In This Together - Chapter 9 (Bo)

I was so annoyed with Hazel for taking it upon herself to ask the doctor about my PE when I knew full well that her lack of showy accidents would stop it from happening. I loved how she could take the initiative in the face of indecision, but this was taking it a little step too far. Plus, I had no idea what this would mean for our sex life. What sort of things did the doctor tell her to do to me to help me slow down?

Finally, I took a breath, calmed down, and even chuckled when I came to a realization. What’s the big deal if she tries some little method to make me last longer? What harm could it do? Ultimately, I’m going to go back to my normal speed once the accidents are behind us, so with her methods, am I going to last even longer? Maybe in the future, if she has another accident, this will guarantee my accidents won't follow! I’ll indulge her. I’ve indulged her this far, considering I’m wearing a cum-saturated diaper around my waist. I can indulge her for just a little longer.

“So what did the doctor say for you to do?” I asked Hazel as we drove home.

“She’s emailing me a bunch of exercises. I’m supposed to do them and then reschedule with her in two weeks to see my progress. She’s optimistic I’ll see some difference by then,” Hazel explained, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bummed.

“That’s good then,” I responded. It was such a complicated feeling. I wanted her to be better so that I wouldn’t be experiencing these issues, but at the same time, it was so unbelievably hot watching her wet herself. Knowing she couldn’t control it. Dribbling in her panties without knowing… fuck. I felt myself getting hard again, just at the thought.

“Hopefully we can do our exercises together!” She said gleefully.

“What do you mean? What sort of exercises will I have to be doing?”

“Well, yours are more fun, I must admit. But I’m sorry to say we can’t have sex for a while.”

“What?!” I gasped. “You’re joking.”

“Just not until you show improvement!” Hazel reassured. “Don’t worry. I doubt it’ll take long.”

“I doubt it’ll take more than a few days,” I said confidently.

“And you need to stop looking at porn.”

“What? I…I don’t look at porn,” I blushed and turned to face the window.

“It’s okay if you do, babe,” Hazel chuckled. “It’s just that might be the reason for your speed. You’re overconsuming, and it’s causing overstimulation.”

She’s not wrong; my addiction to wetting porn and only cumming to girls with wet pants has conditioned me to be so quick when Hazel has her accidents. She’s probably right, and I can give porn a break for a bit, break this cycle.

“So, what are we going to do for…sexual activity?” I asked.

“You’ll see….”

It was cryptic, but I didn’t press any further. Too much of myself felt submissive to this situation, like I had given in to every will and wish that Hazel desired for me, all because I could not control myself in her presence when she had an accident.

As we pulled into our place, Hazel put her hands between her crotch and felt around.

“Hmm. I think I need to change,” She said nonchalantly, but it sent a wave of chills down my body. “What about you, huh? Need your diaper changed?” She teased and directed her attention toward me.

“Ahaha,” I laughed nervously. “No. Well, I’m eager to take it off now….”

“Take it off?” Hazel replied. “Oh no, you don’t need to take it off. Not unless you had an accident…did you have an accident?”

I blushed, and my heart rate accelerated. I pushed my legs together, feeling the cum-saturated padding thick and heavy between them, and shifted away from Hazel’s side of the car. Hazel noticed, and I was lost for words to continue my deflection.

“Oh my god. Did you actually have an accident?” Hazel asked, now more surprised than joking.

“No! I didn’t have an accident!”

“Well, let me see!”

“Can we go inside first?”

“No! You shouldn’t have an issue showing it if you're dry.”

“I just don’t want anyone to look in and see what we’re doing, is all!”

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Hazel said, then she sprung forward and reached for my crotch. I tried to fight her off, but she was too quick, and I wasn’t prepared for the grab. All I could do was look away as she felt the padding around my cock, and she could easily tell it wasn’t as dry as it was when we put them on.

“Did you…pee?” She asked.

“No, I didn’t pee,” I replied, feeling like I was about to pass out from embarrassment.

“Oh my god. Did you cum in your pants again?”

I couldn’t reply. I just opened the car door, stepped out, and walked into the house.

Hazel followed me, a shocked, smiling face glowing in my direction,

“Well, it sounds like we have some work to do, don’t we?” Hazel asked.

“I don’t know why it happened….” I replied.

“Well, what set you off?” She asked. I was too embarrassed to lie. I reached into my pocket and pulled out her wet panties to show her. Hazel raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“Well, that’s flattering. Just a bit of my clothing and your imagination is enough to get you off,” Hazel praised me, but I didn’t want her approving tone.

“It’ll never happen again,” I said firmly. “I don’t even need these diapers. I know how to control it, and it won’t happen again.”

“Oh baby,” Hazel approached me and held me from behind. “I think this is the most flattering thing you’ve ever done for me.”

“Really? How can you say that? It’s embarrassing….” I turned to face her.

“You make me feel sexy when you can’t control yourself for me,” she explained. “It makes me feel desired.”

“Well, that’s good, I guess…but-”

“We’re going to work together on this. And trust me, I think the results are going to be…perfect.”