The Check-Up

Author's Note: I was inspired to write this story after a doctor's visit I had a few weeks ago. Hope you like it :)

“Is this really necessary?” Stephen asked when Mallory pulled into the parking garage.

“Of course it is.” His wife explained, turning the wheel and winding the minivan around the concrete poles. “It’s common knowledge that men start to see health declines, especially as they approach their forties.”

She gasped as she found an empty spot hiding behind the large truck, whipping the car between the yellow lines with ease.

“What I mean…” Stephen continued as Mallory put it in park and unclasped her seatbelt, “…is do I really need to come dressed like this…?”

He motioned down at his attire. Stephen was wearing a T-shirt with a childish cartoon dump truck on it and babyish writing that read “Lil’ Dumper” over it.

“Yep.” Mallory said simply, climbing out of the driver seat and coming around to the passenger side. She grabbed the handle and whooshed the side door open. Stephen was waiting in the oversized car seat, feeling absolutely ridiculous.

“Can I at least have my pants back, then?” He asked as she undid the straps between his legs. Something he was perfectly capable of doing himself, but knew Mallory insisted she be the one to do so.

“Absolutely not,” she said firmly, “you lost your pants privileges when you decided to argue with me earlier!”

Stephen whimpered softly as Mallory took his hand and helped him out of the vehicle.

Mallory sniffed the air, “Did you poop?” She asked, “you pooped, didn’t you?” She lifted the back of Stephen’s shirt, not that she needed to. It wasn’t nearly long enough to cover the waistband of the oversized diaper Stephen was wearing.

She crooked a finger into the rear and pulled it back ever so slightly. Leaning over to take a small sniff. She crinkled up her nose, waving her hand in front of it dramatically.

“Oh! You sure did!” She said, sounding surprised. Even though Stephen was sure she wasn’t. She had probably smelled it since he pushed it out on the freeway. Still, he flushed as she continued her antics.

“Stinky boy! You are a ‘Lil Dumper’ aren’t you?!” She teased, pinching his nipple through his shirt. She took another whiff “Oof! Maybe it needs to say ‘Big’ Dumper!!”

Stephen waited for her to stop giggling before he breached the question: “Will you…change…me…?” He asked, shuffling his feet.

“Change what?” Mallory asked, smirking.

Stephen tried not to roll his eyes. He hated how much she enjoyed making him say it. “Will you change my…diaper…” he muttered the last word. Still not used to voicing it.

“Why? What’d you do to it?”

I took a shit. He wanted to say, but he knew that wouldn’t suffice. “I went…poo poo’s…mommy…” he added that last part to increase his chances. He thought it had worked, because Mallory laughed triumphantly.

“Hmmm…” she said, checking her watch, “I'm afraid we won’t have time! We’re already running late! It’s 2:30 and your appointment is at 3:00!”

Stephen knew that was plenty of time for a poopy diaper change. It was safe to say he’d sat through his fair share by now, and the longest it had taken was maybe 15 minutes, and that was with 10 minutes of Mallory’s torturous teasing sessions included. But before he could argue, she’d grabbed him by the hand and began leading him through the parking garage.

Stephen was painfully aware of how full his diaper was. Drooping and bouncing from side to side with every step. He wondered if there was a dark stain on the back. With it on full display, and the smell freely radiating, he highly doubted anyone would wonder if it had been used.

He followed Mallory to the elevators. She checked the black and white signs behind the glass cases until she found what she was looking for: Dr. Emily Hawk, M.D. A.B. Specialist. Suite 1214.

Mallory pressed the ‘up’ arrow on the elevator, the button lighting up like her face as she smiled at her husband. Stephen was dejected, wringing his fists together and praying the compartment would be empty.

But of course, when the bell to the elevator dinged, there were already several people inside and on their way up from the bottom floor.

Mallory had to tug Stephen’s arm to get him to step forward. She didn’t seem ashamed of the smell at all as multiple people covered their mouths once he crossed the threshold.

“12 please” Mallory said to the gentlemen closest to the panel. He used the hand that wasn’t pinching his nose to press the button. He missed on the first attempt, his eyes must have been watering.

The doors shut and they were pulled upward. Stephen stood in the middle, shaking.

