The Trainer – Chapter Eight
It was not long after I returned to my office to work that some of the changes started to be obvious. They first is that the old 20-minutes-between-shocks timing was gone. The second was that the shocks were much stronger. Third, there was no reward when I released my bladder in startled response to the zap.
It took most of the afternoon, but I thought I figured out most of the changes. The shocks now came at a random time, but the further apart they were the stronger the zap. Given that even the smallest zap was painful now they were definitely something to avoid, rather than a reminder. Also, the rewards were more random. Sometimes I got them, sometimes I didn’t. It seemed the strongest, most consistent rewards were for small, almost constant releases. The longer I waited, the less common and less pleasant were the rewards.
Between the shocks and the rewards, by the end of the afternoon I was heeding her advice and drinking water and tea almost constantly, leading to almost constant peeing. She changed me twice more during the afternoon, almost clinically. She’d come in and make small talk while I laid on the floor on the changing mat. Unsnap the onesie, pull down the plastic pants, pop the pins, remove the wet diaper, slide a new diaper under me, butt down, pull it up between my legs, replace the pins, plastic pants back up, snap the onesie, check to make sure the diaper was inside the pants, and back to work.
It was my night to make dinner again, and I pulled some pork chops out of the freezer. I felt a little pressure in my bladder, and felt the nice rewards as I reached to the back of the closet for a potato(e) to mash. As I was slicing an apple for the ‘smothering’ part of the porkchops, I released again, this time with no reward. As I turned on the stove to warm the frozen green beans, I released again, this time with a pleasant reward. By the time the chops were ready, my wife was standing there with another diaper.
“Hi honey! Thanks for making dinner. Looks great. Let’s just take care of this before dinner. It looks like you’ve been wetting a lot.”
I felt the front of my diaper. It was definitely heavy. “OK, where?”
“Just come over here on the carpet.” She spread out the changing mat on the floor, placing the supplies beside it. I went over and lay down.
“Yeah, you’re certainly wet. Looks like you took my advice about drinking water?” Lift butt. Plastic pants down.
“Yes, I did. The shocks really hurt now, you know.” I said it with a little bit of a whine. Release pins. Remove wet diaper.
“Yes, I know they do, and I’m sorry it has to hurt. But they really have to be something you want to avoid. If you just wait until you get a shock to pee, like you had been, then when we remove the device you’ll stop.” Put clean diaper under me. Butt down. Pull it up between my legs. It was very thick.
I looked down. “That’s much thicker than the last one.” She was pinning it on, my legs spread.
“These are some new diapers for you. Night weight, they said. You’ve been soaking the thinner ones, which is good, but since I don’t want you to leak and I’m responsible for it, I’m going to put you in these around the house.” Plastic pants up, which barely fit over the bulk. “They should last a little longer so I don’t have to change you every hour and a half like this afternoon.” She struggled to pull the onesie together and get it snapped in my crotch. It was about as thick as the doubled cloth diaper she had used on me last night. “Now lets eat some dinner. I’m hungry, and that looks great.”
A nice white bottle of wine went with dinner. I felt like I was sitting on a pillow, but it was a pillow that was getting progressively wetter and heavier over the course of the meal.
“You remember that we’re supposed to go out with the Smiths tomorrow night, right?” She asked.
“Can we cancel that, given my, um, situation?” The vibration happened to be going off as she asked the question.
“Well, we could, but I think you’re going to have to get used to this, ‘um, situation’. Are you going to hide in the house forever?” I paused. No, I couldn’t do that. But, I’d be fine as soon as she took the trainer off, right? I just had to make it to Sunday. I guess she was reading my mind, as she added, “Well, if you want, here’s a compromise. We can cancel tomorrow night, but I get to pick what we do on Sunday, for your test. And I promise it won’t be with friends.”
I nodded. In the best case, I’d be able to hold off until I had the stupid device off. In the worst case, at least the inevitable was delayed.
The thick diaper was very noticeable, but the onesie snapped between my legs held it comfortably in position as I sat at the table. I felt like I was sitting on a pillow, my legs spread and my crotch a bulbous asexual bump between my legs. I tried to be conscious of every time I emptied my bladder to maintain control, but there were one or two times that the reward kicked in when I had not knowingly let go. Maybe it was just reacting to the left over moisture from the last time.
After cleaning up from dinner, my diaper was checked and found to be fine, so we settled down on the couch for some relaxing TV time. It wasn’t until it was time for bed that we went upstairs for a shower and a change. She held out the chain, and I realized she was expecting me to connect it to the wrist restraints and collar that I had forgotten were even there.
“C’mon, you trusted me earlier.” I just didn’t want to deal with it. She didn’t want to deal with me.
“Put them on. Now.”
“But I will be very good, and you didn’t need them before,” I continued to whine. She was walking over towards her phone on the bedside table with a purpose. I realized what she was going to do, and my attitude change instantly.
“Oh, I’m sorry honey. I didn’t mean it.” I held out my hands, just as the very painful shock hit, leaving me gasping. She looked at me in the That-Hurt-Me-More-Than-It-Hurt-You way.
“This isn’t a debate,” she said gently. “I feel better when you’re not in a position to argue about anything, I’m tired, and you’re wet, and you don’t smell very good.” She walked up to me, and I stood there as the onesie was removed over my head before the chain was locked to the to the collar and cuffs. The shower was rather quick and efficient, the device was removed and washed, and before long I was on the bed, chain locked to the headboard, with the locking sleeper being put over the thick diaper. After I helped get my arms into the sleeper, she surprised me by locking them back in the cuffs before releasing the tethering chain.
She looked at me. “Let’s not have any arguments about this any more, OK? It goes along with me being responsible for your diaper. I’m going to leave it on you for the next three nights, as a little reminder.” It was said gently, but as she had said, I was not in a position to argue. She helped me get into my bed, the plastic mattress protector crackling away, and gave me a kiss goodnight before turning out the light and closing the door.
I slept poorly that night. Not able to easily adjust the blankets, turn over, or pretty much do anything other than lay on my back with my legs splayed frog-style due to the bulk, I was awoken several times over the night as I was zapped with various levels of power.
The End of The Trainer – Chapter Eight.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index