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Lazy Girl
🕑 Added 2023-06-30 16:25:16 +0000 UTCIt was pretty simple to say that Kelly was beyond pissed off. She knew that she’d kinda been a bitch, but was it really worth this?
It had all started when Kelly and her boyfriend’s plumbing started having problems. The two of them lived in a new cute but small house that had its fair share of little problems. One of the major ones that happened fairly early on was the plumbing having some major issues. It effected an annoyingly large amount of things, but the washing machine and the toilet seemed to be effected the most, constantly needing maintenance done on them.
Her boyfriend Brandon worked hard on both machines for hours, days even to try to fix them, but nothing seemed to work. There was nothing more they could do. They’d need to call in some professionals.
During the week her boyfriend had to work, but Kelly was home basically all day. She had been trying to find a job for a while now, but finding one was just so difficult for her. She went to one or two interviews, but she never seemed to be what they were looking for. (Of course she might have just not been doing her best during the interview because part of her didn’t want to find a job, but that was beside the point in her mind.)
Because he knew Kelly was going to be home all week though while he was at work, Brandon gave her a couple of jobs to do and tracking down and contacting some professionals to fix their toilet and washing machine was on the top of the list.
She called once, but nobody answered. She tried to call them at least and waited around for a while for them to call her back, but then she started craving ice cream and went out to get some. When he got home that evening to find a message on the answering machine, but his girlfriend nowhere to be found, Brandon was not super happy to say the least.
To his annoyance, this pattern repeated itself for much longer than it should have. Kelly having some task or responsibility to take care of to get their house fixed, her starting it but being too lazy to finish it, and then just goofing off instead.
Brandon couldn’t be that mad though...until he looked at their expenses.
Kelly, who still hadn’t found any job whatsoever, had apparently made multiple charges on his credit card to the local laundry mat and at the local gas station. He wasn’t sure what the gas station charges were about, but she was at least supposed to be doing the laundry herself by hand.
When she got home that evening from her apparently daily outing the two got into a serious argument. Kelly claimed the charges for the laundry mat wasn’t a big deal and that she’d run out of clothes to wear and the gas station charges were because the station didn’t let you use the bathroom unless you bought something. So over the course of a few days she’d bought a multitude of unhealthy snacks any time she had to run over there to pee. Now Brandon really was mad. He needed to do something about this...
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One morning, Kelly woke up, secretly planning to slack off for most of the day again, when she found a big note on the fridge for her and Brandon sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her. The not on the fridge was covered in new rules, responsibilities, and duties for her; all formatted in the way of a daily checklist.
“Most importantly though,” Brandon said, “Are these.” He held up a box, inside was a package of strange white things that Kelly didn’t recognize. It wasn’t until Brandon had undressed her and was folding one of the objects between her legs and taping it up did it really register in the girls head that she’d just been put into a freaking diaper!
As he’d expected Kelly started screaming and arguing with him, but he quickly stopped her when he reminded her that since she’d paid no money on any bills whatsoever, she was effectively living under his roof. Not their roof. That made the nervous girl shut up and listen.
With a sigh, Brandon explained that she’d been the one to bring this on herself.
“Since I’m the one who pays for everything around here. I think you’re the one who should earn the money to pay to have the washing machine and toilet fixed. Not a cent of that will be coming out of my money, got it?”
“B-but I don’t have any money.” She whined.
“Exactly. That’s why you’ll earn it.” He replied.
Over the next several days, things changed in their household drastically. Brandon explained to her that the only way she could earn money was by either getting a job or doing her duties listed out on the fridge to earn an allowance from him. Nothing had made Kelly start looking for a job faster than being forced to not only wear, but also use diapers! He promised her that if he saw more charges from the gas station appear on his card then they were threw and he’d kick her out. He wanted her to use her diapers to teach her a lesson, something she was forced to comply with. She’d already been kicked out of her parents’ house, so if he kicked her out too she’d have nowhere to go.
As she stood outside one morning at 5a.m. (To make sure no one else saw her.) the poor diapered girl hung the wet laundry she’d just finished cleaning while Brandon watched with a smirk, knowing that the girl's current diaper was just as wet as the laundry she was hanging.
“Come on sweetie,” He called out. “I’m letting you earn your way through this. You should be smiling.”
Knowing this was a command more than anything, Kelly forced herself to crack a smile as she hung the last few things, wishing he’d at least allow her to wear something, but he’d claimed clean clothes was a privilege she’d have to earn too.
Needless to say, when she had to spend all day every day wearing and using diapers and nothing else, Kelly was much more motivated to do her chores and look through job listings as well as call professionals to get their appliances fixed.
Brandon smiled, knowing she was upset right now, but that she’d definitely remember this the next time she decided to try slacking off.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
You can find more of his content here :
https://zanderchesneyoriginals.tumblr.com/
