Chapter 10 17 Months Again
*(Haha! The chapter title is so clever, get it?! Like 17 again? But since Sonic is already a teenager, he's 17 months old instead again! Get it?!
*crickets chirping*
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Ok, I'm officially reading too much Sonic fanfiction. I'm getting as bad as him with the puns.
Ahem, on a serious note. So I'm sure some of you are annoyed by my talking, but I do have two important things to say before you start this chapter.
Recently one of my readers informed me that there is a rumor going around that this website may shut down as the servers have stopped responding to messages and have not updated anything to the forums for quite a while. This is cause for concern cause there are over 40 thousand STH fics posted on here all the way from the '90s. I implore you, dear reader, again to preserve your favorite stories! If the rumor turns out to be true, then thousands of stories and writer's works are at risk of disappearing in the blink of an eye. So spread the word, alert your favorite authors and save your stories just in case, especially older ones where the author is no longer active.
On a lighter note relating to the one above. Remember how I said one of my top favorite stories was taken down because the writer wanted to rework it? IT'S BACK! They reposted the story just a few days after my last update, and it's finished! I recommend you read it as it was one of the stories that got me writing my own. Yes, it is an ABDL Sonic fic; there is some foul language and some light Sonadow. If that makes you uncomfortable, I completely understand, I'm not a fan of Sonadow personally, but this one is not too bad. It's on Wattpad and called "My Blue Baby Boy."
Again huge recommendation for that fic, and please alert as many writers as you can about the potential of the website shutting down so that they can be prepared and save a copy of your favorites for yourself!
Bold text indicates Metal speaking; bold and italicized are Metal's thoughts. On with the show!)*

The morning sun rises higher over the hills, its soft morning rays peeking over the treetops and passing through one of the windows of a grey building. Behind the window are velvety curtains opened and hanging on the sides, allowing the warm glow to land on a small mass inside the green crib. The thick blanket gently swaying up and down with the softly dozing little hedgehog.
His face scrunches when the light hits his face; he sucks on the pacifier and nuzzles further into his cocoon, not ready to face the world yet. But the light persists, the blanket being ineffective in blocking it out. At its persistence, Sonic gives up sleeping anymore and rubs his face in defeat to wake himself up.
Pulling the pacifier out, he sits up and lets out a large yawn, stretching his arms and scratching his sides. "Mmmmphh. Don't wanna get up." he groans to no one. Shaking his head to clear out the cobwebs, he childishly rubs his eyes, recalling his conversation with Eggman the night before. "That went better than I think we both thought it would," he says, a little surprised about how well their discussion had gone over.
The lack of screaming demands and yelling made Sonic's hope of Eggman reforming grow. The doctor was genuinely acting more and more like a caring friend and less like a psychotic dictator. The blue blur, now knowing what he needed to do to help the human not only get on but stay on the right path, lifted his spirits and pushed away any hesitation about the babying situation. "Remember, stay positive, think about who you're doing this for, and as Shads said, hog up."
"Right." he nods with a resolute smirk and hops out of the crib, landing on his socked feet, akimbo, "So, my first official day as a baby. What do baby's do?" tapping a foot with a hand upon his chin, he rolls that thought around his brain, trying to recall how Tails acted when he was younger. "Tails was four when I found him, no diapers. And Cream? I didn't meet her and Vanilla until long after I met Tails, and she's two years younger than him. Hmmm...ok, do I know anyone who has any kids?...No." As he thought about it, Sonic realizes he has no idea what babies do.
Sure he had seen plenty and had even held and kissed a few for fans and the press, but that was it. He had never babysat anyone besides Cream. He knew Amy did some babysitting from time to time but not on any regular basis. And he couldn't recall how he was as a baby or toddler before meeting Eggman. Other than crying and using diapers, he didn't know about the day-to-day life events of a baby.
"Huh? Guess I'm stuck then."
"Well, Eggman did say we didn't have to act like a baby. He's just going to treat us like one."
