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“Five thousand dollars.” Mary stared at her fiance, her expression as much of a neutral mask as she could maintain.

“That’s just the base fee, but yes,” Ethan said, his expression serious and almost completely formal, though not unhappy. She could have mistaken him for a car salesman trying to sell her on a deluxe package.

“And all I have to do is…” Mary trailed off for a moment. It was so plainly ridiculous that she didn’t even know how to wrap her head around it. “You want me to wear…”

Ethan nodded, his cool formality even more off putting than the contract he’d shown her. “Diapers.”

Mary leaned back, just a little. She was sitting at their kitchen island and the barstools didn’t have backs, so she couldn’t put her weight back too much without toppling backwards. The situation was surreal. The contract, typed up as official as you please and sitting on the tabletop, had its first page spattered with orange juice - When Ethan had approached and told her about the proposal, she’d been in the middle of a drink and had spat it out in shock.

Rubbing at the bridge of her nose, Mary said, “I think you’re going to need to explain this to me again, from the start, because I don’t understand this at all. The company you’re working for wants to pay me five thousand dollars to wear diapers for a month?”

“That’s the sum of things,” Ethan said. The breakfast she’d made for both of them was abandoned on the counter, ignored entirely. “It’s explained better in the contract.” 

Unnerved, Mary swallowed on a dry throat and tried to cover his discomfort by drinking what remained of her juice. Ethan just watched her, impassive and wordless. 

Why the hell is he so fucking serious about all this?

That was what startled her more than anything. The situation was absurd, even nonsensical, and probably funny from an outside perspective, and he was being cold as the grave about the whole thing. 

“I don’t care about the contract,” Mary said, pushing away the stack of papers. “You explain it to me.”

“Really,” Ethan said, pushing the contract back towards her. “They detail everything, it’s all-”

“Fucking hell!” Mary snapped, leaning forward and slapping a hand across the table, scattering the papers. “What did I just say?”

Ethan blinked in surprise. She immediately felt bad for lashing out, but he was being so off putting and she was at a loss of how she was supposed to react. Besides, that blink had been the most emotion she’d gotten him to display since he showed up in the kitchen.

Sighing, Mary got up from her stool and moved to fix coffee. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But this is just so bizarre, and you’re- Fuck, I don’t know. Just be straight with me, okay?”

Ethan didn’t respond for a second, tiny muscles flexing in his unreadable expression. Just as Mary was about to say something else, to ask if he was okay, he finally spoke up. “You’re right. Sorry. I think I had my ‘business face’ on or something.” Biting his lip, he added, “Can you make enough for two?” 

“It’s a keurig, so no,” Mary said, rolling her eyes as she pressed the button to pour herself a cup. “But I’ll make you a cup once I’m done, sweetie.” 

Smiling, a bit relieved as the tension left the room, Ethan said, “Thank-”

“Just as soon,” Mary started, cutting him off. “As you explain what the hell all this is about.”

Ethan licked his lips, nodding. “Right. Diapers. Uh… That is, the deal, well,” He blushed, stammering over his own words, and Mary instantly felt reassured. This was the Ethan she knew and loved, not the weird stone faced car salesman he had been a second ago. “They - That is, Lab-D, one of our products, need a product tester.”

“So?” Mary asked, holding her hand on the mug as she felt it fill, appreciating the warmth. “I’m not exactly the target market for that… Sort of product. Go find someone who actually uses the things.”

“Well, that’s just it,” Ethan said, absently starting to gather the contract papers back into a stack as he talked. “We, that is they, don’t actually care about how well the diapers work. Or, uh, we do, but they’ve been tested pretty extensively. We want you to try out the cover.”

Mary raised an eyebrow, setting her coffee aside as it finished filling. “Cover?” 

“Well, yeah,” Ethan said. “It’s- Let me back up. Sometimes there are places where people have to wear diapers, but they don’t want to - Old people, in assisted living, for example. They make a fuss, and then refuse to wear them or take them off or whatever, and then it ends up making a mess. It’s bad for everyone.” 

Listening, Mary started to put the pieces together as she rinsed out the refillable pod. “So the cover, it stops that? What’s it got, some kind of lock so the old farts can’t wriggle out of them?” 

“Uh… Yeah. Exactly.” Her fiance seemed relieved that she’d caught on. “It’s more complicated, but… Pretty much. Problem is, we don’t know for sure that it’s really… Wriggle proof, I guess.” 

Mary stopped in the middle of scooping coffee grounds, the situation clicking into place. “Oh. You need a white hat.” 

It was Ethan’s turn to look confused. “What?” 

“A white hat,” Mary said, finally feeling as though she were on solid ground. This was her territory, at least if you squinted at it just right. “A good guy hacker. Someone who breaks into your system to test it for weaknesses.”

“That’s exactly it,” Ethan said. “We don’t really need you to wear the diapers, we need you to break out of them.” 

