All she had to do was pause Netflix and run to the bathroom. Whitney was just a little too comfy though. The remote was half way across the room and the show was just getting good. She was wearing a diaper anyway, the bathroom seemed like more trouble than it was worth.
As she gave into the laziness and released herself, she felt the warmth between her legs spreading. She vaguely remembered that her boyfriend had warned her to use the potty half an hour ago. She really didn't have to go then and ignored his pestering , but now her diaper was thoroughly soaked. Whitney shifted around a little to compensate for the swelling diaper. She quickly got back into a comfortable position and resumed her show. There was no way her boyfriend would mind her wetting, even if he had warned her.
When her boyfriend came back to find her is a flooded diaper and in the same position he left her in, he had some punishment in mind. If Whitney wanted to rely on her diapers so much, he would give her the opportunity. He headed off to her dresser and replaced all her underwear with diapers. Whitney's panties were locked away in a safe spot. If she wanted to dress like a big girl again, she would need to go through potty training again.
Maybe it was a bit harsh but he liked to think of it as a bonding exercise. He couldn't help but smile at the idea of Whitney desperately trying to keep her diaper dry to prove she was a big girl. For the next few months, she would come to him every night for a diaper check and change if needed. She ended up wet more often then not, which pushed back her release from padding more and more. Her boyfriend started to get the sneaking suspicion that Whitney liked wearing 24/7. Maybe his punishment wasn't a punishment at all. In the end, he tried to punish his diaper girl, and instead gave her exactly what she wanted.
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