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Eggman stayed suspiciously quiet during the rest of the morning and never strayed far away from Sonic, no matter how many times he tried to lose the doctor. The blue blur figured it was because of the tracking chip in his collar that Eggman could find him in the maze of the base so easily. That and Eggman had lived there on and off for many years and had built the base himself, so he knew it like the back of his hand while Sonic had only been there for 9 days and hadn't explored much.

What?! He'd been busy!

That didn't matter right now anyway cause his mind was currently on other matters. If Sonic hadn't been worried before, he was now. With Eggman practically on his tail where ever he went, he couldn't escape to the garden to relieve himself. And the urge to go was only growing stronger in more ways than one. It took all the strength he had to not breakdown and do the potty dance.

Swiftly turning the corner, Sonic dashed past Eggman again in the hallways. Ignoring the yell for him to slow down and go to the gym's running track instead of speeding down the hallways. He kept running, leaving nothing behind but blue streaks of light cross-crossing on each other to confuse the tracking sensor. He figured if he went fast enough, he could get in and out of the garden before the tracker could process and catch up locating him to confirm Eggman's suspicious. Just a few more turns pour a little more speed, and that should do it!

Sonic turned to the left and made a beeline for the garden doors. Almost there! The door was fast approaching; before he knew what happened, pain rammed through his skull, knocking him back several feet away from the door, and he landed on his back.

Lying there moaning, he gently touches his head as the pain throbbed, "OW! What the heck?!" he whines, slowly standing on his feet. A mixture of dizziness and confusion as to why the doors didn't open distracts his brain from the urgency of his bladder. Sonic waits until the walls stopped spinning before he approaches again at a more reasonable speed and stops before the doors that still wouldn't open. He checks the little light on his collar, still red, not turning green as it should. Ok, maybe I was going too fast, and it didn't sense me? Backing up, he waited for one second before approaching the door again with the same result. "What the-come on, you stupid, why won't you open?!" He yells and kicks the door as his bladder tingled, reminding him that the time was drawing near.

He was getting desperate. Correction, he was desperate. Sonic squeezed his fingers between the opening of the door and wall, pulling it back with all the strength in his noodle arms, "Come oooon, come oooon!" he groaned, straining his arms and planting his feet on the wall for leverage. Still, the door wouldn't budge what I wouldn't give to be a werehog again or to have Knuckles here just to open these damn doors!

Leaping back, giving up on that tactic, he hopped around and curled into a ball, bashing himself onto the door. "Why-" BAM "Won't-" BAM "You-" BAM "OPEN?!" BAM! Unfurling, he looked over to see the progress; his jaw dropped, and he slouched over in despair, seeing only a small dent. His eyes twitched, his legs shook, and he rose his clawed hands to the gods, screeching, "Why won't you open?!"

"Because I took away your access last night." a gravely low voice spoke; turning, Sonic saw Eggman standing there with a smirk just a few feet away. Quickly he straightens up and nervously smiles as if Eggman hadn't just caught him having another tantrum, "I'm sorry, what?" he breathlessly asks. "I told you, hedgehog, I don't appreciate what you've been doing in my garden."

"Doingwhat? Ihaven'tbeendoinganything, just...taking a nice walk, nothing more!"

"Don't lie to me, Sonic. I saw you going in...more than once," Eggman emphasized those last words, "and it doesn't take a genius to put 2 and 2 together to figure out you've been using my garden as your own personal toilet." Sonic could feel his heartbeat picking up and sweat form on his brow; he casually crossed his shaking arms finding the wall very interesting, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hmph!" the doctor grunted, "Do you really think I'm that stupid? I'm not letting you back in there. No, you're going to use your diaper like a good baby even if I have to make you." by this point, Sonic's eyes were flying around, looking anywhere but at Eggman. He bit his lips, legs shaking like a jackhammer trying not to hop around to hold it in like a toddler. All of his focus at this point was directed to holding his pee in. He didn't hear everything Eggman said, only catching the last part, "Make me?" he asks intelligently with a wince.

"Yes!" Before he could comprehend what was happening to dodge, Eggman picked him up, and the doctor held him in his arms like a baby carrying him to the nursery. Sonic wiggled and held back a whine. Why is he bringing me back here? Chaos! I have to go so bad, and now my stomach is rumbling. What the hell am I gonna do?! He bit his lips harder, the pressure in his bladder building to excruciating levels to the point he couldn't concentrate on what was happening around him anymore. His eyes squeezed shut, and his wiggling increased to frantic levels in Eggman's arms.

