Daily Free-Write June 9, 2021: Doctor's Orders Pt. 11 (Patreon)

Continuation of June 8, 2021 "Doctor’s Orders Pt. 10"

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CW: Messing

Steven spent the morning stuck in his carrier while his partner did goodness knows what in the guest room. The TV transitioned from show to show, and Steven just stared and smiled, sucking his paci ang giggling like a fool. By the time Ben came to get him, his diaper had swollen and become dark yellow, pushing his legs out until they pressed against the adorable baby foxes running over the soft padded lining of the carrier.

"Oh, boy, we have a soggy boy on our hands, I can already see," said Ben, bending down to unbuckle his boyfriend from the carrier and check his diaper. "Did you make more presents for Daddy in back?"

Steven whined a bit at first as Ben blocked his view of the big friendly bear on the television, but then he remembered where he was - and who he was - as he was unbuckled.

"I... what? I don't wemembow going potty... What time is it?"

"It's lunch time, silly boy," said Ben, before bending down close, lifting Steven's legs, and giving his boyfriend's diaper a big sniff on the butt. "Hmm, no poopies yet. I think it can wait til after lunch when you have to go. No sense changing you twice."

Steven blushed and gasped, letting his pacifier tumble down into the carrier.  "Heyyy! Don't sniff me there!"

Ben just chuckled as he buckled his boyfriend back up, securing him in the carrier once more. "How else am I gonna check my baby boy? And don't tell me you're not a baby. You've been watching your silly shows all morning. Now hold still. I brought a warm washcloth to clean you up, drooly boy."

"Hey!" cried Ben, feeling so embarrassed as his boyfriend sat his stuffed bunny aside and wiped his face and chest off. But he couldn't really get away from his boyfriend, and he did need a wipe down, so he was forced to sit there and take it. Instead his mind turned to what he had been doing all morning. "What happened? I don't watch this crap...Was I really watching baby shows all morning?"

"A day off does wonders, doesn't it? I think the Relaxaprin is just what you needed, little man. I like seeing you happy and giggly like that so we're gonna have to make this a daily routine for you."

"But I don't..."

"Shh, this is much better than those scary action flicks you liked to watch, so this is what you're going to watch. Now settle down. I have your lunch right here."

"Where? I don't see it. And how am I gonna eat laying back like this?"

Ben held up an oversized bottle with white liquid in it. "All you need is right in here, kiddo. I warmed it up and everything."

Steven looked from the bottle to his boyfriend and back. "...You can't be serious."

"Do you want to try and move around in your state? No, the doctor said to keep you stationary, and that we could feed you like this for now. So open up. I know that tummy is hungry!"

Steven's stomach growled, but he refused to eat something so infantile. He turned his head away, but that was a mistake as he was instantly dizzy. Ben wasn't phased, however. He simply pinched Steven's nose until he opened up and then slipped the nipple into his mouth at the first opportunity and gave the bottle a little squeeze to get the flow started. As soon as it hit Steven's tongue he started to suck instinctively to fill his hungry tummy. Steven felt a warm sensation in his body from sucking and being rewarded with sustenance. This felt so good, but it was also so embarrassing to be fed like a baby. He fussed and squirmed for a few seconds but soon quieted down as Ben cooed and shushed him. Since he knew he couldn't turn his head, Steven realized the only way out of this was to finish the bottle. But even that was just a passing thought as the wonderful sensations of nursing his meal took over.

It wasn't until his tummy began to rumble about halfway through the bottle that he began to fuss again. He usually had to poop right after eating, and this time was no exception, only this time, he couldn't get up and go to the bathroom. This time, he was strapped securely in place with no way to let himself out.

"What's wrong, baby boy?" asked Ben, as he saw Steven grow increasingly agitated. "Is your tummy gettin all rumbly?"

Steven let out a loud fart, and Ben smiled knowingly.

"Oh, I know. Little Stevie has to make poopies, doesn't he? Come on little guy, drink up and make boom booms for Daddy."