“Still, why me?” She asked, thinking it over. 

Ethan chewed his lip, oddly embarrassed as he explained. “You’ve got a degree in engineering, a background in computers, and… Uh, your day job doesn’t require much direct customer service.” 

Mary blushed herself as she understood his meaning. Leaning against the counter, she asked the most pressing question. “And the five grand? I get that if I can find a way out of your diaper cover thing?” 

“No, you get that no matter what,” Ethan corrected. “If you’re gonna wear diapers for a month, we’re going to pay you for it, so that five thousand is guaranteed. If you can break out, the fee is tripled, and you don’t have to finish out the month. You could find an exploit in twenty minutes and get paid before you have to get your first change.” 

Mary was floored. Fifteen thousand dollars… That was more money than she normally made in three months. Freelance software design wasn’t the worst profession in the world. She could set her own hours, finish jobs as fast or as slow as she wanted, and it was fun, challenging work, but jobs had been few and far between the past few months, and there were more than a few things she’d like to buy if the money suddenly became available. 

“What’s the catch?” She asked. “Do I have to live in some sort of observation center? Am I only allowed to use my hands?” 

“No catch,” Ethan said. “I, uh, don’t recommend using power tools, but you’re allowed to do whatever you want. As long as you tell us how you got out if and when you do, you get paid.” 

That was pretty tempting. Hell, it was incredibly tempting, though Mary still had one concern. “So… Do I have to, y’know… Use them?”

Ethan nodded, his blush returning in full force. “The use and process has to be authentic, otherwise you could miss something about the way that the cover functions, and… Yeah.”

“You think I could find a way out of the cover by peeing my pants?” Mary asked. He only shrugged. She took a deep breath, then returned to making coffee as she thought it over. 

She’d have to scan the contract carefully, make sure she wasn’t missing anything, but the offer seemed too good to turn down if Ethan was telling it to her straight. She had no reason to doubt him; They were getting married just as soon as they set a date and she would never have said yes if she didn’t trust him completely. Still, someone else at his company might have slipped something sneaky into the contract that he didn’t know about it. 

She dumped sugar and cream into Ethan’s coffee, turning the rich, dark roast into a milksweet abomination that was coffee only in name. “Just the way you like it,” she said, setting the cup in front of him. “Heathen. It’s practically chocolate milk.” 

“Compared to that sludge you drink, I’ll take chocolate milk any day.” Ethan grinned, taking a sip. “So what do you think of the offer?”

“I’ve got one question,” Mary said. “How are we going to fuck?” 

Ethan turned bright pink and spit out his coffee. It was the second time that morning that the contract had been sprayed with something, and the cover page was now half illegible from the watermarks staining the letters. “Wh-what?” 

“If I can’t take the diapers off, except to change,” Mary said. “I don’t suppose the contract includes exceptions where I can remove them for extended periods so we can fool around in bed?” 

“I-” Ethan said, blushing so much that it almost reached his forehead. “Um- That is-” 

Mary rolled her eyes, leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re cute when you’re flustered. Can you get me a new copy of that contract? I’d like to read it now.” 

“Really?” He didn’t seem to believe it for a moment. “You’ll take their offer?” 

“I’ll look at the contract,” Mary corrected. “But if it looks good, then yeah. I bet I can get those diapers off in ten minutes flat.”

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A very good start.  Thanks for taking the time to give Mary background and motivation at the outset, which will make her actions in future chapters more plausible.  Money, personal pride ... there's a lot at stake here, so this should be great fun!

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very interesting start - like how she is now rising to the bait of the challenge...will make it all the better as she fails various times.  i'm also intrigued as to what/how the covers are to be impossible to remove

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Chapter 2

 

Clicking the pen in her hand, Mary read over the fine print of the contract for the third time, frowning as she checked for any catch or technicality she might have missed. As far as she could tell, there wasn’t any - The payment was airtight, the rules were set out pretty clearly, and there wasn’t any way for Lab-D to back out and screw her. 

There were a couple things that had caught her off guard. She was going to have to waive liability in case of any physical injury, which was reasonable enough. If she tried to take a power saw to the cover and cut off a chunk of her thigh by mistake, an accident lawyer would try to take Lab-D for everything they were worth. However, what threw her for a loop was that she also had to sign a second liability waiver in case of “long term effects regarding bladder or bowel control”.

Ethan had needed to explain that one. “You’ll get a pill you have to take every morning that’ll make you have actual accidents.”

“So you’re going to make me incontinent?”

“Not exactly. That would risk some adverse health effects, muscle atrophy, all that. This just… It takes away your potty training, pretty much. Since it doesn’t affect muscle or nerve control, it wears off in a couple days once you stop taking it.”

Despite the surprise, after consideration she decided that if she would be wearing the diapers anyways, it didn’t really matter if she was having accidents on purpose or… Well, or by accident. 