The doctor somehow is able to keep Sonic from falling out of his hold, "Don't worry, Sonic. I'll help you." he reassures softly, "No, no, no!" Sonic yells more to himself than to Eggman. Holding it in was seriously starting to hurt, but he wasn't going to use the diaper. He wasn't going to use the diaper! I refuse to give in! The hedgehog clenches as another rumble vibrates inside his body.

Seeing Sonic's intense struggle increasing, Eggman decides that the poor hedgehog's suffered long enough. He takes a seat in the rocking chair for stability so the blue blur wouldn't fall out of his arms and begins to tickle his fingers on the blue devil's tan belly.

Sonic screeched like a little girl upon contact, and his wiggling increased tenfold as he started to laugh. His focus broke, and his bladder promptly gave up the ghost. Eggman kept tickling him as his diaper grew increasingly warm and get wet. Sonic looked down in horror at the yellow stain getting bigger and bigger in the front, worried that the diaper would leak if he continued to go. "S-s-s-hahaha-stop! Hahaha!-Agh!" His bladder emptied, at last, his bowels followed next. The laxative snuck in his food, doing its job helping Sonic fill the back end of his diaper now. He cringed, groaning at the warm mushy feeling on his bottom.

Tears of laughter turned into tears of humiliation; now that Eggman had started the process, Sonic couldn't stop himself, and his cheeks became hot, red, and wet with sorrow. Eggman stopped his tickling when he saw the yellow spot on Sonic's diaper stop growing; the hedgehog moaned, filling up the back end. Sonic's wiggling stopped, but he still fidgeted uncomfortably in the human's arms. The doctor watches as the blue blur finished his business and once again broke down; he gently rubbed between the hedgehog's back quills to give him some comfort. Sonic ashamedly hid his face behind his hands. Why? Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?!

"There there, it's alright, Sonic." Eggman cooes, "N-n-no. Snif. I-it'snot." Sonic shakily whimpers and cries harder. Here he is, the hero of Mobius, fully potty trained, sitting in a very full diaper of his own mess and crying his eyes out like a baby in his ex-enemy's arms, of course; it's not alright! Sonic couldn't believe Eggman had been able to reduce him into this state in a matter of days. It was humiliating! He feels more vulnerable than he could ever recall feeling in his entire life.

Sonic whines in protest but does nothing more as Eggman adjusts his hold, leaning the hedgehog on his chest, keeping his spiky head over his shoulder, and rocks in the chair petting Sonic's quills as he cries until he can't cry anymore and is reduced to hiccupping. The doctor remains silent, waiting patiently for the upset hedgie to let it all out.

It took a day, but he finally used it. The hardest part is over; using the diapers should be easier for him now. Still, I'll need to keep giving him a small dose of laxative until he can mess on his own. In fact, I might need to help him a few more times before he can go in the diapers completely on his own. Eggman rubs circles between Sonic's back quills and sighs as he feels the hedgie shudder and lets out another wet hiccup. He's going to hate me for this, but it's the only thing that's working. Remember Eggman slow and steady wins the race, and be ready to comfort and reassure him that this is okay. Noticing Sonic is much quieter now, he softly asks, "All done?" Sonic hiccups once again and nods.

Making sure not to squish the full diaper yet still having a comfortable, secure hold on the hedgie, the doctor gets up from the rocker and carries him to the changing table. The blue blur rubs his eyes and nose as he's laid down too exhausted to fight. He knew a diaper change was called for now and didn't want to be stewing in his own mess anymore. It felt disgusting. How babies could stand wearing something that held their own mess instead of using the toilet Sonic couldn't fathom right now.

Eggman untapes the diaper revealing the damage done, "My goodness Sonic you really had to go, didn't you?" he teases. Sonic's mouth wobbles, and he gasps another sob pulling his fists to his eyes. Whoops, too soon. Eggman laments, "I'm sorry." he apologizes and removes the dirty diaper, "This may be a little cold." the doctor warns, taking a wet wipe and cleaning the blue hedgehog's tushy. Sonic rubs his heavy eyes and shudders at the cold wipe on his bottom.

