Wendy's Week In Diapers

Part 4

Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 4

From Bytemine

Two things happened just as I turned on the ghetto blaster. First, I spotted the kid who had seen me, putting on the diaper. Second, the catheter delivered a big rush of pee and I had to hold still for a second to let the diaper do its job. That got me even more attention.

I started the warm up and discovered that my plastic panties were making a lot of noise, not to mention the fact that they trapped my body heat. I also realized that jumping around made me leak pee like a stuck pig. Every time I moved I could feel more water arriving. I didn't know how much pee I had in me but I knew I was about to find out.

Time seemed to grind to a halt. I was getting wetter by the second and my diaper now felt like a hot itchy oven. But I couldn't scratch myself there or try and adjust it. Twenty people had their eyes on me. I prayed the diaper and plastic panties wouldn't leak. It was real torture not knowing if there were any wet spots to betray me.

I also noticed that the kid who had seen me in the stall was working her way toward the front of the class. She had the devil in her eye, that one, and I was getting scared of her.

Fortunately the tape jammed with five minutes left to go. I was so relieved that I forgot myself and turned my back to the class as I squatted down to hit the "stop" button.

Somehow I knew I was exposed, even before the damn kid screamed it out, "Those are plastic pants! See Mommy! She is wearing a diaper!"

I felt my face get hot. I was trapped. If I turned to hide my secret I would have to face them. The seconds ticked by; they felt like minutes. Finally I stood up slowly and turned around.

They were all standing their, stock still, with their mouths open and their eyes bulging. I couldn't meet their eyes. Without thinking about it I reached around to feel in the small of my back. Sure enough I could feel the waist of the plastic panties and even the top of the Attends. Summoning every ounce of my strength I walked out of the room as calmly as I could.

There was another surprise waiting for me in the locker room. The maintenance staff had roped off all the cubicles except one with "wet paint" signs. That one cubicle faced the rest of the room square-on. There was no place to hide. I grabbed my gear out of the locker and found a corner, hoping no one would bother me.

As I slumped down on the bench I happened to look down at my crotch just in time to see a big dark wet spot appear there, testimony to the fact that the Attends had given up hope. So much for wearing my track suit home.

Just then the rest of the women started arriving. I closed my eyes, not wanting to meet their questioning expressions.

Finally I sensed there was someone standing in front of me. It was Judy.

I was never so glad to see someone in my life! She had just arrived for a squash game. I didn't have to explain my problem. She just took over.

She ordered me to take off my track pants as she started fishing around in my gym bag. I sort of hid behind her as my plastic pants came into view.

I've never felt so exposed in all my life. I looked around the room to see if anyone was looking at me. They were but only out of the corners of their eyes.

Judy told me to take off the rest of my track suit. She draped the top over my waist and went to the wash basins to get a face cloth which she used to mop up most of the sweat. Finally she told me to slip the diaper and plastic panties down so she could see to that area too.

I didn't want her touching me there but it seemed as if she had taken control of me. I just did what she said. I was so scared that someone would make a spectacle of me that it never occurred to me that Judy had taken charge.

So I got rid of the diaper and panties as silently as I could but there was still a strong pee smell that made me wince. Before I knew what was happening Judy was spreading my legs and tending to me like I was a baby. I just closed my eyes and tried to forget that almost 30 strangers were watching this happen.

Suddenly I realized how good the wet face cloth felt between my legs. Judy was exploring every crack and crevice, moving the exposed part of the catheter tube as she needed to. Fortunately I had put some Vaseline on the tube during my last change at the office and so it didn't hurt at all when I started to get aroused.

Soon I was floating with pleasure. I moaned something to Judy about not wearing a diaper home and she said the words that sent me into orbit. "You've no choice in the matter. You'll wear what I put on you -- and for your own good!"

I don't know why she said that. I had never told her about my grandmother, but it was as if she had read my script somewhere. Just as she said it I saw her pick up a fresh diaper and a can of baby powder from my bag and I caught the scent of it. I came so hard I saw stars all the time it took her to powder me all over and tape on a fresh diaper.

If the diaper I had put on just before the class felt good this one was really a slice of heaven. I just relaxed and let Judy do her thing. She must have been a nurse or something because she sure knew how to make me comfy.

