Chapter 7: Last Cast 🏥
The day had finally arrived. After six long weeks, Oliver was going to have his cast removed. He felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as they sat in the hospital waiting room. For the first time in weeks, he wasn’t wearing a diaper. At his own insistence, Amy had helped him change into normal underwear right before leaving home. He wanted to feel like himself again — even if only for a few hours.
When his name was called, they walked together into the examination room. Oliver lay down on the medical bed, his heart beating faster than usual. But just as the doctor entered, he received an urgent call and had to step out.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” the doctor said before disappearing.
The minutes stretched on. Oliver shifted uncomfortably on the bed, the pressure in his bladder growing steadily. He tried to stay calm, but his body was betraying him. Amy, sitting beside him, noticed immediately — the way his jaw tightened and his good hand gripped the edge of the bed.
“Sweetheart,” she whispered gently, “would you like me to put a fresh diaper on you? Just in case.”
Oliver shook his head quickly, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “No… I can hold it. I don’t want to be wearing one when the doctor comes back.”
Time passed. Another doctor finally entered the room — a kind older woman — and began the procedure to remove the cast. Oliver endured the sawing with clenched teeth, not just from the noise, but from the increasing desperation between his legs. The moment the cast was off, he stood up too quickly.
“We need to get to the bathroom,” Amy said calmly, taking his arm.
They had barely left the consultation room when Oliver froze mid-step. A small, warm spurt escaped him, dampening his underwear. His face burned with shame.
“I… I can’t hold it,” he whispered, voice trembling.
Without hesitation, Amy guided him toward the accessible bathroom at the end of the corridor. Once inside and the door locked, she moved with quiet efficiency. She lowered his pants, removed the slightly wet underwear, and slipped a fresh diaper around his waist with practiced hands.
“It’s okay,” she murmured softly as she fastened the tapes. “Let go, baby. You’re safe now.”
Standing there with Amy’s gentle support, Oliver finally surrendered. The sound of him wetting the diaper filled the small bathroom as he let out a shaky breath of relief. Amy stayed close, one hand rubbing his back in slow circles, offering silent comfort until he was finished.
When it was over, she changed him into a dry diaper with the same tenderness she always showed. Oliver kept his eyes lowered, still embarrassed, but Amy lifted his chin gently and kissed his forehead.
“You did so well today,” she whispered. “I’m really proud of you.”
As they left the hospital, the afternoon sun felt warmer than usual. Amy kept her arm linked with his now-free one and smiled softly.
“Come on. Let’s go buy you those dinosaur cookies you like so much. The ones with the chocolate chips.”
Oliver’s blue eyes lit up despite his lingering embarrassment. He leaned his head against her shoulder for a moment as they walked.
“Thank you,” he said quietly. “For everything.”
Amy simply squeezed his hand, her heart full. She would always be there — through casts, through accidents, through every vulnerable moment — to remind him that he was loved exactly as he was.
Oliver and Amy stories
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