The wipe actually was a nice relief against the contrasting heat in his head; Sonic's whole head and face felt so warm from the fading embarrassment and anger. If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn he had a fever. But he knew that wasn't the case, and having Eggman clean up his dirty diaper didn't make things any better. The diaper he had used his brain reminded him. Another hiccup escapes his mouth, and Sonic felt a wave of fatigue wash over him all of a sudden; his muscles wound up tight and shivering with emotion. He keeps his sights away from what was happening down there, trying not to focus on what was going on. Thankfully that was not too hard to accomplish since everything felt fuzzy and out of focus.

The doctor wiped Sonic clean and removed the finally used diaper, wrapping it up and tossing it into the pail conveniently placed nearby. Taking a new diaper, he raised the blue blur's bum to lay the new padding underneath. He glanced at his charge, hearing another sniffle, and his mustache fell along with his mouth frowning sadly at the broken and weepy-eyed hedgehog before him. Still keeping his blue legs up, the human took the powder and sprinkles it onto the diaper and Sonic's bottom. He watched Sonic's eyes squint and stare at nothing. His breathing returned to a steady rhythm and slows, lids lowering and repeatedly raising, attempting to stay awake.

Eggman smirks knowingly, tucking the hedgehog's tail where it won't be smashed, and lowers his legs back down. Pulling the front up, he tapes the sides. Sonic doesn't notice the change is finished, a glaze coming over his eyes. The doctor isn't surprised at this show of exhaustion after the emotional ordeal. After sanitizing his hands, he rubs a cobalt ear and picks Sonic up, laying him against his shoulder, giving his back another rub, and walks to the crib.

Feeling himself being carried, Sonic comes back to reality briefly from his spacing out and looks at the doctor, sleepily questioning what was happening now? Eggman softly smiles as he places Sonic into the crib, speaking quietly, "Go ahead and go to sleep Sonic. I promise you'll feel better when you wake up." Sonic's brows furrow, slightly curious why Eggman sounds like a mother shushing her baby to sleep.

His lids lower again when the soothing motion of his ears being rubbed returns as he's laid down and tucked in. Sonic tiredly nods, yawning. He's so exhausted and weak from his first diaper changing experience his mind barely registers what Eggman is saying. Still, he does understand something being said about feeling better after a nap and hopes that the doctor is right. Closing his eyes, Sonic feels something placed into his mouth, causing a peaceful sensation to wash over him. He smiles minutely before losing consciousness.

When Sonic wakes up from his nap, he's not in a great mood. He had ripped the pacifier from his lips and thrown it across the room as soon as he had woken up. Still in the crib, he lays there stewing over the events that had happened over the last week. More importantly, the last few days.

Great, just great! Me and my brilliant idea to piss the doc off. Then after I decide to back off and show some mercy...this baby stuff happens! Somehow Egghead has screwed me over and turned me into a...a fluffing baby hedgie! He winced, unintentionally calling himself that; he shakes his head as if to make the thought go away. Having me sleep in a nursery isn't good enough, no! He has to have me wearing and using a pacifier and diapers! Chaos, what would the guys think if they saw me like this? Hey! Look at the baby hedgie. Let's tease and make fun of him until he cries like one! Oh, and I bet Amy and Cream would be having a heyday using me like their own personal overpriced baby doll. A shiver went up his spine at that the thought of one of the girls giving him a diaper change with Shadow, Knuckles, and Tails watching and laughing at him in the background. His face turned white, recalling having to have one before he fell asleep.

Taking a pillow, he slammed it over his face and screamed. Appalled that he had broken down crying over a dirty diaper like a newborn in Eggman's arms and then had been put to sleep like one too. Sonic's face reddened, remembering the doctor rubbing his ears affectionately before he fell asleep. Oh, how he hated how nice that had felt. His fists firmly holding the pillow shook in anger.

Sonic was known for being touchy and affectionate with his friends and even fans. Always the first to give a hug, a hand on the shoulder for comfort, teasing elbow to the ribs, a tickle fight with Tails and Cream here or there, along with mandatory big brother noogies and nuzzles. Aside from that, he didn't really get much affection in return—only Amy's death hugs. Yeah, not his favorite thing in the whole wide world. But Eggman giving his ears a rub...that felt like heaven...and he hated it!

"I hate him! I hate him! I hate Eggman!" he yells angrily, standing up and throwing the pillow at the door. It fell harmlessly onto the floor, stirring Sonic's anger further at not having something to take his fury out on effectively. "This baby thing is going too far and too long! I'm still going to help Eggman reform but not like this!" hopping out of the crib, Sonic stomps out of the nursery, shoulders hunched, keeping his eyes peeled for the fat man. Ready to tell the good doctor exactly how he felt about the whole thing and that enough was enough!

