The Gambler: Chapter 8

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“Let’s not waste any time and get started!”

Suddenly, a large screen began to lower from the ceiling near the far back wall. Prone on his back, Blake tilted his head upside down upon hearing the mechanical whirring of the descending device. Deciding it was too uncomfortable to hold his neck in that position, he rolled himself over onto his stomach, something that took more time than he’d like to admit, and stared forward at the TV, waiting to see what the disembodied voice had in store for him.

The second that the screen stopped lowering, a title card popped up; one that had Blake sweating almost instantly.

Potty Un-Training: The Do’s and Don’ts of Diaper Usage.

Part of Blake knew that he should’ve expected something like this. After shoving him into a diaper, there was little doubt in his mind that they expected him to use it properly as an actual baby would.

Blake promptly tried to push himself back up as his need to escape nearly doubled. However, two mechanical arms dropped down from the ceiling and lifted him up. He was then sent tumbling forward as the arms rotated him into an upright sitting position, making him quite dizzy in the process.

As Blake attempted to regain his bearings, the first lesson on potty un-training began to play. “The first and perhaps most important thing for all baby slaves to learn, sissy or non, is to use their diapers properly,” said the robotic caregiver voice as a cartoonish drawing of a sissy baby appeared onscreen, sitting in the same position Blake was. The only noticeable difference was that the drawing was wearing a significantly smaller diaper than he was, much to his disdain, “Baby Slaves have far too much on their plate as is to be worrying about silly things like potty breaks. It’s not like your Master can wait on you, hand and foot, anytime you need to be taken out of your pampers to use the toilet, now can they? And we both know you can’t be trusted with such a mature task as changing yourself.”

Blake couldn’t help but blush slightly as the video talked down to him. Of course, he could handle changing himself, or even just using a toilet like the adult he was. But the heavy condescension in the caretaker’s voice was just too much for him to handle, especially with the way he was dressed.

The sissy baby on screen stood up and looked over at a crudely drawn toilet that was designed to look as gross and terrifying as possible. The character shook its head in fear and backed away as their legs started to buckle. Ironically, Blake would’ve taken that toilet in a heartbeat if it meant getting out of all this padding. “That’s why we want our Baby Slaves to be in such thick and comfy diapers so that they never have to worry about confronting the scary potty monster. In just a few minutes, we’ll have you using your diaper like the good baby you are,” said the video, as a magical poof surrounded the sissy character’s waist. When the cloud settled, the sissy was now wearing a diaper twice as thick as it was before, finally matching the drawing with the real-life Blake, “First things first, though, we need to get you into the proper position.”

The arms returned, swooping back down and lifting Blake high into the air. Another set of arms soon dropped in to join the others, taking hold of Blake’s ankles and bending them back, forcing him into a kneeling position. He was then plopped back down on the padded floor below with his diaper butt resting on his heels.

“Now that you're in position, let’s get you grunting, little one!” said the video, as the sissy character’s face suddenly scrunched up, “Good Baby Slaves know how to wet and mess themselves on command. Given this is your first lesson, though, you aren’t quite ready to handle such an advanced request.” This sissy on screen gave up and pouted, unable to use their diaper as intended.

By this point, Blake had resigned himself to the hand being dealt to him in the padded chamber. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with these robot arms controlling his every move. The best thing for him to do now was to go along with whatever the video asked of him and to do so in a timely manner regardless of how embarrassing it was. The last thing he needed right now was for someone to catch him in such a precarious position.

“Don’t worry, though, we’re here to help you use your diaper to its full potential,” said the voice while displaying on screen something that looked like one of the arms placing something in the sissy character’s mouth. Blake didn’t like where this was going, “That’s why our partners at the CrissBaby Diaper Company have provided us with a unique pill that removes any and all bladder control! Soon, you’ll never have to worry about holding in all that pesky urine. However, if you can prove that you’re already incontinent, we can skip this portion of your lesson.”

If Blake ever made it out of this, he was going to have a serious discussion with whoever made this stupid program. He had no desire to wet his diaper on purpose or on accident. Sadly, that didn’t appear to be an option for him. If his diaper was going to end up soaked anyway, he might as well not lose his bladder along with his dignity. Closing his eyes, he started to push.