“Do you want your rattle, baby?” Mallory asked him sweetly. She didn’t even wait for an answer, just slung the diaper bag off her shoulder and pulled it out, putting it in his hand. “Here you go, munchkin! It’ll distract you so you don’t get scared!!” Stephen took it defeatedly. He hated how much she enjoyed patronizing him in public.

It was the longest elevator experience of Stephen’s life. They stopped at seemingly every floor, and some of the passengers exited as fast they could, probably not even on the right one.

After what felt like an eternity, the sign lit up “12”.

“This is us, sweetheart!” Mallory announced as if he didn’t know. She patted his poopy, padded bottom and motioned him forward. Stephen didn’t require any further prompting. His dirty diaper swished back and forth as he hastily exited the elevator.

“Wrong way, honey!” she called when he turned the corner. “It’s left, not right. Remember? The hand you can make an ‘L’ with is your ‘Left’ hand!” she chided, knowing it made him feel small, “Maybe you should stay with Mommy so you don’t get lost, hmmm?”

They walked along the carpeted floor until they reached a door with a Teddy Bear sign holding balloons.

Mallory opened the door and let Stephen go first into the waiting room. It was decorated just like any other pediatrician’s office. The walls were painted with cutesy, colorful murals of barnyard animals. There were tiny tables and chairs in the middle of the room with blocks and those bead mazes on top. The ones that looked like colorful spaghetti with wooden pieces you could push through them.

Stephen actually breathed a sigh of relief, though. Because even though it looked like a pediatrician’s office, the ‘toddlers’ playing on the floor and tables weren’t toddlers at all. They were actually around the same age as him.

He was also a bit relieved to notice all of them were wearing diapers too. He didn’t know why that made him feel better, maybe it was nice to know he wasn’t the only one. So when Mallory suggested he go play, he didn’t argue. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to where the coloring books were.

After Mallory went to the window and signed them in, she sat down at the edge of the room in one of the normal-sized chairs with the other ‘Mommies’ and even a ‘Daddy’.

Stephen squished around in his diaper, trying to get comfortable in his luke-warm mush. He noticed one of the Mommies crinkle their nose, glancing at Mallory. He thought about asking her for a change again, then reasoned he still didn’t want to get it done around these other people. Even if half of them were in diapers too.

He picked up a crayon and started coloring. He was about half-way through scribbling purple on a unicorn’s body when one of the Adult Baby’s scooted closer to him.

It was a man somewhere in his 30’s, but he wasn’t dressed like a ‘man’ at all. He had a frilly pink dress on and his ‘hair’ was in long, braided pigtails. Stephen probably wouldn’t have noticed it was a man at all if it weren’t for the Adam’s apple protruding below his 5 o’clock shadow. The stranger didn’t say a word, just suckled on the very large paci in his mouth, staring at Stephen with a spacey look in his eyes.

He reached his hand out to Stephen’s arm, wrapping his painted nails around his wrist and pulling it beneath his skirt before Stephen could figure out what he was doing.

Stephen felt something stiff inside the sissy’s diaper before immediately yanking his hand away.

“Stevie! Play nice!” Mallory said over the magazine she was pretending to read. The only man in the room chuckled. He must have been the ‘Daddy’ of the sissy before him.

Mallory gave a suggestive look, indicating what Stephen had to do.

Stephen groaned as he let the sissy take his hand again and lead it to the soggy, pink diaper. He cringed as he pinched his fingers and felt the sissy’s little clitty poking beneath the pissy padding. The sissy’s breathing intensified, and Stephen tried to focus on coloring with his dominant hand while he rubbed the front of the sissy’s diaper with the other. He glanced back at Mallory for approval, she smirked and winked, trying not to giggle too hard.

The sissy’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, he gripped Stephen by the wrist and forced his arm up and down with increasing speed. The sissy grunted and groaned, then spasmed on his knees, bouncing up and down as he convulsed. Obviously spurting sissy goo into his already soaked pamper. He gave one last exhale, then deflated.

The door creaked open, “Daisy?” The nurse called.

One of the Mommies stood up, grabbed her diaper bag, threw it over her shoulder, took the sissy’s hand, and led him through to the patient rooms with a cum filled diaper.

Mallory burst out laughing while the other AB’s played. “You little slut!” She whispered, even though everyone could hear her. “We’re going to have to  get you some more play time with other sissies when we get home!”