"Right right...still makes me wonder-?"
Gggggrroooowlll!
"Hehehe." he lightheartedly chuckles at his stomach's prudent nagging, "Guess I can think about that stuff later. Right now, I think is a good time as any to grab some grub." setting his questions on babies and what they do aside, he leaves the nursery and heads out for some breakfast.
Stepping in the dining room, Sonic's brows rose, surprised not to see Eggman already sitting there waiting. Instead, Metal Sonic stiffly stood before him, not that the robot wasn't supposed to be there. He was just puzzled as to why Metal was here without the doc. "Well, you're looking especially shiny today. What's the occasion? Gotta hot date with the toaster?" He teased with a cocked head and wide smile, Metal Sonic's fan whirled, and he crossed his pointy arms, "I do not date; I am a robot. And if I did, I would never consider partnering myself with an inferior machine such as the bread warmer."
"Yeah, sure uh-huh. So where's Egghead?" the organic hedgehog asked, waving at his metal copy indifferently, not paying the robot much attention as he passed, sauntering up to his high chair. If he could, Metal would have rolled his eyes. They flickered instead. "Master is in the middle of a critical meeting. He will not be joining you for the morning meal."
"M'kay, that's cool, so what's on the menu then?" Sonic asks, climbing up to his seat. Once he's settled, he clicks the tray in front of him and leans over, watching Metal Sonic leave to grab his breakfast, "Bacon, eggs sunny side up, toast, and my special variety fruit salad." the robot responds before disappearing behind the double doors. The blue devil rests his head in his hands, slowly nodding, "Sounds good." Sonic replies when Metal returns and sets the plate on the tray table. Lifting the lid, steam rolls out, and the blue blur's mouth-waters at the detectable meal. He had to give it to the robot; Metal could cook the tastiest dishes, and Sonic couldn't complain about going hungry since his arrival at Eggman's. No wonder the man weighed a ton. Thankfully the blue blur didn't have to worry about that since his metabolism was as speedy as his feet and all his meals were healthy, besides his semi-frequent fast food trips.
"What would you like to drink?"
"Umm, got any apple juice?" Metal nods and leaves to retrieve his drink, as Sonic begins to butter and jam his slices of toast, respectively, and munches on the crispy bacon. "Mmmmmm! Cooked to perfection!" He mumbles happily; suddenly, a baby bottle filled with apple juice comes into view. His eyes perk up to Metal, "Your drink." he beeps, pushing the bottle closer to Sonic's face. Swallowing, the blue blur nods in gratitude and takes the baby bottle, eyeing it over. Metal stands stiff next to him like a decorative piece of armor, watching his every move.
Sonic's quills bristle; he tries not to pay attention to his duplicate staring at him creepily while he eats. But after a few minutes of his quills bristling nonstop and piercing red lights boring at him, he can't take it anymore and addresses his copy, asking, "Uh, you need something?"
"Master wishes for me to stay with you for today." Metal Sonic flatly states, "What? Why?" Sonic blinks owlishly, mouth stuffed with toast. "Your behavior has been erratic, and since Master is unavailable to watch over you. He has given me the task to make sure you stay out of trouble. Despite your assurance of improving your behavior, he still wishes for you to be monitored until further notice."
"Great, " Sonic's ears lower. Apparently, the doctor had forgotten to mention this to him last night, "So you're basically my babysitter for the day?" he says more as a statement than a question. "Correct." Metal confirms; Sonic sighs, tossing his head back on the cushioned chair with a soft thud. "Ugh! Fine! Stupid lousy baby treatment." he mumbles, looking back to his bottle; he gathers his wits and takes a sip of juice.
It takes him a couple of tries before he figures out the best way to suckle the bottle, but once he does, its contents are downed quickly, along with the rest of his breakfast. Once he finishes, Metal Sonic removes the tray allowing Sonic to hop off, and the blue devil begins to walk out of the dining room, "Where are you going?" Metals sharply calls, halting the hedgehog midstep. "Hmm? Oh, the gym. I'll see ya later, Metal." Sonic waves but is stopped again by Metal Sonic stepping in his way, impending him from his morning run.
