Grace being forced to do an enema because he’s been refusing to mess for a few days now because he’s been too busy working, that now they gotta make sure he doesn’t completely fuck himself up by holding all that in
Definitely results in some pretty full diapers and tons of praise for finally making big poopies~
15 hours, he had been working in the lab for 15 freaking hours. He thinks he fell asleep for a couple of minutes, just long enough for someone to step into his lab and jar him awake.
It's someone from the medical team. Hmmm, maybe they had some questions about the crew and Stratt was probably too busy to talk to them so they've came to him??
But, nope,,,they're here for Grace! Turns out the higher up you were in the project,,the more monitored your health was
And that included,,,,outputs or the lack thereof-
Grace almost snaps the pencil in his hand when the nurse so point blank states that they know Grace hasn't had a bowel movement is over 5 days. How, how do they know that??? They'd have to be....oh....they could probably tell by the fact that all his bundled paddings were only wet.
And now here he is, in the medical area of the facility. Squriming on the bed as he watches the nurse pulling out what looked like an iv bag and something that DEFINITELY didn't look like a needle.
"Alright Dr. Grace, we're going to give you an enema."
Grace's brows raise very high as he sputters, "E-excuse me??"
The nurse continues the set things up, "given your health records you're at a greater risk for impacts and bowel obstruction so we would rather avoid that," they explain, turning to Grace, "now, would you rather lay on your left or right?"
Grace could get up, he could tell them he'll be fine, he'll go gulp down some herbal tea! But, he stays seated, eyeing the lubricated probe.
He dryly swallows, knowing there's no real way to fight it, "r-right side."
Now what did surprise him was when after it was insert (thankfully not painful, just oddly warm) was the rustling of a fresh diaper.
"I-I think I can manage to you know," he jutted his chin in the direction of the washroom.
"They all say that," the nurse muses, "this is a very fast acting formula, depending on your impact, you'll have 10 maybe 20 seconds after it's be administered," they paused, already smoothing the front pannel of the diaper over Grace's slightly distended abdomen, "why risk those odds when we have a solution."
Absbjqbsb knowing Grace he DOES try to risk it, to at least make it inside the washroom before...you know
But, true to their word, once the bag was emptied inside his acting intestines and the probe was removed, Grace barley had time to stand before he was doubled over on the little stand beside the bed as everything came out.
He whines, tears blurring his vision as he feels the rolling cramps turn to a wamrth pressing against his skin as the padding expands and sags due to the sheer weight. All Grace can do is clutch his stomach (thankfully they let him keep his shirt and cardigan on) and let it happen.
Soon enough it's done, he's empty and...unsurprisingly feels a lot better, even if he is going to refuse to admit to that.
His head lifts up when he hears the snapping of a glove.
"Good job Dr. Grace," the nurse says, now holding changing supplies, "you'll probably be experiencing cramps for the next hour or so, along with some aftershocks," their hand gently cupping Grace's full backside, "very very good feels like everything that needed out got out."
Grace huffs, face a deep red, being praised for doing the most basic task, he should be feeling humiliated and undermined but,,,after that ordeal and the long work hours, being praised for filling his pants was,,,,nice
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