Others came and went. The various diapered men were called one at a time for whatever it is their appointments were for while some new ones arrived. Even a woman in diapers showed up! She stayed relatively quiet, being bubbly and bouncy in the corner while she played with her dolls.

At one point, Stephen had to wet his diaper. He tried to play it cool and continue coloring while he let the warmth take over the front. He glanced back to see if Mallory had noticed. She had a wicked grin on her face. Stephen didn’t know why, but somehow she always seemed to know when he was using his diaper. It was like she had a 6th sense or something. It made it awkward to have her watching as he continued to fill his diaper the rest of the way.

Finally, a very attractive nurse in her early twenties stepped through the door.

“Stephie?” She called.

Mallory stood up and helped Stephen to his feet, his soiled diaper plopping down as gravity took over. The nurse smiled as they walked through the door to the hallway.

“Awww!! Aren’t you just adorable?!” The nurse cooed. She motioned with her clipboard over to the scale. “Can you stand over here for me, little one?” She asked. There were little cartoon footprints stuck to the base. Stephen sighed, kicked off his shoes, and climbed on the scale.

The nurse adjusted the sliders until the weight  finally balanced.

“215lbs.” She said, scribbling on her clipboard. “Probably 210 without that loaded diaper on…” she quipped. Mallory snorted. Stephen turned beet red  “We’ll be in the Safari room, it’s down the hall to the end on the left.”

As he waddled down the cold tile floor, Stephen thought about Mallory’s patronizing Left vs. Right comment earlier. He turned into the room with the cartoon lions, elephants, and giraffes.

The nurse pulled on some sort of plastic flag next to the room, came in, and closed the door. Stephen was struck by just how gorgeous she was. The purple scrubs somehow perfectly accentuated her curves. Her dark hair was tied back in a ponytail and her blue eyes sparkled. The smell of perfume wafted to his nose as she came close and took his blood pressure. It was a bit higher than normal, but that was probably because there was blood rushing to his ‘special’ area.

“I’m going to need you to get him into a clean, dry diaper,” she said, deflating the cuff and unstrapping the velcro, removing it from his arm, “or I can change him, if you’d like.”

Mallory perked up at that, especially after seeing Stephen looking horror-stricken at the suggestion.  “Oh I think he would love that!” Mal said gleefully, “he’s never had his diaper changed by anyone other than me!”

“Oh really?” the nurse grinned, setting the blood pressure monitor to the side and pulling a pair of rubber gloves from the box on the wall. The latex creaked and smacked as she worked her fingers through them. The familiar pop of the gloves always got him turned on for some reason. He wriggled on top of the paper strip he sat on. The one that went all the way across the padded table. The nurse patted the paper and instructed him to lay down while she put a disposable medical mask on. “Lay down for me, little one! That’s it! Let’s get that icky diapy changed, hmm?!”

Stephen tried to stare at the painted leaves on the ceiling while the girl lifted up his shirt and unclasped the tapes of his diaper.

“Oof!! Stinky boy!!” she teased as she opened it up, waving her gloves hands over the mask that Stephen hoped would block out most of the smell. Either it didn’t, or she just liked to exaggerate with all of the patients to make them feel more embarrassed.

She quickly got to work with the wipes, cleaning his mess with practiced precision. She paid no attention to his caged cock. Simply wiped down the sides and under his balls like it was something she’d done a dozen times that day.

“Can you lift your legs up for me?” The nurse asked. Stephen grunted and obeyed, putting in his ankles in her hands so she could push them upwards and have better access to his dirty butthole. Mallory had to cover her face to contain her laughter while Stephen shivered from the shame.

A few more wipes were tossed into the open diaper before it was pulled out from beneath him and balled up. Mallory took it gratefully, giving the nurse a fresh one.  “There’s plastic bags right next to you, if you don’t mind putting the dirty one in one of those and tying it off before you put it in the trash can,” the nurse explained, “helps control the smell.”

Mallory obliged while the nurse opened the fresh diaper with one hand, her other still holding Stephen’s ankles. Stephen was actually impressed with her skill as she placed it on the pad and slid it underneath him.