Another thing that had seemed odd was the need to appoint a guardian. That one had been a bit more straightforward, once it was explained - She couldn’t change her own diapers without being able to remove the locked cover. 

“You don’t have to appoint me, technically,” Ethan said, chewing on his lip as he explained it. “If you want, you can get someone else from the company. You get changed on a schedule, so they’d just send someone out here or have them meet up with you at regular intervals.”

“And have someone else fondling my bare ass?” Mary demanded. “No way. If I’m going to do this, much better to have you handle… All that… Than some stranger I’ve never met before.” 

Ethan seemed pleased with her answer, and they moved on from there. Confident that everything was in order, Mary signed her name at the bottom, added the date, then passed the pen over to Ethan so he could sign it as well. 

“I’ll go scan this and send a copy back to the office,” Ethan said, checking his phone to look at the time. “I’ve got all the supplies we’ll need in my car, but we don’t have to get you situated until noon, so we’ve got about an hour. If you need to use the bathroom before then, I’d suggest…”

“Way ahead of you,” Mary said, standing and putting a hand to Ethan’s chest. “Though I had something else in mind for what we could do in that hour.”

Ethan was blushing again as he swallowed visibly. “N-now?” 

“Well I don’t want to have sex after I put on a diaper,” Mary said, flashing him a wicked grin. “Go scan those papers, then meet me in the bedroom.” 

Nodding profusely, Ethan scurried out of the kitchen to do as she’s suggested. 

Mary rinsed out her coffee cup and turned to leave as well, then hesitated. Just what did I agree to do? 

It was too late to change her mind now. If she wanted out of the contract, she’d just have to find a way to get out of this locking cover she’d heard so much about. No problem. She’d be rolling in cash, and wearing her preferred lingerie, in no time. 



“Last chance to back out,” Ethan said, as he set the case down on the bathroom floor. It was two feet wide, and mostly looked like a thick briefcase. 

“No way,” Mary said, holding her arms tightly over her naked chest. She didn’t, strictly speaking, have to be naked, but on the other hand she’d just gotten out of the shower and didn’t, strictly speaking, have to be dressed either. There was a towel still hanging loose around her waist for the moment, but aside from that she was totally undressed as she said, “I want that fifteen grand.”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” Ethan admonished, unclasping the latches on the case and opening it, retrieving a couple items. “The lab boys and I spent a lot of time and effort making this uncrackable.”

“You were on the development team?” Mary raised an eyebrow at that. 

“I didn’t do much,” Ethan corrected quickly. “Just, y’know, a few design elements, plus I had to relay information to the marketing team. Hold on a sec, I’ve only set this up a couple times for demonstrations.” 

Mary smiled as she leaned against the bathroom door and watched her fiance work, chewing his lip as he flipped through the three-page paper manual and followed the instructions. His face screwed up in a scowl more than a couple times as he unfolded a couple pieces incorrectly or attached something wrong. Mary debated commenting on his struggle just to see how flustered he’d get, but decided against it when she considered that he’d have plenty of ammo for teasing over the next month. 

She didn’t expect Ethan to do anything with this teasing ammo, of course. He was too passive to get in any really good barbs, and seemed to just get flustered and embarrassed when Mary teased him. Sometimes she even felt bad about it.

The case unfolded into what could only be described as a changing mat straight off the set of Star Trek. Or, perhaps, off a porn parody of Star Trek with some really weird production design. It was six feet long, all silvery shimmering plastic and metal. At the middle, there was a complicated array of small lights, what appeared to be a barcode scanner, and a trio of nonstandard cables bundled together. One end of the mat had a small pillow for her head, and sticking out in a T-shape were two extensions that were probably meant for her arms.

At the end of those extensions, Mary was surprised to see a simple loop of chain and what looked suspiciously like handcuffs. Looking down, she saw that there were similar, though slightly larger, cuffs where her feet would go. 

“Why-” she started to ask, before figuring it out. The easiest way to get out of wearing the diapers would be to keep from being put in them, or to wait until she was getting a change and then run away while her ass was exposed to the air. She’d have to be restrained during changes, or else the quality of the lock wouldn’t matter at all. They really were serious about this whole ‘No getting out of it’ thing. 

“Lie down, I have to strap you in,” Ethan said. 

Mary raised an eyebrow. “Was this all just a trick to lure me into some kind of BDSM device?” 

“What?” Ethan asked, blinking once and then turning bright red. “N-no! It’s just for the company, really, we-” 

Laughing, Mary dropped the towel that was around her waist, took two steps forward, and plopped down onto the mat. “I’m just giving you a hard time, dear. Do what you’ve got to.” 