"Negative. I will escort you." Sonic slouches, shaking his head, pinching the space between his eyes, and lets out a strained groan, "Metal, you don't have to follow me. I just told you where I was going. You don't have to follow me everywhere I go. Just check up on me every once in a while or better yet, not at all, ok? I can manage by myself!"
"Negative. Master specifically requested I keep you under surveillance today until he returns; therefore, I must follow you."
Agh! Stupid metallic copy walking dictionary, freak show of a robot! This is so creepy! I can't go anywhere or do anything by myself anymore!
"Fine!" Sonic yells, tossing his arms in the air, flustered that he couldn't escape the badnick's watch. "Just keep your distance. I don't want tuh run into your creepy red eyes every time I turn around." he glares, pointing directly to those piercing red lights. With a huff, Sonic shuffles off, Metal trailing behind.
A short walk later, the two entered the gym. So far, Sonic's favorite part of the base. Why, do you ask? Eggman rarely (more like never) stepped foot into this area, and there was a plethora of machines and activities for Sonic to choose from! It was as good as any playground for the athletic hedgehog. It had a spinning wheel (imagine a giant hamster's wheel it was Sonic's favorite), a rock-climbing wall, running track (also a favorite), swimming pool (yeah, he wasn't going anywhere near there), weight lifts, stationary bikes, gymnastics equipment and so much more he didn't have a clue what it all was.
"Whoops, forgot the sneaks!" Sonic suddenly remembered quickly dashing past his duplicate in blue light; he returned a second later with his trademark shoes. Metal Sonic spun in place from the force of the hedgehog's self-created wind, tipping side to side before his balance modules kicked in. The robot narrowed the L.E.D. lights on his optical receptors glowering at his organic counterpart with mixed irritation and hate. "Please refrain from running in the halls. You nearly knocked me off onto the floor."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Metal." Sonic says, feigning remorse, "I didn't realize how delicate you are. Guess looks can be pretty deceiving." he remarks sarcastically, slipping his footing on, and begins to stretch, "Would have thought that after all our battles together, Eggman would've made you with something that could take a good pounding. But if a simple fall to the floor puts a dent in your motor guess, I was wrong." he snidely smirks at the robot before blowing a raspberry and kicking up a leg blasting to the running track. Metal Sonic glares, silently seething underneath, causing his hard drive to dangerously overheat, wishing Eggman hadn't taken out his primary objective of getting rid of the blue hedgehog from his directive.
Ever since my fleshy counterpart entered Master's fortress, taking my place as second in command, he's done nothing but proven how useless organic beings can be. Making me the fool and not contributing to the base's functions or serving Master adequately. On the contrary, he has been nothing but a nuisance and a thorn on our sides. Instead of focusing on improving his machines, Master has gone soft and tied himself down to caring for my worthless copy since he can no longer tend to himself.
As Metal stood and watched a blue blur spin round and round the track, he put his processors and internet connection to use searching and planning of way to get back at Sonic for taking his place as Eggman's right-hand man and essentially calling him a delicate prissy piece of glass that would break at the slightest change of wind.
Ok, that isn't what his organic copy said, but Metal could read between the lines! And he was going to pay...eventually.
Exercise and a meal full of laxatives really do not go well together, Sonic discovered. While he knew Eggman was putting the latter in his meals, he didn't know the former only helped speed up the process.
As he continued running around the track, his stomach churned and gurgled, slowly drawing his attention away from counting how many laps he had run to the future condition of his diaper in a few minutes. Gradually coming to a stop, Sonic crouched at the halfway point with a gloved hand cradling his stomach, "Oh man. That chili dog from yesterday is really talking to me now, ugh." he moaned, the anxiety stirring in his stomach making him feel worse.