“Before I tape him up we might as well run the other tests,” she said, finally letting Stephen’s legs drop and grabbing something from the counter. It was a very large glass tube, about an inch in diameter. “Okay wittle Stephie,” the nurse cooed as she lubed up the tube, “I’m just gonna take your temperature, okay?”

Stephen’s eyes went wide. Why was she lubing up the thermometer if she was going to put it in his mouth? But she didn’t bring it to his face. Instead, she aimed it between his legs.

“Whoah whoah whoah!” Stephen squirmed, trying to sit up on the table, the paper strip crumpling.

“Awww!!” The nurse cooed, smiling beneath her mask, “Is wittle Stephie scared? Has he never had anything in his bum bum before?”

She looked at Mal, who just shrugged exaggeratedly. “We’ve never done anything involving anal,” Mallory said, “But there’s no telling what he does on his own time! Haha!”

They both laughed. “Aww well that’s okay!” The nurse said, turning back to Stephen. “Just try to relax and hold real still, okay? Do we need to use the restraints?” she asked Mallory again.

“No, he will be fine,” she said, turning to him with a stern look, “Won’t you?”

Stephen gulped, nodding.

The nurse smiled again, still holding the rod. She leaned down to peer between Stephen’s legs and make sure she was lined up on his hole before pressing it in.

Stephen was surprised by how easily he took it. The smooth, lubed glass provided little friction. He still gripped and crinkled the paper as the foreign invader entered, but it only went in a few inches. It felt strange at first, like he was constipated, or shitting in reverse. But as she held it there, he started to relax and just felt a dull pulsing down there.

“See! Little guy is handling it just fine!!” The nurse cooed, patting him on the belly with the hand that wasn’t holding the thermometer. Mallory was standing next to him now, wanting a better look at the show.

“All done!” the girl said, sliding it out. “98.6!”

She placed the thermometer in the sink to be cleaned, then scribbled on the chart again.

“Okay!” she said when she was done, opening the cabinet and pulling out a small container, “I’m also going to need a sperm sample…”

Mallory looked a bit surprised, but didn’t question it. She did frown, though, as she looked down between her breasts and pulled on the tiny chain containing the key to Stephen’s chastity cage.

“Oh! That actually won’t be necessary!” the nurse exclaimed, stopping her.

“You…you don’t need me to unlock him?” Mallory asked incredulously.

“No we have…other methods we can use…” the nurse said, batting her eyelashes.

Mallory looked unsure, but shrugged and let the key dangle down between her boobs again.

The nurse pulled the bottle of lube off the wall again, but this time she squirted it on two of her fingers.

“Okay Stephie,” she said, switching back to the high-pitched voice Stephen noticed women tend to use when they speak to him. “I’m going to perform a procedure called ‘Milking the Prostate’. It’s an…anally induced ejaculation.”

Stephen floundered as he tried to process what she was saying. Her hands were between his legs again. This time he could feel her fingers poking between his crack.

“You’re gonna feel a little pressure inside your rectum–I mean–inside your bum bum, okay?”

Without waiting for his go ahead, she pressed her two fingers into his hole. That familiar feeling of the invader was back again. But this time there was more friction, and more wriggling.

“So you just…finger bang him?” Mallory asked, intrigued.

“You press upward behind his penis like this…” the nurse explained, demonstrating. .

Stephen felt a sudden, intense sensation. A combination of powerful pleasure mixed with the urge to pee.

“That’s their ‘g-spot’,” the nurse said,  “but I like to call it their little ‘button’. Because when you press it like this…”

She bent her wrist down in order to force her fingers further upward. Before Stephen could even let out a pathetic moan, there was clear sticky liquid shooting through his cage. “...it does that.” The nurse giggled.

“Is that cum??” Mallory asked, shocked.

“Just pre-ejaculate,” the nurse said, “The real stuff will cum in about a minute or 2.”

And right she was. In very little time, the nurse was able to masterfully work her fingers inside Stephen’s rectum to milk a large, thick, gooey load through his metal cage.

The nurse caught all of the spewing splooge inside the little plastic jar. Continuing to work her fingers up and down against his prostate until she was sure she drained as much of his balls as she could.

“And that’s it!” the nurse said proudly, holding up the little container of semen for Mallory to see before she screwed the lid on to seal it.

Mallory was mystified. “Wow! I had no idea that was possible! Did you like that, Stephie?”

