Brooke was amazed. The pictures that she saw online of the resort they would be staying in simply didn’t do it justice. It was a three-story house that looked like a miniature version of an old castle painted pure white. Turrets stood tall on each corner of the house, projecting its height just above the tallest trees and casting a long shadow upon the path that they were on.
“Oh my gosh, are we going to be staying up there?” Jenna asked, pointing up at one of the turrets and ripping Brooke from her thoughts. “That’d be so cool!”
“Up there? Oh, no, those are the relaxation rooms. They provide a wonderful view of the valley and are open to the air at all times, exposing us all to the wonderful aromas of the local plant life just like the one you saw a few minutes ago,” Emma said. “While your room isn’t open to the air, we’ll provide vases of those flowers for you if you wish.”
“Yes, please!” Jenna said with glee, struggling to hide her impatience. Where is a bathroom when you need one?! she thought, though the mere thought of using a bathroom suddenly made the pressure in her bladder grow twofold. As they walked up the steps leading to the two grand double doors, they opened up on their own, revealing another woman in a pair of tight khakis and a loose white button down top that drifted down far enough to cover her crotch. A small gust of wind blew it up for just a moment, one long enough for Jenna to get a glimpse of a noticeable imprint of a diaper. Jenna leaned in close and whispered in Brooke’s ear, “Is she wearing a diaper too?” she said, her voice barely loud enough for her to hear.
“Yeah, I think she is!” Brooke whispered back.
“What kind of place did you bring us to?”
The woman at the top of the stairs cleared her throat. “Welcome to The Resort, madams. My name is Sofie, and it is my distinct pleasure to invite you to this wondrous place. Please, allow me to show you to our rooms,” she said with a comforting smile. With a flourish of her hands, she turned and walked back inside, her footsteps echoing throughout the foyer.
“Um, I really hate to be rude, but where can I find the little girl’s room?” Jenna asked, her voice nervous and shaky.
“There is a bathroom further down the hall on the right, but your room is much closer than that. Follow me upstairs; your room is not far off,” Sofie said, gesturing for them to go before her.
Jenna bolted up the stairs, taking two or three at a time as she felt her control start to fade. “Which room number do we have?” she asked, looking back down at Brooke.
“I think it was Suite One.” Looking at Sofie, she asked, “You only cater to one couple at a time, yes?”
“Yes, that is correct.” Noticing Jenna’s urgency, Sofie smiled once more and gestured down the left hallway. “Your suite is to your left, miss. You can’t miss it; we only have one for our guests.”
“Thanks!” Jenna started jogging, her eyes locked on the only door at the end of the hallway. She slid to a halt and grabbed the doorknob. A jolt of static electricity zapped her, making her lose control of her bladder for just a split-second, enough for a small spurt of urine to trickle into her panties. “Dang it,” she cursed under her breath as she fumbled with the ancient doorknob. She finally got it open, flinging the door open wide as she searched for the bathroom. Ignoring the beautiful views of the many windows or the extravagant furniture, she darted inside the bathroom, pushed her bottoms and panties down, then plopped onto the toilet with no time to spare.
As the sounds of urine splashing against the toilet filled the hallway outside of their suite, Brooke paused and blushed. “I must apologize on her behalf; she never gets like this,” she said, cautiously looking up at Sofie.
“Oh, it is quite alright, ma’am. I’m sure the helicopter ride was quite the journey. There are no bathrooms on those contraptions, no?”
“No, there aren’t,” Brooke said with a laugh. “Thank you for the warm welcome. Might my friend and I have a bit of time to ourselves to get freshened up before dinner?” she asked, stopping in front of their room.
“Of course! Dinner is in one hour. I’ll be back later to guide you to the dining hall. Your luggage will be brought up to your room momentarily.”
“Excellent, thank you.” Brooke waited a few moments as Sofie turned and walked away, eyeing her rump. “They really are all wearing diapers,” she whispered to herself.” Huh… Odd.” She walked inside the room, locked the door behind her, then spotted Jenna in the corner of her eye. “There you are. Did you make it in… oh.” She paused, eyeing the rather large damp spot on her friend’s panties. “Guess not,” she said, leaning against the door frame. “Good thing our luggage is almost here; looks like you didn’t make it. Maybe those mimosas on the ride out weren't the best idea.”
“Yeah, you can say that again.” Jenna stood up and flushed the toilet, stepping out of her shorts and panties. “Did they say what’s on the menu? I’d love a steak right about now.”
“They didn’t say, but they, uh…” Her voice faltered as her gaze settled on a large white plastic bin. That looks like a diaper bin for baby diapers, but… bigger, she thought. She looked further to the side, her eyes falling upon a vanity with shelves full of diapers sitting underneath it. Oh, that’s why that’s there, she thought, her mouth forming a small ‘O’. “Maybe we need to put you in one of those,” she said with a light-hearted giggle, pointing at the mass of white padding.
“One of what?” Jenna asked with a sigh. Her eyes followed Brooke’s finger and came to rest upon the diapers as well. “Haha, funny. I’m not putting one of those on. I don’t need them.”
