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Wendy’s Week In Diapers – 2 By: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Wendy took a few trial steps around the bedroom while I prepared the diaper lock. "Sure feels strange." she mumbled. Her diapers and plastic pants crackled loudly as she walked. Then she saw the belt in my hands. "Jim, surely we won't need that tonight." "I don't know about that," I said while approaching her, "you might wake up in the middle of the night and be much less cooperative. Besides, it's best to get used to it now. You'll be wearing it a lot this week." I made her turn around and then put the waist portion around her body. After fastening it in the small of her back I reached between her legs and pulled the crotch piece into position. She gasped when I stared to make it tight. "Easy!" she whispered hoarsely, but I ignored her plea and fastened it snug. Those diapers wouldn't be sagging by morning. I watched her walk again. This time there was an expression of distaste on her face. "I don't like it." she pouted, "I'm hot and itchy and the belt is too tight." "Too bad." I said while putting the baby powder away. "You are being punished. Did you expect a picnic?" Wendy pleaded again to be let out of the diapers or at least to have the belt loosened a little, but I wouldn't hear of it. I took her to the den and made sure she had a couple of beers before we went to bed. Just before she got into bed I saw her standing in the doorway with a confused look on her face. She kept glancing down the hall toward the bathroom. "Do I really have to wet these diapers?" she asked in a little girl voice. I nodded and she blushed deep red. When she didn't move from the doorway I just picked up a book and started to read. Time was on my side. She had to be ready to pee and there was no way the belt would permit her to use anything but her diapers. Finally, she began to clutch her crotch and writhe with discomfort. "Don't fight it, honey. There are worse things in the world than wet pants." "These aren't pants, they're diapers, and how would you know anyway." She sounded tense, frustrated, exactly what I wanted. Finally, she gave a little grunt and spread her legs slightly. I heard the muffled rush of her pee hitting the padding of her diapers. She gasped and blushed anew, riveted to the spot by what was happening to her. I enjoyed the look of shock and surprise on her face. "I lost control" she said softly, "I actually lost control" She really seemed dazed by the experience. "An interesting side effect," I commented as she reluctantly got into bed beside me." I turned out the light. It didn't take Wendy five minutes to begin pleading. "Jim, I don't know if this is such a good idea." "What's not a good idea?" "Having me wear diapers." "Why not?" "They're hot and uncomfortable, not like I remember." "So?" "I'm not having any fun." "You had a lot of fun a couple of hours ago." "But..." Since she was beginning to whine, I cut her off. "Look, Wendy, you will be forced to wear and use diapers for the next week as a punishment for spending too much money on yourself. Is that clear?" She nodded. I wondered if she was really upset, but then I noticed that her nipples were erect again. The next morning she woke up before me. I saw her standing in front of the full length mirror examining her strange attire. Her diapers were soaked. I could see through the plastic panties how they had turned dark. A band of blue dye running through the crotch had been activated and spread, signaling that a diaper change was necessary. It was a good thing she was in plastic pants because the Attends had leaked. I made a mental note to use three of them next time and see if the hospital had any cloth diapers. "Did you wet during the night?" I asked, hoping against hope that she had actually wet in her sleep. She turned her head to look back at mean, bashful, blushing and very child-like. She nodded. "Did you do it in your sleep?" Her voice was soft, baby-like "I dreamed about it. I guess it wasn't a dream." She wasn't very happy when I insisted that she make breakfast before I unlocked her diaper belt. She pulled on one of my white tee shirts and its hem settled on the bulge of the diapers around her hips. I watched her waddle off toward the kitchen using the exaggerated gait of a toddler, crinkling and rustling with every step. The diapers peeked out from under the tee shirt, making her look just like a toddler. I wondered if things were going a little too far and considered letting her out of the diapers during the day but as I watched her stir the eggs I noticed that her cheeks were flushed and her nipples hard, so much for being lenient. Uncomfortable as she must be she was still turned on! When I finally did ask her to come to the bathroom with me her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Don't get too excited," I cautioned, "you're being changed, not released." As soon as I unlocked the belt she pulled down her diapers and sat on the toilet (making her mess herself wasn't necessarily in the plans - at this point). She glared at me, "Aren't you going to leave?" "Not on your life. You might try to play with yourself." She grimaced and stared at the floor. Once she was in the shower I went to the bedroom and laid out the things she would wear. I really wanted to use two Attends, but I knew that there would be too much of a bulge, so I settled for one diaper and a small stack of the rectangular disposable pads the nurses called "diaper doublers". A fresh pair of plastic panties, her sturdiest garter belt, a pair of seamed stockings and a fresh diaper lock joined the pile on the bed. By the time she stopped in the bedroom door I was ready for her. "Aw, Jim, this isn't going to work." I decided to be firm. "No back-talk, young lady. Get your butt onto that diaper and do as you are told. Things can get worse." She took one look at the serious expression on my face, gave me a curious smile and laid down on the Attends. As soon as she spread her legs I could see the early stages of her arousal. So much for her protests. Despite being aroused Wendy pouted and complained as I powdered her and put the diaper on her. I said nothing. I wanted to get the diaper lock into place before she saw the seamed hosiery. There would be trouble over that for sure. She grunted as the crotch strap was fastened tight and looked back at me. "Satisfied?" I nodded and stepped back. "I want you to wear that garter belt and the stockings beside it. Don't try to substitute the hosiery. I want you in seams because I want you to be noticed. I don't care what dress you wear, but you will wear a dress and your black patent spikes. She blushed. I could see a reaction rise and then be stifled as her hand idly stroked the tight leather belt. I wondered what thoughts were coursing through her mind. She looked like a slapped puppy as I left to take my shower. By the time I came back to the bedroom she was fully clothed and applying her make-up. I checked the back of her legs and confirmed that she was wearing the seamed stockings. "I can't go all day without a change," she said in a low, guarded tone. "Fine. I'm studying at home this week. I'll see you at lunch." She said nothing more but did spend a long time looking at herself in the mirror. "This isn't fun." she said gruffly. "It's not supposed to be." I replied. As I sat down at my desk I suddenly remembered that Wendy liked to take her shoes off while sitting at her desk at work. What was the point on insisting on her highest heels if she could take them off? I struggled to find a solution and then headed for my fishing tackle box. Wendy was at the front door, ready to leave. I told her to go into the living room and sit down. Surprisingly, she did, and without comment. She didn't figure out what I was up to until I pulled an ottoman in front of her and put one of her feet on my lap. "That's not fair!" she whined as I passed the fine, almost invisible fishing line around her ankle, crossed it over the vamp of her foot and began to tie it tightly under the arch of her pump. But she didn't pull her foot away and unless she had used a lot more blush than usual she was getting aroused. She said nothing more as I tied her other shoe in place. "Now you may go to work." I said as I stood up. "I suggest you be careful of how much you drink." To be continued…
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