The Trainer – Chapter Five
Immersed in my work, I wet when I felt like it and changed once when the phone suggested I should. It was right, as there was just a small round wet spot on the pad on my chair. I quickly changed into another M4 and replaced the chair pad with a dry one, my mind never really leaving the world of code that I was immersed in. Lunch time came as a surprise when my wife knocked on the door with a sandwich. I ate in my office and continued my work.
By 5PM I was exhausted. I had only moved twice in the afternoon, both times for changes. I spent most of the afternoon on the phone with other team members. On the bright side, I had found the bug and pushed the fix to QA for verification, and I felt relieved. A nice complimentary email from my boss acknowledging the hard work also helped my mood.
As I finally stood up to stretch, I felt the reward vibrator kick in. There must have been some drops stuck in my urethra, I supposed, which had dribbled out when I stood. No big deal.
My big stretch was finally interrupted by a knock on my door. “So what do you want for dinner?” I heard, as she cracked open the door and peered in. “Can I come in?”
I had already closed everything up, so it was safe. She came in and hugged me, feeling my diaper.
“How about we go out for dinner? Nothing major, we could just get burgers or something. But I need to get out of this house, and you need to get used to going out diapered up too.” She was rubbing my diapered bum, and I could tell the wetness went all the way back.
I was a little nervous. “Honey, these diapers are way too thick…”
“But I think you have some thinner ones stashed away, don’t you?”
I did. There were some M2’s in the bag. I sighed. I did want to get out of the house.
She went with me into the guest room, where she cleaned me well and helped tape on an M2. I got one of the onesies from the drawer and put it on. A looser pair of my jeans did a pretty good job of hiding anything, and the loose long sleeve shirt hid anything else. I looked in the mirror.
“Urm, honey?” I pointed at the collar still locked around my neck. Surprisingly, I hadn’t really noticed it during the day.
She took her phone, tapped something out, and the lock on my neck clicked. The collar fell away.
“What about these?” I held out my wrists.
“The shirt will cover them. You’ll be ok.”
The long sleeve shirt did cover them. I shrugged. Another battle for another day.
The drive to our regular watering hole was only a few minutes. As I climbed in to drive, though, I realized how uncomfortable it was going to be with the device locked on, so we switched places. While I was climbing out of the passenger seat at our destination, I once again felt the reward vibration kick off. Huh, must have been some trapped urine again.
We knew the hostess, and she pointed us to a booth in the back of the largely empty place. Our usual waitress came by and it was not long until we both had drinks in front of us. The large frosty draft of a premium amber ale was a sweet reward for the days hard work.
We talked in general terms about our day, and about the vacation we were planning for the summer. Two or three times, I don’t remember, I let the quickly processed beer out into the waiting diaper. I had a second beer when the food came, and she switched to water after her single glass of wine.
Her phone alarm went off. “Uh oh.” She looked at me. “How’s your diaper?”
Uh oh was right. I put my hand down, and my diaper was clearly beyond ready for a change. I hoped I hadn’t leaked.
I looked at her. I hadn’t thought to bring a change. “What should I do?”
She reached into her large handbag and pulled out a smaller black bag. “I thought you were the boy scout. Go change.” She smiled and handed me the bag.
Luckily, the bathroom was very close to our booth, and I quickly slipped in. Inside the bag was a pack of wipes, an M2, and an M4. I entered a stall and pulled my pants down. I unsnapped the onesie, released the tapes, and wadded up the very wet diaper. I used a few wipes to clean up a little, and pulled the dry diaper between my legs. I had just gotten the first of the four tapes fastened when someone entered the restroom. I froze.
The person walked over to the stall I was in and pulled on the door. I hoped to god the latch held. They then went into the stall next to me. I was so nervous. As the person made a bunch of noise flushing the toilet and pulling out a toilet seat liner I slowly pulled the diaper up between my legs. The crackling of the plastic diaper seemed unbearably loud. The person next to me seemed to be settling in for the duration, and I could hear what sounded like he was playing some game on his phone. Great.
I stood there, motionless, for what felt like 10 minutes, but was probably only 2. Screw it. I quickly pulled up the diaper and taped it in place. I didn’t know this person. Who cares, I kept telling myself, as the loud sound of tapes being ripped from their backing and stuck to the diaper echoed in my ears. The diaper crinkled like thunder as I snugged it in tight and adjusted it. Even the sounds of the snaps popping closed sounded like gunshots assaulting any sense of privacy I might have had. I pulled up my pants, grabbed the bag and the wet diaper, and went to the sink. I quickly tossed the used diaper in the trash, washed my hands, and got the heck out. As I was sitting down, shaking a little from the overly public experience, I felt the reward buzzer tingle. What was that? I guess I just wasn’t paying attention, and the beer wasn’t helping.
