The Trainer – Chapter Two
That night was indeed interesting. I left our bedroom and stumbled over to the guest room, feeling the unfamiliar weight of the device hanging inside the diaper. At least the diaper helped to hold it up, so there was not much weight.
The guest room looked much as it always did, with the addition of a plastic bag lined pail with a few diapers on the lid, obviously intended to be the diaper pail. As I pulled back the covers and got into bed I heard the distinctive crinkle of a loud plastic sheet, and could tell that there was a pad there as well. She was expecting results.
As I tried to get comfortable, the device made sleeping on my front or side, my preferred positions, very uncomfortable. I finally managed to get settled in sleeping on my back, and lay there for a while thinking about what was happening.
I don’t know how long it had been after I drifted off to sleep, but the sharp little pin stick of the punishment shock woke me up quickly. It took me a second to figure out what to do. I relaxed as much as possible, and the little pressure in my bladder released. I felt the warm vibration of the reward, and reached down until I felt the unyielding hardness of the device block my way. I hadn’t even thought about that aspect of it.
It didn’t take long to get back to sleep, luckily. Several more times during the night the pattern repeated. I felt a little shock, woke up, released a little pee, got a reward, and went back to sleep. At first I worried a little about leaking, but then realized that the bed was well protected and didn’t worry about it. After all, she expected it.
~~~~ I woke up in the morning to a full, leaking diaper. Not being sure when the last time I had peed was, and not wanting to deal with another shock, I peed a little and enjoyed the reward. Unsure of what was expected, I grabbed one of the diapers on the pail and some wipes, and quickly changed myself, tossing the used diaper away. A little powder, and I felt much more comfortable. Pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, I followed my nose downstairs to the kitchen where the smell of cooking bacon led me.
“Good morning, sweetie!” my wife said as I joined her by the stove. She had an apron on to protect her, as she was only wearing a large t-shirt and panties. She reached down and felt my crotch before I realized what was happening. “You changed your diaper already?”
I kissed her good morning. “Yes, it was soaked. That smells good!” I grabbed one of the already cooked strips cooling on the plate, and she handed me a coffee.
“So, why so nice to me this morning?” I asked, nuzzling her neck as she moved the last few pieces of bacon onto a waiting paper towel to cool.
“Well, I’m kind of curious how this goes. We didn’t talk a lot about it last night. How do you feel about all this?”
I thought for a moment. “Well, it was definitely a surprise. You sure know how to keep things interesting. But, what’s up with the chastity belt thing? Do we not get to have fun this week? And where did you get this setup?”
“No, silly, the tube is just there to hold the equipment in place. It happened to be a convenient place to mount the box. The box… I made. It’s using one of our new low power chips, so you’re sort of a test subject. In fact, I sold this project to my boss as a potential way to help train bedwetters… so you’re unofficially a guinea pig. Of course, you need to wet the bed before I can try to cure you! He doesn’t know about that part of the firmware.”
She assembled me a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast, and we went over to the table and sat down.
“Speaking of such, let me tell you a little more about the device and the programming. I think it’s actually pretty cool.” She’s such an engineer. She could look at a device that was locked to my balls that gave me shocks to train me to wet my diapers and think it was cool.
She explained that the microcontroller and battery were sealed in the box. Using bluetooth, it could communicate with her or my phone, and get programming from a web server from that app. It would also report everything from my body temperature, to how much I peed, when I peed, and even what my state of erection is.
“It can measure that???”
“Yeah, there’s a little pressure sensor on the inside of the tube. As you get hard, the pressure increases. I haven’t quite figured out what to use it for yet, but I’m sure I’ll find a use for it.” As I said, such an engineer…
The device could also be controlled directly from the phone, and she demonstrated by turning on the vibration for a few seconds. She held her finger over the punishment button with a grin on her face, but relented when I pleaded to not be shocked. She then showed me that the device knew that I had not released any pee recently, and showed me the countdown… 45 seconds until my next shock. I peed a little, and saw the time reset to 20 minutes as the vibrator turned on for a few pleasurable seconds.
She demonstrated that she could randomize the time, change the shock and reward strengths, and vary the percentage of time that I got a shock or reward. She also showed a ton of graphs and timelines showing when I had peed, when I had gotten shocks and rewards, and as she promised a line showing my level of erection. Wow.
I asked about cleanliness… after all, how could I keep clean with this thing locked on?
“It’s not a punishment, you know. The chastity tube is just there to hold the training device in place and make sure you hold up your end of the bet. We’ll take it off every night for a good shower, and we can fool around whenever we… I mean I… want”, she said with with a teasing smile.
She showed me the phone, and the line showing my excitement was ticking quickly upwards.
The morning went pretty well. I did a bunch of chores around the house. While I was shocked a few times, I got better about making sure I let out pee every so often. Of course, I was choosing to let it out, so I was fully in control. I was just trying to let it out often enough to not get shocked. And, I’ll admit, the vibrator felt quite good. I realized after a little while that the more pee I let out the more intense the reward, so I drank a bunch of water and diet soda so increase the volume.
