Young man made to wear diapers in hospital
Pat lay in the sterile hospital bed, the thin gown barely covering his legs. The room smelled of antiseptic, and the beeping monitors reminded him of his fragile state after the fall that landed him here. Deemed a high fall risk, he wasn't allowed out of bed without assistance, but the thought of what that might entail made his stomach twist. He had a secret—a deep-seated diaper fetish that he'd kept hidden his whole life. The idea of being diapered by strangers terrified him, not because he hated it, but because he feared his body would betray him with an obvious erection.
The door opened softly, and in walked a young nurse, her scrubs hugging her slim figure. She was in her mid-twenties, with kind eyes and a gentle smile that put patients at ease. Carrying a stack of adult diapers under one arm, she approached his bedside.
"Mr. Pat? I'm Nurse Emily. I need to discuss something important with you regarding your care," she said, her voice soft and professional, laced with empathy. She pulled up a chair, sitting close enough to speak confidentially. "Due to your fall risk status, the hospital policy requires us to implement additional safety measures. Walking to the bathroom unassisted isn't safe right now—it could lead to another accident, and we can't take that chance. These diapers will allow you to manage without getting up, ensuring your comfort and our protocols are followed. I know it's not ideal, but it's temporary, just until you're stronger."
Pat's face flushed hot. He shifted under the sheets, avoiding her gaze. "No, thank you. I can hold it. Or... use a bedpan. I don't need that."
Emily nodded understandingly, her expression remaining calm and non-judgmental. "I completely understand your hesitation, Mr. Pat. It's a sensitive topic, and many patients feel the same way at first. But the bedpan requires assistance each time, which could still pose risks if you're unsteady. This is the safest option for now. Would you like me to explain more about how it works?"
"No," Pat said firmly, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm not wearing a diaper. End of discussion."
Emily sighed softly, standing up. "Alright, I respect your feelings, but I do need to follow protocol. Let me consult with my supervisor. We'll find a way to make this comfortable for you." She stepped out, leaving Pat alone with his racing thoughts.
Minutes later, the door swung open again, this time with more force. In strode the head nurse, a striking woman in her forties with sharp features, full lips, and curves accentuated by her fitted uniform. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her presence filled the room like a storm cloud. Nurse Harlan was known for her no-nonsense attitude, and Pat felt a chill as her piercing blue eyes locked onto him.
"I hear you're giving my staff trouble, Pat," she said, her voice low and commanding, crossing her arms over her chest. Emily trailed behind her, looking apologetic.
Pat swallowed hard. "I just... I don't want to be diapered. It's humiliating."
Harlan stepped closer, towering over his bed with an air of unyielding authority. "Humiliating? Yes I am sorry but, young man. You're in my hospital, and we are responsible if you fall. Fall risk means no unsupervised movement. We can’t really give you a choice. We normally call them briefs not diapers but since you brought the word up yes we need to diaper you to keep you safe, only other choice would be a catheter and insurance won’t all for that, it is not medically necessary and the is always a risk for UTI infections with those. Just lie back back and cooperate."
Pat's heart pounded. He opened his mouth to protest, but her glare silenced him. The fetish stirred in his mind, a forbidden thrill mixing with dread. What if he got hard? They'd see everything.
"Emily, prepare the supplies," Harlan ordered, her tone brooking no argument. Emily nodded and unfolded a diaper on the bedside table, along with wipes, baby powder, and lotion.
Pat squirmed as they pulled back the sheets, exposing his lower half. He was naked underneath the gown, his cock already twitching at the vulnerability. "Please, wait—"
"Shh," Harlan cut him off, her hand firm on his shoulder, we got this, don't talk back. Think nothing of it, just pretend you are a baby if you have to, one who needs his diapee."
Emily lifted his legs with surprising strength, sliding the diaper underneath. Pat's face burned as his cock stiffened fully, tenting upward, pre-cum beading at the tip. The cool air hit his skin, and the soft padding crinkling under him sent a jolt through his body.
Harlan noticed immediately, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Oh, I see now. That's why you're fighting this. You like it, don't you? Getting all hard from being treated like a naughty baby boy."
