A Small Price to Pay


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A Small Price to Pay

My name is George Winston. I'm an average guy in most respects. I grew up hating my parents and I was eager to get out of their house. I got married and started a pretty normal life, with one small problem. From the age of twelve I compulsively masturbated and after a year of marriage, my wife was sick of it. She insisted I go to therapist, but after two years of therapy I was getting nowhere. The therapist insisted the problem would go away if I dealt with the issues that led to it, but no matter what I tried, it still happened every day.

I worked from home while my wife worked on a farm a short twenty-minute drive away.

Less than an hour after another unhelpful session my wife walked in on me in the bathroom and screamed. The shame I felt sank right to my toes. Once I got cleaned up she sat me down for a very serious talk.

"That's it," Samantha said. "We're switching therapists."

"She said it would take years to make progress," I replied.

"It's been years," Sam said. "I think we should try hypnotherapy."

"Hypnosis?" I asked. "You think that because people can be hypnotized to stop smoking that it can stop me from doing this?"

"I think we should try," Sam said. "I'm asking you to try."

I thought back on the decades of shame I felt from my behavior. I'd almost convinced myself it wasn't my fault. Then I got married and it became clear something had to change. In two years of therapy, I'd learned about the abusive past that I'd suppressed. It happened at such a young age that my memories were too fuzzy to ever get the details right.

I'd worked through the emotions and made wonderful progress, but my current therapist still wasn't willing to approach the problem of compulsive masturbation. Twice she'd told me it wasn't really a problem. Perhaps it was time for a change.

"Okay," I said. "I'll try hypnosis."

Samantha hugged me tight and began to cry. "Thank you," she said over and over. "I love you."

"I love you too."

It took about a week to set up the appointment and the doctor insisted that my wife come as well. We went in very early so that Sam could still make it to work.

"Good morning. I'm Doctor Fleming."

"I'm George and this is Sam," I said.

"Well, why don't we get right down to it," Fleming said. "What brings you in today?"

"I have a problem," I said.

"Everyone does. Why does your problem require my help?"

"Because no matter how hard I try I can't stop masturbating."

"How often?"

"Every day."

"Where? When?"

"Why do you need to know that?" Sam asked.

"It's important for me to know the specifics so that I can tailor the hypnotic suggestions appropriately."

"Sometimes when I'm on the toilet, sometimes in the shower, and sometimes in my office."

Fleming raised one eyebrow at this.

"I work from home," I clarified.

"I see. And do you use porn?"

"No," I said truthfully.

"Are you sure?" Fleming said. "I need to know the true details if I'm going to get this right?"

"Why?" Sam asked. "Can't you just hypnotize him so that he won't do it anymore?"

Fleming shook his head. "I'm not sure this therapy is right for you."

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Because there's always a small price to pay, some sort of trade-off."

"I don't care," I said. "It has to be better than letting this continue."

"And you feel the same way?" Fleming asked Sam.

"Yes, I do," Sam said. "I can't live like this anymore."

"That's good," Fleming said, "because if I'm right, you'll have just as much of a price to pay for this as George, if not more."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"I can fix this problem in one session, in the next half hour, in fact," Fleming said. "However, there are always unexpected consequences. When people stop smoking, sometimes they start overeating."

"So you're worried that when he stops masturbating that we'll start having more sex?" Sam asked with a laugh. "That sounds like a price worth paying."

Fleming sighed. "Well, you've been properly warned. Do you really want me to continue?"

"Yes," we both said.

"Very well. Sam, will you wait in the lobby."

Sam left and Dr. Fleming hypnotized me.

When I woke I couldn't remember anything he said. I didn't feel any differently, but the doctor assured me I wouldn't ever masturbate again.

"Most of my clients don't need a follow-up visit," he said. "But if you do, or if you don't like the consequences, come on back and we can undo the whole thing."

"Just one treatment?" I asked. "That's it? I'm cured?"

"Cured isn't the right word here," Fleming said. "Your behavior will certainly change, but cured implies there was something wrong, and your problem is deeper than compulsive masturbation. Changing behavior is a lot easier than curing the problems you're dealing with."

"Then why agree to go along with this?" I asked. "Why not insist on working on the deeper issues?"

"Because all the signs are there," Fleming said. "If this doesn't work, your wife is going to leave you."

I was shocked. "What? We've been married three years. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me!"

"Then you have a very good reason to see this through, no matter what price there is to pay."

"You said it would be a small price, right?" I asked. "What is it? What is the price I'll have to pay?"

"I don't know," Fleming said. "Everyone's mind works things out differently. Just remember that if you don't like it, whatever it is, the alternative is to undo everything and go back to the way things have been."

"Which will probably lead to my wife leaving me."


I sighed. "Then I guess I'll have to make it work."

"Good luck."

Samantha went off to work and I headed home to work. Everything was fine for a couple of hours, but then I felt the familiar urge to use the bathroom. I got up from my desk and went to the bathroom, but when I went to take off my pants I suddenly turned around and went back to my desk.

