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The Rideshare - Part 7 (DDLB)
🕑 Added 2023-05-03 21:00:03 +0000 UTC
John sat up and shook his head.
What had just happened had been bewildering, to say the least.
The diaper change had been intense. But John asked himself, was it a diaper change if he hadn’t been technically wearing one?
Never mind that. John didn’t need to wear diapers. He didn’t need the thick briefs around his waist. In fact, as John pulled himself out of bed and shakily stood to his feet, he was determined to take this diaper off too.
But something stopped him.
There was a slight twinge in his abdomen. No, not a twitch; it was more of… the lack of a sensation. It was like deep inside of him, something was missing, like a hole. John stepped forward, the grips on his socks causing him to stumble slightly.
Crinkle.
The diapers let its presence be known.
John walked over to the bathroom, eased open the door, and looked down at the diaper to give it a good look.
Looking down, the diaper was bright white, almost a pure color. The plastic was stretched tight against his groin area. On each side of the diaper, four transparent tapes ended in a blue end cap that held the diaper together. John turned around, looked at his backside, and noticed the diaper hugged his butt quite snuggly.
The garment wasn’t comfortable. It was bulky and form-fitting. But John had to admit that it wasn’t uncomfortable either. John looked up in the mirror and had to slightly laugh at himself. He looked ridiculous, just as he had looked in the previous days. It was time to get this over with and leave the hospital.
Only John noticed something that made him pause.
The front of the diaper was no longer bright white. There was a tint of yellow.
Wait a second... what the?
John grabbed the front of his diaper and squeezed slightly. The diaper felt wet against his crotch. Not significantly damp or anything, just slightly moist. As if he had forgotten to urinate completely when he went to the bathroom, an uncommon occurrence, but it happens.
John shook his head, untwisting the knots from his stomach as he recalled what Ashley had said. She had threatened to humiliate him, but there was no way they actually did what she said she would do.
“John, when I am through with you, you’ll never be the same.”
John shook his head, reached down to the tapes, and ripped off the diaper. Before tossing it into the bin outside the bathroom door, John quickly inspected the diaper. Yes, he had indeed wet it slightly. A quick Google search a few moments later would reveal that it sometimes happened in hospitals. The doctors spent a lot of time keeping patients hydrated, and he needed some time to adjust.
See, his mind said with a smugness, you have nothing to be afraid of.
John smiled to himself and climbed back into bed. His next stop would be to take a quick nap and then plan how to get himself out of the hospital. John would need to find some actual clothing so he didn’t look like a mental patient walking down the street, and then he’d go straight home and resume his life, burying his secret for good.
***
John’s eyes flew open, and he instantly knew something was wrong. He was cold and shivering. No, not just cold and shivering. As he turned over to adjust to the hospital surroundings again, he realized quite simply he was also wet.
Rationalizing this was the only thing John could do to make sure he kept his wits about him. He must have spilled his water cup or something in his sleep. Only the water jug the hospital issued was sitting on a side table, two feet away from his bed.
In an effort to keep his head in the sand, John sniffed the bed. The water didn’t smell like urine, but it obviously was in a circular pattern around his midsection, and his crotch was wet, along with his legs and upper stomach.
“This can’t be happening,” John mumbled to himself. He slowly realized that he might have had a slight accident. But just a small one. Because if it was a minor accident, he could still blame it on the hydration formula the hospital was feeding him. But even though John had not had an IV in his arm for hours, his brain was in denial.
But that facade would be shattered soon enough.
The door swung open and in walked Patrick. For the first time, John noticed that Patrick’s biceps forced his scrubs to do a lot of work.
He was tapping his tablet and grinning at James with his bright white teeth. John noticed, he was freshly shaved.
“So, how is my favorite patient today?” Patrick asked, walking over to the bed and patting a bewildered John on the shoulder. “But most of all, how are your diapers?”
Patrick seemed to relish in the way he said “diaper” almost as if he was determined to get John to enjoy the word too.
“I am fine,” John said, drawing the covers over his shoulders, determined not to let this hunk of a man know what had happened to him. Yes, happened to him as if he were a victim of circumstance and not some simple, common bedwetter. John swallowed and insisted to Patrick that he was ready to go back to sleep and that he could return later.
But his Recovery Specialist had other plans. “Come on now, John, show me your diaper. You’ll have to learn how to change them if you’re going to be successful these next six months.”
Six months?
“Yes, John, six months. Didn’t someone explain to you what your surgery was all about?”
John winced. He had spoken out loud.
“I can walk you through the program in just a moment,” Patrick said while trying to pull back the covers. “Let’s check your diaper.”
John sighed and reluctantly let go of the bedsheet, his full nakedness on display. He couldn’t help but feel his penis getting hard at the idea of this man looking at him. But the look on his face was pure disappointment. The way Patrick’s lips thinned slightly, and he looked him over. John tried to cover himself up in vain.
“It seems someone is in denial about their situation.” Patrick sighed and pressed the blue button on the wall. “But no worries, this is completely normal. Plenty of people are in denial about the operation. Several people think this first operation is the cure, but remember, six months. Six months from now, we will start on the cure. And it’s a wonderful moment if you can get there. You’ve got to put in the work. Oh… looks like everyone else is here.”
John looked up and shivered as another two men entered the room. Wearing hospital uniforms, both of them carried a bundle of things.
“Blue protocol?” one of the men asked from behind his surgical mask.
