The Resort, Chapter 24

 Brooke

I woke up in a puddle.

It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last. Those damn flowers were shockingly effective; the vase full of them on my nightstand sure solidified my need for my diapers. My incontinence had started off as a tingly feeling down there before even that went away, replaced by me feeling nothing whatsoever. Yesterday, I sat on the toilet for a little while after Jenna had gone to sleep. I had tried to hold it as hard as I could but I was unable to even slow the flow as my urine trickled into the toilet. It was almost as if I had forgotten how to use my muscles down there.

I reached down and felt around my hips. More wetness. It was quite obvious that I leaked. After just a week and some change, I couldn’t imagine going to bed without a diaper on. There was something just so intimate about giving your bladder control to something so soft and comforting. I couldn’t place my finger on why it felt so tantalizing and exciting. Even if I was able to regain my control, my time spent here at the resort had made me love my diapers. I made a mental note to order some on the flight back home. Adapting to my life back home with my new undies would definitely be a challenge, but with my bestie at my side, I knew we’d be able to figure it all out.

I let loose a long yawn, trying my hardest to not wake Jenna up. I took a cautious sniff of the air, then breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t made a mess in her sleep. I couldn’t imagine what she was going through. To give up control of your bladder is one thing, but your bowels? To not know when your body pushes your waste into your diaper? On one hand, I found that act of submission to one’s diaper to be the ultimate sign of accepting one’s fate. You know your place and your lot in life. You’ve accepted your diapers and what you can and cannot do. On the other hand, gross. I had a feeling that I would have to take care of my lover’s messes when we got home.

A wicked grin slid on my face as a silly thought formed in my head. If she had me clean up her messes, I’d have her clean up mine.

I prodded the sheets mere inches from Jenna’s diaper. Surprisingly, she hadn’t leaked. I squished her diaper and found that she was very close to leaking; it was quite warm and full. “You up?” I whispered.

“I am now,” came Jenna’s soft, mumbled reply.

She opened her eyes and found mine in an instant. As soon as our eyes locked, her bright smile made my heart flutter with joy. I wanted nothing more than to pull her in and do naughty things to her, but… those damned wet sheets were in the way and I desperately needed a diaper change. I had half a mind to just say ‘fuck it’ and instigate what I desired so badly, but the sheets were cold and felt a little sticky against my skin. My shoulders slumped in defeat.

I knew we’d find a time to enjoy each other’s bodies.

Soon.

“It would seem one of us had a bit of an accident.” At Jenna’s look of concern, I watched as she patted the back of her own diaper. “It’s me,” I quickly explained. “I leaked.”

“I told you you should have had them change you right before bed,” Jenna said as she sat up. “Now we have to change the sheets.”

“No, now they have to change the sheets. Wouldn’t you say it’s partly their fault for not ensuring I was protected?”

“At least the bed is protected.” Jenna pushed herself out of bed then pulled the large comforter back, exposing my large wet stain on the sheets. “Wow, you really should have gotten your diaper changed before bed.” She held out her arms and pulled me from the bed. Before I could say anything, she placed both hands on the back of my diaper and gently pushed me in the direction of the bathroom. “Go shower, cutie. I’ll change you into a fresh diaper once you’re done.”

“You know I’m supposed to be the Mommy in this relationship, right?” I jokingly half-asked. Heck, even the bottom of my T-shirt had gotten wet.

“Mommies don’t wet the bed,” came Jenna’s snarky yet playful reply. “And who says I can’t be the Mommy sometimes?”

That flare of disobedience from her made my eyes widen momentarily before I regained control of myself. “Mommies don’t poop their diapers,” I said in a low voice as I sought to regain control over her.

A blush appeared on her cheeks.

Perfect. I won.

“Why don’t you come join me in the shower?” I asked, though I made it sound more like a command rather than a suggestion. I had to reel her in to establish my hold over my lover.

“Because…” She started to fidget, looking anywhere but at me. “I need to get changed by one of the staff,” she meekly said.

I noticed a particular smell filling the room. “Oh…” I said in a way that showed I understood that she had just had another messy accident. “Why don’t I change you and we can shower together?”

“B-But it’s… dirty,” she said. “I think it’d be better for someone else to change me.”

Part of me wanted to cement my dominance over her and change her myself. Right as I was going to start ripping off the tapes of her diaper, something tickled my inner thigh. I knew exactly what it was.

I had leaked.


Again.

Ugh.

Maybe I could shower and dry off in time for whoever came to change Jenna so I could have them change me as well. I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks warm as memories of the staff changing my diapers flooded my mind. The way that they cared for me always seemed to put me at ease. It wasn’t sexual for them; they were simply doing their jobs as professionally as they could. To me, it felt naughty and perhaps a little silly to be using diapers like this, but it was also pretty fun. I remember how uncertain I had felt, perhaps even a little timid, when they had first changed my diaper. Compared to now, it felt shockingly normal to have someone change me out of a soggy diaper into a fresh one.

Odd how something so different can become normal so quickly.

“If you insist,” I said as I finally relented. I stood aside and swatted her on her diaper as she hurried past.

The rest of the day passed with relative ease. We spent most of the day relaxing out on our room’s balcony, sharing our second bottle of wine for the day. I lost track of how many diapers I had gone through so far; the staff made sure to keep us safe from leaks by coming to change us every few hours.

“Come on! Why don’t you just give it a shot?” Jenna playfully nudged my arm. “I did beat you in rock, paper, scissors; you owe me!”

I knew deep down that I would have to give in and become like her. I had lost. I knew it would damage our budding relationship if I went back on my word, too. I had been putting it off for a while but as we now had more days spent here than we had remaining, I came to the conclusion that if I was to actually go through with it and take the same enema that my lover had, I would need to take it tonight if I wanted to regain my control of my bowels by the time we left. Perhaps it was the alcohol giving me the confidence I lacked. “Fine. If you can find one of the staff members to do it, I’ll allow it.”