I quickly forgot that I'd ever gotten up from my desk at all.

Five minutes later I felt the urge return even stronger and headed to the bathroom once more. This time I couldn't even enter the bathroom. I just stood at the door, trying to figure out what was wrong. I needed to go inside and relieve myself. In fact, this was the time of day I usually relieved myself in more ways than one. But now I couldn't even go into the bathroom.

The urge got stronger and stronger over the next two hours, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get into the bathroom. I went into the bedroom and started to cry. I don't know how long I cried, but at some point, I fell asleep.

"What happened?" Samantha cried out.

Her piercing voice woke me. "What's going on?" I asked sleepily.

"Why are you in bed? Did you masturbate again and fell asleep afterward?"

"No," I said. I got up out of the bed and felt a breeze. I looked down and saw that I'd wet the bed.

"You wet the bed?" Sam said. "What's going on?"

"I... I couldn't... I can't..."

"Can't what?" Sam asked.

"I couldn't get into the bathroom this afternoon."

"Is the door locked?"


"Then why can't you use the bathroom?"

"I don't know," I said. "I just couldn't get in there."

"So you wet the bed instead?"

"I didn't mean to. I fell asleep," I said.

"Take off your pants, let's get you cleaned up."

I reached down to undo the button on my pants, but my hands wouldn't go there. I couldn't touch the button. "I can't."

"You want to stay in those pants all night?"

"No," I said.

"Then take them off."

"I can't."

"Fine. I'll do it." She undid my pants and pulled them down, followed by my underwear.

I felt a tug at the back of my mind and it suddenly felt like I was a thousand miles away. I could still see everything, but I couldn't do anything or say anything.

"Lift your left foot," Sam said.

I watched my body lift my left foot.

Sam pulled the wet jeans off that foot. "Now the other one."

I watched my body comply.

She pulled the pants off completely. "Put your wet clothes and the wet sheets in the washer," she said.

My body obeyed her, though I had nothing to do with it. I would have done it if I could have, so I was glad to see at least my body was complying.

When the washer started I stood there in front of it, trying to figure out what was going on. The only thing I could think of was they hypnosis session. Something had gone wrong.

"What's wrong with you?" Sam demanded. "Get in the shower."

Once more my body obeyed and I went and stood in the shower. I'd made it into the bathroom, but for some reason, I could only do exactly what I was told. Even though I knew she wanted me to wash up I couldn't do it.

"Stop standing there like an idiot and wash up," Sam said.

I did as she asked. Five minutes later I was standing naked in the bedroom all clean and dry, and unable to move. It was another ten minutes before Sam came in and stared at me.

"Were you a good boy in the shower?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Good. Get dressed."

I did so, or rather I watched my body do it. When I was fully dressed the spell was broken and I was in control of my own body again. "That was weird," I said.

"I'd say so," Sam said. "What is wrong with you?"

"I think the doctor hypnotized me so that I can't use the bathroom on my own."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"I know I was hypnotized, but I can't remember what he said. When I tried to use the bathroom this afternoon I couldn't even get in the room. When you told me to take off my pants the same thing happened. I couldn't do it myself. And when you stripped me naked it was like being in a trance. I couldn't do anything except exactly what you told me to do."

"Wait, are you telling me that unless I'm home you won't be able to use the toilet?"

"That sounds about right."

"So why did you pee in the bed?"

"I didn't mean to," I said. "I laid down feeling sorry for myself and fell asleep."

"So you wet the bed in your sleep."

I nodded.

Sam sighed. "I'm calling the doctor." She picked up the phone and dialed. When Dr. Fleming answered she put it on speaker.

"I thought you'd be calling," Fleming said.

"Then you knew what would happen?" Sam said. "You knew he wouldn't be able to use the bathroom again?"

"I knew it was a possibility," Fleming said. "Why don't you come on down and we can talk for a few minutes."

"We'll be right there," Sam said. She hung up and said, "Get in the car."

We drove over to his office and I was surprised he was still there. It was almost 8 pm at night. We walked in and he was behind the desk in the lobby doing paperwork.

"Okay, I'm going to make this simple," Fleming said. "I can undo what I did in five minutes, or you can use what's in this box to deal with the side-effects."

"Side-effects?" Sam said. "You call making my husband a bed wetter a side effect?"

"Yes, I do. You wanted an instant solution. Did it work? Did you masturbate today?"

"No, it worked," I said. "I didn't masturbate. I couldn't even get into the bathroom until my wife stripped me down and once she did I could only do exactly what she said."

"There you have it," Fleming said. "You don't trust yourself in the bathroom so you can't go in there alone. You don't trust yourself when you're naked so you can only do as you're told. So the choice is yours. Take the box or I'll undo the conditioning."

I remembered what he'd said, that if I couldn't stop, Sam might leave me. So I reached down and opened the box. "Diapers?" I said incredulously. "You want me to wear diapers?"

