Daily Free-Write June 12, 2021: Doctor's Orders Pt. 13 (Patreon)

Continuation of June 11, 2021 "Doctor’s Orders Pt. 12"

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When he woke up, Steven found that he couldn't move. He turned his head to get a look and instantly felt dizzy again. He was, however, able to ascertain that he was in something that resembled a sleeping bag. There was also something stuck in his mouth. His pacifier. It felt like it was being held there by something, though he wasn't sure what. Most surprising of all, perhaps, was the fact that he wasn't too worried about any of this. He felt strangely relaxed.

"Aww, is the little boy awake?" asked Ben, poking Steven's nose. Steven scrunched up his little face and then giggled into his pacifier. Ben was so silly.

"Somebody's happy! I guess that medicine really did the trick, huh? I'll bet that's not all your medicine did!"

Stevie felt several buckles release and then heard the zipper go down, exposing him to the open air. Ben checked his diaper and told him he'd have to wait a little longer for his change until he finished breakfast.

"I really shouldn't even bother checking, little guy," said Ben, as he unscrewed the paci attachment from Steven's mouth and screwed in the bottle attachment. "We both know you're just gonna go again when I feed you. There we go. Drink up, baby."

Of course the moment the first drop of liquid hit Stevie's tongue, he began to suck ravenously. He could feel his tummy expanding, and didn't it look just a little bit softer than it did the day before? It was hard to tell as full as he was. It didn't really matter. He was just hungry. Sucking his baba was more important than thinking about tum tums.

After he finished he was burped and changed, before being dressed in a pair of shortalls and carried out to the car. His pacifier had been reinstalled to whatever device was keeping it there, so the conversation was very one-sided. Stevie would coo and giggle or fuss and whine into his paci and Ben would reassure him and rub his back.

"Aww, I know, honey. You feel all dizzy cause of the ear problem. We'll get you right as rain in just a  minute."

Stevie saw a bright red car seat waiting for him when he got in the car. He would have said something if he didn't have the paci gag in his mouth, but as it was, he just suckled his paci and squeezed Clara as he was sat down in the seat. He immediately flopped over when he hit the seat, proving just how much he needed the seat right then.

"Gosh, that Relaxaprin really does relax you kiddo. You're as floppy as a rag doll! No worries. We'll get you strapped in nice and comfy."

Once Stevie was secured in his five point restraint, he was completely immobilized save for his arms and legs, which weren't going to defeat the child lock any time soon. And why would he want to? Everything was just fine. He was relaxed. He smiled and snuggled Clara and sucked his binky. That's all he needed right then.

Soon, he was being wheeled into the doctor's office in his new stroller. He blushed as sat on the crinkly paper and his crotch was unsnapped to remove the shortalls per-the nurse's orders. There was nothing now to hide his newly soggy diaper, and even in his relaxed state he had some self-consciousness about his lack of control.

"Well, well, well, how is our little patient doing today?" asked the doctor, strolling into the room. "I hear he's having a bit of a dizzy spell?"

"Yeah, doc. It's pretty severe. I've had to keep him restrained this whole time to keep him from trying to get up. He even hurt his shoulder yesterday when he tried to toddle off."

"Oh, yes, I remember that conversation. How is your nose?"

"Sore, but healing," said Ben. "I've been extra careful to keep him restrained."

"And you're using an interchangeable pacifier gag, I see. Great idea. Best no talking while he gets used to the changes from his new medication. Until the end of the week or so."

Stevie smiled and drooled around his paci as the doctor shone some lights into his eyes.

"He looks a little loopy right now," the Doctor commented. "We can taper off his relaxaprin now that he's under control but you may want to leave the gag in place. He needs to get used to his healthy changes in lifestyle without the medication, unless you want to keep him on it all the time.

Steven giggled. He was indeed very loopy. Loopy felt good. He liked loopy. At least, he thought he did. What did that word mean again? It was a silly sounding word. Loopy. Loopy. Poopie. Loopie poopie!

The doctor sniffed the air. "Uh oh, looks like the kiddo needs a change. I guess I don't have to ask if the other medications are working."

"Yeah, they're working just fine."

"And the prostate massage?"

"Gave it to him last night while he was passed out."

"Great! That's a perfect time. Especially since he seems to be reverting to a more... juvenile state. Well, let's go ahead with the procedure then. Go ahead and remove the gag just for now in case he gets sick."

The Doctor's treatment, which involved tilting Stevie's head this way and that, helped a great deal, however, Ben wanted to be safe, so on their way back, he picked up some knee pads from their favorite medical supply store and told Steven he'd only be allowed to crawl this week in case the dizziness came back. He then called steven's work to confirm that he'd be gone for the week, and sent a few more pictures to Steven's boss.

"Okay, baby boy," he said, tweaking the boy's nose. "You've been so good, I think you've earned a trip to the ice cream shop again! This time we can sit and eat. I've even brought your bib."

Steven ate his ice cream in the booth, happily letting Ben feed him, and completely oblivious to the laughter of other customers nearby. The proprietors, at least, were nice, and they had even added sprinkles and a cherry for their 'favorite little customer', which had left Ben beaming with pride as he pushed Stevie's stroller over to the booth.

"I sure am gonna miss this," Ben said, as he put Steven's pacifier gag back in. "You're not gonna be so happy when those meds wear off. Just remember kiddo. It's for your own good, and just for the week."

Stevie didn't really understand what Ben was worried about. Why would he be upset? Things were great. He didn't have any idea what lay ahead for him when his Relaxaprin wore off. It was going to be a long week.