After about three hours, my wife came up to me with a diaper and a changing pad and felt my crotch. “Yeah, you are pretty wet, aren’t you. The app on my phone is set to tell me when you’ve let out a liter, and by the looks of it you do need a change.”
I hadn’t even realized how wet the diaper was. All the little pees had added up. She motioned me over to the couch and spread out the pad.
“I can change myself, you know.”
“I know you can, and feel free to when you want a change, but I feel a little more involved this way. And I can make it more fun,” as she pulled down my sweatpants and lay me back on the couch. She slowly massaged my diaper, which I could not feel at all through the plastic tube. But, the kisses on my stomach and her gentle caress put me at ease as she unfolded the dry diaper below me, and removed the wet one. A few quick swipes with the baby wipes and she taped up the new diaper. Not all that unpleasant, I admitted as she folded up the changing pad and tossed the wet diaper in the trash.
After lunch and a few more chores I could tell I my diaper was heavy between my legs. I changed myself this time, putting on another M4 before I settled in my for my typical Sunday afternoon nap. I turned on the TV to an afternoon game, and settled down on the couch. My wife came in and game me a kiss, and as she left I saw her playing with her phone.
The game was boring, and it was not long until I drifted off. It seemed like only minutes later that I felt the slight bite of the training device, and I woke up with a start. Realizing what had happened, I relaxed and felt my diaper warm, and I drifted back to sleep.
I don’t know how many times this repeated over the course of my nap, but when I awoke the game was over, and my wife was standing over me holding a diaper, wipes and a changing pad. I realized my hand was down my pants, in my diaper. I tried to discreetly pull it out under the blanket that covered me.
“Hi sleepy head. Feeling better?” She motioned for me to lift up, and slid the changing pad under me. I helped to slide off my sweatpants.
“Yeah, I didn’t sleep all that well last night, for some reason,” I replied with a little sarcasm, “So it was nice to get a good nap. Even though I kept getting waking up.”
She slid the dry diaper under me and untaped the wet, swollen M4 I was in. “Well, when you start wetting in your sleep then you won’t have to get woken up.” She cleaned my up, pulled out the wet diaper, and taped the clean one on. My sweatpants were pulled back up and she gave me a quick kiss as she pulled the changing pad out from underneath me.
It was time to prepare dinner, and Sunday is steak night at our place. And steak night is my night to cook. I took the nice ribeyes from the fridge, and started preparing them for the grill… a little salt, a little pepper, some soy sauce, and that’s about it. Good steaks don’t need much, and these were the best. Let them sit on the counter for a few minutes to get near room temperature while I prepared the veggies and the rest of dinner.
My wife came in and gave me an appraising eye. “You know, it’s really not all that obvious what you’re wearing, except for this…” She reached over and gave me a little wedgie by pulling the pack of my diaper up. “Have to be careful about having your plastic pants poking up when others are around!” She paused. “As you know, I’ve been working on this for a while, so I have some things for you.” She gave me a big smile. “And MOST of them are to make your life in diapers easier, because that’s the nice kind of wife I am.”
“So, ‘most’ of them make my life easier?” I said. “What about the others? And if you were so nice maybe I wouldn’t be here in diapers to begin with!”
“Silly, it’s not my fault you’re in diapers. You made a bet.” She kissed me. “And diapers are just the way you chose to handle it.” She kissed me again and left the room, leaving me to finish the peas I was quickly steaming.
When she returned, she was carrying what looked like a shirt. “Arms up! This is a stickup!” she said jokingly. When I turned around and raised my arms with a smile, not knowing quite what to expect, she quickly pulled my t-shirt over the top of my head.
“So a little fooling around before dinner, then?” I asked a little hopefully, giving her a big hug and sticking my bare arms up her shirt as if I was about to strip her shirt as well. She giggled in ticklishness a little, and shrugged away.
“No, not right now. I don’t want mushy peas, so do this quick. Put this on.” She pulled the new shirt over my head, and I realized it was actually a snap crotch onesie. Pulling my sweatpants to my knees, she reached through my crotch and pulled the back flap to the front and did the snaps up. As I watched her, I could see that the diaper was already a little wet. When had that happened?
“Now get back to dinner.” I turned back to the stove. She continued, “You have several of those, now. They’re in your shirt drawer. When you need to be discreet, you can wear one. For instance, now, so that all the neighbors can’t see your diapers sticking up above your pants like a two year old as you go outside to grill.”
I pulled the peas off, and put them in the strainer. They were done perfectly. “Isn’t this a little babyish?”
“No, this is just functional. They make these for adults to use too, you know. And it says right on the sales page that it also keeps hands out of diapers that shouldn’t be there.” I blushed. She had obviously caught me.
The End of The Trainer – Chapter Two.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index