“Yeah, well that was just an accident,” Jenna shot back. “That helicopter ride was pretty long, too. Can you really blame me?” A light knocking on the door made her pause.
“That must be our luggage,” Brooke said. “Stay in here; I’ll be back with a fresh pair of undies for you.” She closed the bathroom door behind her.
“Thanks!” Jenna’s muffled voice came through the door.
“Unless you’d rather put on a diaper!” she teased. Feeling a slight tinge in her own bladder, Brooke opened up the suite’s main door. “Mia, Emma, thanks for bringing our bags up,” she said, standing aside to let them in.
“Of course, ma’am!” they said in unison, rolling their bags in and placing them down against the wall.
“Might there be anything you require?” Emma asked, clasping her hands in front of her as Mia walked back out into the hallway. She returned a few seconds later and placed small crystal vases of those special flowers on top of their nightstand, their dresser, and on the small table that sat near the bathroom door. Their lovely sweet scent quickly filled their cozy room.
“I don’t think so… oh! Actually yeah, there is. Where’s the dirty clothes hamper?” Brooke beckoned her closer with a finger, leaned in, and whispered, “My friend had a tiny accident and I’d rather not have the room smell like pee pee.” She gestured at the closed bathroom door and grinned as she pinched her nose, waving her other hand in front of her face. “You have laundry services here, right?”
“Of course, laundry is collected daily.” A relaxed smile slid onto Emma’s face. “There are two hampers in the closet right here, ma’am! One is for your clothes and the other is for… disposable products.”
“Like the… diapers in the bathroom?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she started speaking normally again. “What are those for? They’re definitely not baby-sized.”
“Oh, they’re for you when you need them!” Mia cut in. “They’re great to wear around here. Super comfy and super soft!”
“When we need them? Don’t you mean if we need them?” Brooke asked.
“I… suppose if that’s what you wish,” Emma said slowly, bowing her head for a brief moment. “Might there be anything else you require?”
“No, thanks,” Brooke said, still wondering what they meant by that.
“Excellent. We’ll be by to fetch you for dinner soon.”
Brooke closed the door behind them and watched them walk away through the peephole, then softly locked the door. “That was weird…” she muttered to herself.
“Were those the bags?” came Jenna’s voice.
“Yeah, one sec!” she yelled back. She knelt down next to her friend’s bag, then with a great heave, she used all of her strength to throw it onto the bed. “Which one do you want?” she yelled over her shoulder.
“The white bikini pair with purple stripes!” came Jenna’s reply. “Or whatever, it doesn’t really matter if you can’t find them.”
“Ah, here they are,” Brooke said, pushing aside a few bras and shorts to find the tiny little speck of the white and purple pattern she was searching for. She pulled them out and held them up to make sure it was the right pair of panties as she walked back towards the bathroom. “Here you go!” she said, holding out the pair of undies to her friend.
“Thanks!” Jenna stood up, threaded both of her feet through the holes, then pulled her undies up.
“Your bottoms still good?” Brooke asked, picking them up off the floor as she looked for any wetness. They were snatched away a second later.
“Of course, I’m not some little girl who can’t control her bladder,” Jenna said with a laugh. She pulled them back up her legs and ran a finger down the crotch. “See? Dry!” she said, holding up her finger.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Brooke said, slightly put off from her friend overreacting a little from such a basic issue. “Anyways, since this is such a nice resort…” She followed Jenna out onto the balcony and plopped down onto an outdoor couch with her, admiring the views of the mountains and the forest that surrounded them. “I got us both something special for our first night here,” she said with a smile, tentatively looking her up and down as she waited for her reaction.
“Oh? What would that be?” she asked, crossing her legs as her bladder started feeling a little numb. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the tiniest patch of wetness in her panties, though she comforted herself silently thinking that it was probably a little bit of leftover urine from using the potty.
“Here, I’ll show you!” Brooke said, excited that she was finally able to spill the beans. “Remember how we stopped in Paris a few days ago and went to Givenchy? I had our driver pick up that dress you were eyeballing!”
“You didn’t!”
“Uh-huh!”
“Nuh-uh! Prove it!”
Brooke opened up her second suitcase with a flourish, revealing two impeccably kept garment bags. “Believe me now?”
Jenna spotted hers in an instant. “You really shouldn’t have!” She unzipped the bag and gently pulled out her dress, barely able to contain her giddy excitement.