"It's your choice," Fleming said. "Or rather, it's your choice, Sam."

"Why is it my choice?"

"You can either have a husband to can't control his urges to masturbate or you can have a husband who can't touch himself. That means he won't be able to use the bathroom at all, and he won't be able to change his own diapers. You'll have to be the one to take them off of him, and you'll have to be the one to put them on him again. Do you love him enough to do that?"

"Yes," she said without hesitating.

"Then take them, along with this information about how to order more. I told you there would be a small price to pay. This is the price."

Sam picked up the box and I followed her out of the office. Neither of us said a word until we were at home in our bedroom with the box of diapers. She looked me in the eye and said, "I love you very much."

I knew what she was going to ask of me, and prefacing it with that phrase told me she wasn't happy about asking it, but that it was also very important to her. "I love you too, and I'll do it."

She sighed. "Do you really understand what you're saying?"

"Yes," I said.

"Okay. Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed."

I did as she asked and felt the familiar trance take over as my pants came off.

She lifted my legs and put one of the diapers under me. Then she set my legs down and said, "Spread your legs."

I obeyed and she pulled the diaper up between my legs. It was thicker than I expected. She pulled up the sides and taped it on. There were four tapes and it created a very snug fit. Then she took a pair of plastic pants out of the box that I hadn't seen earlier. She pulled it up over the diaper.

The trance left and I was myself once more. She climbed into bed with me and held me close.

The next morning I woke up in a dry diaper and I was relieved. Wetting in my sleep once was bad enough.

Sam got ready to go and as she stepped out of the shower she said, "Did you use your diaper yet?"

"No," I said.

"Okay. I hope the diaper lasts all day."

I began to think about what she was saying. If I wet too much and my diaper leaked, I still wouldn't be able to change until she got home. As we both got dressed I couldn't get my jeans on. "My pants don't fit anymore," I said.

"Hmm. Well, put on some sweats and when I get home we'll go buy you some that fit over your diaper."

She headed off to work and I went to work as usual.

It was only an hour before I realized I needed to do more than pee. I got up and headed to the bathroom, but then realized I couldn't get in and I couldn't even get my sweats off. It had already been more than a day since I'd pooped and the urge was very strong. Sam wouldn't be back for eight hours and I knew I couldn't hold it in that long, but I tried. I went back to work and did my best to ignore the urge.

About an hour after lunch I couldn't hold back anymore and I filled my diaper. It was a horrible feeling and I didn't dare sit down. Instead, I climbed into bed and cried myself to sleep again.

The smell of fire woke me and I turned to see Sam lighting a candle. A second later as I inhaled, I realized why. The smell was horrible.

"Oh good, you're awake. Two naps in two days."

"It's been a rough couple of days," I said.

"Well, I'd hoped to have you try on pants with a full diaper, but this smells too much, even for Walmart. Still, I have an idea. Go stand in the shower."

The trance took over as I obeyed her. I stood in the shower fully clothed.

She was right behind me and helped me take off all my clothes and the diaper, which she wrapped up and stuck in a gallon zip lock bag. She took it all the way to the outside trash can before she returned.

I couldn't do anything but stand there and wait. I thought she would have told me to get cleaned up, but instead, she washed me off herself. She even toweled me dry.

When she was satisfied she told me to go lay down on the diaper on the bed. I did as instructed and was surprised to see a jug of water on the nightstand.

"These diapers claim they can hold a full gallon of water," she said, "So in order to go try on pants that will fit over a full diaper, we're going to have to fill it up. I think half a gallon ought to do it." She took the jug and poured it slowly over me and the diaper. Then she pulled the thick wet diaper up between my legs and taped it on. It felt enormous. She pulled the plastic pants on as well and told me to stand up.

As I did I had to stand with my legs slightly apart. If this was what a full diaper felt like, I hoped I would never fill these diapers up before I could get changed. Somehow I knew it was something I wouldn't always be able to avoid.

"Get dressed."

I put on the sweats and a t-shirt and we headed to the store. It felt weird to sit in the car in such a thick wet diaper and I was extra self-conscious as we went inside Target. It was a busy evening, but we didn't bump into anyone we knew. I ended up getting half a dozen pairs of jeans that were four sizes larger than what I used to wear. At that point the waist was slack, but I had to wear one that large to have enough room for the diaper. As such we went and bought a few belts to go with them.

As we drove home it finally sank in that this wasn't a temporary change. There wasn't a time limit on the doctor's suggestions. I wouldn't be able to use the bathroom again, ever. I'd have to wear diapers everywhere I went, and I wouldn't be able to take them off when they needed to be changed. I was totally dependent on Sam for all of that. Considering how much I loved Sam and knew this was the only way to keep her, it truly seemed like a small price to pay.


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Great story, I liked it and would love to see it extended, maybe even to the point where Sam would call in one of her friends to check on George during the day?


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I'm missing the beginning of this story. It's like I'm reading chapter 4 but not the first 3

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