Padding Up Your Privates - Chapter 1: Enlisted

“Private Dennis Henry… Grey eyes… Blonde hair… 22 years of age… 5 foot 7… and you weigh how much?”

“Um, just 130 pounds sir.”

“Alright…” The man at the desk typed away at his computer as Henry stood around awkwardly.

“Here’s your identification back and your papers…” He said as he shuffled through various forms and pages while entering all of Henry’s info down. “Here you go, your new Military ID. Don’t lose it or we’ll have to charge you to print another one.” The receptionist slid a laminated card across his desk. Henry took his new ID and pages and started shoving everything in his wallet.

“So, the army huh? How come you decided to enlist?” The receptionist asked with an eyebrow raised. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Henry didn’t fit in with the army stereotype, but a failed stint at a University and a gap year with nothing to show for it ran his options a bit thin.

“Well, the army said they’d pay for my tuition…” Henry partially lied. They did in fact offer, but the main reason was that his parents threatened to kick him out unless he started making something of himself. Henry’s father was particularly interested in enlistment, hoping that the discipline would kick his son into shape.

“Ah, yeah it’s a pretty common reason, money’s gotta come from somewhere, right? Still, special enrollment is quite an honor, especially in your case.” Henry looked off to the side.  It was true that someone in this base decided to enroll him specifically, though Henry could hardly fathom why anyone would want him of all people. He was hardly anything special, and it definitely wasn’t because he was a natural born cadet. ‘In my case…? Does he really need to say it like that?’ Henry mumbled internally.

“Yeah, well I guess I’m pretty lucky. Not sure what makes me so special.” Henry replied.

“Well, you never know, maybe someone sees some potential in you that they can nurture.” The receptionist replied with a smile. Henry didn’t know much about the army, but he did know that optimism like his was probably not too common outside this room.

“Well anyways, now you’re gonna need to head to the infirmary where our doctor will perform a physical evaluation on you, make sure you’re all healthy and whatnot. Just head to building 421, you’ll know the red cross when you see it.” The receptionist said matter of factly, clearly attempting to keep his queue of newly enlisted privates moving.

“Thanks… I’m sure I’ll find it.” Henry said with a hint of unconfidence. Regardless, he knew his time was up and that he was off to wander the base until he found building 241… or was it 421…? He hoped that the red cross was as obvious to see as the receptionist made it sound. As he walked through the exit the heavy Californian heat beat down on him. Henry was never one for colder climates so he was glad that he at least ended up somewhere nice and warm. Although the heat in the air was hardly the only thing causing him to sweat.

Henry saw countless military men wandering the base, each on their own way to their next duty, or perhaps the mess hall. Henry’s eyes wandered, though he told himself he was scanning for the infirmary he couldn’t seem to avoid staring at a group of burly men on a jog together, their muscles glistening as they passed by him. They were so tall, and so strong compared to him, it was hard not to feel small in a place like this, but most of all he felt a burning attraction to them. Henry had slowly come to terms with his sexuality during his short-lived college years, meeting a few guys to experiment with on some random dating apps, though nothing really came to fruition. However, just then at that very moment, Henry discovered something new about himself. He was incredibly turned on by a big, clean-cut man in a military uniform, and in the middle of a military base they were a dime a dozen.

After about 20 minutes of wandering, mostly comprised of taking in the sights, Henry finally saw the Red Cross on a building in the distance. ‘Turns out it was building 421…’ Henry thought to himself as he continued walking. A gust of cold air conditioning breathed some life back into him as he walked through the entrance of the infirmary area. Although the building was #421, the entirety of building 400 was a massive building with a lot of administrative offices. To Henry, this building seemed like the heart of the entire base, and it likely was.

