Diaper confinement

[deewet]

A late Halloween treat, but not too much candy at a time, as that is not good for us


15: Adapting to New Experiences

My office life was starting to pick up again after several months of this, to the point some of the client visits were starting to pay dividends for our company.  I had accepted my situation as the diaper salesman, and always came off as a great resource to describe how a particular product worked, its benefits as well as short comings.  The reusable diaper business was really taking off by this point, with many many locations switching away from disposables and into this line with all the benefits I could illustrate.   I also started to form relationships with some of the staff I called on, and in particular a middle age but very attractive head nurse at one of the nursing homes.  She and I seemed to have some real chemistry and after multiple visits over 3-4 months, she agreed to go out with me for a dinner date.  It was a great time and Angie and I agreed to do it again sometime soon.
But how was I getting along personally?  Well, I was almost half way through my sentenced time, and my bi weekly meetings with my case worker were getting predictable now.  I was well past the hair removal treatments, and glad of it even as the 45-60 minute sessions I had multiple times allowed me some time out of my diapers, but the lingering soreness was not worth it.  I did discover that the apparatus they used to keep this area dry over the procedure time, could be helpful when I get out of my protective gear period.  I consisted of a condom type device with a drain tube that went into a bag.  Other than that, I did start using the Nullo pills as did not want to take a chance of stinking up the place if I had another accident in public or at work.  The Rubber Pants were as advertised, very good at covering up odor, but also very hot and hard to get used to walking in.  I fell into a pronounced waddle after a time, and was able to deal with them accordingly.  The bigger challenge was the enforced 8 hr change cycles, as I was always feeling like I was really wet, and often times ended up messing myself as well.  All I was thankful for was that this protective cover in addition to the Nullo tablets daily, kept the odors in check.  Unfortunately, after 6 months of this, it seemed quite natural to be wet and messy!

16: Meeting Angie

The bright star in my life turned out to be Angie, the head nurse I mentioned meeting at one of the large nursing home businesses I visited.  We were getting on really great, going out on a regular basis and Angi coming over to my apartment more times we were together than not.  We were getting to be very close, with Angie always telling me that my diapers were of little concern to her, as she had had to deal with more of these over her working past and they no longer bother her.  In fact, on multiple occasions she has changed me, which is always difficult to get done in the allotted time with her loving touch.  As we were getting more intimate, the inevitable happened one evening and Angie convinced me that she could have sex with me as long as I was laying on a diaper, she didn’t mind the outcome of me getting her wetter than normal due to my constant leaking.  As predicted, this turned out to be a mind blowing wild sexual encounter as I had been without for more than 6 months and Angie was like a wild woman riding her guy.  Unfortunately, we lost tract of time, and went way over even the long time we planned to use, and I knew I would be in for another punishment at my next care coordinator meeting.  Angie and I agreed that what ever they did to me, this was still worth it and so the next time I met Dr Mayberry, I kept this in mind but was still worried.

[sissy servant 737-820-633]

THOSE DARN PUNISHMENTS,, SOUNDS LIKE MY LIFE,, ONE PUNISHMENT INTO THE NEXT.. TOO MANY DETAILS TO LIST,, BUT STORY RELATABLE,, THANKS FOR THE UPDATES

[dolly bo peep]

deewet,

I'm catching up on your delightful story and I really enjoy every chapter.

My overnight disposable diaper got wetter as I read your last chapter.

I wonder what further punishment awaits our protagonist - the thicker night time diapers all the time, or less bowel control?

When the sentence is done, will his diaper days be over, or will he be having messy diaper sex with Angie happily forever after?

I will be sure to be wearing a diaper when I eagerly read your future chapters.

[deewet]