Steven struggled and strained against the restraints. Why was Ben suddenly calling himself Daddy? I mean sure, he did it when they were being naughty in the bedroom, and he had accepted it as one of his boyfriend's quirks, but why now? He tried to say "You're not my Daddy, and I'm not a baby, so let me out so I can use the potty already!" but all that came out was a series of 'mmphs' and grunts as his mouth was plugged up by the nipple.

Despite this, Ben got the message and had an answer for Stevie. "You're not getting out of this carrier until you finish your meal, little one, and you definitely aren't going to the potty, so drink up and relax. Relax, and let it happen."

Steven farted and turned crimson as he tried to hold it back, but the Fibrolax had done its job. Moments later, he let out a large grunt as he sucked down more milk and blorted right into the back of his diapers. He could feel the mush spreading back there as he drank, followed by a rush of hot piss as his bladder made room for all the liquid coming in.

"Shhhh, there we go. That's a good boy. There we go," said Ben, holding the bottle upright and massaging Steven's tummy to help him along. "That's it, baby boy. Get it alllll out."

Steven was practically crying from embarrassment as his body balled up to push out all of the excrement that had been sitting in his bowels. He squeezed his eyes shut, balling his fists and lifting his legs as he began to push, no longer even trying to keep it in.

"That's it, baby. Just get it all out. I can change you after you finish your baba."

Finally, Steven was done, and he relaxed as he felt a short lived feeling of relief, before the smell and the feeling of the warm mush spread out across his butt became the prominent sensation in his mind. He looked up at Ben, desperately wishing he could be changed then and there, but Ben reiterated the fact that it was lunch first, change later.

When he was finally finished with his 'lunch', Ben wiped a trickle of milk from his mouth and hugged him. Steven tried to speak as Ben started to pat his back, but as soon as he opened his mouth a big burp emanated from his belly.

"Good boy. Let's get you changed, stinky boy."

"Yuck. Please do! I wanted out of this diaper five minutes ago. It's so gross..."

"You'll get used to it," said Ben, not even flinching as he opened up the soiled diaper. Stevie was mortified, and only too happy to be alone with Ben for this embarrassing procedure.

"I certainly hope I don't get used to it. Why did you make me do it, Ben? I could have made it to the potty!"

"I'm only looking out for your safety, sweetheart. You're going to have to use your diapers until we get your ear problem fixed and you adjust to the new medication. Imagine you trying to run to the bathroom in your state? You would have fallen down and hurt yourself."

"But..."

"Shh, it's just for now. It's not like there was enough time to get you there before you made poopies anyway."

"Stop calling them poopies!" yelled Steven. "I can make it to the potty myself if you just let me try. Oh god. I can't even believe we're having this conversation."

Ben balled up the used diaper and set the other diaper under Steven's butt. Then he gave Steven several sound spanks. Steven was speechless.

"Are you going to keep giving me attitude, or do you want to go in your cozy comfy diapers where your little bum is safe from Daddy's hands?"

"I..." Steven caught Ben's glare and stopped. "D.... diaper please," he said in a hoarse whisper. He could barely choke out the words. He never imagined he would be put back in diapers, much less begging for them when he went to the doctor's office.

Satisfied, Ben nodded and lowered Stevie's butt on the soft padding and powdered him down. The diaper came up and Steven was once again in thick diapers. They were becoming frustratingly familiar. With a couple of squeezes to his freshly padded crotch, Ben declared him clean and dry, and ready for his nap.

"Nap? Not again!" said Stevie, but he was already beginning to yawn. Of course this was the perfect opportunity for Ben to plug his mouth with a big binkie.

"There we go. Now no spitting that out or that pacifier goes back in and I'll make sure it doesn't come out again."

Steven just whined into his paci as Clara was pushed into his arms.

"Come on, big boy," said Ben, picking up Steven and strapping him back into his carrier. "You can nap in here for a bit. I'll put a blanket over the carrier so you can get some shuteye and I can keep an eye on you today.

Steven was left in the darkness of his cozy prison to snuggle his bunny and think about all the changes that had happened and hoping that things would go back to normal soon. As soon as he was able to move without getting dizzy, he thought, he would set his boyfriend straight. That's about as far as his thinking got before he dozed off.