It was too easy for you at that point though to use your building dominance to put her in her diapered place.
It had been almost two weeks of 24/7 diapers before she finally tried rebelling against your diaper orders. Her spiraling diaper timer got and longer and longer by the day. Three days became four, which quickly became one-week. It seemed that keeping her diaper dry for a long period of time was harder than she initially thought.
You dug into a dominate stance and told her the clock just reset to 48-hours.Īnother accident later that day extended the clock to three days before she could go back to regular panties. You weren’t going to let this opportunity pass though. She pleaded about how she had drank a lot of water before bed, and that this one shouldn’t count because it was at night. The next morning you were delighted to the sight of your girlfriend pawing at her properly soaked diaper. But these are the last pair of diapers I wear for you in a long time.” She said completely seriously. “Fine, I’ll play your game today but I’m out of these tomorrow. She didn’t respond until you had finished taping the diaper around her waist. A flush of red flashed across her cheeks. She recoiled in your surprisingly dominate tone. “I’m not the one who couldn’t make it to the potty on time, now was I?” You snapped back. “You just wanted to see me around the house in diapers, don’t you?” She said. Your girlfriend pointed at the erection still getting taller and taller in your pants. Excitement pulsated through you and it was obvious from the growing bulge in your pants. Your hands delicately unfolded the diaper.
Shortly after you pulled her wet pants and underwear off in one swift motion. She rolled her eyes and opened her legs so you could unbutton them. “Like I said, keep your pants dry, and you’ll be out of these soon.” You said, before plucking a disposable diaper out from the pile. You kept the dominate pressure on just right as you walked to the pile of diapers. If she was going to lay down for a diaper change, then there was no time to waste before she changed her mind. You wasted no time in following the momentum of the situation. “Let’s get this over with as quick as possible.” She said, before letting herself fall onto her back. If I don’t, I’ll hear about it for the rest of my life.” She said, before walking toward the base of your shared bed. “24 hours, and I’ll prove it to you I don’t need diapers. “Fine.” She mumbled, as she crossed her arms. The tension peaked once she opened her mouth. You didn’t know what to say, or what to do, the ball was completely in her court. An agonizing silence had fallen between you two. That’s why you didn’t know how she’d react once it came to the defining moment in the conversation. But she’d never been one to indulge in it with you. She was more than understanding of the fact we all have our own fetishes. Your girlfriend had always been open to the idea of you liking and using diapers for pleasure. You’d never gone this far with her before. You felt the ice in your veins run hotter with each passing word. If you really don’t need them, then I’m sure you can make it that long” You said in a smooth, yet commanding tone. If you can keep yourself dry for the next 24 hours, then we’ll let you back into big girl underwear. “If you wet yourself like this, then we need to make sure you’re not sick or something. You pressed to try and gain the dominate upper hand. She knew all about your diaper fetish, and how passionate you were about them. There was no way in hell your girlfriend was getting away with this one. She had just come up to you, in completely soaked pants, asking if you were done with the laundry yet.
She shifted into a defensive stance by popping her hip to the side, and resting a hand on her soaked through jean shorts.Ī heavy wet stain emanated from her crotch, to nearly halfway up her thighs. Come on, people wet themselves all the time!! This doesn’t mean I have to wear diapers!” Your girlfriend pleaded with you.
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