It's ok, Sonic. This is all a part of the process; no big deal! You knew this would happen at some point...I was just hoping it would be a little later. Having the sensation of eyes on his back, he looks around to see Metal Sonic in the distance, still standing and watching him like an eagle. "Hey! Can't a guy get a little privacy here?!" he yells in irritation and embarrassment that the robot was here to witness him in this position, "Why do you require privacy?" Sonic chokes at the badnick in shock; how dunce could this robot be? "You're kidding me, right?"
"No. Wait..." Metal says, holding a finger up for silence; after a solid 5 seconds, he states. "Crouching posture and scans indicate pressure and cramping in lower intestines. You are about to excrete your waste, also known as fecal matter, are you not?" Sonic cringes, groaning in disgust at the badnick. He didn't have to tell the hedgehog what was going on in his insides that he already knew. "Ok, seriously gross! Don't ever say that again. And yes! I would really like some priva-ugh," he wines and grunts, rubbing his stomach as it rolls; he glares back at Metal as his urgency increased. "I would like some privacy. You don't have to leave just...turn around or something! I'll let you know when I'm done, so please just go!" he emphatically yells, making shooing motions at the robot.
Metal Sonic beeped in indifference, not caring how uncomfortable the hedgehog was about excreting in front of him. But he did consider the action, if not most of an organic being's habits and needs, ineffective and disgusting, so he complied. Turning to and standing before the opposite wall waiting for the blue blur to finish his business.
"Thank you!" Sonic whispers, grateful that for once, Metal listened to what he said. Unfortunately, it didn't dispel his nerves about messing the diaper, "Ok, Sonic; it's ok, you can do this, you can do this...just..." he lowly mumbles bending his nervously shaking legs at a slight angle and closed his eyes, to concentrate on pushing. Slowly he felt his meal from yesterday leave and begin to plop down in the diaper. As before, after Sonic gets started, it comes out a lot easier. He feels somewhat grateful for the laxatives knowing that messing his diaper would have been a lot harder without them. He loosens up when the last bit drops, and Sonic sighs in relief until he realizes that he needs to pee now.
"Well, no time like the present." Taking a breath, he concentrates again, meditating about the garden as he did yesterday, and lets loose a warm feeling spreading on his front, sagging the diaper down more. A shiver runs up his arms and makes Sonic release an unexpected little giggle at the release. He blushes at the silly noise he just made. Straightening up, he looks down at the diaper when he finishes, "Wow, ahem...Eggman wasn't kidding when he said I really had to go." he chuckles in embarrassment and scratches the side of his head. He felt much better now, having emptied his tanks and couldn't get over how the reoccurring warmth in his diaper felt unexpectedly...pleasant? Still, it looks disgusting! He cringes. Looking back up, he saw Metal Sonic still facing the wall and calls to the robot stuttering, "O-o-ok. I'm-I'm done now." the badnick turns around, looking at his counterpart wearing now a dirty and full diaper. "You have used your diaper." He says, stating the obvious. "Y-yeah, I did..." Sonic's shameful grimace widened, cheeks still bright pink. "I will inform Master you require a change immediately to prevent a rash from forming."
"Oh, great, t-thanks," Sonic replies quietly and sweatdrops at the mention of a rash, shyly hugging himself. At least the problem of how to let Eggman know he needed a change without embarrassment had been taken care of for him. He didn't think there was a delicate way for him to admit that without turning tomato red and stuttering like an idiot.
A few beeps and clicks later, Metal says, "Eggman will arrive at the nursery shortly. I will escort you there." nodding, Sonic spread his legs further apart, pigeon-toed to walk without mushing the contents of his diaper, letting it sag, and awkwardly toddles after the robot.