Stephen would be lying if he said he didn’t. It was one of the most intense–albeit, strangest–orgasms he’d ever had in his life. He nodded, still breathing heavily and overcome with relief.

“Well good!” Mallory laughed, “Because if you can make your cummies just from getting your wittle butthole touched, I don’t see a reason why we’d need to remove your cage anymore!!”

The girls laughed at Stephen’s now terrified expression. But paid him no more attention as the nurse set the sample on the counter, and grabbed another one.

“We’re also going to need a urine sample.” she said.

“How are we going to do that?” Mal inquired.

The nurse smirked, opening the cabinet below the sink. She took out a miniature plastic basin, pink in color. Mallory gasped and giggled, “Ohhh!! Look Stephie!”

But Stephen didn’t know what it was. He looked back and forth between the two women, bewildered.

The nurse placed it on the floor in the middle of the room. “It’s a potty!!” Mallory exclaimed, explaining to Stephen like he was a toddler. “Aren’t you excited?? You finally get to use the potty again like a ‘big’ boi!!”

The girls grinned and cackled like it was a joke only they were in on. Stephen was not so amused. However, he did like the idea of being able to pee again without having to wear the warmth around for the next few hours.

“Come over here and have a seat, sweetie!” Mallory said, calling him like a puppy. “Come on! Come on wittle Stephie! Let’s see if you can show this nice lady how to use the potty…”

Despite the humiliating display, Stephen climbed off the crinkly table and the even more crinkly diaper. He accidentally pulled the latter off and onto the floor, the empty diaper floating softly. The girls found that amusing. He blushed as he stood over the tiny plastic ‘potty’, straddling it.

“Do I…”

“No, silly!” Mallory laughed, “Just because your little pecker is permanently pointing down, that doesn’t mean you can do this standing up. You need to squatty on your potty before you go pee pee!!”

Stephen rolled his eyes, squatting down into a catcher’s position over the little basin. He didn’t think the cheap plastic could handle his full weight, so he hovered just above it, his caged cock dangling inside.

The girls seemed satisfied with that. They both stood over him with their hands on their knees. “Okay Stephie!” Mallory cheered, “Go potty! Come on! Show Mommy what a big boi you are by sprinkling your wittle tinkle for the nice nurse!!”

Stephen blushed. He felt absolutely ridiculous. Obviously this whole process was designed to humiliate him, and it was working. Having two beautiful women cooing and clapping at him to pee in an exposed, degrading manner was not his idea of a good time. His cage was still leaking residual sticky goo, which flung around in ropes as his penis pendulumed back and forth. He didn’t really have to pee, and their incessant jeering didn’t make it any easier.

“Awww! Is the wittle guy shy?” The nurse teased, jutting out her bottom lip exaggeratedly.

“I think he just prefers piddling in his wittle pampurrs!” Mallory laughed, “Is there not a way to get a sample from his pissy padding?”

“I’m afraid not.” The nurse tisked. “He’s just gonna have to learn to use the potty…”

“Well we might be here a while then…” Mallory laughed.

Stephen was determined to prove her wrong. But for some reason he just couldn’t get anything to come out. He whimpered in frustration, then realized that only made him appear more infantile. He wasn’t used to peeing in this position. To be honest, he mainly squatted down like this when he needed to poop his pampers. He bit his bottom lip, trying to activate any and all muscles around his bladder.

The nurse seemed to lose patience, taking her hands off her knees, standing up, and walking behind Stephen. Probably preparing for another test.

But the dip in viewership seemed to help him. He could feel himself relaxing. Mallory put a hand on his back, rubbing it up and down. “Come on, honey. You can do it!” She whispered. “Pee pee in your potty!”

That did it, finally it started to flow. He could feel it trickling through his cage and into the tiny bowl beneath. Now that he was midstream, he wondered if it would be able to contain it all.

“Yayy!! Look at you go!!” Mallory cheered. The nurse came back to witness the spectacle, clapping along with Stephen’s wife as if it were a lifetime achievement.

“All done?” The nurse asked when the trickling stopped. Stephen nodded. He had hardly even filled it half way when she pulled it out from beneath him. The nurse took the potty over to the counter, dumped the contents into a plastic testing container, put the potty in the sink, and screwed the lid on the sample.