“Well, of course we have to look good for our vacay!”
“Thank you so much!” Jenna said with glee. Smiling so wide that it threatened to split her face in two, she dropped the dress back onto the bed and threw her arms around Brooke’s neck, catching her off guard.
“Of course! I saw how much you wanted it and I want our first night to be special!” Brooke said as she returned the hug. Her vision of her professing her love for her over a candlelit dinner their first night here slid into her mind as she held her friend, and hopefully soon to be lover, close to her. “I just know you’re going to look beautiful in it. You do have good taste, after all.”
Jenna let go of her, picked up her new dress, then jumped up and down in place, holding it tightly. “Oh! One of these flowers would look great on this!” she said as she walked over to the vase closest to the bathroom. She bent over and took a deep whiff of the scent, holding it in like it was a hit from a bong. Her smile faltered for a brief moment before she rushed into the bathroom with her dress in tow. She slammed the door behind her in her hurry, making Brooke take pause.
She walked up to the bathroom door and tried to open it, but found it was locked. Brooke gently rapped on the door with a knuckle. “You… okay? You’re acting a little off, dear. You know you can always talk to me, right?” The door unlocked a few seconds later.
“I… got my panties wet again,” came Jenna’s defeated voice.
“How?” Brooke slowly opened the door to find her friend sitting on the toilet, her shorts and panties resting on her ankles. Her eyes first fell upon the white and purple panties with a wet spot half the size of a card.
“I don’t know!” came Jenna’s exasperated reply. “I was sniffing the flowers one second and then I felt my panties get warm.” She flung the wet clothes away from her with her feet, nearly missing Brooke as they hit the wall.
“Those two attendants did mention something about the flowers being relaxing or something…” Brooke folded her arms under her breasts and leaned against the doorway. “Look, we can just order room service if you’re not feeling too well,” she said, hoping that she would decline her offer. She really wanted to dress up for dinner and look as nice as she wanted to be.
“Thanks, but I feel fine!” Jenna paused, then looked up at her. “Why don’t you try smelling the flowers?” Jenna asked. “If you start peeing yourself, then we’ll both know that it’s the flowers and not me!”
“Um… no. I doubt that would be the real reason for you wetting yourself. And if it is, as much as I care about you, I don’t think I’d want to be in the same boat as you. I don’t think you want to wear those, either,” she said, pointing at the stack of diapers on the shelves. Ugh! Me and my big mouth! Did I really have to say it like that? she thought, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought. “Are you sure that you’re okay?” The sound of urine lightly splashing water came from the potty, making her eyes narrow. “Are you…” The sound stopped immediately.
“No! I- I was distracted!” Her shoulders slumped in defeat.
Feeling sorry for her friend, Brooke sighed and gave in. “Look, if it’ll settle this, I’ll smell the flowers,” she said, uncrossing her arms and pushing herself off the doorway. She grabbed a flower and held it up to her nose by the stem, then took a few small sniffs. It smelled of freshly-bloomed roses, something citrusy, and one other smell that she couldn’t place. It was a pleasant smell, but it wasn’t anything special to her. “See?” She placed the flower back in the vase and leaned against the bathroom door’s frame again. Brooke glanced down at her crotch and didn’t notice any damp spots. However, her bladder felt fuller than before and she felt an urgent need to relieve herself start to grow within her. “I don’t think it’s the flowers, but can you please get up? I need to pee and you need to get some fresh undies for our fancy dinner.”
“Alright…” Jenna wiped herself dry with some toilet paper then flushed the toilet. “Hey, wait a minute, did you have to pee before?”
“I dunno, but I really need to go.” Brooke stepped aside to let her out. “Maybe you should use a pad, too, just to be safe,” she said. “I have some in my suitcase if you don’t have any.” She shut the door behind her friend and darted to the potty, feeling like she was about to burst. Brooke winced as the pressure in her bladder grew to the point where she wouldn’t be able to hold her bladder any longer, and right before the floodgates opened, she wiggled her thumbs inside of her shorts and yanked them down. As the sounds of her heavy stream hit the porcelain throne, her shoulders drooped as she finally relaxed.
After what felt like forever, her stream pittered out to a few drops, then nothing. She pushed a couple times just to be sure, but there was nothing left. Once she wiped herself clean with some toilet paper, she stood up and felt the inside of her thigh grow warm as a tiny sliver of urine ran down the inside of her left leg. Feeling her heart start to beat a little faster, she whispered, “Maybe these diapers are here for a reason…”
“That must be our luggage,” Brooke said. “Stay in here; I’ll be back with a fresh pair of undies for you.” She closed the bathroom door behind her.