“R-right,” Ethan said, taking one of her hands and locking it into the metal cuff on her right. It felt tight, though he was careful not to dig it in too much and cut off her circulation. Moving to get her other hands, and then her feet, Ethan said, “Once I put the diaper on you, this thing is set up to allow changes at three points in the day - Eight in the morning, one in the afternoon, and nine in the evening. There’s a couple minutes of leeway, but the changes are designed to be on a schedule. Until I get fast at doing this, we should probably plan on setting up for a change five or ten minutes early every day.”

Mary started to sit up, confused, but the cuffs held her down to the mat. “What? Why can’t you just change me whenever I need it?” 

“Because that’s not an accurate field test,” Ethan said, his answer clearly prepared. Clipping the last ankle cuff into place, he said, “These covers are going to be used, at least in part, at places that are understaffed or where constant care isn’t available. Changing you on a schedule is the closest we can come to emulating that sort of erratic staffing and available help.” 

“Okay,” Mary said, “But isn’t that… Dangerous? What if I have to pee right after I get changed? Isn’t that… I dunno, bad?” 

“Diaper rash,” Ethan nodded, powering on the device near her waist. “Won’t be a problem. We’re mainly worried about testing the cover, but we’ve got a few creams that make diaper rash a non issue, plus it will prevent any other issues like infection. You could sit in a dirty diaper for a few days before it became a serious concern, not that I’d let that happen.”

“Okay.” Mary leaned her head back, testing the restraints lightly. It wasn’t a likely possibility, but it was worth considering as her angle of escape. If the cuffs had a weakness, maybe she could break out of them and be done with this whole thing right then and there. 

Ethan leaned towards his briefcase and pulled out a clear plastic bottle, squeezing something white into his hand with a little ‘splorch’ sound. “Speaking of which, raise your butt off the mat for me.” 

“Sure,” Mary said, lifting her waist and letting Ethan rub the cream all over her lower back, butt, and thighs. It was a little cold and damp, but his hands were warm, which helped cancel out some of the uncomfortable chill that ran up her spine. 

Once sure that the cream had been thoroughly applied, Ethan wiped his hands off on a bath towel, reached back into his case, and pulled out a stack of a couple diapers.

Mary blinked a couple times in surprise when she saw them. She didn’t have the best view - Bound to the mat as she was, she had to crane her neck to see it well - But she could have sworn for a second that she was looking at an oversized baby diaper, not something made for adults. It was white down the middle, but the flexible sides and elastic tapes were a pale pink. It crinkled loudly as he unfolded it, and she realized with mild horror that she wasn’t looking at a stack - It was just one, solitary, incredibly thick diaper. 

“Eh, lift up again?” Ethan asked, holding out the unfolded diaper. 

Mary almost didn’t hear him and took a couple seconds to comply. He slid the diaper under her, and when she put her weight back down onto it, she could have sworn that her butt was resting three inches above the top of the mat. It couldn’t really have been that thick, but it certainly seemed that way.

Before Ethan folded it up, he retrieved another clear plastic tube, though this one produced a fine white powder instead of the cream he’d used before. This, she recognized immediately, was baby powder. When he applied a generous puff of the powder she recognized it more specifically as *scented* baby powder. 

Fifteen thousand bucks, she reminded herself, as Ethan folded the diaper between her two legs and stuck the tapes into place one at a time, two on each side. Once he was done with that, he hit a button, and a blue light flashed for a couple seconds from one of the devices on the mat.

“Was that a UV light?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not supposed to say, specifically,” Ethan said, though his expression was a more clear ‘yes’ than Mary could ever have needed. “But the light cures the adhesive so that it can’t come unstuck or shift, at least not without a specific treatment.” 

“Okay,” Mary said, filing that away for later. Even if she got the cover off, she’d also need some way to unstick the tapes, at least if she couldn’t just cut through the diaper. “Just the cover, now?” 

“Just the cover,” Ethan confirmed, leaning back to his case one last time and pulling out the cover.

It looked surprisingly innocuous. Clear plastic, with a solid white waistband and leg bands, and a small metal object the size of a compact cell phone attached to the rest of the cover by metal-plated wires. 

Mary raised her butt for the third time, letting Ethan slide the diaper cover into place. From there he folded the sides up, and she heard a series of small, metallic clicks as the sides locked, leaving the cover snugly in place over her diaper. 

Ethan connected the cell phone device to the plugs on the mat, frowned a second as he looked at a screen, then said, “Okay, this’ll take about a minute. It’s updating the software to your specifications.” 

“What’s that thing do?” Mary asked.

Ethan just shrugged, refusing to answer her question and give her clues as to how she might escape. “Once everything’s updated, I’ve got an adhesive in here and I’m going to stick it to the small of your back. You can unstick it, if you really want to, but there’s no way to unplug it from the rest of the cover, so if you do that you’ll just have it flopping around at the back of your waist.”

Mary tilted her head. “Couldn’t you just make the cable longer so I could carry it in my back pocket?” 

