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A Very Naughty Girl
Published: January 24th 2021, 3:00:02 pm
A multi-picture caption for an anonymous Patron. Pictures property of the seemingly now-defunct Wellpadded.co.uk and ILuvDiapers.
"I'm a very naughty girl," Karina cooed, adjusting the headband, and the rabbit ears attached to it.
"Wait, so they aren't yours?" Chaz chuckled. "You stole them from work?"
"'Stole' is such a strong word," Karina batted her eyes. "I'll take them back... I just knew how much you liked them, so I borrowed them for the night."
"So nice, but so naughty..." Chaz shook his head. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
"Oh, I have a few ideas," Karina grinned, reaching for his belt, starting to unbuckle it. She could see his hesitation, but that only spurred her onwards, as his hand ran up her shapely legs, under her tiny skirt, the two of them kissing, stumbling down the hall, towards his bedroom...
"Are you sure about this?" Karina asked. "I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble with your girlfriend..." It was a lie - she adored the thought of tempting guys away from their girlfriends, that she was hot enough to do that, and then leaving them in the dust for her next conquest - though one she'd learned was necessary in some cases, to make them think she felt as guilty as they did, as if that, somehow, made it better.
"She's out of town," he told her. "She'll never know."
"Perfect," she said, hopping up onto his bed, spreading her legs wide. "Then we can take all the time we..."
Something had felt odd, but, at first, she noticed mostly the warmth, and that was nothing new in this situation, although, a moment later, she'd realize it wasn't quite the same as what she was used to. Her thighs were already splayed, so it wasn't until she reached down, ready to slide her panties off, that it truly hit her, her fingertips sliding across smooth plastic, instead of skimpy cloth...
She frowned, looking down at herself, heart speeding up as she saw that there was very much still cloth there, too... Except, now, there was nothing skimpy about it. Impossibly, her G-string had grown and expanded what seemed like a thousand-fold, turning into what may have been the exact opposite... A giant, bulky, white, cloth diaper, covered with a pair of plastic panties.
"What the hell?!" she squealed, her persona as the master seductress vanishing in an instant as she pawed at the thick, childish garment, head spinning. "Wh-What did you...?!"
She glared up at Chaz, but, of course, there was no way it could have been him. He was still standing halfway across the room, eyes bulging nearly as much as hers had, dumbfounded. He'd been nowhere close to her, nor had anyone else... Even if they had, there was no way anybody could have put her into these things so quickly, without her noticing.
If anything, she realized, cheeks burning, it would have looked like that's what she'd been wearing all along, if Chaz had glanced away from a moment... Or even if he hadn't, his brain probably telling him the split second he'd seen her real underwear was the illusion. "N-No, I-I don't..." she stammered, shaking her head. "I-I don't need these! You've seen me at the club! You know that!"
These things were so big, a pillow of padding between her legs... She doubted she could have walked normally in them, much less danced. He had to know they hadn't been under her skirt, as they'd fooled around in the hallway, on the way to the bedroom... Or just as she'd followed him to the apartment... She hadn't been waddling like an oversized toddler, hadn't been crinkling, the way she was now, every movement, however small, accompanied by that awful, infantile sound...
"I'm not a baby!" she whined, as the tears welling in her eyes made her sound more and more like one, growing only worse as she tugged at the waistband of the plastic pants, and they refused to budge. "I-I'm not! I-I'm a big girl... I-I'm your naughty girl, remember?"
But, as she laid there, struggling helplessly with her diapers, it looked more like her naughtiness needed to be punished with a spanking and an early bedtime, rather than what she'd come here hoping for.
"I think you'd better go," Chaz had told her, and, reluctantly, only when she accepted that clearly nothing was going to happen between them now, she agreed, meekly shuffling back to her car, blushing all the while once she'd stood up from the bed, and saw that her dress wasn't long enough to cover the diapers.