“Thanks!” Jenna’s muffled voice came through the door.
“Unless you’d rather put on a diaper!” she teased. Feeling a slight tinge in her own bladder, Brooke opened up the suite’s main door. “Mia, Emma, thanks for bringing our bags up,” she said, standing aside to let them in.
“Of course, ma’am!” they said in unison, rolling their bags in and placing them down against the wall.
“Might there be anything you require?” Emma asked, clasping her hands in front of her as Mia walked back out into the hallway. She returned a few seconds later and placed small crystal vases of those special flowers on top of their nightstand, their dresser, and on the small table that sat near the bathroom door. Their lovely sweet scent quickly filled their cozy room.
“I don’t think so… oh! Actually yeah, there is. Where’s the dirty clothes hamper?” Brooke beckoned her closer with a finger, leaned in, and whispered, “My friend had a tiny accident and I’d rather not have the room smell like pee pee.” She gestured at the closed bathroom door and grinned as she pinched her nose, waving her other hand in front of her face. “You have laundry services here, right?”
“Of course, laundry is collected daily.” A relaxed smile slid onto Emma’s face. “There are two hampers in the closet right here, ma’am! One is for your clothes and the other is for… disposable products.”
“Like the… diapers in the bathroom?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she started speaking normally again. “What are those for? They’re definitely not baby-sized.”
“Oh, they’re for you when you need them!” Mia cut in. “They’re great to wear around here. Super comfy and super soft!”
“When we need them? Don’t you mean if we need them?” Brooke asked.
“I… suppose if that’s what you wish,” Emma said slowly, bowing her head for a brief moment. “Might there be anything else you require?”
“No, thanks,” Brooke said, still wondering what they meant by that.
“Excellent. We’ll be by to fetch you for dinner soon.”
Brooke closed the door behind them and watched them walk away through the peephole, then softly locked the door. “That was weird…” she muttered to herself.
“Were those the bags?” came Jenna’s voice.
“Yeah, one sec!” she yelled back. She knelt down next to her friend’s bag, then with a great heave, she used all of her strength to throw it onto the bed. “Which one do you want?” she yelled over her shoulder.
“The white bikini pair with purple stripes!” came Jenna’s reply. “Or whatever, it doesn’t really matter if you can’t find them.”
“Ah, here they are,” Brooke said, pushing aside a few bras and shorts to find the tiny little speck of the white and purple pattern she was searching for. She pulled them out and held them up to make sure it was the right pair of panties as she walked back towards the bathroom. “Here you go!” she said, holding out the pair of undies to her friend.
“Thanks!” Jenna stood up, threaded both of her feet through the holes, then pulled her undies up.
“Your bottoms still good?” Brooke asked, picking them up off the floor as she looked for any wetness. They were snatched away a second later.
“Of course, I’m not some little girl who can’t control her bladder,” Jenna said with a laugh. She pulled them back up her legs and ran a finger down the crotch. “See? Dry!” she said, holding up her finger.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Brooke said, slightly put off from her friend overreacting a little from such a basic issue. “Anyways, since this is such a nice resort…” She followed Jenna out onto the balcony and plopped down onto an outdoor couch with her, admiring the views of the mountains and the forest that surrounded them. “I got us both something special for our first night here,” she said with a smile, tentatively looking her up and down as she waited for her reaction.
“Oh? What would that be?” she asked, crossing her legs as her bladder started feeling a little numb. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the tiniest patch of wetness in her panties, though she comforted herself silently thinking that it was probably a little bit of leftover urine from using the potty.
“Here, I’ll show you!” Brooke said, excited that she was finally able to spill the beans. “Remember how we stopped in Paris a few days ago and went to Givenchy? I had our driver pick up that dress you were eyeballing!”
“You didn’t!”
“Uh-huh!”
“Nuh-uh! Prove it!”
Brooke opened up her second suitcase with a flourish, revealing two impeccably kept garment bags. “Believe me now?”
Jenna spotted hers in an instant. “You really shouldn’t have!” She unzipped the bag and gently pulled out her dress, barely able to contain her giddy excitement.
“Well, of course we have to look good for our vacay!”