I guess I really didn't sober up until I was standing up and she was holding out a dry pair of plastic panties. I had used them earlier in the day but they were dry now. Still, I could smell stale pee in them and it snapped my dream. I stepped into the pants and she brought them up to my waist.

She handed me my garter belt and stockings, told me I was on my own for the rest of it because she was late for her game and then kissed me on the cheek.

I really woke up when walked away, leaving me standing there in a diaper and plastic pants, holding my lingerie in my hands. A couple of the women left from my class tried hard not to stare but that bratty kid just feasted her eyes and kept pulling at her mother's sleeve until she got a swat on her bum for it.

By now there were more people coming in. Since they didn't get to see Judy being nice to me they reacted with a lot of surprise. I started putting on my stockings.

When I had the garter belt on and my seams straight I went looking for my skirt. I was sure it was in my bag but I couldn't find it. I had no choice but to go and look in the locker I had used. The only problem was I was going to have to cross the locker room to do it.

I thought of putting my track suit back on but it was pretty dirty and wet. So I took a deep breath and tried not to think of what I must have looked like as I made my way across to the locker. I could feel people's eyes burning into me every step of the way. I also started to feel horny again as I imagined what questions were flashing through their minds. It's a pretty rare sight to see a mature woman wearing a diaper, plastic panties, a garter belt and seamed stockings and not seeming to care that anyone saw her.

Thankfully the skirt was in the locker and I put it on before heading back to my stuff. I felt a lot better, even though everyone had already seen everything there was to see. I finished getting dressed and stepped into my pumps. The height of the heels attracted a few more silent stares. I guess it didn't fit with the I'm medically-disabled excuse.

When I was finally ready to come home I realized how exhausted I was. I was also pretty horny. The back of my mind had come face to face with the fact that I could not go without a diaper for more than five minutes and that my secret had been discovered. As I hailed a cab a new flood hit the diaper and I seem to have peed myself all the way home.

Now, you've heard the story. I hope I did my part and gave you a real thrill. Will you please let me loose and take me to the potty?"

The story had made me very horny. But the thought of making her use her diapers for a BM made me even hornier. "Hmm. I don't know about that. I'm in need of a little release, myself. Care to oblige me? It could earn you some brownie points."

She gave me a look that clearly said Damn All Men! and then smiled.

"Sure. Just unlock the belt and help yourself. But you had better be quick or things could get unpleasant."

I flashed her one of my Checkmate! smiles. "Oh, I don't think we need go to all that trouble. Why don't I just make myself comfortable here while you put that precocious little mouth of yours to work." I dropped my jeans while the comprehension registered on her face.

The pouting little girl came back. "You can't!" she pleaded while tugging at her tethered wrists. "You just can't!"

"Can't do what?" I asked sweetly as my shirt and underwear joined the jeans on the floor. This was definitely interesting.

"I really have to go!" she wailed, although I knew her well enough not to be fooled. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were hard. She was enjoying this.

"Me first" I said.

By now I was lying on the bed perpendicular to her. She grits her teeth and began to move into position to take me in her mouth. Just as I began to wonder how advisable it was to let her teeth get that close to my wedding tackle I felt her warm, moist lips encompass me and I began my own little journey to heaven.

Wendy was having trouble managing the stocks and my cock in her mouth at the same time. Finally she discovered she could get some support if she propped one end of the stocks on the bed and took me from an angle. She kept making little grunting sounds and writhing her hips very seductively. Since she had a good incentive to bring me off quickly she was working her tongue over-time and I was really rising to the occasion.

The hornier I got the closer Wendy came to loading her diapers. I could tell by the thigh-squeezing, grunting and pauses for breath. A couple of times she looked up at me with an Isn't-this-over-yet? expression. In the middle of that there would be a cramp or a spasm and her eyes would take on a distant, far-away look.

Finally I was coming in great waves of wonderfulness. Wendy sucked and sucked until I was too sensitive to let her continue. Then she rolled to one side.

"Please!" she gasped and then gave out with a little shriek. I looked over to see her lying on her back with the greatest look of surprise on her face that you can imagine. Her hips moved, her back arched up and down as if possessed by some demon. She looked back at me, shocked by what was happening to her.

