The Product Tester - Chapter 3

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Author's Note: As I've mentioned before, this story is a reboot. However, this chapter is 100% new content, and has no equivalent version in the original story. 

“O-ow!” Mary yelped, wincing away. “You’re pinching me.” 

“Hold still. If you weren’t moving so much, it wouldn’t pinch. This has to be measured to your specifications, otherwise it’ll just slide right off your waist.” The tailor made a note of what was on his measuring tape, then moved from Mary’s waist down to her thigh. 

Mary almost blew off their comment, but she had to reconsider. It was a clue, after all. Maybe I could go on a super diet and slip out of it before the thirty days is- 

“And before you go getting any ideas, your handler’s going to notice if you suddenly drop in pant size, and you’ll just be back in here for more of the same,” the tailor pointed out, pinching the tape measure so he could hold it with one hand while making a note with the other. 

Pressing her lips into a line, Mary asked, “Is this really the plan? Take measurements for every fuddy duddy that needs one of these covers and cut it specific?” 

“Are you fishing for information, or genuinely curious?” He asked, moving on to her other thigh. “Last measurement, then you can put your hands down.” 

“Genuinely curious,” Mary lied. “And I can put my pants back on, right?” 

“For a minute, I suppose. They’ll have to come right back off.” The tailor checked Mary’s other thigh, marked down the width. “Once we’ve got these in mass-production, we’ll have a cover for every standard size combination. Since you’re getting a prototype, we’ve got to cut it down to your measurements.” Checking his notes, he added, “Or, possibly, stretch it out a bit.” 

Mary fumed, stepping off the raised platform and, just for spite, pulling up her pants. “So, what now?” 

The tailor eyed her. “You did read the welcome packet, right?” 

“I… skimmed it.” Truth be told, she hadn’t expected to be doing much when she came into the office, except to pass along the signed paperwork. Assuming the welcome packet at the back to be a standard template, she’d read the cover page and blown off the rest. 

The tailor sighed. “Next door down on the left, they’ll be ready for you.” 

“Thanks.” Mary walked out of the small office, followed his instructions, and walked inside. “Hey, I’m Mary, here for the… uh… what’s that?” 

A nurse in scrubs looked up at her, adjusting the straps on… Mary wasn’t sure what it was. It looked like an exam chair that her gynecologist might use, but next to it there was a stand with something that looked a lot like an IV bag, except… 

“Ms. Bambine, good to see you. How did the measurement go?”

It was only then, breaking her gaze away from the exam chair, that Mary realized who the nurse was. “Katherine? What are you doing here?” 

“I have a medical degree and a license,” Kat explained, patting the exam chair. “Hop up!” 

Mary wasn’t quite ready to comply. “And why aren’t you having someone else do this? Degree or no, isn’t this a job for, like, an underling? A peon? Whatever you call the people you boss around.” 

Katherine raised an eyebrow. “Would you rather we get another stranger involved? I do as much hands-on work within my own projects as possible, when I can.” 

“I… I guess that’s fine, then. What’s all this for, anyways?” 

That got more of a reaction out of the CEO. “Did you read your welcome packet?” 

“I skimmed- look, just answer the question?” 

Sighing, she walked over to the wall and picked up a clipboard. “We need to make sure that you can’t try to hold it and then release all at once to cause a leak or create some sort of critical failure state in your diapers. A blowout, in colloquial terms. This would undermine the results of your entry attempts.” 

“Okay, I think I saw that,” Mary said, hesitantly. “The ‘authentic use’ bit, right?” 

“Right. So, to that end, we’ve got some pills you’ll be taking throughout the month. To get you started, though, we need to kick off your system with a couple drugs that will render your system incapable of preventing accidents.” 

Mary had to blink a few times as she translated that to english. “You’re going to make me incontinent?” 

“Temporarily. The whole process is completely safe, and completely reversible. The side effects of these meds aren’t a part of the test, you don’t have to worry.” 

“Uh… sure.” Mary frowned, still not all that excited about getting into the exam chair. The stirrups were padded, but the shiver that went down her spine had nothing to do with the cold. “So… how’s all this work?” 

“For your bladder, it’s a simple injection,” Kat explained, making a few check marks on her clipboard. “The other process is a bit more complicated. We’ll need to immerse your system with a numbing solution that’ll be absorbed into the surrounding tissue. You’ll have to hold onto it as long as possible; if it gets released prematurely then the results would be invalidated and you’ll have to start over.” 

“I, uh…” Mary’s eyes traced to what she’d taken for an IV bag, and the long hose that dangled from the end. 

Katherine nodded. “Have you taken an enema before?” 

“No.” 

Crap. I should have read that welcome packet. 

There was little point in trying to argue the matter. She’d already filled out the paperwork, and she wasn’t going to back out over a procedure that’d take perhaps a half an hour. Stripping out of her pants once more, she stepped up to the exam chair, sat down, and put her arms on the rests. 

“Anything else I need to do?” 

