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The Resort Teaser
🕑 Added 2023-08-14 01:01:18 +0000 UTCI knoooow it's been a while since I last updated this story of mine. I've been working on switching from third person to first person pov. I'd love to know what you think!
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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 the back of 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.