“Not without introducing a security risk,” Mike said. “A long, flexible cable would be easier to cut through. Trust me, after a day or so you won’t even know it’s there.” 

“Okay,” Mary said, filing away the new information. “So that’s it, though, otherwise?”

Ethan nodded, checking his phone for the time. “It’s twelve thirty, I’ll note that as the start of your product test. You’ve got thirty days to go.” 

Thirty days in diapers, Mary thought, a confident half smile playing across her lips. Not if I can help it.

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very interesting.  Looking forward to her struggles and tribulations.

And also finding out more about just how Much Ethan is involved with this project he seems just too innocent so far.

 

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I will wager that the incentive to break out of the cover will increase 20 fold the first time Mary poops in her diaper just after a change and has to sit in it for most of 8 hrs.?  Chances are that as thick as these are, wetting will not be that much of an issue, but a nice big poop certainly will not go unnoticed.

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2 hours ago, deewet said:

I will wager that the incentive to break out of the cover will increase 20 fold the first time Mary poops in her diaper just after a change and has to sit in it for most of 8 hrs.?  Chances are that as thick as these are, wetting will not be that much of an issue, but a nice big poop certainly will not go unnoticed.

You're on!   LOL    my guess is there are some electrodes or something that fire when the cover is tampered with, but yes, only being able to be changed at specific times should really make for an interesting set of scenarios

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On 8/25/2018 at 4:16 AM, PeculiarChangeling said:

Chapter 2

Oh it's got wireless? Time to hack this bitch :P

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3 hours ago, YourFNF said:

Oh it's got wireless? Time to hack this bitch :P

I'm curious, what about the bundle of wires that he had to plug in gave you the impression it was wireless? ?
(That being said: "Hacking this bitch" is certainly on the to-do list.) 

 

On 8/25/2018 at 6:38 AM, deewet said:

I will wager that the incentive to break out of the cover will increase 20 fold the first time Mary poops in her diaper just after a change and has to sit in it for most of 8 hrs.?  Chances are that as thick as these are, wetting will not be that much of an issue, but a nice big poop certainly will not go unnoticed.

I think you'd win those odds, but I have insider information so I can't bet. 

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Chapter 3

Mary took a couple tentative steps up and down the bathroom rug, getting a feel for walking with all the unfamiliar bulk between her legs. She had to waddle from step to step, giving her the gait of an unsteady toddler, but it didn’t seem to slow her down that much and she expected she’d be able to compensate for the waddle with a bit more practice. 

The cover felt like plastic to the touch, and gave a loud rustle with each step, but slid gently against her thighs without much resistance and without chance of chafing. 

“Comfy,” she commented, glancing over her shoulder to see Ethan watching her expectantly. “Are you staring at my ass?” 

“Eh… It’s a good ass,” Ethan said, showing unusual quippiness. “But I was looking to see if the waistband was digging in at all. If it’s too tight you could lose circulation.”

“Why not just ask me if it’s too tight?” Mary asked, turning to face him completely and putting a hand on her hip. 

“You’d lie,” Ethan replied. “Or at least, you could. Get me to loosen it, then just slip off the cover.”

It made sense, even though Mary hadn’t actually considered lying when he brought it up. The weakest point in any strong security system was the human element. An eleven-key password did no good if you wrote it down on a sticky note by your computer, and a diaper cover that couldn’t be removed would do no good if she could get Ethan to remove it for her.

“So now what?” Mary asked, uncertain exactly what the plan was from here.

“I need to get to work, to get these contracts filed and copied,” Ethan said. Kneeling, he started packing up the changing mat, then paused. “I almost forgot, you need to take one of these.” Grabbing a rattling bottle from a side compartment on the case, he tossed it to her. 

Mary caught it easily, examining the unlabeled pill bottle. “These the things to make me incontinent?” 

“Lose your potty training,” Ethan corrected. “But yeah. You’ll be taking one with breakfast every day until the contract is up. It’ll take a day or two to kick in, though, so if you can get out right away you’ll not have to worry about any side effects.”

“Gotcha,” Mary said, pressing down on the childproof cap to open it. Plopping one pill in her hand, she tossed it in her mouth and swallowed dry. “Do you have to nanny the pills, too?”

“Afraid so,” Ethan said, standing and extending his hand to take the bottle back. “Also, open your mouth for me?”

“Why-” Mary started, before she pieced it together. “Worried I’d cheek the pill?”

“You’re being paid to break the rules,” Ethan pointed out. “Open wide.” 

“Aaah,” Mary said. She had really swallowed the pill, so Ethan didn’t find anything, and a second later he was back to packing his changing table. “I’ve got to get going. I assume you’re going to get started with your thing?”

“No,” Mary said, rolling her eyes. “I was going to watch a movie, maybe take it easy for the next few days, y’know, just- Yes, of course I am.” 

