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Wendy's Week In Diapers

Part 1

Wendy's Week in Diapers

From Bytemine

Wendy has just finished a week of being punished by being forced to wear and use diapers, 24 hours a day. I think she will be a good girl from now on.

Let me tell you about Wendy. She is my wife. She's also a little over 5 feet, slim, blonde and a bombshell to look at. She works at a large investment house where she knows how to assert herself. As it turns out, inside, Wendy is just a little girl who wants someone to take charge of her life for her.

It all started one night when I came home from the hospital where I'm interning for psychiatry. I commented that we had been forced to use a strait jacket on one violent woman and that it surprised me when the nurses put her into diapers under the jacket. Wendy blushed and began to ask a lot of questions about that patient and her diapers. I caught on to her interest pretty quick and soon began to ask some questions of my own.

At first she denied any special interest but after a couple of glasses of wine she began to loosen up. She told me that she had lived with her grandmother when she was between the ages of twelve and eighteen. The old woman knew Wendy was attractive and boy-crazy. She was determined to make sure that Wendy didn't get herself into trouble. The grandmother's solution was to make a rule that Wendy could only go out on a date if she was in diapers and plastic panties. The way she figured it, if Wendy was embarrassed by what she wore under her dress she sure wouldn't let any guy find out about it. There was another part to the plan. Wendy's diapers were sewn on so she couldn't take them off. She had to use them if she needed to pee. Since there's only so much

water a diaper can hold, Wendy was always home early from her dates.

What nobody had counted on was the effect this had on Wendy. Wearing diapers didn't stop her from getting into a lot of heavy petting sessions and this formed a link in her mind between sexual arousal and being in thick, damp diapers.

Wendy moved out of her grandmother's house at 19 to go to college and escape the forced diaper wearing. From time to time she wondered why the memories of her diapers sometimes turned her on but nothing really happened until I mentioned the patient. Wendy had suddenly realized that wearing diapers didn't turn her on, as much as the idea of being made to wear and use them.

I didn't think much about it that night. Wendy and I had a torrid bout of sex and we almost slept-in the next morning. But as I did my work in the ward I became aware of just how many patients wore diapers. Some were held in some kind of restraint. Others had developed incontinence due to age, illness or wearing diapers while in restraints.

A flash of light went off in my mind oneday when I saw a woman wearing thick disposable diapers, a pair of semi-transparent plastic pants and some kind of belt that passed through her legs and locked.

Trying hard to conceal my interest I asked a nurse about the strange belt. She explained that some patients must be kept in diapers because they are incontinent. However once they've wet or soiled themselves the discomfort makes them want to take the diapers off. Until these locking "retention" belts were developed there were dirty diapers lying around all over the place and a lot of patients messing on the floor. Needless to say, the staff was very much in favor of the "diaper locks". I had seen enough to get my creative imagination working overtime. On my next night shift I loaded up my car with Attends (adult disposable diapers), plastic pants and a couple of the diaper lock belts. If I had things figured right, Wendy and I were about to add some spice to our already spicy sex life.

I had it figured wrong. About a week later we were home on a Friday night. After a few drinks I told Wendy about the diapers and plastic pants (but not the special belt). She appeared interested and allowed me to put two Attends on her. She looked great and I got hard but we instantly had a problem. As long as she was in diapers I couldn't penetrate her. We fooled around and had some fun but there really wasn't a big spark.

The next morning we talked about the diapers. Wendy said she had some fun but it just wasn't the same. She confessed that it was important to her to be made to wear the diapers, use them and be afraid that someone would discover her dark and terrible secret. My ears were open. I told her that the next time she did something bad she would be punished by being made to wear diapers. I also showed her the diaper lock belt and the gleam in her eye told me I was on target.

It didn't take long for me to find an excuse to punish my wife. The next Sunday night I was going through the bills when I discovered that Wendy had managed to run up more than $2,500 in clothing purchases. While I like her to dress well we are on a strict budget. That money could have been better spent. I decided to confront her.

"I'm sorry", she pouted, "I got carried away. It won't happen again."

"I don't think it will either," I said, "you've just earned yourself a week in diapers."

Her head snapped up and her cheeks started to blush. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that you will wear diapers from now until next Saturday night. You'll wear them all day and you'll use them for everything, unless I'm around to take you to the potty."

She was beginning to breathe heavily. "You can't be serious."

I told her to wait in the living room. I went to the bedroom and spread out two Attends, a pair of plastic pants and one of the locking belts, just in case she decided to take her diapers off in the middle of the night. Then I went to fetch her from the living room.

She blushed and trembled when she saw the diapers. I could tell she was

getting turned on. Then she saw the retention belt. "What's that?"

"The nurses call it a diaper lock. It stops you from taking your diapers

off."

Wendy gulped. "Really."

"Well, what are you waiting for? It's time to put you into diapers."

Wendy's hands trembled as she slipped out of her jean skirt. When she took off her blouse I saw her erect nipples and knew that I would find her wet between the legs. She peeled down her panties and pantyhose. The crotch of the panties was already wet.

I guided her onto the Attends and began to apply powder. She stared down at what was being done to her, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She was pretty horny alright and so was I but I also wanted to get her into diapers. Just as I was about to bring the Attends up between her legs she grabbed at the snap of my jeans. "Do me!" she said breathlessly as she struggled with the denim. I was more than happy to oblige.

It was a hot session and Wendy fell asleep right afterward. She was still positioned on the Attends, (whose placement had saved a few stains on the sheets) so I gently pulled the first diaper up between her legs and taped it as snugly as I could manage without waking her. I repeated my efforts on the second diaper and stood back.

She looked darling. The extra thick, pampers-like white diapers at her crotch seemed to force her legs apart and she looked very contented. I knew I couldn't get the pants on her while she slept so I bided my time. The nurses had told me that Attends weren't exactly the most comfortable underwear in the world. Sooner or later Wendy was going to wake up.

As soon as I heard her stirring I came back to the bedroom to find her standing beside the bed, running her hands over the taunt plastic shell of her diapers. "You weren't kidding" she said in a tiny voice as she stared down at her strange attire.

"I wasn't kidding at all." I said as I picked up the plastic panties. "Let's get a pair of these on you."

She looked at the panties suspiciously. "I don't think these diapers will leak. I may not even wet them."

I kneeled down and got the panties ready for her to step into. "It's not open for discussion. Great sex or not you're going to spend the week in diapers, starting right now." I looked up to see a blush cross her cheeks and her nipples were getting hard again. She stepped into the panties and I worked them up her legs. I made sure all the diapers were captured inside their waterproof waist and leg openings.

Wendy took a few trial steps around the bedroom while I prepared the diaper lock. "Sure feels strange." she mumbled. 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 door way with a confused look on her face. She kept glancing down the hall toward the bath room. "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 in color. 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. 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 at 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 a 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."

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