While their shower had shared some intimate moments, like helping the other scrub down hard to reach places, it hadn’t been as spicy as Brooke had hoped for. A small part of her thought that Jenna was being a little too playfully flirty, but she just chalked that up to her being excited to hang out with her in such a wonderful place. Brooke had just finished figuring out how to diaper herself when a light knock came from their door. “One moment!” she called out. Placing the last tape down on her diaper, she covered her naked body with a bathrobe and tossed one to Jenna, waiting until she was appropriately covered as she was.
She peered through the peephole as she tied the robe’s rope around her waist, cinching it shut as she let her hand come to rest on the doorknob. As she opened the door, she stepped aside with a smile, letting Emma walk inside, carrying their breakfast inside on a tray. “Emma, thank you so much for bringing this up for us,” she said, the freshly-cooked food teasing her nose with their alluring scents.
Emma placed the tray laden with their food, two large glasses of water, and two large mugs of hot steaming coffee on their dresser, then smiled as she stood back. “Of course! Might there be anything else that you require?” she asked.
Brooke remembered Jenna’s little leaky accident on the bed from last night. “Actually, a change of sheets will be needed after breakfast.” She leaned in close, hid her mouth with a hand, then whispered, “Jenna had a little leak last night.”
“Oh, that is of no concern!” Emma said with a dismissive wave of her hand and a gentle laugh. “We had prepared the bed for this exact eventuality. You need not fear a thing because just like you and the miss, the bed is protected!” She reigned in her excitement and then cleared her throat. “We’ll tidy the room once you’ve finished breakfast and have chosen an activity for the day,” she said. “If you need anything else, please either come downstairs when you’re ready or give us a ring.”
“Great, thank you!” Brooke said. With a nod, she watched Emma walk back out into the hallway, her usual white dress doing very little to conceal her diapers. She almost giggled upon hearing her attendant’s diaper squish and crinkle with every step, wondering if she was still wearing her night diaper or if it was a fresh one that was already saturated.
With a grin, she brought the tray of food back to the bed and placed it between the two of them. As she dug in, she felt her bladder feel rather full, so without a second thought, she let her bladder fully relax. She let loose a happy sigh as the uncomfortable pressure slowly disappeared, her diaper growing warm and squishy between her legs. As she let herself go, she took a big gulp of coffee and sighed happily. “You know, coffee always tastes better when someone else makes it for you,” she said, lifting the mug up to her nose. “What country of origin do you think the coffee is from? Colombian, perhaps?”
“I have no idea,” Jenna smirked at her. “All I know is that it’s really, really good.”
“We’ll have to figure out what brand this is later on; I wanna get some to bring home.”
“Oh, for sure!” Jenna chirped back. As she finished off her small plate of scrambled eggs, she set it back on the tray and grabbed her mug of coffee again, leaving the toast alone. “So whatcha wanna do today, bestie?” she asked. “Oooo, I feel like I can run a marathon!” She leapt from the bed and jogged in place, sounds of a slightly squishy diaper filling the room. “What about a hike?”
“Someone’s full of energy,” Brooke said with a grin as she sipped her coffee.
Jenna stopped jogging. “Aren’t you?” she asked with an excited grin. “I slept so well I only woke up once!”
“Wait, once?” Brooke froze, her heart rate doubling. “W-When?”
“Girl, why are you acting like you have a frog in your throat?” Jenna asked with a giggle, cocking her head to the side. “I dunno, sometime in the middle of the night.” She shot a sly wink at her friend, though Brooke had just looked away.
Brooke cautiously glanced back up at Jenna, searching for any sign of her true intentions. She knew she was teasing her, trying to get her to admit that she had touched her diaper while she slept. “S-Sorry,” she stammered out. “I think I just need to drink some water; those eggs were kinda salty.”
Jenna looked her up and down, then shrugged. “Yeah, I guess they were. Anyways, normally I wake up like, two or three times a night to get up to go pee.” She opened up her robe, exposing her diaper and breasts. “But with this?” She cupped the front of her diaper with her right hand and squeezed. “This bad boi let me stay in bed all night long!”
“Uh… true, but you leaked.”
Jenna groaned. “I mean, yeah, technically I did,” she said. “I just need to wear the same diaper you did tonight. That way I won’t have to worry about leaking!”
“Of course, I’ll make sure you’re in one before we go to bed tonight.” Brooke set her coffee mug down on the bed and rubbed her legs, trying to drum up some courage. “So hey, there’s something I want to talk to you about…” A grumble from her stomach made her pause. “Aaaand we’ll have to come back to it later; I have to poop!” she squeaked out.
“Coffee?” Jenna guessed.
Brooke finished off her mug of coffee and pushed herself off the bed. “Yeah, coffee always does this to me,” she said. As soon as she stood all the way back up, she felt her diaper grow heavier and expand between her legs. “I…” She stared down at her diaper with half a mind to stop herself from peeing. “I didn’t know I had to go,” she whispered in awe. Brooke wracked her mind, trying to remember when she’d last felt her bladder grow full. That memory had faded away, though she vaguely remembered her bladder hurting for a few moments before she had let herself use her diaper. She smiled as she thought back to just minutes ago when she had felt so satisfied from using her diaper to relieve herself, feeling those same sensations now only solidified her enjoyment of her diapers. Jenna giggled, breaking her out of her thoughts.
“Well, it’s good we’re wearing diapers,” Jenna said with a confident grin. “Go on, don’t you need to go poop? Isn’t that what you needed to say?”
“Oh, yeah,” Brooke said, shaking her head as she tried to clear her confusion. “Right. I’ll be just a few minutes and then we can see about going on that hike.”
My diaper was soggy and was on the verge of leaking. It wasn’t the first and it surely wouldn’t be the last. The drive home up these winding mountain roads was always long. I was glad to have changed before I left the office; with the amount of liquids I had consumed all throughout the day I didn’t think I would have been able to make it back home without leaking. The sun had set long ago. I finally turned off the highway and onto the road that led back to the house, then sighed. I still had another ten minute drive ahead of me. There were no streetlights out here; not this far away from the city. I wanted to see just how much padding I had left so I squeezed my legs shut as much as I could. My diaper, thick as it was, didn’t let me get anywhere close. My husband, Aston, was my soul-mate and I his. Even after we got married, he seemed too good to be true until I found out his secret: he had a diaper fetish. I was a bit curious about it so I gave it a shot. Once I started showing him I ...
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