Sonic's heart races the closer they get to the nursery, feeling exposed wearing the bulky diaper. Though this is his third diaper change, he can't help but still feel embarrassed, and his cheeks redden, knowing that in a few moments, Eggman would be taking care of his mess. Part of him couldn't believe the doctor would be willing to...change him in the first place! Aren't dirty diapers the bane of a new parent's existence, especially fathers? Then again, Eggman was a doctor, so a dirty diaper was nothing compared to slimy organs in surgeries the man had studied and worked with off and on for the past few decades. Any gross-out factor or gag reflex had to be long gone by now.
Well, at least Sonic didn't feel like crying like a baby like he had the last two times. Pausing at the door, he took in a shaky breath to try and calm himself, but his anxiety didn't dissipate. Instead, it increased when the doors opened with Eggman waiting for them on the other side. His eyes widened, surprised to see the man already there. When did Eggy get here so fast?
"Ah, there you two are. Metal told me you need a change, is that correct?" Eggman kindly smiled down to him; Sonic's heart leaped to his throat. His ears laid back, and he nodded slowly, "There, there, Sonic, it's nothing to be ashamed about. It's only natural." Eggman reassured, picking the hedgehog up and laying him over his jacket shoulder soothingly rubbing between cobalt quills before laying him down on the table. Sonic didn't believe the doctor one bit. Me? Sonic the Hedgehog using diapers like an ordinary baby?! No, this can't be right one bit!
The blue blur braced himself as he was laid down, heart beating so fast it almost felt like it was going to fly out of his chest. He was shaking so much he was a nervous wreck! "Hey, hey, hey. Calm down..." Eggman cooes worried about seeing Sonic so freaked out; he gently rubs an ear seeing as the trick had worked before to help him calm down. Poor thing is half terrified. He's making this much worse than it has to be for himself. If he just calmed down, he would see this isn't that bad.
Sonic flinches at the touch, freezing when the doctor begins to rub the sweet spot, and an excited chill goes through him before his muscles lax at the ear rub. He smiles for a split second before pulling himself together back to a neutral expression. "That's right, just stay still, and I'll fix you up in a jiffy," Eggman says once Sonic's shivering lessens.
Sonic's heart finally slows, and he obeys, moving his gaze to the ceiling, emerald eyes widening in surprise to see glow-in-the-dark star stickers. Had those always been there? Or am I just now catching it? That's really cool! I wonder if they're just the lame store-bought kind or if Eggy made them himself? It wouldn't surprise me if he did make them, and I'm sure they'd be a million times cooler! He ponders, worry fading away as he takes a mental note to check later tonight. Eggman untapes the diaper repeating the procedure from last time, wiping the blue blur's tushy clean and removing the used diaper, replacing it with a fresh, clean one. Taking Sonic's legs, he lifts them and powders; a black nose twitches to the pleasant smell, and an unconscious smile twinges on the corner of Sonic's muzzle while he stays busy counting the stars.
Sonic is surprised at how well this diapering is going. Sure he's not crazy about it, and the prominent blush on his cheeks conveys how embarrassing this is for him, but still, it's not as horrible as he had initially imagined. It was, in a way, relaxing. Gently he feels his legs being placed back down onto the padding and Eggman tugging up the front to just above his tummy, making sure it fits snuggly before taping the diaper closed. "There you are!" The doctor hums with a grin, "Anything else you need before I go?" Sonic sits up and replies instantly, "Nope! And...uh...thanks." he softly mumbles, rubbing under his nose cheeks flushed.
The sight of the hedgehog blushing shyly tempted Eggman to give the blue blur a hug to comfort him, but the doctor stopped himself; he was pushing the boundaries as it was, and he didn't want to push too far. "As I said, it's perfectly alright. No need to be embarrassed. You can be yourself around me, my little hedgie!" Eggman chuckles, ruffling the blue blur's head instead and giving him a quick scratch; Sonic grumbles but accepts the affection trying not to give away how much he secretly enjoyed it.
Change finished Sonic hops down and leaves with Metal, Eggman right behind before the trio go their separate ways until another change is needed or the time for lunch is announced. Whichever comes first.