diaper in the office..."
"Mmmph! Mmmfff!" whined Aaron into his pacifier.
"Oh good, the paci is working to calm the little one's fussing."
"These big babies are all the same. Don't worry kiddo, we're almost done."
Aaron was completely embarrassed. How the heck was he gonna get out of this one?