Locking Bodysuit, giving up all control

No taking it off

Prompt:

A rear zipper is usually used to prevent someone from taking it off. Especially if they're using a stronger / heavier incontinence protection device

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Okay, I understand. A rear zipper can indeed serve that purpose. Let's explore a story where the character's reliance on heavier incontinence protection and the rear zipper play a more central role, highlighting themes of security and perhaps a degree of dependence.

Sarah adjusted the thick, highly absorbent brief beneath the firm embrace of the bodysuit. Tonight was a special occasion – a formal dinner for her partner, Mark’s, work. The emerald green bodysuit, with its elegant lines and the inescapable rear zipper, wasn't just a fashion choice. For Sarah, it was a necessary piece of security.

Her incontinence wasn't occasional anymore. A recent surgery had left her with a more significant and unpredictable need for protection. The heavier briefs offered the security she required to confidently navigate her day, but they were bulkier and less discreet than the thin pads she’d once used. The bodysuit, with its snug fit and the rear zipper, was a way to ensure everything stayed firmly in place, preventing any shifting or accidental exposure. Mark had been incredibly supportive, even suggesting the garment as a stylish solution that offered peace of mind.

Getting dressed was a bit of a ritual. First, the brief, carefully positioned for maximum coverage. Then, the bodysuit, a process that required some maneuvering. The rear zipper was the final, crucial step. Alone, Sarah could manage it, albeit with some reaching and stretching. But she couldn’t easily undo it herself. That was the point. It offered a sense of containment, a physical barrier that reassured her.

Tonight, Mark zipped her up, his touch gentle against her skin. “You look beautiful, Sarah,” he said, his eyes full of warmth.

“And secure,” she replied with a small smile, a hint of nervousness underlying her gratitude.

At the dinner, Sarah felt a mix of confidence and a subtle awareness of her situation. The bodysuit felt secure, and she wasn’t worried about any leaks. However, the knowledge that she couldn’t easily slip out of it also created a slight sense of confinement. If she needed to change quickly, or even just adjust for comfort, she would need assistance.

During the meal, she felt the familiar sensation of needing to void. The brief was doing its job, providing reliable absorption. But the feeling of fullness was there, a constant reminder. She subtly shifted in her seat, a slight discomfort settling in. Usually, she would excuse herself and change as soon as possible for comfort and hygiene. Tonight, that wasn't an option without involving Mark.

As the evening progressed, the discomfort grew. She found herself focusing on it more than the conversation around her. She knew the brief was designed to handle a significant amount, but the feeling of being contained, almost locked in, was starting to feel restrictive.

Finally, during a lull in the conversation, she leaned towards Mark. “Could you… could you help me with the zipper when we get a moment?” she whispered.

Mark’s brow furrowed slightly with concern. “Is everything alright?”

Sarah nodded, offering a reassuring smile. “Everything’s fine. Just… a bit full, and I’d be more comfortable changing when we get a chance.”

Later, when they excused themselves, Mark found a quiet corner. With a few careful movements, he lowered the zipper. Sarah felt an immediate sense of relief as the snugness around her eased.

Back home, as she finally removed the bodysuit and the saturated brief, a wave of vulnerability washed over her. While the rear zipper provided security and discretion, it also highlighted her dependence. She needed help with something so basic, something she used to take for granted.

Mark held her close. “It’s okay, Sarah. We’ll figure this out together. There are other options if the bodysuit feels too restrictive.”

Sarah leaned into his embrace, a mix of gratitude and a lingering sense of unease in her heart. The rear zipper had offered a solution, a way to feel secure and confident in public. But it also served as a constant reminder of her changed reality, a reality where independence sometimes needed to take a backseat to necessity and the kindness of others. The journey of accepting this new normal was still ongoing, one zipper at a time.