As he scoured the base, he ran into a few service bots, "Hey you!" he pointed to one of the little service drones, who paused from its dusting and turned to the angry hog, "Yeah you! Were's Eggface?"

"Master is in the laboratory." the drone beeped with its robotic monotone voice chip. "Hmph!" Sonic nodded, mumbling, "Of course, he is." without a word of thanks, the blue blur marched on, gesticulating and murmuring to himself, leaving the bot back to its duties.

"When I get my hands on that no good dirty low down-wait a second! Sonic, stop. What are you doing?" he says to himself, halting and holding his hands up, "Going to see Eggman, what do you think?"

"Noooo. You were doing it again."

"Doing what again?"

"That thing! Remember? Being impulsive and thinking negatively? This is exactly what got you in trouble and in this..." he gestures to the diaper, too afraid to say the actual word, "in the first place! Besides, it's only when you have a positive attitude that being impulsive works."

"Well? What do you suggest we do?" he taps his foot, thinking for a few moments, "Maybe I should hold off talking with Egghead and think about this more. He's not going to let me out of these things no matter what I say anyway. Sigh, I need to go on a run and clear my head; I haven't had a good run since before I woke up like this..." he looks down at the padding, feeling confused as to what to do with himself and his feelings. Taking down bad guys and encouraging his friends was easy to take care of! But dealing with his own emotions left him in uncertainty, lost in a maze as complicated as the base he currently resided in.

Hopefully, this thing won't chaff. With that last thought, Sonic dashes for the gym's running track.

*A few hours later.*

Sonic dumped himself onto the teal couch in the lounge room, positively starving. "Hey, you." He snapped his fingers at a service drone polishing the coffee table. The drone stopped its work, "Get me a hot dog, a slice of bread, a small bowl of chili, and a water, would ya?"

"Yes, Baby Sonic." the robot beeped, putting away the cleaning implements and quickly went to fetch the requested items. Sonic raised his eyes to the ceiling and sighed, irritated at the name.

Apparently, Eggman had updated all the droids to call him that instead of his previous title of 'Master Sonic.' He didn't like the term before, and he didn't like the new one now, but he didn't have a choice. He knew quite a bit about how to mess with computers and machines via hanging with Tails, it was kind of a requirement if you hung out with the kid, but he didn't know enough to change how the droids addressed him.

Oh well. He shrugs, taking the remote, switching the tv on to a cooking challenge show, and he lays his arms behind his head, relaxing while he waited.

He had gotten a lot of thinking done during his run. After getting a few laps out of his system along with some angry curse words, the blue devil had come to terms with the fact that for now, he would have to put up with the babying treatment. There was no getting out of it. Eggman had him in a bind, and no amount of bellyaching was going to fix it, as causing a ruckus before had just made his situation worse. Going with the flow and taking his punishment would be the quickest way to get it over with, no matter how embarrassing and humiliating for him it was.

For once, being positive and easygoing will be a challenge for me. But- Sonic had to admit. At least he's letting me a get out of jail free card while Rouge and Shadow are here and when I go to visit Tails, so...there's that. And hopefully, if I stay out of enough trouble, he won't keep me in these...things for too long. There's not much else I can do.

It was several hours after lunch before his anger had subsided, and his idea to mellow out and take the babying as it comes to settle in his mind firmly. Now Sonic's stomach was ready to go on a riot if it wasn't filled soon.

Speaking of which...Turning his head to the door, the little droid returned, placing the ingredients of a deconstructed chili dog on the coffee table in front of him, "You're requested items." the robot beeps. Sonic looks it over, smiling with satisfaction at finding everything he had asked for; his loophole for getting chili dogs behind Eggman's back worked! He frowns slightly at the baby bottle filled with water.

Internally sighing, he thanked the robot and shooed it away. When the service droid had departed, he took the bottle and screwed the top off, "There, that's better." he hummed and proceeded to construct himself a chili dog. Taking a bite, he moaned in happiness at the spicy flavor and laid back on the cushions, watching someone accidentally set their poorly-made cake on fire; he giggled at the scene, recalling himself in the same scenario some time ago, and Tails had banned him from the kitchen since then.

Slowly a tiny frown appeared on his mouth. He missed his little brother.

*Later that evening.*

Dinner is once again quiet aside from the soft noise of chewing and scraping silverware. Eggman glances up from his meal, watching Sonic eating in silence, puzzled at the hedgehog's silent demeanor.