“Okay.” she said, sighing, “Last but not least: an enema!”

******

“The doctor will be in in a minute!” The nurse said, smiling as she wheeled the enema bag out the door, closing it behind her.

Stephen’s bowels were gurgling from the warm, swirling contents that had just been pumped into them. He sat uncomfortably on the bench in his fresh diaper. He thought about emptying the enema inside of it, but didn’t want to have an extremely wet, messy diaper when the doctor came in. It was silly, but he didn’t want to look like more of a baby than he already felt.

Mallory smiled at his discomfort, watching him from her chair across the room. “How you feeling, honey? Nice and cleaned out?”

Stephen squirmed, grabbing his tummy and shaking his head ‘no’, groaning.

“Awww! Well don’t worry! You will be soon…” she giggled.

Stephen wanted to retort. To say something profound that could salvage his dignity. But before he could, the door clicked open.

“Hello!!” the woman in a white coat said. “I’m Dr. Hawk!! How are you??”

She spoke to Mallory, not Stephen. It was like he wasn’t even there, or like he wouldn’t be able to understand ‘grown-up talk’.

“I’m good! I’m Mallory!” she exclaimed, smiling and standing up to shake the Doctor’s hand.

Dr. Hawk was probably in her early 40’s. She hardly had any grey in her auburn hair that was tied back in a loose bun. She had black horn-rimmed glasses atop her long hooked nose.

The women continued to share small-talk while Stephen shifted carefully.

Finally, Dr. Hawk turned around, as if noticing him for the first time. “And who’s this little guy?”

“This is Stephie!” Mallory answered for him, even though Stephen already had his mouth open to answer.

Dr. Hawk’s perfume was a bit more flowery than the nurse’s was. She stood between his legs as she fished something from her white coat. “Can you open your mouth up nice and wide for me, Stephie? We’re going to check your throat.” She brought a long, smooth instrument up to his jaw. What Stephen expected to be a tongue depressor was actually a slender, phallic-shaped dildo.

Stephen tried to squirm, but Mallory gave him a stern look as the plastic penis was pressed into his mouth. Dr. Hawk eyed the ceiling like she was thinking about something as she pushed it in further.

“His gag reflex is still intact,” she said as he sputtered, jamming it back and forth past his tonsils. “But it seems to be regressing. I recommend having him work on it for at least 15 minutes, twice a day.”

She pulled the dildo from his mouth. Stephen gasped for air, wiping the drool and snot from his face. Mallory smirked while the doctor pulled out her stethoscope.

“Has he shown interest in cock yet?” Dr. Hawk asked, lifting his shirt and placing the instrument to his skin.

“He’s been a little…reluctant.” Mallory said, “We’ve tried to bring out the strapon and even suggested other guys but–”

“I’m not gay!” Stephen exclaimed, face still screwed up from the mixture stirring in his belly.

Mallory immediately pulled a pacifier from her purse and shoved it in his mouth. “Shhh!! Sweetheart, women are talking.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled sheepishly at the doctor, somewhat embarrassed. But Dr. Hawk didn’t seem to care. She moved the bell of the stethoscope up, down, and around Stephen’s chest, and then finally held it over his heart.

“Can you look at the screen behind me, Stephie?” she said, inclining her head backwards.

There was a digital screen that lit up. Stephen hadn’t noticed it before, but there was now a picture of a vase inside the black frame. Dr. Hawk clicked a little remote with her hand and the image changed to a picture of a large, erect penis. It stayed there for several seconds, veins bulging out the sides, then switched to an image of a chair. Then to a big, black, almost juicy looking dick, then to an elephant.

The images continued to fluctuate between otherwise unassuming objects, and abnormally large, lubed-up penises interspersed intermittently.

“His heart rate seems to elevate when a penis is shown,” Dr. Hawk said, removing her stethoscope, “But not as much as we’d expect from someone this far along. How long has he been–?”

“4 months.” Mallory answered immediately. Looking a bit like a concerned mother who was just told her offspring wasn’t developing properly.

“Still young then, but let’s make sure to have him sleeping with his hypnos at night. And I always tell mommies that it never hurts to have them on during the day either!” Dr. Hawk explained, making some notes on her chart. “Can you lay back on the bench for me, Stephie?”

