The Resort, Chapter 20

As the sound of her loud sneeze echoed throughout the cave, Brooke froze as Sofie’s and Mia’s conversation stopped. She stared at Jenna with a look of utter disbelief. “I cannot believe you just did that!” she groaned. She turned back around and found Sofie standing there with a look of disappointment, her lips tight and her stance stiff.

“My my my… what do we have here?” Sofie asked, her hands planted on her hips.

Brooke’s shoulders slumped in defeat for a brief moment before she remembered why they followed them down into the caves and that they were guests of the resort; the only bad thing that could happen to them was a slap on the wrist or a stern talking to. “We, uh…” She paused and glanced to her side as Jenna walked up beside her. “We came down here to… help?”

“You don’t sound so sure of yourself,” Sofie said. “I don’t know how much you saw or heard, but I assure you that everything is above board.”

“We heard and saw everything!” Jenna blurted out. “It’s not fair what you did to her, especially since we asked her to join us for a drink!”

Mia gingerly waddled up to them, her feet dragging against the ground as she tried to ignore the mess in the seat of her diaper. She smoothed the front of her dress then placed her hands behind her as she finally looked at them. “It was my mistake,” she said in a dejected tone. “I knew the rules and I knew the consequences. It is by Sofie’s grace that I am allowed to continue my employment here amongst my friends.”

What the fuck… That’s some brainwashing if I ever heard it… Brooke thought. “But you shouldn’t have had to suffer the consequences, especially when it comes to losing control of your bowels.”

“Yes, I did.” Mia wistfully looked her way. “It’s only for a few weeks. I can handle it until then.”

Jenna took a step forward. “Not alone, you won’t!” she said. She looked up into Sofie’s eyes with a determination that she seldom felt, the wine that they shared earlier pushing her to say, “I want you to do to me what you did to her! It’s only fair.”

“Girl, what?” Brooke asked, shocked. “You can’t be serious!”

Ignoring her friend, Jenna asked, “Well? What’ll it be?”

Sofie looked at her with a puzzled look. “I, uh… I suppose we can if you want. Are you sure you want this? It would be nice to have another test subject.”

“Yes!” Jenna blurted out as Brooke started to voice her disapproval.

“Jenna, can we stop and think about this for a minute?” Brooke asked, feeling rather out of control at this moment. “Do you really want to do this?”

“Yes,” Jenna firmly said. “It’s only fair because we knew what would happen if she got caught and yet we still asked her to drink with us. What if you were in her shoes? Wouldn’t you want someone to go through it with you? We’re the reason why she has poo in her diaper.”

Brooke bit her bottom lip for a second, then crossed her arms as she sighed. “Don’t expect me to change any of your stinky diapers,” she muttered.

“I won’t; I’ll just ask one of the staff to help.” Jenna froze for a moment, then stepped close to Brooke as she pushed her hand inside of her diaper to pull out the dormant vibrator. “Can you–” She paused as she felt Brooke’s hand press against the front of her diaper.

“Nope,” came Brooke’s reply. “It stays in. If you let them give you this enema and keep the toy in, I’ll reward you in ways that you can only dream of.”

“B-But they’ll see it!” Jenna replied as she felt her cheeks warm as reality set in. She felt the toy buzz inside her for a brief moment, making her eyes go wide momentarily. “I can’t just give it to you for a few minutes?”

“Mommy said nope,” Brooke whispered back, feeling Mia’s and Sofie’s eyes watch their every move. “Now get your cute little butt up on that table so you can fill your diaper,” she said with a snicker.

Jenna rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She turned back around to face Sofie, then nodded.

“If you’re sure about this, do you have any questions?” Sofie asked.

“Actually, yeah… Since we’re only here for two weeks, would you be able to dilute the enema so I could regain control before we leave?”

“I suppose I could,” Sofie mused. “Even if you didn’t regain your control by then, we’d provide you with enough diapers to keep you safe while you are at home.” She smiled at her, then held out her hands. Jenna hesitated for a moment before she stepped forward and took her hands, allowing Sofie to lead her to the table where Mia had the enema administered. She let Sofie help her get up on the table and place her legs in the stirrups. “Butt up, Missy,” she gently, yet firmly said in a motherly tone.

Jenna nodded, lifted her rear end off of the table, and allowed Sofie to tug her shorts down her legs. Once her bottoms were neatly folded, Sofie walked out of the room and returned a minute later, pushing the enema bag cart back into the room. Jenna tensed up as Sofie started to remove the tapes on her diaper, wondering what she’d think of the toy lodged deep inside of her. She opened her mouth to say something about it but before she could, Sofie pulled the front of her diaper open, revealing the toy and her drenched pussy.

