Re: Story request - Daipered Alumni

Posted by gmoe47 on December 18, 2010 at 12:03 [75.9.158.232]

In Reply to: Story request posted by tom on December 18, 2010 at 07:06

Subject: Sequel to Diaper Academy - Diapered Alumni

Diapered Alumni

Written by Brad Warden

Renee Dupree was still asleep as the early morning sun peeked over the
fog shrouded hills of San Francisco. In her residential part of the city,
in a neighborhood of multi-colored homes set along the ocean, everything
was quiet except for an angered seagull squawking its displeasure from the
top of a nearby light post. Even the sea was quiet this morning. Without
a sign of disruptive weather pattern anywhere out in the pacific, the waves
lapped lazily onto the beach under the yellow light of a setting full moon.

Inside her small but comfortable studio apartment, Renee lay stretched
out on her stomach under a jumble of blankets sucking her thumb and snoring
quietly under the gentle breeze of a fan. It wasn’t hot outside, in fact
it was chilly enough to warrant the pile of blankets piled upon her, but
it was a habit she had picked up in childhood and had never dropped. She
had fallen asleep with the tv on, and the silver flicker of electronic light
danced on her smooth, pretty face like reflections off a rippling pond. Her
short, dark blond hair, messed up from seven hours of deep sleep, portrayed
more a scene of serenity than of untidiness. With her thumb in her mouth,
she looked like a sleeping cherub. Adding to the image, her butt peeked out
from under the jumble of blankets, revealing the white plastic of a
disposable
diaper that displayed a line of blue S’s running over her shapely southward
curve. Some of the letters had been blotted out by the warm, congealed wet
spot that had flooded the material of her diaper as she slept.

It had been a year since Renee had graduated from the Warren academy for
girls, where for two years she had absolutely no bladder control at all.
And while she had mostly regained that control, the shunt that had been
placed
in her urethral sphincter had weakened it permanently, and it would never
be the same again. Especially at night.

It was eight AM on Saturday morning, and she was usually up and getting
ready for work by that time. Slowly swimming back up from unconsciousness,
Renee felt the warm, wet feeling of pee flowing into her diaper, but she
made no attempt to stop it. No need at that point, since she could feel that
her bladder was just about empty anyway. Besides it was the weekend, or
‘diaper
days’ as she called it. She could hear the subdued cartoon voices emanating
from the television, and she groped for the remote control laying on the
side table to turn the volume up.

She had set Saturday aside from the rest of the week and proclaimed it
diaper day because she had come to almost grow dependent on diapers after
her two year term in the academy, but because she could only buy so many
packs of adult diapers at a time, she could only afford to indulge in them
a few days out of the week. Besides, too much time in diapers would
undermine
all the hard work she went through trying to regain control of her bladder
and bowels. She did not want to be stuck in diapers again permanently.
Besides,
she liked not having to deal with diaper rash anymore.

Every once and a while, she would have a dribbling accident if her
bladder
was full and she was unlucky enough to sneeze or laugh at a funny joke, but
she still protected herself by wearing easily hidden incontinence pads, and
if she made sure her bladder stayed relatively empty, she had nothing to
worry about.

She turned over on her back and propped her head up to watch cartoons
for a while as she rubbed her hand over the warm wet spot that she had just
added to between her legs. Right on schedule, it wasn’t long before her
rectum
filled to capacity and demanded to release its contents. Renee did not
attempt
to dam the flow, even raising her legs slightly to allow for easier
movement.
Her heart skipped a beat, making her smile as the firm load crept slowly
out between her butt cheeks, covering her bottom like a pile of hot mud with
its soft caress. The freedom exhilarated her to the usual level of intense
pleasure, and the quivering muscles of her excited hole ran wet with pure
sexual excitement. She pushed her bottom into the mess and rubbed it around,
generating a warm, tingle between her legs as the poop squished around on
her sensitive skin. She lay there, stopping occasionally to watch cartoons,
tickling her pleasure spot until she reached a spasming, bed shaking orgasm.
Exhausted but tingly all over from the climax she just enjoyed, Renee sat
up and wiggled her bottom around in the smeared mess in her diaper before
standing up. Yawning and stretching the sleep out of her body and mind, she
walked to the bathroom, the still warm poop gluing the inside of her diaper
to her bottom. She peed again before peeling her diaper off, with the inside
almost completely smeared with the remains of the breakfast she ate
yesterday
morning, she rolled the messy diaper up carefully into a ball and tossed
it into the diaper pail she kept next to the bath tub.