“Take off your panties, please.” Kat began checking the valve at the end of the long rubber hose. 

“R-right.” Mary bent over, removing the last bit of clothing from the lower half of her body. “So, uh… how long do I have to hold this in?” 

“You’ll know it when you can stop trying,” she explained, leaving the hose for a minute so that she could attend to Mary’s legs. Taking one, she lifted it into the stirrup, then did the same with her other leg. She strapped her down by the ankles, and though it wasn’t locked or secured by anything, Mary still felt extremely exposed. 

Once she was properly arranged, Kat returned to the stand, with its quart bag of fluids and the long rubber hose. Taking a small packet of a single-use lubricant from her pocket, she got the nozzle ready, opened it until the milky white fluid had filled the tube and released all the air, then walked around to stand between Mary’s legs. 

“Hold still while I get this inserted,” Kattherine said, her voice pleasant. 

The nozzle touched against her back door, there was a small push, and then it slid inside her. Not bad, so far, though it wasn’t nearly as fun as the last time something had gone up there. 

“Once I turn on the flow, you might feel some pressure.” 

That was the understatement of the year. When the nozzle was turned and let the floodgates open, though, things changed. A quart bag was a lot of fluid, and it started to fill her up fast, sloshing inside her and filling her bowels with the cold medicine. 

She started feeling cramps almost immediately, but even if she’d wanted to give in to them, the nozzle was still in place. The pressure was working the other way, to fill her more instead of less. 

Watching the bag, Mary waited as it drained, filling to empty, so that the tidal wave of increasing discomfort would- 

Katherine, in her nurse’s scrubs, bent behind the chair, picked up a second bag, and hung it next to the first. As she adjusted the hoses so that it would be supplied from the new, completely full bag, Mary gave an involuntary squeak of alarm. 

She’d never felt so full in her life, and this was only a few moments in, with the fluids still sloshing into her. Clamping her eyes shut, she bit down on her lip, fighting her way through the discomfort as her belly swelled from all the fluid being forced inside. 

Finally, the torrent stopped. Over a whimper, Mary asked, “Can I stop holding it now?” 

“Absolutely not,” Kat warned. “I’m going to pull out the nozzle now. Trust me, you’ll know when it’s time to stop holding it.” 

“R-right. Okay.” She clamped down, fighting back the waves of cramps and discomfort. “It’ll get easier, right?” 

“I doubt it.” 

Walking around the back of the exam table, Katherine retrieved a large bed pan and set it between Mary’s legs. 

“So, how does Ethan feel about all this?” 

Opening one eye to glare at Katherine, Mary asked, “You want to talk about this now?” 

“I can just be quiet,” Kat said, shrugging. “I thought you’d want something to take your mind off things.” 

“He’s fine.” A little high pitched squeak escaped her mouth as she said it, riding through another cramp. “We talked about it, he’s okay with everything.” 

Katherine nodded, checking her clipboard. “Is he now?” 

Mary opened both her eyes now, sitting up slightly to confront her fiance’s boss. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I shouldn’t say anything,” Kat said, playing coy. “But he was not happy when you left here on Monday. I’m surprised you brought him around to your way of seeing things.” 

“Yeah, well, we talk about our problems,” Mary grumbled. “And- fuck, how long is this going to take?” 

“Depends on the subject. Between five and thirty minutes,” Katherine explained. 

“Thirty!” Mary yelped, crossing her hands over her chest as she resisted the pressure. “Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“It’s rare, but it happens,” Katherine said, shrugging her shoulders. “And I think you misunderstood my point a moment ago. I’m just saying, you’ve got a damned good man, if he’s willing to play babysitter for a month on a project he’s certain you can’t actually succeed at.” 

“Yeah, well, he’s been wrong in the pa-dammit!” Mary whimpered. “And also, stop talking about my fucking fiance!” 

“Sorry, sorry,” Katherine raised her hands innocently. “Touchy subject. Do you want to talk about something else? What TV shows have you been watching?” 

“Fuck you!” Mary screamed, gritting her teeth as the cramps and pressure built even more. “Fuck you, fuck this company, fuck-” 

The pressure started to fade, and within a few moments, it had dropped off rapidly. There was no more discomfort, no more cramps, she actually felt pretty good. 

“Uh…” Mary said. “What…” 

There was a sloshy, splashing sound, and Kat made another check on her clipboard. When Mary realized what was happening, as much by the sound as the feeling of warmth around her backside, she flushed bright red. 

“Complete loss of sensation?” Katherine asked, raising an eyebrow. “No pain or discomfort?” 

The first thing Mary said sounded like, ‘Meep!’, but she got her wits back and said, “Er… yes.” 

“Good! You’re ready to get started in the morning,” Katherine announced. “I’m going to give you a bottle of pills you’ll need to take for the thirty days, to make sure these effects don’t wear off. I’m sure you don’t want to do this again, right?” 

“No,” Mary agreed, emphatically. “I… will I need to worry about accidents, uh… today?” 

