Published: March 15th 2022, 8:42:47 am
CW: Implied Medical Procedure (Blood Draw)
"Alright, Aaron. You can go downstairs for your blood test now," said the doctor.
"Um..." Aaron looked down at himself. He had been undressed for the doctor's visit and never got a chance to put his clothes back on. "I kinda need my pants back."
"Why?" asked the doctor. "You're coming right back, aren't you?"
"W-well, no," said Aaron, rubbing his arm. "I was going to go home after this. And I can't very well walk through the medical center in nothing but a diaper..."
"The very fact that you made that statement makes me think that you should," said doctor Darby, giving Aaron a grave look and shaking his head.
"W-what do you mean? I need my pants back!" said Aaron, growing more agitated and panicked by the second. "W-wait... where are they?"
"You see, this is the problem. You think that you need pants and you think you can't just wear your diapers, but franky, you need those diapers. The sooner you get used to them, the better."
"I don-"
The doctor held up a finger and Aaron stopped.
"From what I saw and what the urologist saw, you need them. If you aren't able to take the advice of two medical professionals, I think we may have to take you to a therapist to see if there's a deeper seeded problem at work. We just happen to have one in house right now, actually, why don't we-"
"Oh no. Not this again!" said Aaron. "No more referrals!"
"You sure are getting big for your britches, little mister. As much fun as it is to play grown up with you, I'm afraid I have other patients to attend to. Now," he said, opening a cabinet and taking out a shirt from his drawer, "you go to the pharmacy as you are, or I can call the nurse to take you. But if I can trust you to go on your own, I'll let you wear this..."
"But I want my shirt..." whined Aaron.
"Nurse!" called Dr. Darby.
"Wait! N-no! Don't call the nurse! I'll take it. I'll take it..." said Aaron, grabbing the garment from the doctor's hands. He put it on, and looked down to see that it was see through in the crotch area. "Wait, you can totally see my-"
"Don't worry," said the doctor pushing Aaron out the door. "Now off you go. You'll get a wrist band from the receptionist and you can go to the lab around the corner."
"Wha- wait!" Aaron called, but it was too late. The doctor had pushed him out of the exam room and shut the door. Aaron looked around and realized he had no choice but to go. The sooner he did, the sooner he could come back and pick up his clothes.
"Oh yes, our special patient," said the receptionist when Aaron came back to the desk to complain. "Don't worry, sweetie, I have your special bracelet right here! Now stick out your hand..."
"What's going on?" asked Aaron. "This is really weird..."
"Uh oh, is somebody getting fussy? Nurse!"
"N-no, no nurse!" cried Aaron. "Just give me the bracelet."
"There you go, sweetie. Now the lab is just down the hall. You sure you don't need a grown up to help take you there?"
"No, I'm fine," said Aaron, embarrassed enough as it was. He quickly hurried down the hall, acutely aware of how loud his diaper crinkled with each step, and how his medical gown was totally open at the back. Anyone who passed him would have no doubt that he was wearing big poofy pampers, and he was sure that everyone he passed was looking at him. He hurried as fast as he could without running, and quickly found himself in line for the lab. It was easy enough to check in, and sit down. He actually sighed a bit with relief as he sat, knowing that it would be harder for people to notice his diaper when he wasn't moving.
He used the time to take stock of his day. Where had he gone wrong? And how was he going to get out of this mess? Change doctors, maybe? Would his medical record still follow him?
"Aaron? Aaron Brandt?"
"Here!" he said, standing up and holding up his hand once again, before bringing it down and blushing. He had totally raised his hand again. And this time it was doubly embarrassing because he had forgotten to cover his crotch, which of course the person calling out his name noticed right away. To Aaron's horror, he noticed that the front of his diaper was yellow, and that the stripe down the middle had turned bright blue, making it very easy to see that he had pissed his pampers. But how? When?
The man who had stepped out was holding a clipboard and wearing green scrubs, and he smirked when he saw the big baby's wet diapers.
"Right this way. You're on station six."
Aaron, mortified, hurried over to the station, holding his two hands in front of his crotch.
"Arm out, sweetie," said the woman at the station. "Don't worry, just close your eyes. It will only hurt for a second and then it'll all be over.
Aaron felt the prick, but as he sat there, he could feel the woman changing out another and then another vial. He looked down to notice that there were about 12 vials waiting to be filled. One after the other, she continued to fill, and he began to get light headed.
"One more," she said. "There we go, all done. And now you get to pick your bandage! Do you want a pawsome squad pup, a puppet avenue yellow bird? Maybe a pride defender lion prince?"
Aaron blushed, as he picked out the paw patrol. By this point, he didn't even try to ask for an adult style banage. He let her put it on and went to get up.
"Now, what do we say?" asked the woman.
"Thank you," he mumbled, as he stood up. Why did everyone want to treat him like a kid today? He barely was able to finish the thought before he stumbled, almost falling down.
"Oh dear! You're light headed, hon. Nurse! We need some assistance!"
"N nuh.. Not the nurse," said Aaron, who had sat back down in his seat quickly to avoid falling over. When the room had stopped spinning enough for him to look up, he saw that the nurse had brougth some sort of walker with straps to strap him in. It almost looked like a baby walker...
"N-no..." he whined, but he could do little to resist as he was strapped in. Now he could walk, but it was very awkward and slow, as the wheeled device restricted his movement and barely allowed his feet to reach the floor.
"There we go, sweetie. Let me get you a bottle of rehydration formula. It'll have to be in a bottle with a nipple since you might spill otherwise. I'm really sorry about this," said the nurse, not sounding sorry at all.
Aaron didn't have a hope to do anything about it. What's worse, his gown had been pulled aside in all the movement of strapping him in, and because his arms were secured well above his waist, he couldn't fix it. The nurse didn't even pay attention when he complained, and when the nurse did turn to face him, he only had half a second before the bottle full of rehydration fluid was jammed into his mouth, obliging him to drink yet more liquid as he felt his diaper grow warmer and heavier by the moment.
What could possibly happen next?