The doctor had exited his lab for dinner and walked into the dining room, surprised to see Sonic not screaming and glaring daggers at him. He had expected to encounter a very angry and moody hedgehog. And had mentally prepared himself, along with a few punishment ideas in case things escalated, for a barrage of insults and complaints about the blue devil being treated like an infant. But the doctor was fully thrown back, seeing his charge calmly walk in and climb into the highchair voluntarily without complaint on his own instead.

He hasn't said one word about this morning...he's never been this quiet before-actually I take that back; I thought the little pineapple was mute the first time we met. He's not usually this quiet unless something is bothering him; I wonder what must be on his mind.

"Ahem!" The doctor coughs, attracting Sonic's attention. The hedgehog pauses from his meal, quirking a brow looking at him with one eye, "You've been unusually quiet this evening. Mind telling me why?" the blue blur shrugs eyes directed back to his meal, mumbling, "Just been thinking is all."

"About what?" Sonic sends him a 'really?!' look and flicks his emeralds at the diaper, then back at the doctor who catches on, "Ah, yes. Well...I see."

"You're not gonna let me out of this thing, no matter what I say, will you?" Sonic half-heartedly asks, "No, I'm afraid not. Remember, this is part of your punishment for wrecking the room I specifically had made for you. Along with all the other destruction you've caused."

"Right, right. So then...how long do I have to stay in these things?"

"Till I think you're ready."

"Great, that's so reassuring," he replies sarcastically, resting his head in his hands in defeat, "I know you don't like this, but I really think it's for the best hedgehog."

"The babying treatment?"

"Yes." Sonic closes his eyes and sighs, running a hand through his quills in exasperation, "Alright, fine." he pouts, "What can I except that I need to put up with?" Eggman leans back, his brows arching up in pleasant surprise at how calmly and graciously Sonic was handling this. Perhaps this babying treatment had been the best move to make after all?

"Well, " Eggman's features soften, "The diapers are a must, and I expect you to use them. No more trips to the garden for now." Sonic nods, looking away guiltily. He fidgets in his seat, the mention of the garden reminding him of his need to use the bathroom. "I realize you might have some trouble getting used to going in the diapers for a few days. So I went ahead and put a small dose of laxative in your meals to help, and if you have issues with urinating, I can always put a minor diuretic in your drinks. Or there are other non-drug-induced ways to help with that." Sonic's cheeks flared, quickly crossing his legs. He waves his hands for the doctor to stop while he stared at something catching his attention on the floor. "I'd prefer something not drug-related, thank you." he quietly mutters, voice slightly higher in pitch; he clears his throat.

Eggman nods in understanding, "You will stay in the nursery until you're old room is fixed. Also, you are to go to bed every night with the pacifier. You will eat and drink with the utensils and bottles you are given and eat your meals in the high chair, and I will bathe and care for you as a parent would their own child. I did put some toys in your room, but those are mainly for decoration; you do not have to play with them or act like a toddler, but you will be treated as such until further notice. Understood?" Sonic sighs and rolls his eyes, silently cursing every curse word he could think of. Taking a deep breath, he says, reluctantly, "Yeah, doc."

The doctor smiles and hums in approval, "Glad that's settled. But tell me...why the sudden change? I was expecting you to put up more of a fight than this?" he asks, curiously. Sonic scratches the back of his head nervously, kicking his crossed legs, "I...I just realized, well...I went on a long run and did some thinking. I knew you weren't going to let up with all this...baby...stuff. And fighting was obviously going to make things worse and well. I-I-I-" he stutters, trying to gather his words. He rubbed his nose and blushed. "Despite how I acted before. I really do want to help you, Eggman, to be a good guy. And my pranks and teasing before weren't really helping you do that. So if me staying here and letting you babying me is the only way to help you to become a well...better you, then I'll do it! Whatever it takes." he says, his voice turning from modest embarrassment to firm determination. His butt wiggles again as his head and posture lift in the high chair.

Eggman's smile widens, and a feeling of pride swells in his chest, "Thank you, Sonic." the blue devil smirks confidently back and nods. Then he shyly looks back down, wiggling in his seat more; Eggman spots the hedgehog's anxious fidgeting and concerned asks, "Something the matter?"

"I um...I uh...I have tuh, need to..." Eggman smiles softly. The blue blur didn't need to shuffle through his words anymore for him to understand. "Need some help?"

