In This Together - Chapter 6 (Hazel) (Patreon)

As we stepped into the pharmacy, I knew Bo wasn’t ready for what I was about to tell him. I knew he knew I knew that my accidents were the cause of his premature problem, and I knew that his suggesting the diapers was his way of potentially doing away with both of our problems. In a way, I knew he was right in this. As long as he’s not equally as turned on by diapers, which is still to be seen given his response to the mere mention of them earlier, we should see a stoppage of his accidents as well as a reduced amount of laundry I’d have to do as a result of mine.

I felt conflicted. I felt this spark in me, this energy I felt sexually; I’d never felt anything like it. It wasn’t like I had a low libido before, but now…I wanted to make him cum as much as possible. I wanted to control his orgasms in a way I didn’t think was possible. Our sex life was fine, but he came on his time, and I sometimes came during that time. He was in control. It was about his orgasm. Now, while it is still about his orgasm, I have the power. I decide. I can make him cum instantly, then force him to give me my pleasure as his ‘punishment.’

I was getting wet just thinking about it.

But, there was just one thing. It wasn’t necessarily me that was making him quicker. It’s not my tits, my ass, or my face causing him to lose control; it’s the accidents. I have to piss myself to gain this power. It sucks, and it certainly wasn’t sustainable. I needed to get a handle on my incontinence so I could return to my everyday life…but I absolutely loved the effect I had on him and, selfishly, didn’t want it to go away.

Part of me thinks he has the same feeling, especially now that he’s suggested diapers. He must love watching me piss myself. It gets him so worked up that it’s not even funny. But then he can’t control when he cums and has his own accidents. We both are playing with a double-edged sword.

“Okay, this is what they have,” Bo said, gesturing to the selection of women’s incontinence wear. I browsed the selection and cringed. As much as the models tried to make the garments look appealing, none of it was all that flattering. Eventually, I landed on a pull-up style one that looked good enough, and I couldn’t help but blush as I picked it off the shelf and put it in my arms.

“Well, that was easy!’ Bo said, then started to head to the cash desks.

“Wait,” I said firmly but with some hesitancy. My heart was racing. Was I really going to go through with this?

“What’s up? Are you worried about checking out? Because honestly, babe, no one’s going to care-”

“It’s not that,” I cut off Bo. “It’s something else.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I briefly imagined it. What I wanted and how he would look. So pathetic. I fucking loved it. Then, with my dominant side renewed, I opened my eyes.

“I think you should wear them too.”

“What?” Bo blushed and looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Are you crazy? I’m not the one having accidents.”

“Really? Aren’t you?” I asked, stepping up to him and staring him down. He went bright red and averted his eyes.

“Well, those…those are different. And they won’t happen again!” He stumbled over his words, and it just turned me on more to see him so confronted.

“I don’t know if those are different. We still have to do laundry after, don’t we? I still have to clean your stained underwear and pants?, don’t I?” I asked him, looking for his eyes which he was too embarrassed to show me.

“Be quiet!” He whispered as someone walked by us in the aisle. “It’s embarrassing….”

“Hmm, so you are having embarrassing accidents that result in us having to clean your pants, so people don’t see the mess you’ve made in them. Correct?” I asked.

“Well, when you put it like that, it does sound….”

“Great! You can wear….” I looked around the incontinence products until I found the male version of the ones I was picking out. “These!”

I pulled the diapers off the shelf and tried to hand them to him, but Bo was too stunned to take the package.

“It’s fine,” I said as I stacked the package with my own. “I’ll pay this time.”

I walked past him to the cash desk and heard him scurry behind me to catch up. The store was relatively empty, so we had our choice of open lane or self-checkout. Now too confident for my own good, I waltzed straight up to the cashier. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bo try to walk over to the self-checkout where he thought we would go, only to go wide-eyed in panic when he saw me walk over to the cashier.

“Is this everything today?” The cashier, a pretty girl about the same age as Bo and I, asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Do you have a loyalty card?”

“No.”

“Hey, do I know you?” The cashier asked. When I looked up from digging my card out of my wallet, I realized she wasn't talking to me; she was talking to Bo.

“Uh, maybe?” Bo laughed awkwardly. Shit, suddenly, my dominant side faded, and I started to feel bad for putting him in this awkward position.

“Yeah, you were in some of my Comp Sci classes, right? We did that project in Professor Rue’s class together!” The cashier continued.

“Oh yeah! I remember,” Bo responded, clearly doing his best to ignore the whole ‘caught buying diapers’ of this reunion.

“I wanna say…Robert?”

“That’s right, you’re Stacey, right?”

“Yeah!”

Now I was just annoyed with how interested she was in him. I cleared my throat, and Stacey clued in that she needed to push the transaction to the terminal so I could pay for our incontinence wear. She pushed a few buttons, and when the total finally came up, I paid and put my card away.

Stacey bagged up our diapers and handed the bag to Bo.

“Well it was good to see you; we should catch up! Message me on Instagram!” Stacey said.

“Sure. Bye!” Bo grabbed the back, and we hustled out of there. As we walked hastily to the car, Bo asked, “You just had to go to the cashier, didn’t you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry; I thought you said no one would care?” I responded, matching his tone.

“Well, still…”

Bo and I got in the car, and before we could get going, I started undoing my pants.

“What’re you doing?” Bo asked.

“I’m putting my diaper on. You are too!” I told him.

“Now? We’re in the parking lot!”

“Just be quick. We have a doctor's appointment to get to.”

Bo hesitated, and though I knew he wasn’t enjoying the fact I forced him to wear diapers with me, I could tell by the way he was watching me put on mine that he was getting aroused again. Finally, when I was padded and pulled my pants back up, Bo rolled his eyes and undid his pants.