The Transformation - Part 6 (Patreon)

Alex had known exactly what to expect, at least from the first picture... He had, of course, made sure to track her web usage when she went shopping, so he'd seen what she'd purchased, and also knew which ones she'd looked at the longest. It was possible they were the ones that had tempted her the most, other than the ones she'd found, but he had a feeling it was something different, that these had left her feeling the most uncomfortable with her fate... He would have expected one of the more over the top designs to do it, though he could see how the plain, white diapers would do the trick, too.

He'd ordered them for her, of course, and they were set to deliver the next day. He'd planned to get upset with her for not following directions, and put in a 'rush order' for them that night... What he hadn't expected, however, was for Ashley to actually find something in her old clothes that would fit, and fit so well, over her new padded underthings.

That was supposed to be part of the next stage of his plan, after all... She was supposed to get so annoyed at being unable to find any jeans that wouldn't make the diaper bulge super obvious that she'd resort to skirts, and dresses... Things Alex was sure she'd look super cute in, especially with her new diapers underneath. 

It would have been a nice, natural way to move on to the next step in his plan, but, obviously, he was going to have to do something else now. But what? As he looked at those pictures, the answer came to him... It was taking just a bit of a risk, though, for the sake of keeping control over the situation, it was worth it. "We'll talk when I get home, young lady" he texted back to her, refusing to explain any further.

He stopped by the store before returning to the house, finding a nervous Ashley waiting for him. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he demanded, not even giving her a chance to greet him.

"I-I..." she stammered, before seeming to find a little of her old strength, her spine straightening slightly. "I did what you told me!"

"No, you did not," he shook his head, stepping closer, giving her diaper a pat through her jeans. "Do you think I didn't notice these when I was looking?" he asked. He hadn't, or he wouldn't have even let her near that store page. "I knew you would have loved these, but I did my research, and these are barely any more absorbent than your Goodnites... It's totally pointless to go with these!"

"B-But..." she pouted. "They're so much bigger... They must..."

"Well, they aren't big enough," he informed her. "That's why I didn't bookmark them specifically. But, more importantly than that, young lady... Where are your Goodnites?"

"I-I only have one left, it's in..." she pointed towards the bedroom.

"No," he shook his head. "Where's the Goodnite you changed out of? You aren't supposed to do that, are you? You're supposed to let me make sure you haven't had any accidents before you take those off... You didn't do that, did you? Why's that, little lady? Are you trying to hide something?"

"N-No," she blushed. "They're fine, I just... I didn't think..."

"What did you do with them?" She led him to the trash can in the kitchen, and he plucked them out, feeling a pang of relief when, sure enough, he spotted a small damp spot on them. He could have been mad at her anyway, but it would have felt a bit hollow... Now, he had some real ammunition. "You call this 'fine'?!" he shoved them towards her, and she backed away quickly.

"Clearly, you don't understand that I'm doing this to try to help you," he shook his head. "You're far too close to the issue... You don't see what a huge problem you really have, so I guess I'll just have to show you. I don't make up these rules to be mean... But, clearly, there need to be consequences when you break them. I'm sorry to have to do this, you just aren't leaving me any choice..."

He grabbed her wrist, sitting down in one of the chairs in the kitchen and pulling her over his lap. He started out like that, swatting the rear of her diapered booty while she blushed and squirmed, embarrassed, but clearly not bothered otherwise. Then, after a couple minutes, he slid down her pants, and her diaper, and really went to town, listening to her annoyed, "Let me up!"s turn to more frantic, "Stop!"s, with a few, "You can't do this, I'm not a baby!"s thrown in, before, finally, once her backside was nice and pink and sore, reverting to a tearful, "I'm sorry!"

"I'm sure  you are," he told her, giving her a hug. "But I'm afraid that's just the beginning... Did you even know your diaper was already wet again?"

"Wh-what?!" she sniffled. 

It hadn't been, but he doubted she was in any position to remember that at the moment, and he'd make sure to throw her old diaper away, and take the trash out, before she had a chance to confirm. "It was," he lied. "You need those diapers, because you're going too much for your poor Goodnites to handle, but clearly even these diapers are too thick, so you don't even notice your little accidents... I think, when you're at home, we'd better keep you in just a shirt and diaper, so I can keep an eye on you."

"B-But..." her cheeks lit up.

"It'll be just like bedtime," he reassured her. "Except, all the time. Don't worry, you'll get used to it... But, that's for your own good. We need a punishment for you, too..."

"W-Wasn't my spanking..?" she whimpered.

"That was part of one punishment," he said. "But you broke two rules, didn't you? And I wouldn't want to spank you again so soon... So, we'll have to do something else." He led her back to the living room, back to the bag he'd brought in. "From now on, for as long as the punishment lasts, I get to choose what you wear... And, since it is a punishment..." 

He reached into the bag, pulling out a pink t-shirt. He saw her nose wrinkle at the very color, which was how he expected her to react. "I know, I know... But, like I said, I want to make sure you know you're being punished. As long as you keep from breaking any rules, it'll only be for when we're at home... Well, other than one thing."

He took out a hair bow. It was huge, impossible to miss, and certainly looked more like the sort of thing a little girl would wear, rather than a grown woman. "You are to wear this at all times, even to work. And," he cut her off before she could say anything, "if you complain, I'll take back what I said about only choosing the rest of your clothes here. Now, let's get you in your new shirt so you can finish your first punishment... It's back to time out for you, young lady, to think about what you've done while I put a rush order in for some real diapers for you... Until then, we'll just have to double up, I guess. For now, though, I want to see that pink shirt, and that pink bottom, in the corner. Let's go!"