In This Together - Chapter 16 (Hazel)

As soon as I entered the doctor’s office, I wanted to apologize to Bo. I didn’t need to be that rude, but the big accident just before this follow-up meeting put me in a bad mental space. However, it was cute seeing his little erection as I left, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would struggle with that on the way home. His training had been going well, almost too well; he was now cumming with one finger in just over a minute. On the other hand, I haven’t improved at all in the last few weeks. I’ve done everything I was told to do and even found some other ‘remedies’ online that proved to be just as useless as the real ones my doctor recommended.

I was having more substantial accidents multiple times a day and was wetting the bed every night. I sneakily got thicker and thicker diapers as needed, but even now, the most absorbent pull-ups were leaking. I knew the next step up was the thick, tape-on diapers, but that was my last resort. Thankfully, I’d been able to hide this from Bo until today’s accident. There were two sides to me wanting to hide it; one, I didn’t want him to get turned on and cum in his pants while we were training him to cum for my body, and two, I was ashamed.

As much as Bo’s arousal at the sight of an accident helped me feel not so embarrassed, I couldn’t shake the humility of not being in control. It was such a simple thing, being able to hold your pee and go to the toilet at will, and everything feels worse when it’s taken away.

“Hi, I have an appointment. My name’s Hazel,” I said as I approached the receptionist. She checked her computer and sat me down to wait, and I looked around the waiting room in search of onlookers. I’d become acutely aware of how bulky my diapers were getting and how tight even my loosest-fitting pants seemed around them. Thankfully, Bo’s pants were oversized and thus easier to hide the diaper between my legs. However, his padding hadn’t gotten more absorbent over the last few weeks; mine had.

“Hazel? The Doctor will see you now.”

I rose and followed the receptionist to the room, my heart pounding from sudden nerves. I felt like a disappointment and incredibly childish. What was I even going to say? “Sorry, my potty training didn’t go well; in fact, it’s much worse?” I dreaded the thought as I sat in the examination room, awaiting the doctor.

Before I could be given too much time in my thoughts, the doctor entered the room and closed the door behind her.

“Hi Hazel, how are things?” She asked as she got her computer set up.

“Things are good, thank you. How about you?” I replied, already blushing in preparation for my future embarrassment.

The doctor chuckled. “I’m good. I meant, how are things with your bladder?”

“Oh,”  I replied, the lump in my throat growing. “Uh, well…”

“Any improvement in control?” She asked.

“Not, uh, not exactly….” I avoided eye contact.

“How often have you been doing the exercises I sent you?”

“Every single day. Sometimes multiple times a day, and nothing just seems to work….”

“Hm. As bad as this may seem, it actually helps my examination. We can rule out your pelvic floor as a possible issue.”

“So what is the issue then?” I asked, not feeling desperate for answers. “I did everything, and it’s only gotten worse….”

“Can you describe how it’s gotten worse?” She asked, typing away.

“Well, it used to be a sneeze or a jump, and I would leak a little. Now I’m having full-blown accidents with no warning and wetting the bed every night!”

“Hmm. And you’re still wearing protection?”

I blushed a brighter shade of red and hung my head. “Yes, but even that’s failing….”

“Well, unfortunately, we might be passed pull-ups. Have you considered the tape-on diapers yet?”

“Considered, but was hopeful that I didn’t need them.”

“I think we’ve reached that stage. I know it’s embarrassing, but many women and men go through what you’re going through. I’m going to refer you to a spinal specialist and prescribe you an MRI and an X-ray. Hopefully, we can see how that injury you sustained all those years ago healed and from there, we can review our options.”

“How long will that take?”

“The X-ray you can walk into a clinic at any time. However, the MRI might take several weeks if not a few months.”

“A few months?” I exclaimed.

“They’re very backed up at the moment, but once we get those results, we can book you in with that specialist. They will then give their recommendation, whether that be surgery or otherwise.”

I couldn’t speak. I had a million questions, but none poured out of my lips. A few months of this? And then what, another few months for surgery, probably? Before I knew it, I would probably be in diapers all year.

“I’ll set this all up for you. The MRI people will call you when they’ve booked your spot. Unfortunately, you won’t have a choice in the appointment time either. But that should set you on the right track. Do you have any questions? Any other concerns?”

I shook my head, still taking everything in.

“Well, I’ll be in touch then,” the doctor stood up and headed for the door. “Oh, by the way, how are your partner’s issues?”

I raised an eyebrow and looked at her. “Issues?”

“Last time you told me he was experiencing delayed ejaculation, I believe? Has that improved?”

My eyes widened as I realized. “Right! Yes, we’ve been working on it, and he’s much faster now.”

“Good to hear! Hopefully not too quick though, am I right?” She said jokingly.

“Aha, yeah…hopefully….”

As I exited the doctor’s office and walked toward where Bo had parked the car, I couldn’t help but feel defeated. I was chronically impatient, and now I was having to wait potentially months to get over this stupid incontinence thing. I opened the car door and saw Bo had changed into a new pair of pants.

“Hey, sorry for being so rude earlier,” I said to him.

“No worries, baby. I know the doctors can be stressful,” Bo replied. “So? Good news?”

“Uh, kind of. I’m getting set up with a specialist. They’re going to schedule an MRI, and I have to get an x-ray,” I explained.

“That sounds serious. I thought you were getting better?” Bo asked.

“I am!” I blurted out. “I think it’s just…precaution?”

“Oh, okay then. Any new exercises?”

“No, but there is one thing..” I hesitated.

“What?” Bo asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“I need to get some bigger diapers.”