Stephen did as he was told, sucking his paci and praying for this to be over soon so he could expel the contents of his bowels.

“Is he talking a lot?” Dr. Hawk asked, “I heard him earlier…”

“He babbles sometimes. I’ve been working on making him use lispy baby talk, but he’s a little resistant. He talks like a grown-up more than he should.”

Dr. Hawk nodded, like that was expected, but still made a note on the chart. “Don’t be afraid to spank him. Psychologists all agree that corporal punishment is best for training a new AB. Gentle parenting has been proven to be ineffective, even though the opposite is true for a real baby.”

Mallory continued to smirk and make mental notes while Dr. Hawk ran her hands along Stephen’s body. She felt his breasts, squeezing and squishing them painfully, seeing how much they filled out her hands. “These are coming in nicely…” she said. “The formula is definitely working…” She moved down to his bloated abdomen, pressing her hands firmly into his pudgy belly.

That did it.

Stephen couldn’t hold it any more. The pressure squirted a little of the enema out of his hole like he was a human water gun and–-once the floodgates were open–Stephen decided to let it all flow out. He felt the runny liquid fill the padding of his diaper almost instantly. Groaning and grunting as he emptied himself.

Dr. Hawk lifted her hands up for a second in mock surprise. “Oh goodness! Looks like somewon had to go!”

Stephen’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as both the women laughed over him. He covered his face like a humiliated toddler, as if that would help him escape the shame.

“Does he usually know when he’s about to defile his diaper?” Dr. Hawk asked.

“Yes–I mean…I think he does…” Mallory said, “I usually catch him squatting behind the couch or trying to sneak one in when he thinks I’m not paying attention.”

Dr. Hawk nodded, processing. “He’ll need more neural inhibitors. It’ll block the signal from his bladder and rectum to his brain that tells it when he has to go potty. Nothing like seeing their shocked face when they make a full diaper unexpectedly. How many poopy diapers does he currently make per day?”

“About one or two depending on what he eats.”

“Hmm…we need to get up to at least three. I’m going to prescribe fiber pills and stool softeners, they can be added to his bottles. Just make sure he is eating regularly.”

Mallory wasn’t particularly thrilled about the prospect of changing 3 poopy diapers every day, but it was what the doctor ordered.

“And what about you? Are you breastfeeding?” Dr. Hawk asked her.

Mallory hesitated and gave the answer she knew would not be taken lightly: “No.”

Dr. Hawk gave her that look. Mallory hated that look. The look every woman gave her when they found out she wasn’t doing things the ‘natural way’.

“Is your milk coming in?” Dr. Hawk asked, trying to not sound judgemental.

“Yes but…” Mallory said, trying to find the words. Stephen actually liked seeing her uncomfortable for once. “It…it hurts…”

“What? The milk?” the Doctor asked, “If so…you can always pump…”

“No…it’s…his teeth.”

Dr. Hawk waved the comment away as if it were nothing. “Oh that’s nothing. Your nipples will get used to it eventually, but until then it’s just another thing you have to train him on. Or…you could always get his teeth removed…”

Stephen’s eyes went wide at that, but he could tell by the look on Mallory’s face that that was a little too extreme, even for her.

“We can give breastfeeding another try.” Stephen said, paci dropping from his mouth. He remembered he wasn’t supposed to speak so he tried to regress to his baby talk, “Stephie will be gentle mommy…I pwomise.”

The women nodded approvingly.

“And finally, are your needs being taken care of?” Dr. Hawk asked Mallory, then clarified. “Sexually…”

“Oh, very much so!” Mallory said, grinning from ear to ear. She stroked Stephen’s hair affectionately, “Stephie has gotten quite good with his tongue, and Stephie’s new Daddy takes care of me quite well, doesn’t he baby??”

Stephen whimpered and nodded, trying not to think of the shouts of ecstasy coming through the baby monitor last night.

“Well isn’t that wonderful?!” The Doctor asked rhetorically, she took her prodding hands off Stephen’s body and began removing her gloves. “Overall I’d say he’s quite the healthy little AB. But his regression is moving a bit slower than normal. I’m going to suggest we up his regimen across the board, and get him on his way to becoming a beautiful little baby girl.”

Stephen dropped the paci again as his jaw flopped open. “A b-b-baby g-girl?!” he asked, flabbergasted. Convinced he didn’t hear right.

