After they showered, got changed into fresh diapers, and had breakfast, Brooke stood naked in front of her suitcase, save for her diaper, as she thought about what to wear that day. With so many activities to do, after last night’s ordeal, she chose to go with a pair of black leggings, a matching bra, and a pastel hoodie to keep things nice and relaxed, thinking that Jenna might need a day off to get used to her new situation. While she wanted to go hiking on the mountains and spend some sexy time with her lover deep in the forest, the possibility of changing a stinky diaper made her decide otherwise.
Sneaking a glance over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed as she wondered when her first messy accident of the day would be and how she would take it. Wanting to keep the conversation light, she cleared her throat and asked, “Hey girl, how’s your headache?”
“Gone for the most part. All that water at breakfast sure helped.”
“You stinky yet? You did just get changed so I’d try to hold on for a while,” she teased.
“I dunno, wanna reach down there and check for me, Mommy?” she asked, playfully sticking out her tongue. She stood up and wiggled her diapered butt at her.
Brooke laughed. “You feel anything extra down there when you shook your butt at me?”
“Uh… nope!”
“Good girl,” she said with a naughty grin. “That sure was brave of you last night. I don’t know if I would have done the same.”
“Yeah, but it was the right thing to do. Say, if I’m going to be pooping in my diapers, why don’t you join me? Forgo the toilet completely?”
“Maybe,” she said, drawing out the word as she pondered what it would be like to just do everything in her diaper.
“What if we had them give you the same enema but have it so watered down that it’d only last for a few days?”
“Uh… I don’t know.”
Jenna pushed herself off the bed. “Let’s play rock, paper, and scissors for it, then.”
“For a fifty percent chance of me pooping myself?” Brooke laughed at the sheer silliness of the idea. “Fat chance of that.”
“What are you, a chicken?” Jenna mocked. She strutted around the room acting like a chicken and making chicken noises until she stopped in front of Brooke.
“N-No, I’m not!” Brooke indignantly said. “I just…”
“You just what? Want to be a big fat chicken? Buk buk buh-gawk!”
“Fine!” Brooke held out her right hand then balled it up into a fist. “Best two out of three! If I win, what do I get?”
“Um… the satisfaction of not making a mess in your diaper?”
“Nah, it has to be something better than that. What about… If I win, you don’t get to cum for a week.”
Jenna’s face paled at the thought. “I changed my mind.”
Brooke laughed at that. “Nah, you can’t back down now! You’re not a chicken, are you? You sure were acting like one a few seconds ago!”
Jenna’s eyes narrowed. “Fine! Game on!” She stuck out her fist. “On shoot, okay?” Brooke nodded, ready. “Okay. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” She made the paper shape, knowing her friend always started with rock. However, they both made the same shape. “First round’s a draw; who’da thunk?”
Brooke grinned. “You know you’re gonna lose, right?” As Jenna rattled off the names of the shapes, she changed her choice to rock, beating Jenna’s scissors. “Yes!” she said, happy to have won this round. “No pulling out of this, now!” she said, sure of her victory.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” Jenna quickly said, her hand the shape of paper beating Brooke’s rock. “Aha! What now?” she said, hoping her little jab of trash talk would throw Brooke off her game. “Next point wins!”
Feeling a pang of worry strike her heart, Brooke shook her head to clear her thoughts as Jenna rattled off the last word of the game. She made her hand a fist and clenched her eyes shut. Upon hearing Jenna’s gasp, she opened her eyes, feeling relieved that she had won, only to find that Jenna’s hand was as flat as a board: paper. She had lost.
“What?! No way!” Brooke exclaimed as Jenna jumped in glee around the room. “So… there’s no way I’m getting out of this, is there?”
“Nu-uh!”
“Well, I’m not going to do it.”
They spent the rest of the morning relaxing outside, sipping freshly-squeezed orange juice. The sun felt wonderful on her skin, gently lulling her into a peaceful sleep. She drifted in and out of consciousness a few times. Everything felt right in her world. She was spending time with her bestie turned lover in quite a unique resort. Yes, even the diapers helped her center herself and let her worries about her life simply fade away. She didn’t have to worry about her issues back home, at least not for a little while. She flexed her thighs, pushing them together ever so slightly to gauge how wet her diaper was.
Brooke heard a soft squelching sound come from her left, followed by a scent that made her eyes go wide. Jenna didn’t budge, apparently still fast asleep. She pushed her sunglasses down her nose a bit so she could get a better look at her friend. “Jenna,” she said. “Hey, wake up.” Jenna didn’t stir, only waking once she poked her shoulder.
Jenna stretched, reaching far above her head as she woke up. “What gives? I was dreaming about something magical.” She sat up, only then noticing what she had done. “Woah… already?” she asked, her shoulders slumping.
“Sure smells like it.” Brooke pushed herself out of the comfy chair and held out her left hand, helping her friend stand up. “Come on, I could use a change, too.” The smell of Jenna’s diaper became much more pungent as they walked back inside the building.
Emma came to greet them. “Ready for a change, ma’ams?” she asked with a smile. Her eyes locked with Jenna’s for a brief moment, though she didn’t address the smell coming from her padding.
“We sure are,” Brooke said, returning her smile. “One of us more than the other, for sure.”
Emma nodded. “Of course. This way, please.” Once they’d taken their places on their own changing tables, Emma made quick work of Jenna’s diaper first then took care of her, choosing to tape them both into matching light pink diapers covered in hearts. “These should last you to dinner,” she finally said, smiling at the two of them as they sat up.
“Thanks!” Brooke said.
“Y-Yeah, thank you,” came Jenna’s embarrassed reply.
“Bet you didn’t think you’d be stinky so early, huh?” Brooke asked as Emma left them alone. “How’d it feel? Did you feel anything at all?”
Jenna shook her head. “Nope. I was dreaming about exploring some strange land; it’s hard to remember now. All I remember is waking up with… you know, in there.”
“Odd.” She took her by the hand and led her back to their chairs outside.
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“We have to tell Mistress,” Emma plainly stated. “Sofie is breaking the rules and is abusing her position of power. Like you said, our guests insisted that you join them. You were only trying to make their stay the best possible, right?”
“I was, but I’d be lying if I said that was the only reason. As much as I enjoy our friendship, I’m a social butterfly; I love talking to people. Working here is great because I get to meet so many people. Telling Mistress about all this could easily get me fired. Who would hire someone who can’t control their bladder or bowels?” Mia pulled her legs back up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
“Surely we could convince her to fire Sofie and keep us because we’re loyal to Mistress,” Emma hopefully said. “Mistress is our friend, remember? She said that we can come to her about anything.”
“Yeah, but she said her rules are absolute!”
Emma rolled her eyes. “What is she gonna do, fire all three of us and run this huge place herself?” She scoffed. “Of course not.”
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