“She sure was quick changing us. I bet she’s practiced a lot,” Jenna said. Brooke had changed into a navy blue tank top and had chosen not to wear anything over her diaper while she had changed into a light yellow strappy sundress, one that ended halfway down her thighs. They had moved outside onto their room’s balcony and had settled down upon a pair of mesh lounging chairs, simply wanting to take in the wondrous views around them and relax for a little while. A pitcher of water and a bottle of wine sat on a small table between them, both of which were half-empty. “So… are you really thinking about letting them put you on a changing schedule?” she asked, her tone full of barely-hidden curiosity.
Brooke took another sip from her wine glass. “Yeah, I think so. I’d like to give it a try for at least a day or so to see if it’s something I’d like to have them keep doing. They did do a great job, after all.”“Yeah, you can say that again. They really know how to put someone in a diaper, a lot better than us amateurs.” Jenna pushed herself up the chair a little bit, then let loose a content sigh. “What if these flowers start to affect our ability to hold our poop?” she asked, her tone tinted with a small amount of worry.
Brooke smirked. “Well, you’re wearing a diaper. They hold more than just pee.”
“Yeah, but… would the staff here change a dirty diaper?” she hesitantly asked.
“I don’t see why not. They used baby wipes when they changed our diapers, so it’s probably safe to say that they’ll use them in future changes, too,” Brooke mused. She swirled the contents of her wine glass, observing the dark red liquid swish about for a few seconds before she took a sip. Her diaper grew warmer a second later. She smiled as she felt it thicken and gently push her upper thighs apart. “Should we test that theory?” she asked, the wine giving her a burst of fresh confidence. “We are paying customers.”
“Girl, you’ve got bigger balls than I do!” Jenna said with a laugh. “You can give it a shot if you want, but I think it’d be polite if you asked first.”
“What, ask them if I can use my diaper for pooping? It’s a diaper, dear. I don’t have a doubt that they’d change me if I did the deed.” She sat up with a devilish grin. “You know, we should put it to the test!” She swung her legs over the far side of the chair, but felt Jenna’s hand stop her.
“Fine, but in a little bit. We still have all this to finish off. I’m a little worried that with all this peeing we’ve been doing that we might end up dehydrated. I get the worst kind of headaches when I get like that.”
“Yeah, good point.” Brooke settled back down on her chair. “How’s your diaper holding up so far?” she asked as she topped off their glasses. “I think these ones hold more than what we’ve been using, too.”
“It’s holding strong for now. I like these a lot better than the other ones we used to wear. They feel a lot softer, and while they make it harder to walk normally, the added capacity is worth it. I feel like I’ve been peeing a ton lately. Speaking of which…” She set her wine glass down and drank from her water glass, finishing off half of it before she refilled it. “Gotta make sure we don’t get headaches. I’d hate to be bed-ridden in such a nice place.”
“Yeah, feeling bad on vacation sure does suck. Gotta make sure we don’t drink too much, too.” Brooke sat back in her chair and let herself fully relax, letting go of every muscle in her body. With no warning or thought, she felt a tingle in her bladder for a brief moment before she felt the pressure within slowly disappear into her diaper. She let her eyelids close as an overwhelming sense of calm swept over her. The sun beamed down upon them, granting them a gentle warmth as a breeze kept them cool and comfortable. “I sure could get used to this,” she murmured with a smile.
“What, the hopefully temporary incontinence and getting your diapers changed by strangers or staying in a mountain resort far away from everyone else?”
“Both, actually.” Brooke opened her eyes and rolled her head to the side to look at her friend. “I’m being serious, too. This place is truly special. Doesn’t it sound nice to just… live? To have all your needs taken care of? To be with the people that you care for the most?”
“Well, when you put it like that…” Jenna bit her bottom lip as she thought. “I sure wouldn’t miss having to cook most days.”
“Right?” Brooke sat up, positively brimming with excitement. “We wouldn’t have to cook, clean, do laundry; nothing! We could just live the lives we’ve always dreamed about… together.” She flicked her eyes up to Jenna’s, unable to keep herself from smiling. Once their eyes locked, she let her gaze drop down Jenna’s lips, then back up to her eyes.
Jenna latched onto Brooke’s wrist and tugged her on top of her. Brooke’s knee landed right between her legs, and as she leaned in on top of her, she felt her friend’s knee firmly come to rest against the front of her soggy diaper. She bucked her hips forward and pushed herself down, her heart craving more pressure. Before she could utter a single word to beg for release, she felt a single soft finger underneath her chin, gently pushing her head up for Brooke’s lips to find hers.
Jenna squirmed beneath her girlfriend as she felt Brooke’s tongue push against her lips with a fiery and barely-restrained passion. She thought it would be funny to try to keep her tongue at bay, but her heart demanded she give in to her lover’s demands and for her to slip into submissiveness. She let her lips part, her heart rate soaring sky-high as Brooke’s tongue finally established dominance within her mouth.
After trying her hardest to fight against Brooke’s natural domineering attitude, Jenna gave in fully and let her girlfriend take the lead. Everything seemed to slip away as she lost her sense of time, though when she started feeling the need to come up for air, her lover pulled back, a trail of saliva bridging their lips. Brooke settled down next to her, pushing her over so that she could lay with her.
“They need to make these things bigger,” Brooke said. “How else am I gonna make out with this beautiful woman before me?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the massive bed behind us might have room?”