“Well, good luck,” Ethan said. “If you need anything, give me a call?”

“I’ll text you,” Mary said, already walking to leave the bathroom. “Have a great day at work!” 



“Are you rolling? I pressed the button, so it-” Mary looked into the lens of her camera, then flipped out the small video display to see if the red light had come on. “Great!” 

Backing away from the camera, Mary waddled backwards until she got to the point where the video was recording her from head to toe. “Okay, recording this for posterity. I’m doing a field test for Lab-D, attempting to remove this diaper cover. I’m going to be starting with the basics, then working my way up from there.” 

She glanced to where she’d set up an array of tools, then changed her mind and decided to start with the most basic test.

Grabbing the waistband of the cover, she tried to pull it down. The waistband felt like elastic as she moved, but when she tried to pull it down, the band tightened notably in resistance. She tried harder, but grabbing the plasticy sides of the cover didn’t provide enough leverage to really pull, and it proved impossible to dig a finger under the waistband for a better grip. 

“Okay, applying physical force seems to have failed. No surprises there. Let’s move up and see what happens next.”

Looking back to her setup, she decided on the rightmost tool - A pair of kitchen scissors. 

“Okay, simple cutting force. Let’s see how it goes,” she said. Sitting down on the floor, she tried to cross her legs and found it incredibly difficult to do so and impossible to do so comfortable. Instead, she spread out her legs in a V position. Once comfortable, she pinched the plastic material and stretched out a small piece, raised the scissors into place, and tried to cut.

The experiment at least proved that the plasticy material was not any sort of plastic that she was familiar with. It stretched and flexed against the scissors, but refused to cut. She tried squeezing harder on the scissor handle, but that didn’t get her anywhere. When the plastic handle started to bend, she gave up with the scissors.

Frowning, she looked at her other tools. “Okay, so simple cutting force proved ineffective. Next, I’ll be trying…” 

She trailed off as she surveyed the half dozen implements she had lined up. A knife, and then a razor blade, and then a pair of pliers, a hand drill, and then an actual power drill with a sharp bit. 

“You know what? Let’s skip the preliminaries,” she said, grabbing the drill. Peering up into the camera lens, she added, “I’m going to be using power tools on an unknown material about three inches from my skin. I’ll be starting on the lowest possible power setting, because I’m not stupid.”

It was a cordless drill, so she had no trouble stretching out a small piece of the material and holding it against the floor, and planting the tip of the drill bit against the cover which pinned the material in place. Cranking the power control all the way down, she gently squeezed the trigger and watched to see what would happen.

The drill bit started to spin, slowly at first, then a little faster as she closed her finger down on the trigger. The drill bit snagged on the plastic and spun a few revolutions, then stopped, whirring in what Mary imagined to be the drill’s version of frustration. It was trying to pull at the cover, and the cover was stretching pretty far around the drill bit, turning milky white where the pressure had it close to tearing, but the drill wasn’t quite strong enough to rip through.

“Come on…” Mary murmured, trying to press the trigger harder, but to no avail. After a couple more seconds, a red light blinked on the drill and it stopped whirring. 

“Dammit!” Mary sat back and set the drill down, feeling frustrated. That frustration quickly evaporated, though, as she realized her failure wasn’t such a disappointment. It had looked to be close to breaking through, and that was just her home power drill on low power. This was going to turn out to be easy after all.

The red light indicated that her drill had been overheating, but that was no problem - She set it aside and waited a few moments for it to cool down. 

“Let’s take it all the way up, shall we?” She said, grinning as she cranked up the power. The red light turned off, and she planted the drill bit against the diaper cover for a second time, jamming the trigger all the way down. 

A second later, she was on her back, twitching slightly as the aftereffects of the electric shock wore off. Everything from her belly button to her knees had suddenly gone white hot with pain, then felt numb as the electric jolt went away. 

She groaned, then raised an eyebrow as she felt the puffy material of her diaper grow hot between her legs. Frowning, she put a hand to the front of the cover and realized that yes, it certainly was growing warm. 

“Am I peeing?” She asked, blushing when she remembered that there was a camera pointed right at her crotch. She could delete the footage, but it’s not like anyone except her would see the footage anyways - It was still the principle of the matter that embarrassed her.

That embarrassment gave way to concern when she tried to sit up and failed to do so. She couldn’t get the muscles in her thighs and abs to respond properly - They twitched, but that was all. 

“The fuck?” she said, fear making her voice crack as she thought, Did this thing paralyze me?

Her phone started ringing on the other side of the room. Using her arms, she pushed herself onto her tummy, then managed to get up onto her hands and knees. Shuffling forward, she was able to crawl across the room, which was a good sign - She hadn’t lost complete control of her muscles, they just weren’t responding with the strength they should have been. 

Reaching her phone, she saw the caller ID. Ethan.

