The Trainer – Chapter Four
As with the previous night, I was woken up intermittently by shocks throughout the night, and my morning I woke to the alarm clock and a very wet diaper and bed pad. Once again, I changed my diaper and tossed it in the can. Before putting the fresh diaper on I visited the bathroom to take care of some things that I didn’t want to do in the diaper.
Throwing on pants and a t-shirt I took the wet pad and the sheets to the washer and tossed them in. I felt a little pressure in my bladder and released it immediately. It seemed like the shocks were getting stronger, and I wanted to avoid them.
I found my wife in her office with a bagel and coffee. She was on a work call already, so I left her alone and went to the kitchen to fetch my own coffee, then to my office to get started on my own work.
Over the course of the morning, I got very engrossed in my work project. A particularly difficult bug was being seen, and I needed to reach deep into the code to find it. I kept a glass of water at my desk, and released my bladder whenever I felt pressure. It wasn’t until close to noon that I realized that I had been concentrating all morning, I hadn’t gotten shocked, and my diaper was leaking into my chair.
“Oh, yuk”, I said, intending it to be to no one.
My wife “Yuk what?” answer surprised me, and I turned to see her standing in the doorway.
“Urm. Actually, I think my diaper leaked. The chair is wet.”
“You didn’t notice the wetting?” She seemed almost gleeful.
“I knew I was wetting a lot, and it was all on purpose, I just didn’t realize how much it had been.”
“Ah, well, two things. First, let me get you something.” She left the doorway for a second, and came back carrying a chair pad. “You should probably get used to sitting on these. In fact, I think you should sit on one wherever you are, be it here, or on the couch. I don’t want to lose furniture over this. And second, let me see your phone.”
She traded the chair pad for my phone, and left again for a second. I placed the pad on my chair, and followed her. She went into her office, plugged my phone into her computer, typed a few commands, and waited a few seconds.
“You now have an app that will interact with your trainer. Obviously you don’t get ALL the controls,” she smiled, “but I enabled the functionality where it will tell you when you’ve peed a certain amount; you can set the volume yourself. That way, if you wear a different diaper you can adjust it if you need to.”
Most of the app functionality was locked out, but it did had a home screen widget that she showed me, showing a bar graph in the shape of a diaper that turned yellow. Maybe I wouldn’t place that on my home screen.
The rest of the day passed similarly. Twice during the afternoon my phone buzzed reminding me to change, and when I ignored the second one my wife came over and changed me herself. Dinner was quick, followed by a diaper change, and we both went back to our offices to continue working after dinner.
About 9PM, she came in with the chains. She was naked. “Ready for your shower?”
I wasn’t really at a great stopping point, but again, she was naked. It’s hard to argue with that.
I helped her by pulling off my shirt, and she locked the chains on again. I followed her into the bathroom and once again she made the chains worth my while. Once again I ended up tethered to the bed, locked back in the trainer, and relaxing after a healthy climax.
She was pulling the diaper up between my legs when she stopped.
“You know, for the last two nights, you’ve really flooded the diaper, wet the bed, and kind of made a mess. Would you like a more absorbent diaper?”
I thought about it. It made sense. “But these are pretty much the most absorbent I can get. And two is getting pretty expensive.”
She smiled. “True. That’s why I’ll suggest this.” She pulled a large white cloth out from under the bed. “From what I read, this cloth diaper will work a lot better at night. How about we try it?”
I kind of laughed at the “we”; it wasn’t “we” trying it, it was “me” trying it. Cloth diapers weren’t really my thing, but it was clear the M4’s weren’t cutting it for night time. I sighed, and acquiesced by lifting my butt off the disposable. She slid it under me, and I saw that it was actually two diapers in a stack. It was very thick. I went to touch it, and I realized my hands were still restrained. “Honey, could you please release my hands so I can help you?”
“I read online how to diaper an adult with cloth, so let’s see how this works. You just hang out.” Like I had a choice.
She twisted the inner diaper, then pulled the outer diaper straight up. The twist formed a little pocket that my hard plastic crotch fit nicely into. She grabbed four pins that had obviously been pre-positioned from the bedside drawer, and quickly pulled the diaper tight. Not that I had much experience with cloth, but it seemed secure. I could not even feign surprise when she pulled out the plastic pants. She slid them up my legs, and tucked in the diaper.
“Now, that sleeper… it’s actually designed to help hold thick diapers in place at night. I think you’ll actually be more comfortable wearing it. The zipper isn’t designed to stay in place without the lock, but what if I gave you the ability to unlock it from your phone? Would you wear it if you could take it off whenever you wanted to?”
She was pretty obviously not going to give in. And, if I could unlock it, then it wasn’t like it was really locked on. I was tired, so, once again, I nodded. The sleeper came out of the closet, and with some prodding at her phone my hands fell free. She helped me into the sleeper, and I noted the click when the zipper was at the top. She was right, though, the sleeper acted sort of like a onesie, and held the bulky diaper in place securely.
Before she left the room, she got my phone, and with some more prodding showed me how to open and close the lock as she had promised. Then, we both went to sleep.
Tuesday morning began like Monday, with the alarm blaring. I felt like I had slept a lot better though, as I didn’t remember waking as much in response to the zaps. I felt down around my crotch. It was dry. Well, maybe the trainer was broken and wasn’t punishing me if I didn’t wet. As I stood up, the weight of the cloth diaper around me put an end to that thought, as I felt it’s weight on my shoulders as the sleeper held it up.
Changing in the morning seemed a little more complex, so I wandered into my wife’s office. She was already up, of course, intently looking over mechanical design drawings of some random part for work.
“Good morning,” I said, “could you help me?”
She turned around and got up. “Of course honey, no problem.”
We went back into the guest room where I had slept, and she unlocked the sleeper and helped me out. I lay down on the changing pad. She looked at the soaked diaper. “Ok, how are we going to get that wet diaper off you?” She thought for a second, and pulled another bed pad out of the closet. Putting that on top of the first, and both of them under me, she pulled off my plastic pants. The smell of a very wet diaper hit my nose, and I winced. She didn’t even make a face, though, as she removed the pins and took the diapers and the top pad away in a single pile. She quickly put the disposable that I didn’t use last night under me, cleaned me up with some wipes, and taped me up. As I sat up, she kissed me as she handed me the wet diapers and pad, and told me to stick the whole thing in the washer.
After toasting a quick bagel and grabbing some coffee, I again felt the need to visit the bathroom. I carefully untaped the tapes of the still-dry diaper I was wearing, and sat down to take care of the morning’s business. After finishing, I taped the diaper back on and went to my office.
The End of The Trainer – Chapter Four.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index