“Not that type of accidents,” Katherine said, picking up the bedpan and moving it to the side. Reaching in her pocket, she produced a small object that Mary couldn’t clearly make out. “You’ve been cleared out pretty thoroughly. You will need to wear pull ups today, though, for the urinary incontinence. Hold still?” 

Mary did so, and felt a small prick between her legs, just to the left, injecting something near her bladder. “Just pull ups?” 

Katherine shrugged, taking the needle out. “Well, you could wear diapers if you wanted to. You’ll be given an ample supply, and you’ll need them for a few days when the test ends while you regain control. I had assumed, though, that you’d want to put off wearing them for as long as possible.” 

“Yeah, uh… yes. I’ll take the pull ups,” Mary agreed. “Please.” 

“Of course. We’ll get you taken care of, Ms. Bambine.”

…

Mary rode the bus home, mindful that someone might hear the crinkle of her pullup, but nobody did. Stop being so paranoid. You’ll be wearing something a lot thicker until you get out of this. 

Getting off at her stop, she walked the block to her apartment, taking the elevator up, finding her door, and walking inside. 

Spotting Ethan by the kitchen table, she called,  “Hey there, love, I’m- Pizza!” 

Ethan grinned, spinning the box around. “I figured you’d want something when you got back.” 

Practically skipping across the floor, Mary flung her arms around her fiance and gave him a kiss. “You are so hot right now.” 

Lowering his voice to a seductive whisper, he leaned in to her ear and added, “There’s mint chocolate chip in the freezer.” 

Mary giggled. “Mr. Atkins, are you trying to seduce me?” 

Playfully, Ethan pulled away and swatted at her ass. It was an innocent gesture, one they’d shared back and forth a thousand times, but with Mary’s new underwear it made her blush and step back. 

“Uh…” she said, avoiding his eye contact. 

“Hey, I don’t care,” Ethan replied. “Let’s just have dinner, okay?” 

“Yeah, okay.” 

They ate the pizza, talking about each other’s days, venting about how much of a B-word Katherine was. Ice cream came next, and then they moved to the couch to watch Netflix and relax in each other’s arms. 

It was nice. Mary relaxed, the discomforts of the day receding in her mind. 

Halfway through a documentary about the guy who collected black market unicorn statuettes, she leaned in and kissed Ethan on the lips, catching him off guard. 

“Hey there!” he said, smiling, once she pulled away. “Where’d that come from?” 

“Your face is pretty,” Mary replied. “I wanted to kiss it.” 

“Well, so is yours.” Ethan leaned in, replying with a kiss of his own. 

“You know,” Mary added, biting her lip and rolling over so that she was crouching over Ethan. “Starting tomorrow, I’ll be kind of… locked up, for a while. I’m going to have to get my fun in now, if I’m going to have any at all.” 

“Heh,” Ethan said, grinning. “Is that so?” 

Mary nodded, her eyes half closed and sultry. “I think I need you to take off my pants.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Ethan mouthed, undoing the button and pulling the zipper, slipping Mary’s pants down to her knees as she climbed on top of him. 

She pulled off her shirt, sitting on Ethan’s legs, shaking her chest to show off her breasts. He was practically drooling, and the bulge in his jeans was more than enough indication of how her fiance was feeling about this turn of events. 

Unbuttoning his own jeans, Mary leaned in, body pressing up against him, going for another kiss. 

Hisssss… 

She paused, halfway to Ethan’s lips, brow furrowing. “What’s that… sound… oh god.” 

Sitting up, she felt at the crotch of her pullup. It had been dry a moment before, she was certain, but now it was wet and warm, and growing heavier by the second. 

Mary recoiled, pushing back to the far corner of the couch, her face burning with embarrassment. “Fuck. Fuck, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

Ethan was there in a second, his arms around her in a comforting way. “Hey, hey. Shh. It’s okay, sweetie.” 

“Ugh,” Mary grumbled, shaking her head. “It’s gross. I’m gross. You’re going to be dealing with my… stuff for the next month, I don’t need to rub it all over your crotch, too.” 

“Mary.” Ethan’s voice was flat, deadpan. “You’re being ridiculous.” 

“Huh?” Mary asked, leaning back. 

He shrugged. “I don’t care. Really, I don’t.” 

“You’re just saying tha-” 

“And even if I did,” Ethan added, cutting her off. “You are sexy as hell, and that trumps anything else. You could dress up as a clown with big shoes and a red nose and I’d still think you were the hottest thing that moved. I’ll never think you’re gross.” 

Mary hesitated. “What if I dressed up as Starbuck and said I was putting you through boot camp?” 

Ethan blinked. “Tell me you’re not joking.” 

They both laughed, and she pulled Ethan into a tighter hug, resting on his lap. 

Noticing something, she glanced down at the bulge in his jeans, then raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you still up for, uh…” 

He nodded, smiling. 

“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” she said, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Meet me in the bedroom?” 

“Yes ma’am, captain,” Ethan grinned. 

(And then they fuuuuuucked.)