Renee cleaned herself off, scrubbing the skin between her legs and on
her bottom vigorously with a scrubbing sponge and anti-bacterial soap, then
finished cleaning off the rest of her body and washed her hair before
turning
the water off and stepping out to dry herself off.

Walking naked and cold to her bedroom closet, she retrieved one of
doubled
diapers that she made the night before as she watched E.R. reruns. She
tossed
the diaper on the bed and lay down. With the speed of an expert, she
powdered
and diapered herself with a snug fit within minutes. She really had no need
to get truly dressed, she had been working hard all week and she had no
other
plans for the day other than hanging around the house in her diapers and
t-shirt, sucking down baby bottle after baby bottle of juice. She would have
to do a little light house cleaning though. Her friend Rachel, who she’s
met at the academy was arriving the next day, and she didn’t want Rachel
thinking she was lazy. The fact that she usually ‘was’ lazy was completely
beside the point.

She admired herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door.
Absolutely
adorable, she thought with a small bit of vanity. She was cute, and she was
quite aware of that fact. But her attention focused on her attire, and she
forgot about herself for a moment. She loved everything about diapers, more
specifically, disposable diapers. They way they looked, the way they felt.
She loved the way she could just pee and poop in them with impunity, while
everything else around her stayed dry and clean. A miracle of modern
science.
She splashed some Love’s Baby Soft perfume onto her skin. It was cheap
stuff,
and she would never consider wearing it outside of the house, but it made
her smell like a baby, and she loved it.

She ran her hands over her padded bottom, becoming excited at the caress
of the bulky material rubbing the skin between her legs, subtly pushing them
apart. She felt a slight pressure in her bladder, and simply let it have
its way. She always peed a lot in the morning, but she had made two packs
of doubled diapers out of four of them the night before, and she was well
stocked for the weekend. She was wet again, but with the double thickness,
she could wait a while before having to change. The ringing of the phone
snapped her out of her reverie, and she ran over to the phone excitedly,
crinkling loudly as she went.

It was Rachel. It had been a year since she had last seen her, and Renee
was anxious to see her again. She was calling her to let her know she would
be arriving the next morning around sunrise, and gave Renee the flight
number
and time of arrival at SFO. They didn’t talk long, deciding to do most of
the catching up when Rachel actually got there, and she hung the phone up
after reminding her friend to be careful and to keep her seat belt buckled
at all times. Excited to be seeing a good friend again after so long, her
bladder constricted and released a stream of wetness into her diaper.
‘Oops’,
she thought, grinning.

She decided to pass a few hours by snooping around the internet for a
while, poking around the various adult baby websites she had in her
bookmarks
for any new diaper pics she had never seen before. Sucking on a baby bottle
filled with juice, she happily browsed through the adult baby community,
absently wetting her diaper whenever the slightest pressure arose.

After an hour at the computer, she noticed that she had become quite
soaked,
her diaper now much heavier than it had been what seemed like only a few
minutes earlier. The briefest shade of concern crossed her mind about the
state of her bladder control, but with a few quick squeezes of the internal
muscles, she reassured herself. She would be in diapers for the next few
days, and it was perfectly ok to relax and wet herself whenever she had to
go. This particular brand had never leaked on her before, and she was not
concerned about getting her chair wet. At least not as long as she got up
and changed her diaper soon.

After a quick change, she was back to her normal dry, puffy bottomed self
again. Putting on a pair of pants in the spirit of privacy, she tied up the
bag of rolled up dirty diapers that lined the diaper pail in her bathroom,
and walked it out to the front porch where two industrial sized garbage cans
sat waiting to store the rolled up disposable diaper balls-in-a-bag. The
pail had started to smell, and she scolded herself for not being more
responsible.
After dumping the garbage bag into the can, she replaced the lid and then
turned to take in the gorgeous day that broken over the Barbary coast. She
felt the bulk of her diaper underneath her blue jeans, and when she moved
her legs to turn she could hear the subtle crinkling of plastic underneath
the faded denim. She wondered if it was noticeable what she was wearing,
but she didn’t care either way. The thought of somebody discovering that
she wore diapers was somewhat thrilling to her, but she had never been able
to work up the courage to fully leave her apartment wearing diapers. Looking
both ways up and down both sidewalks, she saw no one approaching, not even
a car. A large black crow gazed down upon her from the power lines across
the street with its beady, obsidian eyes, then ‘awked’ at her before flying
away with a hiss of beating wings. She settled for wetting her diaper
outside,
and felt a chill of pleasure run up her back. She was peeing in her pants
and nobody but herself even knew she was doing it. Maybe later, she thought,
would come outside to poop in her pants too, then maybe pull up a lawn chair
in the back yard and read a book for a while.