A directory in the hallway intersection listed a cafeteria, a laundry room, the infirmary, and a gym. In addition, the offices of the highest-ranking soldiers in the base were listed. Next to the directory was a picture frame, containing a headshot of the Colonel himself. Colonel Scott was a stern looking man, no doubt needing a hardened resolve to lead an entire base, but Henry couldn’t help but feel attracted to the confident demeanor in the photo. He was in fact a handsome man, with striking blue eyes and well-kept white hair in a short buzz cut. His half smile looked as if, behind his stalwart and dignified demeanor, he’d be kind and caring to his subordinates. Henry found himself daydreaming about getting an award as the Colonel pinned it onto him, shaking Henry’s hand with a warm, proud smile. At that moment, Henry felt something stirring in him, a small flame of motivation, the motivation to make something of himself.

‘Someday…’ Henry thought to himself and he turned and followed the directories direction to the Infirmary. Henry continued down a hallway that looked similar to being in a college hall, with doors speckled around both sides of the hallway. In reality, the building didn’t feel much different than the University that he had flunked out of last year, just more… patriotic. Henry eventually saw the symbol of a rod with two twirling snakes, the typical symbol of a medical center.

“How can I help you?” Said a smiling nurse at the desk. He was a cute man, slightly with longer than regulation brown hair with matching brown eyes. He wore light blue scrubs and a matching nametag with ‘Trevor Foster – Registered Nurse’ printed on it.

“Hi, uh I’m here for a… physical I think?” Henry replied, his mind clearly distracted by how nicely Trevor’s arms were filling out his scrubs.

“Huh…? OH, you’re a new recruit aren’t you. Sorry, we get a couple small delivery boys through here, so I just figured… uh, well. I just mean you’re… more compact than our typical recruits.” Trevor fumbled over his words, realizing he’d be better off just moving off the topic as Henry began to blush. Henry took out his new Military ID and slid it across the counter. Trevor took it and slid it down a card reader, pulling up all of Henry’s documentation.

“Special enrollment huh? Well, isn’t that super! Just fill out these forms and I’ll grab the doctor to come check you out, okay buddy?” Trevor instructed with an overly cheerful tone as if he was talking to a toddler. He handed Henry a clipboard with a bunch of check boxes and lines to fill in with various ID and medical information and went to a back room.

Henry took a look at the document, the top stating SPECIAL ENROLLMENT FORM. Questions about height and weight, any chronic illnesses, any disabilities, any allergies. Henry hated going to the doctor, he hated the clinical feeling of it all, not to mention he had a gripping phobia of needles. The last thing he wanted was to be poked and prodded. Henry continued down the list but stopped at an odd group of questions.

Do you wear any medical garments related to incontinence?

Henry raised his eyebrow at the question. ‘Isn’t that the same thing as the disability stuff…?’ he thought to himself. He checked the box next to NO and continued to the next question.

Have you ever experienced a sudden bout of incontinence, I.E., an Accident? If yes, please explain in detail.

Henry rolled his eyes. ‘What am I, a four-year-old?’ Here he was recruited into the army with some of the most masculine men he’s ever met… and he’s being asked about his toilet training. He didn’t want to admit it, but he did have a tendency to have a weak bladder after having a few drinks. Or that time during college where he sharted in his jeans after trying the cafeteria sushi. Not a fun clean up when he got back to the dorms, especially when his roommate started calling him “Captain Underpants” when he recognized the wrecked briefs in the bathroom trashcan. Henry checked the box for ‘No’ anyways though, nobody needs to know about these things, not even the doctor.

Have you ever experienced a bout of incontinence while sleeping? I.E. Wetting the bed.

“Hey Trevor, is this form standard for recruits?” Henry asked as his eyes narrowed.

“Yep, there’s some differences between standard and special recruits, but it’s all in the best interest of your health, so don’t go lying on any of those, okay bud?” Trevor replied in the same higher pitched voice as before.

