The Transformation - Part 5 (Patreon)

It was amazing just how much of a difference that made, just knowing that she didn't even have those awful, girly panties to revert back to, and certainly not her real underwear. As if she could forget - since she had them on all the time - every time she opened that drawer, she saw rows and rows of disposable bedwetter pants staring back at her, reminding her of what she'd done.

And what she continued to do, unfortunately. At work, she was usually fine, although sometimes she had a few close calls when she first got there, or after lunch... At home, however, it was a different story. Alex had installed a lock on the bathroom, refusing to give her a key, so, whenever she had to go, she had to find him first and be subjected to a thorough check before he would lead her, by the hand, to the bathroom and unlock it for her.

The mornings were the worst... She always woke up before him, leaving her either squirming uncomfortably beside him, or pacing, waiting for him to wake up - he was such a heavy sleeper, it was nearly impossible to get him up on her own, almost as if he were doing it on purpose - in her pajamas, which were just a t-shirt and her underwear... Or, now, her Goodnite. If only she knew where he kept the key, she could let herself in, but he had a very good hiding spot, and never let her catch him using it, so, almost every morning, once he was finally awake, he'd ask her how she did, and she had to bashfully lift the hem of her shirt and show off her wet pants.

Thanks to all that, the supply of Goodnites was rapidly dwindling, which just put Ashley more on edge, expecting another trip to the store. Instead, Alex sat her down one night and told her, "This isn't working... These Goodnites are meant for little girls who are almost done with their potty training, who only need them at night, every now and then... But that isn't you, is it?"

"No," Ashley shook her head, not realizing the trap until it was too late. "I-I mean, I don't need them at all! If you'd just give me the key to the bathroom, I..."

"How many times have I changed you, young lady?" he asked.

"Just because you won't let me do it myself," she grumbled.

"How many mornings have you woken up dry in the past week?"

"None!" she insisted. "I wake up perfectly dry, but then you're still asleep, so I can't..."

"I'm tired of excuses," he shook his head. "Every morning, I wake up, and you are soaked, practically leaking... Every day, you come to me, begging for the bathroom, and you can't even wait two minutes for me to get the door unlocked before you soak your pants. Those Goodnites are not nearly big enough to handle your accidents. I have a few sites bookmarked for you on the computer... Before the end of the day, I want you to go to them and buy yourself some diapers - yes, real diapers, I don't want to hear any arguments, young lady. I'm leaving the design up to you, but if you don't do it, I'll pick them out for you."

Diapers... Just the word itself made her feel a little queasy, and sitting there, in her Goodnite, scrolling through those pages, realizing she was about to wind up wearing those, made it even worse. They look so much bigger, and bulkier, than even her Goodnites, and they were all so babyish... Which made sense, she supposed, given what they were, yet they all seemed to be sized for her. She wasn't even sure where Alex would have found these...

They were mostly pink, and/or they had designs with kittens, or blocks spelling out 'Baby', or princesses, or fairies... Things she would never, in a million years, wear, even under her clothes, where - hopefully - nobody would see them. The plain white ones were almost even worse, though... That page bragged about how thick and absorbent they were, and the starkness of them somehow made them seem the most infantile.

Thankfully, with a little digging, she found some that, while still being a diaper, at least fit her style a bit better. She even felt pretty clever, having discovered them, as she placed her order, before remembering what they were. As the mouse hovered over the buy button, she pondered whether she should even do it, or if she should tell Alex he was being ridiculous about this whole thing... Then, she remembered that real accident she'd had, back on the first day, and the many she'd had since. Sure, a lot of them had been because she was waiting on the bathroom key, but she should have been able to hold it that long... She wasn't a baby, not really...

In the end, she did buy the diapers, and, after days of those silly, purple butterflies, she was almost excited to get them. She got home before Alex the day they arrived, and, almost without thinking, she slipped out of her Goodnites and taped one on. It took a couple tries to get it on right, and when she did, she realized just how much thicker they were, and louder, too, every movement producing a distracting crinkle.

But she couldn't deny that the design was fun, with all those black skull and crossbones, so she took a quick selfie of herself in them to send to Alex, then, curious, went to her closet, digging through her clothes until she found an outfit that went over the bulky things, and mostly hid the bulge.

Once again, she felt proud of herself, discovering a way to feel like the old her again, even with those thick diapers. She was pretty sure she could go out like this, and nobody would even know... She decided to take another picture and see what Alex thought. Surely, he was going to love it... At last, he could have his old girlfriend back, despite her little problem...