Transference - Part 3 (Patreon)

Jenny very quickly got used to her new routine: Wake up, go to work, rush home to change so she could make it to her tutor's on time - she got a punishment right out of the gate if she was late - then go home to do her homework. A little too quickly, really... 

After a week or two, she told herself it was enough, that she could enjoy her diapers without all of that, but when she texted the woman, she claimed Jenny had simply stolen her mother's phone; when she didn't show up to the woman's house one day, the woman showed up in her driveway, refusing to leave until Jenny came out in her uniform and diaper, half-finished homework under her arm. Once they got to the woman's house, she'd gotten a spanking and lines to write, even before the actual tutoring began.

Clearly, it had all gotten out of hand... She could imagine her ex-boyfriend getting quite the kick out of this, especially since he hadn't had anything to do with this, other than planting the original idea in her head. 

Trying to take back some modicum of control, Jenny decided that she should at least stop the diapers. It was a fun sort of humiliating, doing her assignments, knowing her tutor was well aware of the thick, infantile garment under her skirt, but she had to reclaim something of her adulthood.

Almost as soon as she walked in the door, her tutor snapped, "And where is your diaper, young lady?"

Jenny blushed - had they really been that obvious before that their absence could be noticed so quickly? She'd thought if she sat, and walked, carefully, she was hiding them all right, but maybe she had been wrong. "I-I got my grades up enough that my parents told me I didn't have to wear them," she said. Her plan was for the grades to gradually - not too fast, or it would be suspicious - improve, until she didn't need tutoring at all.

Unfortunately, that plan failed instantly. "And where is your report card to show that?" the tutor demanded.

"I... Well, I left it at home, but..." Jenny squirmed.

"Well, your parents haven't informed me anything has changed. Your mother told me I was to improve your grades by whatever means necessary," the woman said. "And those diapers seem to do wonders for your behavior. Until you can show me proof that I've actually succeeded, or I hear from your parents themselves, I'm going to insist you stay in them. In fact, I'll be sending a note home with you tonight... The fact that you're here without them now proves you can't be trusted. You're going to have a new mandatory piece of wardrobe for your sessions with me, and I'm going to suggest that you stay in them full-time."

"What?" Jenny asked, wide-eyed. 

"Locking plastic pants," the tutor told her. "I'll tell your parents several places they can be purchased, and I expect them to acquire them by next week. From then, you will be staying in your diaper, at least during our sessions, for the entire time, no matter what."

"E-Even for..?" Jenny nibbled her lip anxiously, wrinkling her nose when the woman nodded. The tutor had been letting her use the toilet if she had to poop, though with some reluctance... Apparently, even that was about to stop.

Despite knowing there was nobody there for her to turn the note over to, walking into her house with something telling her 'parents' that still made her blush bright red, and want to run, immediately, to her guest room. She'd been gradually collecting more and more big baby stuff, and it was nice to relax in there sometimes on the weekends... But now, she couldn't help imagining being sent there as punishment, having her regular teenage bedroom replaced by a small, but regularly growing, nursery.

She had to admit, the idea was pretty hot, especially once she put herself into a diaper, 'where she belonged'. Playing with her large, stuffed horse quickly turned to humping it, which quickly transitioned to her grabbing her Hitachi. As she sat there on her toy horsie in just a big, thick diaper, rapidly approaching orgasm, she suddenly realized just how thoroughly this fetish had somehow taken over her life... And it hadn't even been hers! Of course, now it was hard to deny that had changed... And in a very big way.