Brooke laughed. “Your panties say otherwise.”
“Oh my gosh, are we going to be staying up there?” Jenna asked, pointing up at one of the turrets and ripping Brooke from her thoughts. “That’d be so cool!”
“Up there? Oh, no, those are the relaxation rooms. They provide a wonderful view of the valley and are open to the air at all times, exposing us all to the wonderful aromas of the local plant life just like the one you saw a few minutes ago,” Emma said. “While your room isn’t open to the air, we’ll provide vases of those flowers for you if you wish.”
“Yes, please!” Jenna said with glee, struggling to hide her impatience. Where is a bathroom when you need one?! she thought, though the mere thought of using a bathroom suddenly made the pressure in her bladder grow twofold. As they walked up the steps leading to the two grand double doors, they opened up on their own, revealing another woman in a pair of tight khakis and a loose white button down top that drifted down far enough to cover her crotch. A small gust of wind blew it up for just a moment, one long enough for Jenna to get a glimpse of a noticeable imprint of a diaper. Jenna leaned in close and whispered in Brooke’s ear, “Is she wearing a diaper too?” she said, her voice barely loud enough for her to hear.
“Yeah, I think she is!” Brooke whispered back.
“What kind of place did you bring us to?”
The woman at the top of the stairs cleared her throat. “Welcome to The Resort, madams. My name is Sofie, and it is my distinct pleasure to invite you to this wondrous place. Please, allow me to show you to our rooms,” she said with a comforting smile. With a flourish of her hands, she turned and walked back inside, her footsteps echoing throughout the foyer.
“Um, I really hate to be rude, but where can I find the little girl’s room?” Jenna asked, her voice nervous and shaky.
“There is a bathroom further down the hall on the right, but your room is much closer than that. Follow me upstairs; your room is not far off,” Sofie said, gesturing for them to go before her.
Jenna bolted up the stairs, taking two or three at a time as she felt her control start to fade. “Which room number do we have?” she asked, looking back down at Brooke.
“I think it was Suite One.” Looking at Sofie, she asked, “You only cater to one couple at a time, yes?”
“Yes, that is correct.” Noticing Jenna’s urgency, Sofie smiled once more and gestured down the left hallway. “Your suite is to your left, miss. You can’t miss it; we only have one for our guests.”
“Thanks!” Jenna started jogging, her eyes locked on the only door at the end of the hallway. She slid to a halt and grabbed the doorknob. A jolt of static electricity zapped her, making her lose control of her bladder for just a split-second, enough for a small spurt of urine to trickle into her panties. “Dang it,” she cursed under her breath as she fumbled with the ancient doorknob. She finally got it open, flinging the door open wide as she searched for the bathroom. Ignoring the beautiful views of the many windows or the extravagant furniture, she darted inside the bathroom, pushed her bottoms and panties down, then plopped onto the toilet with no time to spare.
As the sounds of urine splashing against the toilet filled the hallway outside of their suite, Brooke paused and blushed. “I must apologize on her behalf; she never gets like this,” she said, cautiously looking up at Sofie.
“Oh, it is quite alright, ma’am. I’m sure the helicopter ride was quite the journey. There are no bathrooms on those contraptions, no?”
“No, there aren’t,” Brooke said with a laugh. “Thank you for the warm welcome. Might my friend and I have a bit of time to ourselves to get freshened up before dinner?” she asked, stopping in front of their room.
“Of course! Dinner is in one hour. I’ll be back later to guide you to the dining hall. Your luggage will be brought up to your room momentarily.”
“Excellent, thank you.” Brooke waited a few moments as Sofie turned and walked away, eyeing her rump. “They really are all wearing diapers,” she whispered to herself.” Huh… Odd.” She walked inside the room, locked the door behind her, then spotted Jenna in the corner of her eye. “There you are. Did you make it in… oh.” She paused, eyeing the rather large damp spot on her friend’s panties. “Guess not,” she said, leaning against the door frame. “Good thing our luggage is almost here; looks like you didn’t make it. Maybe those mimosas on the ride out weren't the best idea.”
“Yeah, you can say that again.” Jenna stood up and flushed the toilet, stepping out of her shorts and panties. “Did they say what’s on the menu? I’d love a steak right about now.”
“They didn’t say, but they, uh…” Her voice faltered as her gaze settled on a large white plastic bin. That looks like a diaper bin for baby diapers, but… bigger, she thought. She looked further to the side, her eyes falling upon a vanity with shelves full of diapers sitting underneath it. Oh, that’s why that’s there, she thought, her mouth forming a small ‘O’. “Maybe we need to put you in one of those,” she said with a light-hearted giggle, pointing at the mass of white padding.
“One of what?” Jenna asked with a sigh. Her eyes followed Brooke’s finger and came to rest upon the diapers as well. “Haha, funny. I’m not putting one of those on. I don’t need them.”
Brooke laughed. “Your panties say otherwise.”
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