After walking back into her apartment, Renee realized that she had not
eaten yet, and her stomach had already started to grumble and complain from
the lack of substance within. Flipping through the yellow pages, she settled
on a Chinese place that delivered. That should make for some poopy diapers
later on, she figured.

Renee spent the rest of the day relaxing as she had planned. She went
through five diaper changes before her last one at bedtime - a triple
layered
overnight diaper - and watched Saturday Night Live in bed as she sucked on
a baby bottle filled with warm milk.

The sweet smells of her baby perfume and the warm milk soon seduced her
into peaceful unconscious bliss, again fell asleep under the shimmering,
silver glow of her television.

Chapter 2

Renee parked her white 1994 Mazda in a space by the outer wall of the
airport parking lot on the top level that looked west out towards the steep
hills beyond the north/south highway. Shrouded in fog, the thick white mist
had begun to retreat back to the open ocean as the early morning sun peeked
over the horizon. It was chilly, and a crisp, salty breeze mixed with heavy
overtones of jet fuel whipped off the San Francisco bay, buffeting her face
and threatened to seep through her clothing.

She had dared wearing a diaper under her clothing, only because she
figured
Rachel would also be wearing the same thing, though she was very nervous
and self conscious. It was her first time wearing a diaper under her clothes
out in public, but she was thrilled at the same time. Wearing diapers at
the academy was one thing, every other girl there was wearing them too, but
to go out amongst a public that did not see adults wearing diapers as a
normal,
socially accepted thing to do was a different thing entirely. More than a
few times, she considered taking her diaper off in the car before she
ventured
into the airport filled with strange people. She felt her bladder constrict
with the anxiety. Releasing a small, tentative stream of pee into the
padding
between her legs, her heart skipped a beat. The thought of leaking and
creating
a wet spot in her jeans terrified her, so she didn’t want to let it out too
quickly. Leaky diapers were only ok at home. She hoped that she wouldn’t
have a sudden, uncontrollable urge to poop. She had already had one genuine
accident last weekend, but she had been lucky enough to be at home - and
diapered - when it had happened. Pooping her pants in the middle of a crowd
of people was not something she wanted to experience.

As she finished wetting her pants, she went about making herself look
occupied by locking the door and grabbing her purse. Walking away from the
safety of her car, she strode towards the elevator that would take her down
into the airport terminal, doing her best to walk normally despite the
expanding
wet bulk between her legs. She had done a good job of disguising herself,
and as she reached the elevator that would lower her down to the main
airport
terminal, her confidence grew, and she forced herself to breath slower and
to calm herself. It worked to a point, but she was still not fully at ease.
Listening carefully for any signs of crinkling plastic under the layers of
denim and wool, she couldn’t hear anything, and gaining even more
confidence,
she made her way inside the small elevator and rode it down to the first
floor.

When the elevator doors whispered open, Renee found herself in a corridor
exactly like the one she had just left, and if she hadn’t felt the movement
of the elevator herself, she would have sworn she never actually went
anywhere.
Nonetheless, she exited the elevator, and turning right, followed the
corridor
around a curving bend that took her to a set of moving sidewalks. She
walked,
which doubled her speed, glancing at her clock, she saw that she had another
thirty minutes before Rachel’s flight arrived. No need to hurry. She finally
reached the end of the long corridor, and walking up a set of escalators,
she found herself in the main ticketing area of the San Francisco airport.

