I can’t wait for Stacee Skye to get here, because hopefully I’m going to be able to give her some training that she’s needed for a long time. I’m just going to get her dressed up and let her go about her business until she pisses her panties. And since she can’t hold it like a big girl, I’ll have to put her in a diaper. The good news for her is that since she is coming off of a road trip, she should be fairly close to the bursting point and it shouldn’t take too long for her to make a mess.
I haven’t had a chance to go out and get her some real little girl diapers, but I did manage to gather a collection of oversized cotton panties. Combined with some absorbent toweling, it should be enough to keep it all in and make her waddle about. And no big girl diapers would be complete without at least one pair of panty hose over the whole thing. Besides, the hose should do a decent job of keeping any messy leaks contained.
Now I know that Stacee Skye has no interest in using the diaper like the baby she is, so I may be required to help her along in filling her diaper by having her hold an enema while she pulls the diaper back on. If this still doesn’t work, I’ll eventually fill the diaper for her. I wouldn’t want to use these measures too early–she’ll be spending 5 times as long in her diaper once she messes it as it took to get it messed in the first place. So if it takes her a couple of hours to mess it, she’ll be sleeping in her dirty diaper all night.
I see she’s almost here. When she arrives, she’ll find this note on the door:
You are to put on a pair of panties and a new bra (both of your choosing). Stuff the bra with more pairs of panties. Then get dressed and you can go outside to have a cigarette.
You are NOT to use the restroom.
I will call for you when I am ready for you.
Such fun is planned.