“What the shit-eating fuck?” She swore as she swiped ‘answer’. 

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked. 

“No, I’m not fucking okay!” Mary shouted. She could almost hear Ethan wince away from the receiver as she did so, but she didn’t care. “What the god-damned hell did you do to-”

“It’s temporary!” Ethan yelped, cutting her off. “The shock knocks out some motor control, but you’ll get it back in an hour or so. Did you hurt yourself otherwise?” 

Mary took a couple heavy breaths, forcing herself to calm down, then said, “No. I’m fine, just freaked out. What’s the idea behind the taser?” 

“You know I can’t tell you anything directly, even if it’s obvious,” Ethan said. “But think about it for a second.”

Mary frowned, rolling onto a sitting position and wincing as she felt her diaper squish between her legs. “Well, it’s probably easier than making the cover actually indestructible,” she said, thinking out loud. 

“M-hmm,” Ethan said. 

“And if someone does try to get out, it’s probably not a bad idea to knock out their motor functions so they can’t run away at the same time,” Mary finished.

“Bingo,” Ethan confirmed. “What’d you try, incidentally?”

“A power dr- Wait a second,” Mary started. “How’d you know?” When Ethan didn’t respond, she said, “Right, can’t tell me anything. Does this thing give you a warning when I do stuff like that?” 

She could almost see the shrug on his end of the line. “What do you think? Look, I’ve got to get back to work. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Mary filed that information away as she started making new plans for escape. “I think I’m just fine.”

“Don’t hurt yourself!” Ethan said. “I love you. Want me to bring home takeout for dinner?” 

Mary smiled as she got back onto all fours, sticking her phone between her cheek and shoulder. Her diaper rustled loudly as she started crawling towards her toolbag. “Sure, that sounds great! I love you too. Bye?”

“Bye,” Ethan replied, hanging up on his end. 

Rolling back into a sitting position, disturbed at how quickly she’d gotten used to the ‘squish’ of her diaper, Mary started digging around for a couple alligator clips and her voltage tester.

“Okay then,” she said. “You’re gonna shock me, eh? Let’s see what this puppy can do.”

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10 hours ago, PeculiarChangeling said:

Chapter 3
“Bye,” Ethan replied, hanging up on his end. 

Rolling back into a sitting position, disturbed at how quickly she’d gotten used to the ‘squish’ of her diaper, Mary started digging around for a couple alligator clips and her voltage tester.

“Okay then,” she said. “You’re gonna shock me, eh? Let’s see what this puppy can do.”

So I'd say using something like this on a patient is twenty kinds of Illegal but then I remember the kinds of shit that actually goes on in nursing homes. Still kinda surprised the company is willing to risk liability.

This things a wrongful death suit waiting to happen, especially if the patients epileptic or has a heart condition.

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2 hours ago, YourFNF said:

So I'd say using something like this on a patient is twenty kinds of Illegal but then I remember the kinds of shit that actually goes on in nursing homes. Still kinda surprised the company is willing to risk liability.

This things a wrongful death suit waiting to happen, especially if the patients epileptic or has a heart condition.

You're absolutely right.

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18 hours ago, YourFNF said:

So I'd say using something like this on a patient is twenty kinds of Illegal but then I remember the kinds of shit that actually goes on in nursing homes. Still kinda surprised the company is willing to risk liability.

This things a wrongful death suit waiting to happen, especially if the patients epileptic or has a heart condition.

Boy, good thing that this is a story then and not real life. 

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This is fantastic. Ethan is kind of a devious person but I don’t see Mary giving up any time soon. As for getting out of the cover, I thing she is going to have to break into that box on her back and that could be shocking. I really wish I could give this a like but apparently I am already out for the day and it’s only 3:30AM going to be a long day. I am really looking forward to reading more of this. 

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Agreed, this is a fantastic story.  About the concern for elders trying to escape this and getting hurt, doubt they would have the resources our "tester" has at her disposal so not sure all this concern is merited?  Seems like the material is strong enough to avoid being cut and if it can't be pulled off, what other concerns would we have for elder people in assisted care setting the target market it seems.

I am wondering about the pills being administered to our tester for "accidents"  Are these only for wetting or for all accidents?  

I am also interested in our testers feelings about what it is like to be sitting for up to 8 hrs in a wet and eventually dirty diaper, as she certainly will have some very new impressions soon!

Very good story line, keep it going and update often!!

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This discussion of liability is interesting.  Could such a product be marketed in the US without FDA approval?  With or without FDA approval, if a nursing home resident died of cardiac arrest while wearing one of these diapers, I would expect a wrongful death suit to follow automatically (think product recall).  And would a current draw strong enough to floor our tester also be strong enough to electrocute her if she starts playing around with it in the bathtub?  Logic suggests that at some point she is going to attack it with acids-- and exposing live current to liquids in any form can definitely be hazardous to one's  health! 