“Oh yes, didn’t your Mommy tell you?” Dr. Hawk asked, stepping aside for Mallory to come forward.

“That’s right honey! You’re not just going to be a baby anymore! You’re going to be a sissy baby GIRL!”

******

After Dr. Hawk made her exit, the hot nurse from before came back in.

“How was everything?” she asked, checking the chart and standing next to Stephen. She sniffed the air, “Goodness, did somewon go poo poo again??”

Stephen had almost forgotten about the enema he’d expelled earlier.  He was still in a daze, trying to absorb all the information the doctor laid out for them.

“It’s okay, little one! I’ll be happy to change your diaper right after I give you a couple s-h-o-t’s…”

Even though it was spelled out for him like a toddler, Stephen’s brain finally clicked into gear at that. He started to squirm as the realization hit him.

“What kind of shots??” he asked, panicking.

The nurse giggled, “Oh just a little bit of alpha blockers, neural inhibitors, and some special hormones to make you grow weak and helpless!”

Stephen shifted in his squishy diaper. “No! NO! Absolutely not! I don’t want those!! No way!!”

“Stephen!” Mallory hissed, “Control yourself!”

“It’s okay…this happens a lot actually.” The nurse shrugged nonchalantly, “A lot of the boys don’t take too kindly to it, but we have our ways…”

She pressed a button on a little remote similar to what the doctor had. In no time at all two very large men burst through the door. Stephen squealed pathetically as the men easily overpowered him. They held his arms and legs, flailing wildly, and cinched them into the medical restraints. Try as he might, Stephen was immobile, But that didn’t stop him from screaming and wailing.

Mallory shoved the paci back in his mouth, holding it there. “Shhhh…it’s okay baby…” she cooed, cradling his head in her arms. “It’s just a little prick. Kind of like how you have a little prick! Haha”

The nurse and bodyguards laughed at her joke. Stephen wasn’t nearly as amused. His screams muffled behind the pacifier and Mallory’s hand as the nurse prepared the first round of shots. Stephen’s diaper crinkled as the first one entered his thigh.

“Turn him over please.” the nurse said. The large men in scrubs forced Stephen onto his side as much as the bonds would allow. They apparently knew it would be a gluteal injection, as one of them moved Stephen’s soggy diaper to the side enough for the nurse to poke the needle into Stephen’s squirming buttcheek.

“All done!” The nurse called cheerily. Covering the area with a pink mermaid band-aid. “Thank you gentlemen! I can take it from here…”

******

“Would you like a lollipop, little guy?” The lady at the front desk asked.

Stephen’s bum was still numb from the shot. His face was still leaking tears and snot from crying, but for some reason a lollipop sounded fantastic. Anything to cheer him up after an awful day. He sniffled as he grabbed one of the white sticks, pulling out the red colored one. When he undid the wrapper, he wasn’t surprised at all to see that the candy was shaped like a small, hard, penis.

He whimpered, knowing it would be more of a fuss to put it back, so he put it in his mouth and sighed.

The lady sniggered, turning back to Mallory. “Everything is all taken care of for today, here are the prescriptions that the doctor ordered, and your account will be credited $5,000 for contributing to the new Regression Program. Do you need any supplies before you go?”

“Do you…have any diaper samples?” Mallory asked, “My friends tell me you always have free giveaways at the doctor’s office I should take advantage of.”

“Oh of course!!” The lady said excitedly, rolling her chair back and grabbing a box under the desk. “These are the new line of Princess Pampers. They should go great with his new…regimen.”

She said that last part with a wink, handing the box to Stephen to carry.

“Thank you so much!!” Mallory said, grinning.

“No thank you for contributing to the Matriarchy!” The receptionist gleamed, “That’s one less sleazebag, and one more adorable diapered man in the world!”

“Oh…he won’t look like a man much longer, will you honey?” Mallory laughed, patting Stephen on his padded bum. “Come along sweetheart! Say goodbye to the nice lady!”

Stephen couldn’t really do anything with the box in his arms and the sucker in his mouth. So he just awkwardly nodded and tried not to cry as he walked out of the office, past the waiting area where other adult babies were waiting their turn, and went out the door to begin the next chapter of his life.

The End.