Getting close to the ending, hope you are enjoying this


17: More Severe Changes

That meeting was just 3 days later, and when I walked into the Dr’s office, I knew I was in for a stern lecture.  As it started, I was told that I had been doing so well, and now I was a disappointment to my coordinator, but she could do little to prevent what was now going to happen to me as a result of my behavior.  She only asked if it was worth it and I said that I couldn’t stop myself from this sex as it had been so long since I had any.   Well, she said, keep that in mind as you get to see Dr Whitmore again and I was taken into his exam room after that by another nurse, I was soon joined by Dr Whitmore and he said he was expecting to see me again, but I had gone longer that some of his patients but in any case, the outcome will be the same.  He said that this next treatment, will render you unable to control your stool, no different than the procedure we did to render you unable to control your urine.  He said that he will use something different in this case, a drug called Botox to deaden the nerves near my anus, so that they will not control my movements any longer, and they will happen on their own without notice.  I was than undressed by the nurse, had this condom device installed onto me again and placed on the exam table with my legs up in supports.  Dr W approached me with his hypo, and said this first poke is to remove the pain from the next set of injections.  After a short time, he came back to me with a series of hypos, some with longer needles than others and he began to administer injections which thang goodness I could no longer feel.   He was telling me that some of this medication was going into the muscle around my anus, and some of it going further into my tissue, getting at the sphincter inside my anus.  He added that shortly, I will be pooping my pants just like a toddler without any care other than the resulting understanding that I had to wear my mess until I could get changed, but added that the changing schedule will not be altered, meaning that I could be sitting in my waste for up to 8 hrs.   In addition, he added that since I was late getting to this point, the effects of it may not wear off by the time my sentence is up as it usually takes at least 6 months to start to come back to normal and then another 3-4 to gain most control back, but he has heard of some cases where control is never gained back, but assured me those were rare side effects!

18: What to do Now
When I left my appointment, I was more troubled than I had been in a long time.  I was not so much worried about the messy pants, as I had gotten used to these over those last few months, but more so about them occurring with no control on my part and even hanging on well past my sentenced time.  When I got home, I called Angie and told her about what had happened and she assured me that we could get through this without any problems, as this was not the end of the world.  I was happy I got to know her, as without her help, this last 4 months would be very life changing to me.

[deewet]

19: A Turning Point

So about the rest of my story, as you can already guess, Angie and I became engaged to get married.  It was to be a very low-key event and happen about the time my forced diapering was to end, but I was not sure of exactly the date I would be set free, and we set our date for a weekend near that time.  For my part, my life continued about that same following my total incontinence as I had gained confidence in the integrity of my rubber pants, and the impact of the Nullo tablets.  Unfortunately, this combination was only so good, and after about 5-6 hours of carrying a full load around, I could notice the odor.  This problem only presented itself if I loaded my diaper early in the morning after my night change, as I needed to change this early afternoon wherever I was.  Thank goodness for considerate office staff working around me as they always had air fresheners around and often would offer me some of theirs to use if I was getting especially ripe.   All were glad as my change time approached, and the rest of the day was always better.
Another great thing happened after I told Dr Mayberry about my upcoming marriage to Angie a couple months prior to the end of my time in this program, as she mentioned that she could probably get a special tag made for Angie as she was a care nurse, and was qualified to deal with skin rash issues, and as a result could “extend” my change times for what ever reason.  This was fantastic, and I promised Dr Mayberry she would be invited to our wedding as a result.  As a result, Angie and I were able to refine our love making routines well before our wedding night, so we were well prepared for the husband/wife life awaiting us.

20: Life after Confinement
My service time passed without any further glitches, and we became happily married.  Unfortunately, even with the stent out, I still needed to wear diapers as the messing had yet to let up, and I was having a hard time controlling my wetting, which Angie also predicted as this stent had a long-lasting impact on my prostrate and the muscles around my urethra.  In any case, this was no longer such a “punishment” to me, and I continued to use the cloth diapers as they were the norm for me, the difference being now that I could change them whenever I or Angie wanted and that often led to extra activity that being husband and wife allowed for.
Over time I did start to get feeling back in my rear opening, and started to have less and less messy accidents in my diapers as I was able to get back on the toilet in time move and more, but the wetting continued so did my use of diapers.  Angie didn’t mind, and I had to agree, even I liked the feel of my diapers as without, I did not feel the least bit secure, kind of like going out commando.
So how does this tale end, well I can say I have a great respect now for rules, have a great career as a “Diaper Specialist” at my office, being promoted from just sales specialist to senior salesperson to VP of sales due to all the new activity I developed over time, and can say that my love life has never been better, far better than anything I could ever have imagined.  Angie and I are growing old together, even as I am still being cared for on regular basis, no different from a toddler, and loving every minute of it!

PS: Hope you enjoyed reading this.  Maybe more of this in the future?
DeeWet 2021

[sissy servant 737-820-633]

i liked this read a lot.. always moving action, be it in the sentence part or acts themselves.. thank you..