The Product Tester - Chapter 5

This is the last chapter which overlaps with the pre-reboot story. From here on in, it's original content all the way! 

Illustration by HofBondage

Mary stared into the glass lens of the camera, frowning. “Are you working? The light didn’t come on. Let me click the button again, see if that-” 

…

The camera beeped, its internal microphone picking up footsteps as Mary waddled back into view. She was working from home, and hadn’t applied even basic makeup to hide her freckles, but that was okay, since nobody was going to see the video except her. “Okay, you’re rolling, you’ve got plenty of memory, let’s do this.” 

Sitting down on the couch, she looked into the lens. “Recording this for posterity, and my own notes. It’s day one of my attempts to break out of the Lab-D diaper cover. I will be starting with some basic brute force attacks, and moving on from there. First off, I will be attempting manual removal without tools.” 

She felt a bit silly, filming herself with an obvious, puffy diaper right in the center of frame, but there wasn’t a better way to get a record of her experiments. Grabbing the waistband, she tugged at it, trying to get a finger underneath and pull it off her waist. 

In response to her resistance, the elastic material of the locked band seemed to tighten, digging into her skin and leaving no room for her to pull. 

“Okay, the cover appears to respond to physical stimuli. When I attempted to pull it free manually, it reacted by contracting around my waist. The next test will be simple cutting implements against the material of the cover.” 

It was just a pair of kitchen scissors, but ‘cutting implement’ sounded better on the recording. Bending over, she dug in her box of disorganized tools, fishing out the scissors and holding them up for the camera to see. 

“Alright, attempting the first cut… now.” She pinched some of the plasticy cover, creating a spot that she could get between the blades, and squeezed the handle. 

Again, she got no productive results. The cover was plasticy, but it didn’t respond like plastic. It flexed around the blades, stretching without showing any signs of being stressed, and when she tried to apply more pressure, the plastic handle of the scissors started to bend. Since the cover had yet to react at all to the cutting, she stopped. 

“Okay, the second test showed no better results. It seems to resist cutting force with surprising efficacy.” She dug around in her toolbox, looking at the options she had lined up. A knife, a razor blade, pliers, a hammer- 

The front of the diaper grew warm, and she frowned. “Huh? What’s- oh.” She glanced between the growing dark stain on the front of the diaper and the camera, suddenly wishing she’d gone with only an audio recording. 

“Screw this, I’m getting out of the cover now. I’m skipping the basics.” Reaching into the toolbox, she produced a cordless power drill with a pilot bit. 

She didn’t completely disregard safety. Drilling straight towards her crotch was a horrible idea, but she didn’t need to drill straight down. Instead, she produced a metal plate and two A-clamps from the box, creasing the plasticy material and pinning it onto the plate so that it had a hard back. 

With the safety in place so that she wouldn’t punch the bit into her own body, she raised the drill, pressed it against the waiting cover, and gently squeezed the trigge-

FUCK FUCK OW SHIT GODDAMN-

Mary didn’t know the exact sequence events, but when she turned on the drill, a signal was sent to her collar that told it to deliver a powerful shock. Electricity coursed into her body, intensely painful, and the shock made her hand jerk back, dropping the drill. 

As soon as the tool had stopped applying torque and cutting power to the cover, the shock stopped. Mary fell back, panting, fingers twitching in phantom sensation. 

She caught her breath for thirty seconds or so, then leaned forward, ready to take another crack at things. 

“Okay, so the cover seems to have some kind of in-built countermeasure to prevent overwhelming force. For the record, it fucking hurts, and… eugh, what-” she wrinkled her nose, sniffing the air. 

Oh, fuck me. Rocking side to side a bit, she felt her diaper squelch, mucky contents proof that she’d had another accident at some point in the last minute or so. 

“Uh…” she continued, face turning pink. You can’t tell on camera, right? “Like I was saying, let the record show that this is some bullshit. That’s just flat-out dangerous. I’m going to see if I can wear out the battery.”

Planting the tip of the drill bit back in place, Mary clenched her teeth and fingered the trigger a second time. 

OW SHIT OW COCKSUCKING PISS FUCKING OW-

The shock ended as the drill stopped whirring, an ‘overheat’ warning led lighting up on the side. 

“Goddammit,” she muttered, rubbing at her forehead. She’s started sweating at some point, and the second shock hadn’t been any less painful than the first. “Okay, screw that. I’ll try that again later if nothing else works, but I’m not enough of a masochist to keep shocking myself for the hell of it.” 

The cover was, for the moment, unbreachable. That was fine, though, because she didn’t just have the cover. There was also the locking mechanism on the outside and, more specifically, the metal box containing the important electrical components. 

“Okay, next test: I’m going to attempt to break into the electrical components and disable the shocking mechanism. I’ll need a few minutes to set up the electrical welder. Back in a sec.” She leaned forward, reaching for the record button to stop the- 

…

“Electric welder is on and ready,” Mary said, backing away from the camera and sitting down on the couch. She grimaced slightly as her diaper squelched, but it was fine. If this worked, she’d be out and cleaned up in twenty minutes flat. 