Emily paused, her cheeks pinkening, but she didn't stop. She sprinkled baby powder generously over his groin, the sweet scent filling the air as her fingers dusted it across his balls and shaft. The powder clung to his erection, making it throb visibly.
"It's okay, sweetie," Emily cooed softly, her sensitive nature adapting to the moment, treating him with exaggerated tenderness. "Mommy's here to make it all better. Look at that cute little stiffy."
Pat whimpered, his resistance crumbling under their combined attention. Harlan took over, her dominant hands gripping the diaper's front, pulling it up snugly between his legs, pushing his hard on down against his stomach. She taped it secure, the padding pressing firmly against his hard cock, trapping the powder inside.
"There we go," Harlan purred, patting the front of the diaper with a possessive slap. "All snug and safe. But look at you, peeing already. Such a messy baby."
They adjusted him like an infant, powdering his ass cheeks before folding everything into place. Pat's hips bucked involuntarily as the material rubbed his sensitive skin. He submitted fully now, eyes squeezing shut in humiliated bliss.
Emily giggled lightly, her initial dignity giving way to enjoyment. "He's so responsive. Should we... help him calm down?"
Harlan's eyes gleamed with control. "Oh, yes. Babies need to be taken care of properly." She reached down, her palm pressing flat against the diaper's bulge, rubbing in slow, firm circles. The friction through the padding sent waves of pleasure through Pat's cock, the powder adding a silky slide.
Pat moaned, his body arching. "P-please..."
"Shh, baby," Emily whispered, stroking his thigh while leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Let it out. Good boys cum in their diapees."
Harlan increased the pressure, grinding her hand harder, feeling his shaft pulse beneath. "Cum for us, Pat. Show Mommy how much you love your diaper."
The stimulation built fast— the rubbing, the crinkling sounds, the baby talk overwhelming his senses. Pat's balls tightened, and with a gasp, he thrust into her hand. Hot cum spurted inside the diaper, adding to the pre he already let out, he felt the warmth spreading as his erection twitched and softened.
Harlan kept rubbing gently through his aftershocks, milking every drop. "That's it. Good baby. All messy now, just like you wanted."
Emily smiled, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "We'll check on you soon, sweetie. Rest now."
They tucked the sheets over him, leaving Pat panting in the afterglow, the wet diaper a constant, arousing reminder of his submission. For the first time, the embarrassment felt like sweet surrender.
The door opened softly, and in walked a young nurse, her scrubs hugging her slim figure. She was in her mid-twenties, with kind eyes and a gentle smile that put patients at ease. Carrying a stack of adult diapers under one arm, she approached his bedside.
"Mr. Pat? I'm Nurse Emily. I need to discuss something important with you regarding your care," she said, her voice soft and professional, laced with empathy. She pulled up a chair, sitting close enough to speak confidentially. "Due to your fall risk status, the hospital policy requires us to implement additional safety measures. Walking to the bathroom unassisted isn't safe right now—it could lead to another accident, and we can't take that chance. These diapers will allow you to manage without getting up, ensuring your comfort and our protocols are followed. I know it's not ideal, but it's temporary, just until you're stronger."
Pat's face flushed hot. He shifted under the sheets, avoiding her gaze. "No, thank you. I can hold it. Or... use a bedpan. I don't need that."
Emily nodded understandingly, her expression remaining calm and non-judgmental. "I completely understand your hesitation, Mr. Pat. It's a sensitive topic, and many patients feel the same way at first. But the bedpan requires assistance each time, which could still pose risks if you're unsteady. This is the safest option for now. Would you like me to explain more about how it works?"
"No," Pat said firmly, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm not wearing a diaper. End of discussion."
Emily sighed softly, standing up. "Alright, I respect your feelings, but I do need to follow protocol. Let me consult with my supervisor. We'll find a way to make this comfortable for you." She stepped out, leaving Pat alone with his racing thoughts.
Minutes later, the door swung open again, this time with more force. In strode the head nurse, a striking woman in her forties with sharp features, full lips, and curves accentuated by her fitted uniform. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her presence filled the room like a storm cloud. Nurse Harlan was known for her no-nonsense attitude, and Pat felt a chill as her piercing blue eyes locked onto him.
