Alex wasn’t given a chance. There was no effort to untrain or to pretend to train. This, he figured, meant whoever he was going to meet in the morning wanted someone who was able to control their functions, but still used to diapers. Did that mean they intended to some kind of joke potty training routine? Was it meant to be successful, with him finally getting out of the childish undergarments, or not? Would they go the opposite route, subjecting him to hypnosis and bizarre diets? He doubted that one, if they wanted that they could have done it already.
There was a chance they’d keep him in diapers but let him use the toilet, or present themselves as the saviors of the degradation he had suffered… It was possible, and he hoped for it, but he had learned not to hope for too much. Something told him that wasn’t the case.