“Yes, it seems he’s having a hard time adjusting,” Patrick said, gesturing to the bed where John was still attempting to cover up his now-wilted member. While just thirty days ago, the thought of this baseball star having three good looking men come into the hospital room would have been erection inducing. But right now, his urine-soaked sheets seemed to drive how infantile the situation was.
The first nurse helped him out of bed, telling him he didn’t need to worry, that accidents happen all of the time and should be expected for someone in the program. “The sooner you learn to trust your diapers, the better off you’ll be,” he insisted calmly while leading John over to the corner of the room.
While John was busy trying to cover himself up, the nurse attached a collar to his neck. The light, hospital pink collar clipped shut with a snap and felt snug against his neck.
“Wait a second…” John was confused, “What is this for?”
“Don’t worry,” the other nurse said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling a soft, thick mitten over it while Patrick did the same with the other hand. “This is going to teach you why you need your diapers. It’s all part of the program.”
As they spoke, the first nurse had John stand in the corner of the room where there was an emergency shower head hanging overhead and locked the edge of the collar to the wall, where John could not move.
John started to breathe heavily at this point.
“At this point, we know you took your diaper off twice now, which means you haven’t accepted what you did to yourself.” While Patrick spoke, one nurse pulled the slightly soaked diaper from the trash can. Without saying a word, he handed it to John and told him to hold it.
In his mittened state, the task was almost impossible. John was forced to clutch the diaper against his chest in the most unceremonious way to keep from dropping it. The plastic outer shell felt strange against his skin, scratchy and plasticky. What made it worse was that because it was against his chest, he could also smell the urine wafting up.
“This is an effective treatment to ensure that you learn that you are actually fully dependent on them at this point, whether you like it or not.” One of the nurses then placed a blindfold over John and the world went dark.
“You will stand there for three hours, holding your diaper and bladder.” John heard the sound of a chair scraping on the floor and what sounded like Patrick sitting down. “If you still have any semblance of training, then you’ll be fine. If you don’t…” John heard the door open as one of the nurses must have left. “Well, you’ll find out soon enough.”
“Hold on a second,” John started to panic. “I have to stand here naked for the next three hours?”
“It’s perfectly appropriate,” one of the nurses said in his deep, growling voice. “Trust us, we are professionals. This is going to teach you what you need to know about your new situation in life.”
So John did the only thing he could do. He just stood there, the collar around his neck forcing him to stand up straight with his back against the wall. John found that if he flexed his knees, the collar would tug at his neck, putting undue strain on his neck, causing him to be highly uncomfortable.
However, if John stood up straight and properly, he felt the strain on his feet and knees was becoming unbearable. For the first twenty minutes of standing around, John oscillated back and forth, doing his best to stay loose and not pass out.
What John noticed was that the door opened and closed several times. The nurses in the room were speaking among themselves in hushed tones. John could hardly make out what they were saying. One nurse told Patirick that this process always worked, while another was chatting about another patient he had who had not even graduated from the program.
John shuddered slightly, wondering what that could be like, condemned to wear diapers for the rest of his life. He cursed to himself as he thought about the fucking car accident and that rich brat Ashley who was clearly out for revenge. John had already decided what had happened over the last few days was penance enough for his deeds. He had paid his debt to society, or at least Ashley.
Suddenly, John felt water running down his leg and onto his feet. It felt as if it were raining because the water was warm. But the flow kept coming until things slowed to a trickle.
“WHAT IS THAT?” John demanded, trying his best to get the blindfold off of him to see what happened. What was going on here? Was someone spilling water on his feet in the hospital? What if it was the remnants of some meal or…
“Wait a second,” John spoke out loud with realization. But Patrick, ever at the ready, beat him to it.
“Yep, you’re wetting yourself.”
The knot in John’s stomach tightened with fear. There was no way this was happening. How was it that he didn’t feel what was going on? How was it he didn’t feel the relief that came with using the restroom? Indeed someone was playing a trick on him.
Patrick pulled the blindfold off John and let him know he still had a few more hours in the position.
“A few more hours?”
“Yes, this process takes a while, John.”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you going to wear your diapers?”
“I don’t need them,” John said stubbornly.
“Then this process needs to continue,” Patrick said simply, sitting back in the chair and chatting with the other nurses. “And it will continue until you have my right answer.”
John scowled from his locked position in the corner. He was never going to admit he needed diapers. There was no way in hell.
But standing with his neck chained to the wall felt different this time. Before, where John could only imagine what was happening, now his surroundings were a perfect reality. He could see as Patrick and the others spent their time looking at the clipboards and back at him and his predicament. What was startling was that during this time, as he stood naked with just the mittens on his hands, clutching the now cold wet diaper for comfort, he felt the humiliation well up inside him.
Each time Patrick casually glanced his way, he felt his blood run cold, and ice pierce his heart. Each time the door swung open, he glanced at the men and women who entered the room and felt embarrassed. He was naked in front of these fully clothed men, these professional men who acted as if he were a wall ornament.
Suddenly, John felt liquid hitting his feet, and he looked down in horror. His penis was expelling more liquid. More precisely, he was peeing on the floor without realizing it. What was most bizarre was that he didn’t feel as he usually did when he went to the restroom. There was no relief shiver, no sensation, no nothing.
It was as if his body was moving, and he was along for the ride.
And for the first time in a long time, John was actually scared.
And rather he liked it or not, he knew Patrick was right. He needed his diapers.
Ashley had won.
***