She was used to the morning walk of shame, had learned to revel in it... This one was completely different, however. It was coming mere minutes after going into the apartment, and she'd gotten nothing out of it... And she felt truly ashamed, waddling her way down the halls towards the parking lot, knowing her diaper was peeking out from under her skirt, no matter how hard she tried to pull it downwards, to lengthen it.
Back home, she tried again to get the plastic pants off, pulling, tugging, even getting out a pair of scissors to hack at them... But the scissors broke before the pants did, the two halves splitting apart, falling to the floor uselessly as she huffed, stomping her foot like a fussy toddler. What was she going to do?! She was trapped in these awful things! She wasn't sure she had any clothes that would fit over them without having them poke or bulge out obviously... She couldn't go anywhere, certainly not to work...
And, more immediately concerning, she couldn't go to the bathroom, either. Her bladder was beginning to get full, and, try as she might, the plastic pants, and, thus, the diapers underneath, were staying on. Finally, out of desperation, she sat on her toilet, trying to pretend she didn't feel the padding between her and the seat, and closed her eyes, letting go, feeling the warm wetness spread all around her, soaking into the cloth...
"Oh, gross!" she wrinkled her nose, staring down at her now soggy diaper, grabbing at it through the plastic pants, trying to pull it away from her skin, wondering how long she'd be stuck like this... And, at last, seeing the plastic pants move. Experimentally, she moved her hands up to the waistband, gave them a tug, and they moved, so, in a flash, before anything changed, she whipped them down, kicking them off her feet as she fumbled to get the wet diaper off as well.
She didn't understand exactly what happened, and, now that it was over, she decided it was better not to think about it. There was no explanation she was going to like, or that was going to do anything but freak her out more, so she did her best to pretend it hadn't happened, happy to take a shower and get back into real underwear to go to bed.
She'd nearly managed to convince herself it was an eerily realistic nightmare by the time she got to the club the next day, returning the bunny ear headband she'd stolen back to where it belonged, for whoever was on duty as a waitress tonight, since this was her night to dance. She slipped into her outfit, admiring herself in the mirror, telling herself there was no way anyone as sexy as her could possibly have been wearing a diaper the night before... And she definitely wasn't now, the costume nowhere close to big enough to hide that, or anything else, for that matter.
She was ready to throw herself into it, to wipe away the last of her bad memories of the night before by giving her audience the best dance they'd ever seen... But, almost as soon as she stepped onto the stage, she could feel something happening.
She tried to ignore it, not wanting to look down at herself, to have a repeat of the night before, as she felt more of her skin being blocked from the feel of the air conditioner on it, as her strut became clumsier, her attempts at walking normal growing more and more difficult, in a way that was far too familiar...
Trying to defy what she knew was happening, she grabbed for the pole, ready to begin... But her balance was completely off, and, as soon as she tried a move, she tumbled straight to the ground... Though the impact was definitely not as bad as it should have been, cushioned by something, and accompanied by a loud crinkle...
And, instead of the usual catcalls and cheering, as she sat there, blushing and sniffling, she heard snickering and jeering. "N-No, stop!" she begged. "I-I know how to undo it!" She thought she was going to wet herself again, but, as she tried, she felt something else happen, the seat of her plastic pants crackling, swelling outwards, growing taut as something warm and mushy began to spill into her diaper, right in front of everyone...
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"Yes, nice to see you, too," Enid smiled, returning her boyfriend's kiss. "Were you a good boy while I was away?"
"Of course," Chaz nodded. "You know I learned my lesson last time... I'd never try to cheat on you again, sweetie."
Enid raised an eyebrow; did he really think she didn't know? That she hadn't felt the trap spell she'd set on their bed go off, even hundreds of miles away? Or was it that he'd enjoyed seeing the consequences of it?
Either way, it was fine with Enid... She knew nothing had happened, couldn't have happened. Even if whoever Chaz had brought over had figured out how to get out of the diaper before leaving, the spell would remain, would kick back in, more powerful than ever, the next time they tried to seduce Chaz... Or any other man already in a relationship.