“…Right.” Henry mumbled as he turned his attention back to the form. ‘Why the hell does the army care about my toilet habits so much, as if these guys don’t wreck their latrines anyways.’ Henry shuddered at the memory of the public bathroom he used as he arrived on the base. The toilets were splattered with piss as if someone was swinging their dick while urinating. Henry pondered for a second and begrudgingly checked the box for ‘Yes.’ He figured if he was going to lie on most of these questions, he might as well sprinkle some truth in case they ask him about anything. He hated those mornings waking up in a bed soaked with urine, the shame he felt when his mom made him wear pull ups at night only for him to fail again the next day. The shame only grew when he woke up to a wet bed after a long night of drinking in college. Henry was thankful his roommate didn’t spread the word about it, but it definitely made his nickname stick.

Henry continued the rest of the questions which had reverted to more typical medical information and turned in the forms back to Trevor.

“Alright bud, follow me.” Trevor sang as he led Henry to an examination room. He motioned to Henry to sit on the table with the disposable paper on it. The rubber sheet covering the table seemed odd to Henry, but it wasn’t as if it would hurt him to sit on it. He eased himself on the paper as he legs hung off the table and took in the sights while waiting. Before too long the door swung open again as a man in a doctor’s coat covering a light blue dress shirt walked in.

“Hello, are you Private Dennis Henry?” The doctor asked looking at his clipboard. He was an older man with a well-built body, suggesting he once joined the military just like Henry and worked his way through the ranks. He wore glasses with thick black rims which hid his grey eyes, the color combo matching his salt and pepper buzz cut. He wore a stethoscope around his neck with a few pens in his pocket protector. Henry figured he liked things old fashioned.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Henry replied, eager to get started. “Good, well, since it’s your first day I’d like to remind you to address your superior officers with ‘Sir’ before and after. Otherwise, you’re going to have a rough time here.” The doctor replied dryly as Henry looked down sheepishly. “Yes… oh, uh… sir.” Henry replied fumbling over his words. The doctor wore a look that said he was thoroughly unamused.

“My name is Dr. Ron Stevens, I’m our resident physician here. We’re just going to do a typical physical and I’ll ask you a few questions about your health.” The doctor told Henry with just a hint of annoyance in his voice. ‘Probably could’ve made a better first impression…’ Henry thought to himself.

“Take your clothes off, Private.” Dr. Stevens said in a deadpan tone, yet those words made Henry shudder and he felt himself hardening in his boxer briefs. Henry felt see-through as he began to disrobe, his less than impressive muscles on display for this hardened and stern man, who treated this as business as usual. Soon Henry sat on the examination table in nothing but his white boxer briefs. He felt a plastic tip enter his ear which made him shiver.

“98.9, a healthy temperature…” Dr. Stevens mumbled as he scribbled on his clipboard. “Isn’t there another way to check that…?” Henry said, rubbing his ear. “Well sure there is.” Dr. Stevens said sarcastically as he pulled out a glass thermometer. “I lube this up and shove it right next to the stick up your ass.” Henry quickly decided to let the matter drop. Dr. Stevens then put the stethoscope in his ears as the ice-cold tip pressed against Henry’s hairless chest. The chills he felt would’ve made his hairs stand up, if he had any to do so. Henry never seemed to develop much body hair through puberty, outside of some pubic hairs and some light facial hair. With a clean shave and his parts covered, he was as smooth as an infant in front of the older Doctor.

Henry sat on the examination table in agony, the Doctor continuing his multitude of tests. He knew he was as heathy as the average guy in their early twenties, so the whole physical seemed frankly overboard. Henry felt his knee kick up as his reflexes were tested, and he rolled his eyes.

“Alright well, that wraps up most of the physical.” Dr. Stevens said looking at the clipboard quizzically. “I have a few questions about the forms you filled out though… it says here that you have a history of bedwetting, is that true?” Henry felt a lump in the back of his throat. “Well… uh, sir… its not entirely accurate…” The doctor looked up from his clipboard with his signature stern eyes. “So did you lie on your forms then?” Henry looked away as his cheeks grew red. “Um, no… I do have… a history of bedwetting, but only as a kid. I’ve never done it as an adult!” Henry stammered. Dr. Stevens looked over Henry, sitting only in his white boxer briefs as Henry shifted uncomfortably.