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This is a really really good start and well written.  I am looking forward to seeing how this plays out.  Keep the pace up, I enjoy not skipping ahead too quickly, it really builds up the suspense.

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A relatively short chapter, I thought about doubling this one and making it a super long one but I don't know if I'll have the chance to write the other half any time soon so I wanted to at least get this part posted.

Enjoy!

 

Chapter 4

Mary clenched her teeth, made a fist, and jammed down the trigger on her power drill for the fourth time in twenty minutes. The electric shock that she experienced was no less painful for being expected, though it did seem a fraction less powerful than it had been.

After allowing herself a couple minutes to catch her breath, she sat up and looked at the voltage tester which she’d clipped to the waistband of the cover. Just a hair over forty seven thousand volts. 

She frowned at the result. On the one hand, the voltage of every shock was definitely going down - It’d been at forty nine thousand the first time she tested it, and presumably fifty when she shocked herself the first time. All she had to do to get out was drain the battery, then she’d be able to go at the cover with power tools as much as she wanted.

There were a few problems she could think of that put a damper on that idea.

The first problem: Most of her body was numb and her fingers were twitching, and going through another fifty or sixty shocks to drain the battery so she could work on the cover properly sounded like hell. 

The second problem: A couple realities of her circumstances were starting to make themselves abundantly clear. She could feel a pressure building inside her bowels, and was rather concerned that she wouldn’t be able to hold it for much longer. 

Mary had known that using her diapers for *that* was going to be inevitable, but had hoped it would take a bit longer than two hours after getting locked into diapers. The pills hadn’t yet robbed her of her potty training, and normally it would be no particular problem to hold it until just before her change in the evening. 

Unfortunately, after enduring the series of electric shocks that had left her unable to stand and caused her to wet her diaper twenty minutes earlier, she lacked the control she was used to and didn’t have much strength to hold it. 

There was hope that she could struggle through it for a little while, and the aftereffects of the shock would wear off, giving her the control needed to wait, but at the moment it seemed like a distant hope. She was concentrating on keeping her bowels under control, but even so it seemed like a coin toss whether she’d make it or not. 

The third problem: She could hear someone coming up their front steps.

“Ethan?” She called. He was the only other person with keys to their house, and she could hear the jangling of keys as they got to the outer door, so it had to be him. Still, on the off chance that he’d lent his keys to someone else, or her neighbor had a copy she didn’t know about, Mary wanted to get something over her diaper before they came inside. She was just sitting in the living room with no real cover, and explaining the situation to someone who wasn’t already aware of her contract would be rather difficult. Baggy pants would be ideal, a blanket or towel to put over her waist would be better than nothing.

She rolled onto all fours and looked around quickly for something to wear, crawling in a half circle as she searched the room, but there was nothing in view. Couch cushions were no good, neither were throw pillows, and…

“Mary?” Ethan asked from the doorway.

Mary’s face flushed bright scarlet as she looked over her shoulder and realized that Ethan had made it inside while she was distracted. He was right behind her, and was being given a great view of her diaper. She had no reason to be embarrassed, but apparently her cheeks didn’t know that based on her continued blush.

“I…” Mary started, blushing and quickly rolling into a sitting position. The building need to use the potty was not remotely abating, but she was able to hold it back for a little longer as she looked at her fiance in the doorway. 

Ethan took in the sight, keys still held out as he blinked a couple times. His face was blank, but Mary knew him well enough to know that it was the blank expression he put on when he didn’t want to show anything, not the blank expression he wore when he really wasn’t feeling anything. 

“Uh, I left once you shocked yourself again,” Ethan explained, as though that were all he needed to say. “I know I said that the effects would wear off and were harmless, but I was talking about one shock.”

Mary’s face changed from bright red to blanched white as a sudden panic gripped her. “Wait, are you saying-”

“No!” Ethan quickly reassured her. “Eh, that is, it still isn’t any permanent damage, but it might be more than an hour to wear off now.”

Sighing, Mary laid back against the floor and groaned. “What are we talking? A couple hours? The rest of the day?”

Ethan finally closed the front door and sat down on the couch. “Eh… Something between those two. Four or five hours, maybe. I need to swap out your battery before I go back to work. Want me to set up the changing mat here?” 

Mary frowned. “Woah, not even going to ask me how I’m feeling before you get to business?” 

“S-sorry,” Ethan said. “I just- Sorry. Are you okay?”

“You could have warned me about the taser,” Mary said. “It fucking hurts.”

Ethan started to chew his lip and blush apologetically, then his brow furrowed and he said, “You shocked yourself a couple times after you already knew. You want me to apologize for that?”

“No,” Mary said, not caring that she’d been called out. She was feeling pissy, and not just because of the soggy diaper that was held securely against her butt. “But… Never mind. Just set up the changing table and get it over with.”

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