Sofie smiled down at her as she used wet wipes to clean her diaper area. “Good choice. I love using that toy,” she nonchalantly said as if nothing was amiss. She held up the end of the hose. “Now, are you ready? Be a good girl, take a deep breath, and relax… there we go!” she said as she worked the hose inside of Jenna’s butt. “And in three, two… one…”

Jenna couldn’t help but let a giggle slip past her lips as the mixture tickled her in ways she’d never felt before, though as the enema flowed deeper and deeper inside of her, the sensation disappeared into nothingness. She felt a couple pangs of discomfort deep within her, but those disappeared in short order. She stayed silent as she watched the enema bag grow ever smaller, and as it finally stilled, she felt Sofie pull the hose out of her butt. The front of her soggy diaper was pulled back up into its rightful place and taped back down.

“As I’m sure you know, hold it for as long as you can, okay?” Sofie asked as she had Mia wheel the enema bag away. “If you let it out, even a little bit, it won’t be able to work its magic as well as we need it to.”

“Sure… no problem,” Jenna half-sarcastically said as she clenched down, trying her very hardest to hold it in. She felt pressure from the enema push against her rear entrance, and against her will, felt a little bit escape into her diaper. She clenched down even harder, barely able to keep the ever increasing waves of pressure at bay. The sensation of pressure started to fade after a minute, though she lost track of time as she kept her butt sealed tight. As her body started to protest and fight to push the enema out, she thought she could make herself feel a bit better by moving her legs off of the stirrups so she could sit up.

As she pushed herself up, she grimaced as realized that all sensations around her hole had disappeared completely. She heard Brooke giggle to herself, barely audible, making her look up at her to see the toy’s remote control held firmly in her hand. Her eyes switched back and forth between the remote and Brooke’s smirk twice before the toy burst to life inside of her pussy, shocking her just enough to stop clenching. Given that small opening, the inside of her diaper immediately grew wet as her tummy pushed a mushy mess into the seat of her diaper. As she admitted defeat against the inevitable, she resigned herself to emptying her stomach, avoiding her lover’s eyes as she tried to keep herself from cumming in her messy diaper; Brooke would never let it go if she did. Though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone right now, it felt rather good to helplessly fill her diaper with the toy teasing her in all the right places. Her conflicting thoughts kept her distracted enough to keep her from resisting her body’s needs.

The smell of her shame filled the room, making Brooke squeeze her nose shut. “I… I…” Jenna tried to form a coherent sentence but the mushy heat radiating from her diaper made her mind feel fuzzy. The loss of control over something so intimate dawned on her as  Mia walked up to her and gently pushed her back down onto the table.

“Thank you,” Mia whispered as she started undoing Jenna’s tapes.

“Of course,” came Jenna’s exhausted reply. She covered her face with her hands, not out of shame, but from sheer exhaustion. Filling her diapers in this manner truly took a lot out of her, both mentally and physically. As she closed her eyes, she felt herself reeling backwards, a sensation she was all too familiar with: she’d had one drink too many. The feeling of a cold wipe against her private parts brought her back to reality. The toy still buzzed away inside of her, now on a random pattern of vibrations that made her blush furiously hard as it coaxed her body ever closer towards an orgasm.

There’s no way she’s going to make me cum in front of her as she’s changing my diaper, is she? Jenna thought, her mind fraught with worry. She gripped the sides of the table out of a desire for some semblance of control as Mia took care of her messy bottom, and as her dirty diaper was pulled away to be replaced with a thick light-blue one with cute stars, she couldn’t keep herself from cumming; the vibrator humming away inside her slit simply hit all the right spots and pushed her into an overwhelming sea of bliss. She fought to keep her legs from trembling as she placed her hands over her mouth, hoping to stifle any sounds she’d make. The toy suddenly became still, and in her efforts to keep some dignity like she hadn’t just had an orgasm during a diaper change, the toy slipped out of her, a wave of relief washing over her in her afterglow. Sweat dripped down her brow as her breathing slowed, and as she let Mia pull her shorts back up her legs, she hesitantly looked up into her eyes to thank her, only to see a knowing look from Mia that made her want to die of embarrassment.

“As it is already late in the evening, would you like anything brought up to your room?” Mia asked, remaining as professional as ever. Gone was the friendly personality, replaced by one of resigned respect.

Jenna bit back a yawn. “Some snacks would be lovely.” She pushed herself off the table and winced; her legs felt like jell-o. She looked up at Mia again and said, “We’re still really sorry about all this. Guess we’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Mia gestured back down the way they came from. “Would you allow me to escort you back to your room?”