Clinical Trials (Commission)

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Oliver took his pills, pulled up his ‘nighttime briefs’, and got into bed. 

“So, do you think these will work?” he glanced at his girlfriend. 

“They said it was experimental,” Stephanie hedged, “But we’ll see. If they stop you from wetting the bed, it’d certainly mean less laundry.” 

“Steph,” he said, blushing. “We talked about the ‘w’ word?” 

She rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry. Your nighttime accidents. Either way, I still think those… ‘briefs’ are a waste of money. They leak more than half the time, and-” 

“Do we have to talk about this?” Oliver whined. “The pills are going to take care of everything. No more bedwetting. That’s what they said.” 

…

He woke up to a dry bed. “Yeah!” 

Stephanie nearly hit the ceiling she jumped so hard. “Huh? What’s going on?” 

“I… Sorry,” Oliver blushed. “Just got excited. The pills worked!” 

“Great.” Stephanie yawned, sitting up. “Well… I guess I’m awake. I’m going to go put on some coffee.” 

Oliver nodded, watching her go. 

He wasn’t really tired, either. In fact, he had a lot of energy, though it was directed in a different way. 

Slipping the padded brief down to his ankles, Oliver reached for the tissues by his bed. 

It didn’t take him long. Building up, stroking his shaft, working towards-

“Aaah!” he gasped, back arching. It had been surprisingly easy, and more than a little sudden, and he felt himself spurt, squirting onto the bed with unexpected force. 

Sitting up, he looked down at the damage. The tissues were completely insufficient. The puddle that had formed on his sheets was comparable to when he’d had a nighttime accident without his protection. 

“I… uh…” That’s… not great. 

Awkwardly getting out of bed, he stripped off the sheets, getting them into a bundle. Not wanting to walk around naked, he also put on a pair of shorts, before carrying the whole lot downstairs to the laundry room.

It was fine. A weird fluke, that was all. Nothing a load of laundry wouldn’t fix. Tossing the sheets into the wash, he added soap, turned them on, and then turned to walk- 

“A-ahhh!” he gasped, as a sudden touch of sensation turned into an explosive orgasm, ejecting into his shorts and soaking the fabric through. He trembled as the pleasure passed. 

Looking down at himself, he thought it appeared less like he’d just had a sudden orgasm and more like he’d just soaked his pants. He felt dehydrated, and concerned, and-

“Having a little trouble?” Stephanie asked, leaning in the doorway, holding a mug of fresh coffee. “You know the medication said you weren’t supposed to masturbate while taking it, right?” 

He spun, face red as he faced her. “Huh?” 

“Wait.” She lowered her drink. “You didn’t read the paperwork? Babe, it’s an experimental trial. They warned you not to- Oh, wow, you really did a number on your shorts, didn’t you?”

“I… I don’t even know what caused it,” Oliver admitted, looking down. “It just happened.”  

“Well…” Stephanie pulled out her phone, tabbing to an email so she could show him. “It does say here, ‘Masturbation may result in premature ejaculation and high volume of release - duration of symptoms currently unknown’. Looks like you brought this on yourself, Oli.” 

“But… Wait, I can’t-” 

She rolled her eyes, pocketed her phone, and started walking away. “Take off your soggy shorts, and then go get something to drink. I’ll be right back.”  

“Where are you going?” he called after her, feeling more than a little helpless as he stood there in soaked shorts. 

“The store,” Stephanie explained. “Your ‘nighttime briefs’ aren’t going to be near enough to deal with these sorts of accidents. I’m getting you some real diapers.” 

Oliver could only gape after her as she sauntered away.

Taking her keys off the counter and shouldering her purse, Stephanie smirked to herself. The pharmacy two blocks away had some diapers, but she knew that the best place to go was a little further across town. She wasn’t going to get Oliver anything cheap or discreet, he was going to get the most heavy-duty diapers that she could locate in town. 

She felt smart for having thought ahead, looking up which stores carried what brands ahead of time. It was a good call, signing him up for that experimental medication. Now I’ll get to keep him in diapers all the time.