It would have been over in a few seconds if it hadn't been for the diaper lock. Once Wendy's body had decided it was going to expel it wasn't going to give up because something got in the way! Wendy's bowels had taken control of her. She looked just like a surprised toddler as she became obsessed with the need to fill her diapers.

Puff and grunt. Puff and grunt. She struggled against the wide leather strap that had been locked snugly between her legs. I could hear her breathing, feel her exertions through the mattress.

I knew she was making progress but she wouldn't be very comfortable. As the efforts subsided and she began to regain her composure her expression changed. "I just messed myself," she said in a little-girl voice.

She looked down at the thick diapers between her legs, no doubt feeling the heavy wet mess inside them, and then looked at the stocks that held her hands helpless. Finally she flexed her legs together and suddenly began to orgasm.

Her whole body trembled with the force of it. Great wracking waves of pleasure that absorbed her consciousness. For once, it was fun to be a spectator. As she finished and began to catch her breath I put my mind on what to do next.

It came down to just how much of a punishment I wanted Wendy's diapers to be. Bound up in the stocks, her diaper locked on tight, she was in no condition to do anything but bargain with me. I glanced over to see her looking at me expectantly, almost afraid to put voice to the question that must surely be nagging her - would I change her?

I made my decision. Wendy would stay in her dirty diapers for a couple of hours, just to let her know what it felt like. I knew that I would either change her or let her change herself before bed time but I sure wasn't going to let her know that.

Without saying a word I began to release her from the stocks. She looked up at me with an embarrassed smile, grateful for the prospect of relief.

As soon as the stocks fell away she stood up, very carefully, and

presented the lock at the rear of the retention belt for my attention. Trying hard not to smile I just got up and started to walk out of the room.

"Jim!" she whimpered. It was such a pitiful sound that I almost gave in to it.

"Yes, dear?" I said in as normal voice as I could manage.

"Aren't you... You know... change me?"

I looked back at her, standing with her legs wide apart, half bent forward as she tried to avoid feeling the mess in her diaper. She was pathetically pretty and again I almost recanted my plan but I didn't. "And why should I do that?"

She let her gaze drop to the floor as a low moan escaped from her throat.

"Please. Don't play with me. I need to be changed and right now." Her voice was soft but her tone was sincere.

"I'll think about it." I said cheerfully and went to the living room. I rescued two beers from the kitchen along the way. I wanted Wendy to be very ready for her next diaper change.

I won't bore you with the antics and pleading I endured for the next hour.

Wendy dared not sit down and yet moving wasn't any fun for her either. I kept her drinking beer - which she didn't want - and waited for the inevitable wetting. She tried various ways of sitting on the floor while she kept up a steady stream of complaints, attempts at bribery and good old pouting. Finally I had heard enough.

"Do you really want to bargain?" I asked. At that point I was ready to leave her in those diapers all night. She nodded. "Okay. Here's the deal. You'll never wear pantyhose again, only garter belts and stockings." I paused and she gulped as she nodded. So far so good. "You agree that I can put you back into diapers any time I want to." She gulped harder at that but she did nod. Now for the prize. "And I want you to agree to wear a chastity belt any time I want you to."

She blushed a deep red. I knew I had hit pay dirt. The whole diaper thing for Wendy was just a chastity belt in disguise. She stared at the floor and seemed to spend a lot of time clearing her throat.

I saw her run her hands over the slick plastic of her panties, feeling how snug and tight the leather belt was and she even reached around to fondle the small padlock at her back. I wondered what she was imagining - was she weighing the discomforts that I described against what she was suffering now? What would I do if she refused the offer and just waited for me to change her?

"Okay." she said softly as her cheeks turned crimson.

"Tell me what you are agreeing to." I wanted to hear the words from her ruby lips.

"I agree not to wear pantyhose any more, just garter belts and stockings. I'll let you put me in diapers whenever you want and I'll wear a chastity belt too."

"Fine." I said as I took out the keys to the retention belt. Not trusting her, I took her back to the bedroom where she was committed into the care of the trusty and reliable stocks before I unlocked her diaper belt. Then I helped her into the shower where I stripped down her diapers, used the hand-held shower head to clean her up and marched her back to the bedroom for more diapers and a renewed acquaintance with the diaper lock. She didn't say much through all of this and we didn't converse again before falling asleep.