Unfortunately, Blake vastly underestimated how difficult it would be to disobey his body’s natural instincts. Years of potty training were preventing him from flooding his diaper. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he pushed with all his might, barely getting even a few droplets to come out. “Ugh! Jus lemme pee!” he shouted from behind his large paci-gag, his face red as a tomato from straining his urinary tract.

“Uh oh! It sounds like you’re having trouble,” said the voice in a tone that was far too giddy for Blake’s liking. It was as if whoever designed this lesson wanted him to fail. A hatch opened up from the ceiling, dropping in a fifth arm that held a small, pink pill between its fingers. All Blake could do was watch as the hand lowered itself down to the same level as his head.

Two of the hands holding his body down then let go of his legs and moved up to his binky, untying the straps to be able to pull it out. This was Blake’s last chance. Perhaps if he could wet himself before the pill was administered, the machine would skip this portion as promised. He bit down on the pacifier bulb, refusing to let the mechanic arm pull it out. As he did this, he also began to push once more, doing his best to double his intensity. Holding his breath and applying as much pressure as he could, his lower gut burned with immense pain. As much as it hurt, though, it would all be worth it.

*hss…hss…hssssssssss*

After a few warning squirts, Blake finally managed to get a semi-decent flow going. He was only able to pee for a few seconds at a time but it was still something. He continued to push until he felt like he’d wet himself enough. Adding to his humiliation was the fact that his now swollen diaper front was softly caressing his male member in such a way that he could feel his little buddy begin to throb.

Allowing the hand to remove his pacifier, Blake spoke quickly to try and grab the automated voice’s attention, “Hey! M-My diaper is wet! You don’t have to-MMMMMMM!!” Regrettably, the system’s programming had already deemed him to be too resistant to wetting and was determined to weaken his bladder muscles at any cost.

The moment the fingers removed themselves from Blake’s mouth, he instantly moved his tongue in an effort to spit out the pee-pee pill. He wasn’t able to get far with that maneuver, though, as the binky he was sporting only moments before was shoved between his lips yet again, cementing his fate.

*GULP!*

Blake’s eyes went wide as the pill was sent careening down his gullet. He groaned loudly behind his paci, whimpering as a major aspect of his adulthood was rapped from him with relative ease. There was nothing he could do. Pawing at his tummy with his mitten-covered hands, he could already feel muscle inside of his gut starting to go numb. With how quickly that pill was starting to take effect, it was only a matter of time before-

*hsssssssssssssss*

It happened in such a flash that Blake had no time to react. His whole body froze as he felt an even stronger warmth than before wash over his pelvic region. He made a few feeble attempts to stem the flow, but deep down, he knew it was pointless. That pill had sent his bladder muscle into atrophy. All he could do now was stew in his own piss and pray to the high heavens that whatever this place did to him was fully reversible.

“Very good! I’m so proud of you, baby girl,” said the robotic caretaker voice as one of the hands gave Blake a patronizing pat on the rear of his diaper, “Thus conclude your first lesson. Please stop by again soon for Lesson 2!”

Suddenly, a hatch on the opposite end of the room that Blake entered from shuttered open, finally giving him an exit from this hellish room. The hands retracted simultaneously, allowing Blake to collapse onto the plush floor beneath him. He didn’t rest for long, though, having no desire to stick around to see if the room decided he was staying for another terrifying lesson. Raising himself up off the floor, he reluctantly crawled over to the exit where a dark tunnel awaited him. The tunnel was tube-shaped, resembling something akin to a McRonald’s play place.

The second that Blake entered the tube, the panel closed up behind him. At last, he actually had a place to hide where not only was no one likely to find him, but he also didn’t appear to be at risk of being put through another ridiculous, infantile simulation. He turned to look down the tube he was in, knowing he’d eventually need to continue on the path he was set down. The decision weighed heavily on his mind on whether or not to venture forward now or to stay in hiding for a little bit. For the moment, at least, he could catch his breath while he made his choice.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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