Raising the welder, she also took a screwdriver from her toolbox, getting it ready. All she had to do was cut through the rivets holding the box shut and she could use the screwdriver to pry the plate free, revealing the internal workings. 

“Alright. Test number four, electrical welder versus mechanical components. Going… Hmmm.” It struck her that, if the collar was going to shock her again, holding a welding torch while that happened might be horribly dangerous. 

Well, no way to be sure unless I try. 

“Going now.” 

She pressed the tip of the welder down to the metal control box, squeezed the trigger, and watched it spark. 

Strictly speaking, she should have had eye protection, but it ended up not mattering. It sparked for less than a second before she smelt a tiny prick on her neck and heard a small ‘hiss’. 

Letting go of the trigger, Mary felt at her neck. “Huh? What was that?” 

It hadn’t been a shock, even a tiny one. It was too localized. If anything, it had felt like... a needle prick.

She thought about that for a minute, then giggled. “Hah!” 

They’d drugged her. Whatever was in that needle, she could already feel it working, making her fingers and toes tingle with sensation. It didn’t feel bad, but she was lightheaded, and her thoughts felt cloudy. 

Mary couldn’t remember what was going on. She had her tools laid out… was I working on something? Ugh… what stinks? 

“Heh, I stink!” she said out loud, remembering. 

She slumped back into the couch. Whatever drugs she’d just been injected with, she felt good. A little out of it, sure, but she had no worries except for the smell. Everything felt a little more intense. The stink coming off her diaper was more pronounced. Her skin was sensitive to the touch, and she ran a hand up her arm, just feeling the sensation of it. 

She giggled again, falling back so that she was lying on the couch. Her head bumped up against something, and it hurt a little, but she shoved the power drill and let it fall aside. 

Her body felt tingly and light. She was practically floating, heady and short of breath, inhaling through her mouth to avoid smelling herself. 

Whatever she’d been doing a minute ago, it couldn’t be that important. Mary just wanted to lie on the couch, feeling the pleasant sensations of touch and… 

Eyes widening in excited realization, Mary played her index finger on the front of her diaper, running it in circles, pressing the slightly sodden padding into herself. 

The tingling pleasure that went up her spine was downright hypnotic. Mary gasped, pressing her hand harder down, her rational thoughts completely suppressed by the drug-induced stupor and pleasure. 

Pressing the heel of her palm into the front of the diaper, she moaned as it squished against her, the heightened sensitivity of her skin extending to the parts of her that the diaper covered. 

“Oh god,” she slurred. “F-fuck, yes, please-” 

She heard something jangle, the noise sharp to her ears. She stopped what she was doing, though her hand stayed on her diaper, looking up at the door. 

Ethan stepped inside, looking around. “Mary?” 

“Heeeey,” she said, grinning at him, a bit of drool escaping her mouth. “Baaabe, I need your help.” 

“Mary!” Ethan ran over to the couch, quickly taking in the scene. “What do you need?” 

She reached up at him with one arm, hand opening and closing in a grabbing gesture while her other hand traced circles on the front of her diaper. “Baaaabe.” 

“Oh.” Ethan blinked, uncertainly flashing over his face for a long moment. “Uh… right. No. Stop.” Bending over, he took her arm, pulling it away from the diaper.

“Hey!” She jerked her arm, but her muscles were weak and limp. “Nuh!” 

“You’ll thank me later,” Ethan promised, moving things around so that he held both her wrists in one of his hands. “No touching down there until you’ve come down, Mary.” 

She groaned while her fiance looked around, then pulled out his phone, still holding Mary’s arms in place. The dial tone rang a couple times, then picked up. 

“Yeah, Kat? Mary’s sky high and can’t take care of herself. I’m going to be staying home the rest of the day- yeah. Yes. No. Look, I’m not going to talk to you about- You’ll get my paperwork covered? Thanks. I have to go.” 

Slipping the phone back in his pocket, he eyed Mary, then let go of her hands. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” he warned, walking over to the tripod and checking the camera. “Is this still on? Oh, uh…” 

He pressed a few buttons, fiddling with it and turning off the recording. 

“Mary, I’m guessing you’re pretty out of it. Can you understand what I’m saying?” 

She smiled at him, nodding and waving her hand. “Hiiii, cutey.” 

“I’m going to take care of you until the drugs get out of your system. Do you want anything? Your next diaper change isn’t for a couple hours, but I could get, like, water, or-” 

Mary bit her lip in her best sultry expression. Its effect was somewhat muted by her wrinkled nose and the drool dripping down her cheek, but she was trying her best. “Come over here,” she slurred. 

“Besides that.” Ethan rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Trust me. Coherent Mary would strangle me if I let you go through with that. What about lunch? I’ll make lunch.” 

“Awww,” Mary complained. 

Sighing, Ethan helped Mary to a sitting position. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ve got you, you don’t have to worry about a thing.”