Your Girlfriend Parts 1 & 2 (Patreon)

(This may have come from a personal fantasy of mine ;) (It totally did) )

“It was JUST an accident. Come on, people wet themselves all the time!! This doesn’t mean I have to wear diapers!” Your girlfriend pleaded with you. She shifted into a defensive stance by popping her hip to the side, and resting a hand on her soaked through jean shorts. 

A heavy wet stain emanated from her crotch, to nearly halfway up her thighs. You didn’t know when or how it happened. She had just come up to you, in completely soaked pants, asking if you were done with the laundry yet.

You exhaled sharply through your nose. There was no way in hell your girlfriend was getting away with this one. She knew all about your diaper fetish, and how passionate you were about them. You pressed to try and gain the dominate upper hand.

“If you wet yourself like this, then we need to make sure you’re not sick or something.. If you can keep yourself dry for the next 24 hours, then we’ll let you back into big girl underwear. 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. You felt the ice in your veins run hotter with each passing word. 

You’d never gone this far with her before. Your girlfriend had always been open to the idea of you liking and using diapers for pleasure. She was more than understanding of the fact we all have our own fetishes. But she’d never been one to indulge in it with you. 

That’s why you didn’t know how she’d react once it came to the defining moment in the conversation. An agonizing silence had fallen between you two. You didn’t know what to say, or what to do, the ball was completely in her court. The tension peaked once she opened her mouth.

“Fine.” She mumbled, as she crossed her arms. “24 hours, and I’ll prove it to you I don’t need diapers. 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. “Let’s get this over with as quick as possible.” She said, before letting herself fall onto her back. 

You wasted no time in following the momentum of the situation. If she was going to lay down for a diaper change, then there was no time to waste before she changed her mind. You kept the dominate pressure on just right as you walked to the pile of diapers.

“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. She rolled her eyes and opened her legs so you could unbutton them. Shortly after you pulled her wet pants and underwear off in one swift motion. Your hands delicately unfolded the diaper. Excitement pulsated through you; and it was obvious from the growing bulge in your pants.

Your girlfriend pointed at the erection still getting taller and taller in your pants. “You just wanted to see me around the house in diapers, don’t you?” She said.

“I’m not the one who couldn’t make it to the potty on time, now was I?” You snapped back. She recoiled in your surprisingly dominate tone. A flush of red flashed across her cheeks. She didn’t respond until you had finished taping the diaper around her waist.

“Fine, I’ll play your game today; but I’m out of these tomorrow. But these are the last pair of diapers I wear for you in a long time.” She said completely seriously. 

***

She didn’t even last the night. The next morning you were delighted to the sight of your girlfriend pawing at her properly soaked diaper. 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. You weren’t going to let this opportunity pass though. You dug into a dominate stance and told her the clock just reset to 48-hours. 

Another accident later that day extended the clock to three days before she could go back to regular panties. It seemed that keeping her diaper dry for a long period of time was harder than she initially thought. Three days became four, which quickly became one-week.

Her spiraling diaper timer got and longer and longer by the day. It had been almost two weeks of 24/7 diapers before she finally tried rebelling against your diaper orders. It was too easy for you at that point though to use your building dominance to put her in her diapered place. All you had to do was simply remind her that if she was going to wet diapers like a baby, then she wouldn’t be able to make decisions about her underwear like an adult.

You and your girlfriend watched as her timer grew from weeks to months of dry diapers before she could get back into panties. It was at that point you it was time to start making your final changes to the guestroom furniture.

It was nothing major at first. It was simple stuff like cute pillows, a few sheep stuffed animals, and a child-channel locked TV. You started forcing your girlfriend to spend time in there while you were away so she wouldn’t “potentially leak over our good furniture.” She was far too deep in her diapered role to argue with you at that point. Your girlfriend’s time in the make-shift nursery increased more and more as you forced her to spend “alone time in her room”.

Overtime “her room”, transformed into a full-fledged adult sized nursery. You placed an eggshell white bureau in as her diaper drawer. The guest bed went, and in place of it, an adult sized crib completes with tall white bars. You even put in a large changing table so you wouldn’t have to continuously change her on the floor.

Your girlfriend put up little resistance to the changes in her room. She would casually mention where it was you got all these new items, but there was never a discussion about why they were there. Your girlfriend simply went along with the changes, as well as the increased amount of time you put her in there.

She became so used to her daily routine, that you didn’t even have to tell her anymore to crawl to the nursery to get her soaked nighttime diaper changed. Even after she was taped into her thick daytime diapers, she spent most of her time playing around in the nursery.

It really hit you one day while you were watching your girlfriend in the nursery. Her eyes locked onto Dora the Explorer, while she chewed the nipple of a freshly emptied milk bottle. How was it this easy to turn her life into this? Sure, it had been a couple months of gradual change. But even she had to realize how babyish her life had become. What grown adult watches children’s shows in a wet diaper during the middle of a workday?

You watched in secrecy as your girlfriend started doing something rather strange. You raised an eyebrow as she dropped her bottle and shifted onto her knees. Moments later, she leaned forward and closed her eyes.

“Mmm….” She whispered, her face looked like she was in a state of bliss. Her diaper started to sag even deeper as a flood of pee flew into her crotch. The yellow stain started creeping up her bum as the pee searched for a spot that wasn’t already at maximum capacity.

“Hey?” You said, walking into the nursery in the middle of your girlfriend’s deliberate wetting. Her eyes opened once she heard your voice, but she didn’t break her stance. “Are you going on purpose?! You didn’t even try to make it to the potty!!” You exclaimed. Your girlfriend looked up at you and smiled.

“I knew you’d put me back in diapers if I started wetting myself.” She said in a low, sexy tone.

“Wait.. what?” You said, completely confused.

“The wet jean- *Grunt* -Sshorts. I wet them on purpose. I knew you’d- *Grunt* D-iaper me.” She said. Your mouth hung open in shock. Your girlfriend continued, “If I kept having accidents. I knew you’d put me in diapers for being a-- *Grunt* Ahh….” Your girlfriend stopped, as a heavy mess dumped into the bottom of her diaper. Her face beamed while she relished in her now messy diaper. She finished her sentence a split second later, “For being a potty pants.” She said, smiling.

Before you could react, she pointed toward your pants. “Now, are you going to start having ‘accidents’ too and go back into diapers with me? Or are you just gonna keep playing Daddy?” your girlfriend said.

You stood there, completely shocked at what just transpired. This was all happening so fast.

You knew the answer though before you even started thinking about it. You smiled, took a step into the nursery, and made your choice.