"I hear you're giving my staff trouble, Pat," she said, her voice low and commanding, crossing her arms over her chest. Emily trailed behind her, looking apologetic.
Pat swallowed hard. "I just... I don't want to be diapered. It's humiliating."
Harlan stepped closer, towering over his bed with an air of unyielding authority. "Humiliating? Yes I am sorry but, young man. You're in my hospital, and we are responsible if you fall. Fall risk means no unsupervised movement. We can’t really give you a choice. We normally call them briefs not diapers but since you brought the word up yes we need to diaper you to keep you safe, only other choice would be a catheter and insurance won’t all for that, it is not medically necessary and the is always a risk for UTI infections with those. Just lie back back and cooperate."
Pat's heart pounded. He opened his mouth to protest, but her glare silenced him. The fetish stirred in his mind, a forbidden thrill mixing with dread. What if he got hard? They'd see everything.
"Emily, prepare the supplies," Harlan ordered, her tone brooking no argument. Emily nodded and unfolded a diaper on the bedside table, along with wipes, baby powder, and lotion.
Pat squirmed as they pulled back the sheets, exposing his lower half. He was naked underneath the gown, his cock already twitching at the vulnerability. "Please, wait—"
"Shh," Harlan cut him off, her hand firm on his shoulder, we got this, don't talk back. Think nothing of it, just pretend you are a baby if you have to, one who needs his diapee."
Emily lifted his legs with surprising strength, sliding the diaper underneath. Pat's face burned as his cock stiffened fully, tenting upward, pre-cum beading at the tip. The cool air hit his skin, and the soft padding crinkling under him sent a jolt through his body.
Harlan noticed immediately, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Oh, I see now. That's why you're fighting this. You like it, don't you? Getting all hard from being treated like a naughty baby boy."
Emily paused, her cheeks pinkening, but she didn't stop. She sprinkled baby powder generously over his groin, the sweet scent filling the air as her fingers dusted it across his balls and shaft. The powder clung to his erection, making it throb visibly.
"It's okay, sweetie," Emily cooed softly, her sensitive nature adapting to the moment, treating him with exaggerated tenderness. "Mommy's here to make it all better. Look at that cute little stiffy."
Pat whimpered, his resistance crumbling under their combined attention. Harlan took over, her dominant hands gripping the diaper's front, pulling it up snugly between his legs, pushing his hard on down against his stomach. She taped it secure, the padding pressing firmly against his hard cock, trapping the powder inside.
"There we go," Harlan purred, patting the front of the diaper with a possessive slap. "All snug and safe. But look at you, peeing already. Such a messy baby."
They adjusted him like an infant, powdering his ass cheeks before folding everything into place. Pat's hips bucked involuntarily as the material rubbed his sensitive skin. He submitted fully now, eyes squeezing shut in humiliated bliss.
Emily giggled lightly, her initial dignity giving way to enjoyment. "He's so responsive. Should we... help him calm down?"
Harlan's eyes gleamed with control. "Oh, yes. Babies need to be taken care of properly." She reached down, her palm pressing flat against the diaper's bulge, rubbing in slow, firm circles. The friction through the padding sent waves of pleasure through Pat's cock, the powder adding a silky slide.
Pat moaned, his body arching. "P-please..."
"Shh, baby," Emily whispered, stroking his thigh while leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Let it out. Good boys cum in their diapees."
Harlan increased the pressure, grinding her hand harder, feeling his shaft pulse beneath. "Cum for us, Pat. Show Mommy how much you love your diaper."
The stimulation built fast— the rubbing, the crinkling sounds, the baby talk overwhelming his senses. Pat's balls tightened, and with a gasp, he thrust into her hand. Hot cum spurted inside the diaper, adding to the pre he already let out, he felt the warmth spreading as his erection twitched and softened.
Harlan kept rubbing gently through his aftershocks, milking every drop. "That's it. Good baby. All messy now, just like you wanted."
Emily smiled, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "We'll check on you soon, sweetie. Rest now."
They tucked the sheets over him, leaving Pat panting in the afterglow, the wet diaper a constant, arousing reminder of his submission. For the first time, the embarrassment felt like sweet surrender.
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