My wife looked at me, a little concerned. “Everything OK?”
I caught my breath and took a long drink of the beer to calm down. “Someone came in. It was a little more public than I expected.”
“You did change though, right?”
I nodded.
“Did you use the thick one or the thin one?”
“The thin one.” I was relaxing a little now.
She looked at me for a second. “Do you want another?”
I gave her a confused look. “I just changed. What do you mean?”
“No, silly, another beer.” I looked down. Mine was empty, still clutched in my hand.
“If you’re having dessert, then I will. Otherwise we can just go home.”
She had dessert, and I had another beer. Definately buzzed, I was peeing a lot. Halfway through the third beer, her phone signaled again.
“Wow, those thin ones don’t last very long.”
It couldn’t be time to change yet. I hadn’t peed that much. Had I. I reached down. Sure enough, it was pretty clear that the diaper was nearing saturation. Huh.
“Can we just go home? I don’t want to do that again. What if someone comes in again?”
“Well, you’re going to need to get used to it. No one cares. Just go do it.”
Stumbling just a bit from the effect of the three beers, I went back to the restroom. Empty.
Not wanting to waste time, I quickly went to the stall, pulled down my pants, unsnapped the onesie, pulled the tapes, balled up the diaper, and opened the bag for the dry one.
I stopped. Only the M4 was left. Crap. I paused. It would be so obvious that I was wearing a diaper. Why had she brought an M4? Why?
As I was standing there holding the folded diaper in my hand, I felt the reward vibration. What the heck was that for? I looked down, and a small stream of urine was landing on the front of my pants. CRAP! I clamped down, and the flow stopped. It had just been a little dribble, but the front of my fly was wet. I felt a sinking feeling as I realized I didn’t have much choice about wearing the diaper. The beer was obviously affecting me. I pulled the M4 open and got it taped up before anyone came in, fastening the onesie over the bulk of the diaper. My pants pulled up, but barely. The bulkiness of the diaper along with the training device used all the available space in the relaxed fit jeans. I used some toilet paper to sop up some of the wetness, and when I pulled my shirt down it pretty well covered the wet spot.
Taking the bag and the used diaper, I tossed it out and washed my hands. I felt like I was waddling back to the booth. My wife saw me and smiled. She was staring at my groin.
“If you just relaxed and walked a little more normally, I don’t think that anyone would suspect a thing, you know.”
“There was only a thick diaper in there,” I said accusingly as I sat down.
“I know. I figured that if you needed two changes in the time we sat down for dinner, you needed the thicker diapers.
“But it barely fits under my jeans!”
“But it does fit under your jeans, and it’s really not noticeable. Now you won’t have to change as often. Less chance of embarrassing situations like last time, right?”
I finished my beer quietly. I didn’t want to tell her that I had peed without control in there. It was too much. We paid the check, and headed to the car. Getting into the passenger seat, I again felt the reward vibration, even though I don’t think that I intentionally let go. Whatever, I was heavily buzzed and it felt nice. I relaxed and let even more out, enjoying the feeling. I put my head back as my wife took my hand away from my groin and replaced it with her own. It felt nice. I woke up a few minutes later when we got home.
I was obviously tired, so we agreed that it was time for a shower and bed even though it wasn’t very late. I was not in a mood to fight anything, so I just relaxed as she replaced the collar, took off my clothes, attached the chains, and led me into the bathroom. She started the shower, and stripped herself. She removed my sodden diaper and the training device before we showered. It wasn’t quite as intimate as the last two nights, but she was gentle and caring, and soon I was led back to the guest room. As before, the tether to the top of the bed was attached, but I didn’t really care. She left me on top of the diapers with them pulled up between my legs but not pinned. Buzzed and sleepy, I waited for her to finish washing the device.
She came back in, and after looking at my closed eyes slipped the training device back on with a kiss. She was just finishing up the pins on the diaper when the vibrator went off. My plastic pants weren’t even on. This time, I know it was not intentional. And I was tired, but the alcohol’s effects were wearing off. As I felt the pleasant vibration again, I knew I lost. This was the third time in the last hour that I was being rewarded without consciously letting go, and it was only Tuesday.
As she helped me into the sleeper, she didn’t say anything but I think she saw the look in my eye and knew. The click of the lock on the sleeper seemed awfully final.
She smiled a little and lay down with me on the bed, holding me. She smelled so perfect, and my head lay on her wonderful chest. She kissed me on the top of the head as I fell asleep.
The End of The Trainer – Chapter Five.
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