"No! No. Just...look away for a minute, ok." Sonic asks, crimson flooding his face; the doctor nods and turns away in his seat. Grateful for the tiny bit of privacy, the blue devil sucks in a breath through his teeth and closes his eyes. Ok, ok, come on, relax, just imagine you're in the garden. Alone...yeah. Just me thinkin' my thoughts.

As he meditated, imagining himself alone in the garden, his bladder let loose, and a crooked smile twitched on his muzzle at the release, widening further at the warmth in his crotch. After a solid minute, he finished and opened his eyes, glancing down to his diaper, now swollen. He gulped. That was a little easier than I expected. Ears turning back and nerves bubbling up in his stomach, he now came to his next problem, telling Eggman.

"O-ok." he stutters, "I'm d-d-done." the doctor turns back to see the little hedgehog's cheeks and ears as red as a tomato with hunched shoulders, sitting in his now used diaper. It was honestly adorable. "Good job! You were able to do it yourself this time." Eggman praises, "T-thanks." Sonic mutters, keeping a smile back at the praise for wetting on his own. Getting up, Eggman removes the tray and picks Sonic up under the shoulders; the hedgie remains silent, allowing the doctor to take him to the nursery.

Sonic tenses as they get closer, feeling very confused and surprised. He was somewhat proud of himself for wetting on his own and was stunned, feeling his heart flutter when Eggman praised him. That concerned him, the newly sprouted need and desire for Eggman's approval. This guy is my enemy-er-ex-enemy but still?! I shouldn't feel good when he says he's proud of me, right? Ok, Sonic, you're getting negative again. Just focus on something else.

His thoughts turned to the diaper as disgusting as it was; he couldn't deny the warmth in his bottom felt nice. Like a seat heater, he could make on his own. And something about the squishy texture made him want to giggle like when he was misbehaving.

Ears twitch hearing the hushed whoosh of a door opening, and his eyes landed on the changing table. Sonic felt his heartbeat pick up and stomach twist as Eggman laid him on his back, "Hold still, and I'll be done in a jiffy."

"Y-yeah, ok," Sonic mumbled, anxiously waiting for the doctor to begin. Though this would be his second change today, he couldn't help but feel more nervous about it than the first time since he hadn't been totally aware then. Now the blue blur was awake and alert to every little movement and sound, his eyes wide, watching everything that was happening and ears turning and twitching wildly. A wave of embarrassment and humiliation to being babied hit him, and his eyes stung with tears beginning to form; he sniffed. Come on, don't start that again. Stop being such a baby! He scolded himself quickly, blinking the tears away, not about to cry again over a dirty diaper.

Eggman gathers the needed materials and sets them to the side; he checks on Sonic and sees the hedgehog looking upset and tense body language. "Hey, now don't be upset, my little one. You did nothing wrong." he extends a hand and gently caresses his fuzzy head, "You went in your diaper like a good hedgie. No one but us is around, and I won't tease or make fun of you I promise." he reassures. Sonic looks at the doctor, relaxing ever so slightly with surprise and appreciation flowing out of his eyes, and he gives a small smile.

Grinning back, the large human commences with the change. Sonic concentrated on breathing to calm his racing heart while Eggman is busy. Cool air hits his crotch when the diaper is opened, and the blue blur realizes how warm the diaper, wet or not, was keeping him. That's another thing they're good for. It's a coat for my bottom, and if I fall on my tail, it won't hurt as bad cause of the soft padding. He thought to himself, trying to be optimistic about the whole experience.

"This will be a bit cold." Eggman reminded him before taking a wipe and cleaning Sonic down there, the hedgie's eyes widened, and he shivered. Once clean, the doctor disposed of the used padding and unfolded a new one. Taking the blue devil's legs, Eggman raised him slightly and moved the diaper underneath, taking care to tuck Sonic's tail into the special tail hole and grabbed the baby powder.

A charcoal nose twitches as the white powder puffs its way to his face, and his brow bunches up before letting out a cute sneeze, "Excuse you." Eggman chuckles, making Sonic blush. As his legs are placed back down, Sonic reddens more; feeling the diaper's softness, he rubs his nose. The doctor pulls up the front and tapes the sides snuggly, giving the front a pat when he's finished. "There we go all clean. That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Sonic mumbles a no, sitting himself up, ears twitching at the crinkle. Eggman takes a look at his watch, "Well, it's still a while before bedtime. How about a little tv before then?" nodding, Sonic hops off the table and follows the human to the lounge room.