“If you’ve never wet the bed as an adult, then how do you explain this?” Dr. Stevens said accusingly as Henry suddenly felt the doctor grab his cock through his boxer briefs. “Most men who are potty trained tend not to have a yellow tint in the front of their underwear. In fact, it’s still damp…” Dr. Stevens replied sternly as he rubbed his hand against the fabric. Henry looked down, the Doctor’s masculine hand forming a firm grip over his private parts. He felt his heart beating faster as his dick began to harden. Besides that, the doctor wasn’t wrong, there was a noticeable yellow tinge in the fabric. Henry thought back to the bathroom break he took upon arriving, did he just dribble into his pants without realizing, or maybe it brushed against some piss on the toilet seat? That mixed with the precum he undoubtedly had leaked while staring at all the military men on the walk over and it was hard to miss the large wet spot near his cock’s tip.

“That’s not from bedwetting! I just… dribbled into my pants a bit after using the bathroom…” Henry replied sheepishly as Dr. Stevens continued his assault. “So, you’re admitting to having an accident then? Did you lie on that question as well?” Henry fumbled over his words, not sure how to reply. “Hmm, and homosexual… If this hardened penis is any indication, I’d think that you’re enjoying this.” Henry watched as the doctor scribbled his sexuality to his file, now forever labelled in his medical history, the humiliation burning in his cheeks.

“Why does it matter if I leak a bit anyways?! I’m a fully functional adult just like anyone else here!” Henry shouted much louder than he anticipated. The Doctor was taken aback by Henry’s outburst, though surprise quickly turned into rage. It quickly became clear to Henry that he might’ve crossed a line that he’d regret.

“Why does it matter? Do you think that if our military base comes under attack during the night and you’re stewing in your wet bed that they’ll wait for you to shower before going to your post? Do you think if you’re walking through enemy territory and you shit your fatigues, we’ll be able to let you stop and clean up? We can’t afford these luxuries in war Private, so if you’re too much of a baby to keep your pants clean then maybe I should just discharge you right now.”

Each word that came from Dr. Steven’s mouth stung more than the last, but a discharge from the army? What could Henry even do then? He’d just be stuck at some dead-end job no doubt, and return as a failure to his parents once more. Henry couldn’t let that happen, not again.

“Sir, please… I need this position. I swear I’m not going to have any accidents or wet beds, sir. I’m begging you.” Henry choked out with tears welling up in his eyes. The Doctor eased his stern brow and walked out of the room. Henry shed a tear, wondering if that meant that his fate was sealed and he wasn’t long for the military. Just as he was about to lose the last bit of hope, the door creaked open again and Dr. Stevens returned with a large, yet fluffy package.

“If you’re so intent on continuing your career, I’m prescribing you these absorbent garments to wear during your time here.” Henry looked at the package and felt himself turn an even darker shade of red. “…Diapers, sir?” Dr. Stevens looked up from his clipboard and smiled patronizingly. “Yes Private, diapers. You’ll be wearing these 24/7 until you’re able to prove you’re able to keep your pants clean.” Henry felt a weight on his shoulders as he tried to process what was happening. “I’ll be sure to alert your officer about your special needs and about protocols regarding when you’ll be allowed to change your diapers…” The doctor continued, clearly trying to add as much humiliation as possible to Henry’s predicament.

“Please sir…” Henry started, prompting the doctor to raise an eyebrow. “One chance… can I please just have a single chance to prove to you I don’t need these… diapers.” The doctor studied Henry’s face, teary eyed and bright red from embarrassment. If Henry could be broken down this much in a private doctor’s appointment, then he wouldn’t last long in the barracks with the other soldiers once they found out he wore diapers. Dr. Stevens knew what his job entailed him to do, and yet… he found himself taking pity on the poor boy.

“…One chance, and only one. The second you so much dribble into your underwear I’ll have you in diapers until you retire. Are we clear, private?” Henry breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “I won’t let you down, sir.” Dr. Stevens smiled, thinking that maybe Henry could actually prove him wrong and make something of himself. “Well, the matter still stands that these diapers are prescribed to you. You’re to take them to your barracks and keep them there, just in case. Are we clear private?” Henry winced as his mind raced, wondering how he could keep this large puffy package hidden from his fellow soldiers.