Brooke’s eyes lit up. “Hey, yeah! You still owe me an orgasm, by the way,” she said with a playful smirk.
Jenna glanced over her shoulder and made sure there was nobody in their room, then twirled her finger around motioning for Brooke to roll over. “If you can stay quiet, I’d love to help you with that.” She rolled over onto her left side and waited till her girlfriend did the same. Jenna tugged Brooke’s hips against her own, their warm, soggy diapers rubbing against each other. She pushed her left arm underneath the pillow that Brooke’s head lay upon and found her breast. Jenna pushed Brooke’s shirt up and out of the way, exposing her boobs to the wilderness.
With her breath catching in her throat, Jenna’s heart started to beat faster as her right hand moved down Brooke’s toned belly, eventually brushing up against the top of her diaper. “You want me to finger fuck you until you squirt in your diaper?” she whispered into her ear.
“Mhm…” Brooke groaned back, feeling Jenna’s hand twist and tug at her nipple.
“Good, cuz I wanna make you cum in your diaper, too.” Jenna pushed her hand inside her lover’s diaper, her fingers finding her puffy slit in no time at all. She pushed her hand against her quivering princess parts, using the palm of her hand to rub circles on her clitoris. Using her pointer and ring finger, she spread Brooke’s lips and ran her middle finger up and down her exposed slit. “Wish I could see just how beautiful you look down there,” she whispered. “You’re positively drenched.” She let the tip of her middle finger come to rest upon Brooke’s entrance, feeling her pussy twitch and tremble against her touch.
She wiggled her finger inside, feeling Brooke grab and squeeze her finger with a desperate need. One knuckle deep, then two. While she kept her labia spread wide, Jenna’s pinkie finger took over for her ring finger which joined her middle finger deep inside Brooke’s pussy. “Up to two fingers,” she whispered as her fingers plunged in and out of her bestie.
Jenna let go of her lover’s breasts and wrapped her left arm around Brooke’s midsection, holding her tight against her as her fingers grew slick with her juices. Brooke squirmed against her, but was unable to slip out of her grasp. She felt Brooke’s hands push against the front of her diaper and against her hand, almost like she was trying to keep her hand from leaving her pussy. Jenna grinned, knowing that she was on the right track. She alternated finger fucking her friend with drawing random shapes and numbers on her clitoris, using her juices to cover all of her princess parts and coat it with her scent. The schlicking sounds drove her wild, making her own princess parts throb inside her diaper. Jenna pulled her own diaper up tightly up against her own slit and flexed her inner thigh’s muscles over and over, the warm padding giving her a little bit of pleasure as it rubbed against her slit.
After another couple of minutes, Jenna stopped and asked, “Fuck, you’re tight… think you can handle three fingers?” A quick nod from Brooke was all the confirmation she needed. She pushed her pointer finger in with her other fingers, eliciting a shuddering moan in time with her strokes. “For one being so dominant, you really moan like a bitch in heat, don’t you?” Jenna asked. She bit down on her earlobe like Brooke had done to her earlier, knowing it would most likely drive her wild. Feeling her fingers grow wetter, she quickened her pace and squeezed Brooke’s left breast. Oddly enough, she felt Brooke’s toes curl up against her feet, and as she felt her friend’s hips start to jerk against her own, she knew she was close.
“Cum for me,” she murmured. “Be a naughty girl and cum into your diaper.” Her wrist felt really sore, but she didn’t dare stop fingering her friend. She hoped that if she was able to give Brooke a great orgasm that she would receive a great orgasm in return. Knowing exactly what would drive her over the edge, she pushed her fingers as far as she could inside of her and made a come hither motion inside of her until the tips of her fingers found her G-spot. As soon as her fingers found her special spot, she focused solely on it, putting as much pressure onto it as she could.
It only took seconds before Brooke grabbed onto a spare cushion and screamed into it as Jenna finally drove her over the edge, the small pillow muffling her moans. Jenna felt one large spurt burst against the palm of her hand, then another, and another, each diminishing in volume. “That’s it, cutie… Cum for me…” she whispered as she kept playing with her breasts. “Cum in your wet diaper.” Jenna felt Brooke’s pussy clamp down on her fingers, making it hard for her to keep up her motions. She settled for just keeping her fingers locked inside of her, letting Brooke’s pussy use them as it saw fit. Her hand was positively soaked, but that didn’t matter to her, not one single bit for she was happy that she was able to give her partner such wondrous levels of pleasure.
Once Brooke’s pussy finally loosened, Jenna pulled her fingers free. Using the inside padding of Brooke’s diaper, she wiped her hand as clean as she could, then pulled her hand free. She tugged her partner’s diaper back up like a considerate lover would do, took a deep breath, then let it out slowly as she wrapped her arms around Brooke. Aftercare was always the second most important thing after making your partner cum, after all. A couple of minutes passed as Jenna let Brooke catch her breath and enjoy the afterglow in her embrace.
Finally Brooke spoke up. “When you told me to cum in my soggy diaper, that really made things feel intense,” Brooke said in between trying to catch her breath. “Just… wow.”
“It wasn’t your friend fingering you to completion outside in a wet diaper?”
“That… that might have played a part in it, yeah.” She looked back over her shoulder and found Jenna’s lips once more for a brief moment. “Now it’s your turn. For being such a good lover, I have something special in mind for you! I’m gonna make you wait till after dinner, though,” she said with a naughty glint in her eye.
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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