Published: April 6th 2022, 2:02:59 am
In the doctor's office, Jeremy sat on the exam table in just his diaper looking distinctly cold and uncomfortable, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
"How long has he had this problem?" Asked the doctor, completely bypassing Jeremy and looking straight to Jeremy's dad for an answer.
"I don't know, I just found out myself," said Dad, rubbing his chin and looking at his son. "Jer bear?"
"J-just started after my nap..." Jeremy said, fidgeting and looking into his lap. He couldn't look either man in the eye. Just a few hours ago his use of diapers had been an intensely private affair. And now, it was thrust out into the open, under the harsh white light of the exam room.
"Well, we're going to have to do a urine test. Do you think you could pee into a cup for us?" asked the doctor.
"I could... m-maybe?" said Jeremy, feeling the burning sensation that told him he'd probably be peeing at any moment anyway. "Do you think I could get some privacy?"
"I'm afraid not," said the Doctor. "We're going to have to do some tests, and I'd like to get them done as quickly as possible. Here, I'll get a pad in case you leak."
"Daaad," Jeremy said plaintively as his father moved to take off his diaper while the doctor grabbed the soaker pad.
"No, Son. Be a big boy and no complaining."
Easy for him to say, thought Jeremy. It felt anything but 'big boy' to be diapered and undiapered by his dad. Sure enough, the soaker pad came in handy because almost as soon as the air hit his skin, Jeremy found himself urinating without control.
"Agh!" he said, wincing when he tried to clench his muscles.
"Whoa, there!" said the doctor, catching his pee mid-stream in the sample cup.
"What's wrong, son? Where does it hurt?" asked Dad.
"It... h-hurts when I try to stop the pee," said Jeremy, clenching his teeth.
"Well, then, don't," said his Dad, simply.
Jeremy covered his face as the doctor held his penis with a gloved hand and directed the pee into the sample cup. He felt so tiny and helpless, letting another man hold his weiner for him while his Dad told him to just pee himself. It might have been hot in his imagination, but the pain in his groin was an instant boner-killer for Jeremy.
"Good, boy," said the doctor as the stream petered out. "This should be enough."
He examined it and muttered something, then had Jeremy perform a series of tests, including muscle clenching, water retention, and a weight test of the urine in the soaker pad when they were all done.
"Do you have another diaper?" asked the doctor.
"Darn. I didn't think to bring one," said Dad.
"It's okay, I've got some here. Shall I diaper him or will you?"
Jeremy couldn't believe it.
"I can diaper myself!" Jeremy said, offended that they hadn't even considered the possibility.
"Lower your voice," said Dad, giving Jeremy a stern glare. "You're in no condition." His dad then sighed. "This has gotta be stressful for him. I think I'd better do the diapering."
As if Papa Bear would let anyone else do the diapering when he was in protective mode.
Jeremy had to lay there trying to pretend he wasn't being treated like he was two by these two men as Daddy diapered him in the medical diaper. Jeremy knew these diapers. The yellow stripe down the middle would turn bright blue as soon as he wet, making it super obvious - and embarrassing - if anyone were to see. Then his Dad went down to give the customary kiss on the belly button and diaper squeeze, and Jeremy's voice went up three octaves and cracked as he protested.
"Daaaad! Not in front of the Doctor!"
"Oh, hush," said Dad. "Your Daddy loves you. Ain't nothing shameful about that!"
Jeremy could only groan, his face bright red as he buried it in his hands.
"Wait here," said the doctor. "We'll run this up to the lab and have the results back shortly."
Jeremy had no idea how long shortly would be, but it would seem like forever sitting there in his diaper.
"Can I have my clothes back?" asked Jeremy, after the doctor stepped out.
"You just hang tight, kiddo," said Dad.
"It's embarrassing," said Jeremy.
"I think you look cute, kiddo. Nothing embarrassing about it to me."
"But I'm cold," Jeremy said, taking a different tack. However, this backfired on him.
"You come sit on Daddy's lap then. I'll warm you up."