“Sir, yes Sir.”

The heat bore back down on the young private as he left the infirmary. He had left in such a hurry after the doctor finished the appointment that he forgot to figure out where his barracks even were. Henry stood and scanned the nearby buildings, none of them looked particularly like barracks… though to be frank Henry wasn’t sure what barracks were supposed to look like. There he was, staring off into the distance with a pack of diapers barely concealed in a brown paper bag. If anyone cared to take a look, the cargo’s packaging would be pretty obvious. “Just great…” Henry mumbled to himself.

“Hey, need some help there?” Henry heard from behind as he felt a tap on his shoulder. Henry felt himself shiver as his face flushed bright red. He had hoped nobody would notice him. He tried to cover his package of pampers as he turned around, only to blush even more.  Henry experienced love at first sight. The man in front of him looked like he was hand crafted to his tastes. Short, well kept brown hair, combed over with some hair product, with matching brown eyes. He was noticeably taller than Henry, with a well-toned body from all the military training, and he wore a beige t-shirt with the camo fatigues, the typical army uniform, but it made Henry swoon all the same. The man’s look turned quizzical, as Henry stood still, flustered.

“Uh, you okay kid?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. Henry swallowed and tried to find his voice.

“Uhh, y-yeah… I mean, no, not really…” Henry stammered. “I’m just a bit lost... do you know where the Private’s barracks are?” The man smiled, sending shivers down Henry’s spine again.

“Yeah, sure kid! Follow me.” The man smiled as he turned and walked ahead. Henry hesitated for a second, and then jogged to catch up to him.

“Thanks… but could you stop calling me ‘kid’? I’m a grown man, you know.” Henry asked, struggling to keep up with the man’s speed. The man laughed and looked down at the poorly concealed package of diapers. “Coulda fooled me.” Henry’s face turned bright red.

“Well, what’s your name then, kid?” He replied with a smirk that made Henry squirm. “Its private Dennis Henry. I prefer to go by Henry though, I don’t really like the name Dennis.”

“Can’t say I blame you, Henry.” He replied with a laugh. “So uh, you actually wear those things?”

“God, no!” Henry yelped. “The dumb doctor made me bring them with me anyways though… I haven’t had an accident since I was actually a kid.”

“Well, take it from me, you don’t want the Colonel to find you in one of those. I’ve had bunkmates drunkenly piss their bed, and the next day the Colonel personally escorted them off Active Duty. You don’t wanna work where those guys end up.” He said ominously, causing Henry to gulp. “Where do they go?” Henry asked meekly.

“Well, they do the dirty work for the research team here. Trust me, you’re better off staying active duty.” Henry still wasn’t sure what that meant, but he still had no plans of getting caught in diapers.

“How exactly do you know all this?”

“Well, despite my outfit, I’m actually one of the researchers here. I’m assisting the army with my work while I work on my PHD. You see, I’m trying to get out of the army and be a college professor.” He replied as Henry admired him. ‘Good looks, body, and brains? He really has it all…’ Henry thought to himself as he daydreamed of him and the man at a wedding altar together.

“Welp, here we are, the private’s barracks.” Henry snapped out of his daydream and looked up. Sure enough, this was the building. It resembled the looks of a college dormitory more than anything else.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.” Henry said with a smile which the other man reciprocated.

“No problem! Just promise me you won’t end up wearing that padding alright? I bet you’d look real cute in them though.” He said with a wink that made Henry blush all over again. ‘Is he… flirting with me?’ Henry wondered as he began to drift into the daydream of the two once more.

“I’ll try my best… oh, I never caught your name, did I?” Henry asked as the man began to walk away. He looked back with a handsome smile that made Henry’s knees weak.

“Name’s corporal Michael Coy, nice to meet you, Henry.”