“Thank you so much!” Jenna said with glee. Smiling so wide that it threatened to split her face in two, she dropped the dress back onto the bed and threw her arms around Brooke’s neck, catching her off guard.
“Of course! I saw how much you wanted it and I want our first night to be special!” Brooke said as she returned the hug. Her vision of her professing her love for her over a candlelit dinner their first night here slid into her mind as she held her friend, and hopefully soon to be lover, close to her. “I just know you’re going to look beautiful in it. You do have good taste, after all.”
Jenna let go of her, picked up her new dress, then jumped up and down in place, holding it tightly. “Oh! One of these flowers would look great on this!” she said as she walked over to the vase closest to the bathroom. She bent over and took a deep whiff of the scent, holding it in like it was a hit from a bong. Her smile faltered for a brief moment before she rushed into the bathroom with her dress in tow. She slammed the door behind her in her hurry, making Brooke take pause.
She walked up to the bathroom door and tried to open it, but found it was locked. Brooke gently rapped on the door with a knuckle. “You… okay? You’re acting a little off, dear. You know you can always talk to me, right?” The door unlocked a few seconds later.
“I… got my panties wet again,” came Jenna’s defeated voice.
“How?” Brooke slowly opened the door to find her friend sitting on the toilet, her shorts and panties resting on her ankles. Her eyes first fell upon the white and purple panties with a wet spot half the size of a card.
“I don’t know!” came Jenna’s exasperated reply. “I was sniffing the flowers one second and then I felt my panties get warm.” She flung the wet clothes away from her with her feet, nearly missing Brooke as they hit the wall.
“Those two attendants did mention something about the flowers being relaxing or something…” Brooke folded her arms under her breasts and leaned against the doorway. “Look, we can just order room service if you’re not feeling too well,” she said, hoping that she would decline her offer. She really wanted to dress up for dinner and look as nice as she wanted to be.
“Thanks, but I feel fine!” Jenna paused, then looked up at her. “Why don’t you try smelling the flowers?” Jenna asked. “If you start peeing yourself, then we’ll both know that it’s the flowers and not me!”
“Um… no. I doubt that would be the real reason for you wetting yourself. And if it is, as much as I care about you, I don’t think I’d want to be in the same boat as you. I don’t think you want to wear those, either,” she said, pointing at the stack of diapers on the shelves. Ugh! Me and my big mouth! Did I really have to say it like that? she thought, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought. “Are you sure that you’re okay?” The sound of urine lightly splashing water came from the potty, making her eyes narrow. “Are you…” The sound stopped immediately.
“No! I- I was distracted!” Her shoulders slumped in defeat.
Feeling sorry for her friend, Brooke sighed and gave in. “Look, if it’ll settle this, I’ll smell the flowers,” she said, uncrossing her arms and pushing herself off the doorway. She grabbed a flower and held it up to her nose by the stem, then took a few small sniffs. It smelled of freshly-bloomed roses, something citrusy, and one other smell that she couldn’t place. It was a pleasant smell, but it wasn’t anything special to her. “See?” She placed the flower back in the vase and leaned against the bathroom door’s frame again. Brooke glanced down at her crotch and didn’t notice any damp spots. However, her bladder felt fuller than before and she felt an urgent need to relieve herself start to grow within her. “I don’t think it’s the flowers, but can you please get up? I need to pee and you need to get some fresh undies for our fancy dinner.”
“Alright…” Jenna wiped herself dry with some toilet paper then flushed the toilet. “Hey, wait a minute, did you have to pee before?”
“I dunno, but I really need to go.” Brooke stepped aside to let her out. “Maybe you should use a pad, too, just to be safe,” she said. “I have some in my suitcase if you don’t have any.” She shut the door behind her friend and darted to the potty, feeling like she was about to burst. Brooke winced as the pressure in her bladder grew to the point where she wouldn’t be able to hold her bladder any longer, and right before the floodgates opened, she wiggled her thumbs inside of her shorts and yanked them down. As the sounds of her heavy stream hit the porcelain throne, her shoulders drooped as she finally relaxed.
After what felt like forever, her stream pittered out to a few drops, then nothing. She pushed a couple times just to be sure, but there was nothing left. Once she wiped herself clean with some toilet paper, she stood up and felt the inside of her thigh grow warm as a tiny sliver of urine ran down the inside of her left leg. Feeling her heart start to beat a little faster, she whispered, “Maybe these diapers are here for a reason…”
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