Thus, Jeremy was obliged to sit on his Dad's lap while he waited for the doctor. His dad was right about one thing. It was warm. Dad guided Jeremy's head onto his shoulder and told Jeremy to hug his neck. As his dad hugged him and rubbed his back, Jeremy began to relax. He breathed in his father's scent, which was also familiar and comforting. It did feel pretty good, even if this was super cringy. He relaxed so much that he didn't even notice the warmth spreading in his crotch until he flet the rumble of his dad's chuckles and then the feel of a squeeze on the front of his diaper.
"Oops! Looks like you really do need these, buddy boy," said Dad, pulling back and staring at the bright blue strip in the middle of Jeremy's diaper indicating wetness had occurred. Jeremy clenched and instantly winced.
"Agh!"
"Don't hold it," said Dad, smacking Jeremy's thigh, and Jeremy let go, whimpering as the line of blue made its way back toward his tailbone. This was so embarrassing, but there was no helping it. Then the Doctor walked in and Jeremy tensed up again.
"What could it be?" asked Jeremy's Dad, turning to the doctor as he patted Jeremy's tummy.
"Well," said the doctor, "Why don't we talk about it over here."
Jeremy's eyes went wide as his Dad stood up, carrying Jeremy to the exam table and depositing him like he weighed nothing more than a paper weight. The doctor put a hand around Dad's shoulder and the two of them turned away from Jeremy. The men talked out of earshot of Jeremy while Jeremy strained to hear.
"H-hey! What are you two talking about?" asked Jeremy.
"Never you mind, Jer bear," called his Dad. "The grownups are talking."
And that was the end of that. Jeremy was forced to simply wait until they were done. Once the conversation had concluded, Dad and the doctor turned around, and the doctor spoke so Jeremy could hear.
"He's to get bed rest and plenty of fluid. You can stop by the pharmacy on the way out."
"Sure thing, Doc. And thanks."
Finally, the doctor turned to face Jeremy, putting his hands behind his back and smiling. "You've been very good, Jeremy. Would you like a lollipop?"
"Don't you dare," said Jeremy, hackles raising at the patronizing tone.
"Jeremy!" barked Dad. "You be polite. Yes, doc. He'll take a lollipop."
The doctor smiled indulgently as Jeremy was obliged to pick a sugar-free lollipop from the fishbowl that the doctor presented. He clenched his teeth but said nothing as the doctor patted his head.
"Good boy. Your Daddy will help you get all better, so listen to what he says."
"What do we say, Jer Bear?"
"Thank you doctor..." mumbled Jeremy, looking down in embarrassment.
Jeremy couldn't get out of there quickly enough, and was only too glad to get dressed and walk on his own two feet as they left. It was uncomfortable, but he managed to get his Dad to let him do it. A short wait at the pharmacy and another back seat drive later, they were back at home and Jeremy was put straight to bed, but not before he was put into a thicker diaper.
"Those flimsy things'll never hold," said Dad. "Let's get you into another one of those cute diapers you got. Where did you get those anyway? We're gonna need plenty more before all is said and done."
"Dad... Uh... Can't we just get 'em at the store or something?"
"Come on, kiddo. I'm the one who has to diaper your sick butt, you might as well let me pick some fun ones."
"But the website where I buy them from... I mean... It's not exactly... you might see some things on there I don't want you to misunderstand..."
"Like what?" said Dad, crossing his arms and smirking.
"Like..." Jeremy cleared his throat, looking distinctly uncomfortable. This was not a conversation he'd ever wanted to have with his dad. "Grown men... in... d- uh... protective... underwear..."
Jeremy blushed, finding the 'D' word especially hard to say. His Dad's smirk grew.
"Diapers? You mean diapers, kiddo?"
Jeremy just blushed and nodded.
"Yeah, I see a big guy in diapers right in front of me. I'm not worried about it. Now tell me the website- actually, you know what? It's probably on the bag." Sure enough, it was right there. "Snuggables.com, huh? That's pretty darn cute..."
"Dad, don't go on that website," warned Jeremy, but Dad was already waving him off and typing the web address into his smartphone. He winced as the site loaded up, and he saw his Dad's eyes widen as the light of understanding entered them. Dad just stared for a few seconds, not saying anything, and Jeremy braced for the worst when Dad finally opened his mouth.
"This is..."