The airport seemed empty that morning, with only a few airline employees
mulling around behind their counters, and a few service workers tugging on
carts stacked with luggage. The smell of coffee and pastries tugged at her
nose, and she followed the signs to a café near the metal detectors. She
had some time to waste, and she was getting a little hungry. She sat down
with a cup of coffee at a booth by the window so she could watch the
airplanes
taxi to and from their gates. She felt a slight pressure in her bladder as
she sat down, and carefully let out another stream of pee, giving her diaper
plenty of time to soak it in. It was the second time she had wet since she
arrived at the airport, but she felt she could wet a few more times before
her diaper began to show signs of wear. The onesie she was wearing under
her clothes would keep her diaper from sagging dangerously low between her
legs. She knew now that she should have also worn plastic pants for extra
protection, but she hadn’t wanted any extra bulk. Looking down at her
coffee,
she decided to take it slowly.

It was finally time to get up and walk to the gate, and Renee checked
for any wet spots on her jeans as subtly as she could, pretending that she
was brushing lint off her pants legs. There were no wet spots, her diaper
didn’t even feel heavy yet, so she did her best to look as casual as she
could, and walked out of the café into the main corridor. As she made her
way to the metal detectors, she had a quick flash of a thought of herself
being searched by the security guards, and her diapers being discovered by
anybody close enough to see what was going on. Such a fear was irrational
of course, she had been through the same metal detectors more times than
she could remember, and never once did she ever have to submit to any kind
of search. This time would be no different.

Indeed her fears were baseless, as she set her purse down on the x-ray
machine, she walked through without so much of a sign of a beep. Still, her
heart had been beating faster than normal, and as she grasped her purse
strap
and flung it up over her shoulder, she walked down the corridor, away from
the metal detectors and security guards as fast as she could go without
running.
She finally got far enough away to where she felt comfortable enough to slow
down and glance back. She could barely see the security guards, and looking
forward again, realized she was almost at the gate she needed to wait at,
gate B-15. The extra walking had stimulated her bladder, and she allowed
another stream of pee flow unhindered into the thick padding between her
legs. ‘My own wetness forcefield’. She thought with a grin. The grin faded
slightly however as she felt a telltale disturbance in her lower abdomen,
a sign of a possible future messy accident. She had been taking nullo pills
with every meal for the past week to take the smell out of her poop, but
as of yesterday, it hadn’t seemed to be working. She hoped that it would
be working by today, because if she had to go when they left the airport,
she would have no second thoughts about going in her pants before they got
to the house, smell or not. She just hoped that she would be able to wait
till they got back to the car. She had eaten a good amount of kung pao
shrimp
and chicken chow mein the night before, which probably meant that it would
be no small affair.

Rachel’s plane actually arrived five minutes early, just after Renee had
arrived at the gate. Right one time. She hated waiting, and she was thankful
to have escaped it today. The warning rumble that had warned her earlier
was now moving its way southward in a slow, aching crawl that let her know
that she was definitely going to have a very full diaper soon. She hoped
that it wouldn’t be too runny, she didn’t want to have a messy leak so far
away from home.

The two girls hugged each other with the girlish excitement of long lost
friendship, two people that had gone through the same trying times and too
long separated from each other. The first question that either of them had
for each other was obvious by the looks on their faces. ‘Are you wearing
one?’

"Yes." Rachel said, smiling, "And I need changing too."

"Me too. "Renee replied secretively, under the chatter of louder voices.
"Well, I will need changing as soon as we leave the airport." The two girls
started walking to the baggage claim, Renee was grateful for all the new
noise; it made covering her diapers easier.

"One or two?" Rachel asked, giggling.

"Well, both. But I’ve been taking those nullo pills, to make it odorless.
It hasn’t been working though. But I hope for the sake of both our noses,
that it works today."

"I’ve been taking them too," Rachel said, "can’t smell a thing can you?"

"No, actually, I haven’t smelled anything but your perfume."

"It took almost a week for them to start working for me, they should kick
in today." Rachel said.

They reached the baggage claim, and as usual, they had to wait a while
for the baggage carousel to even start turning. Just as the machine whirred
to life and deposited its first piece of luggage onto the spinning belt,
the rumbling that had been in Renee’s tummy suddenly manifested itself in
her rectum with a full on, high pressure assault that forced her to clench
her butt cheeks together just to hold back the flood. Renee began to shift
her balance from her right foot to her left foot and back again in that
unmistakable
‘I have to go to the bathroom’ dance. Rachel noticed this, and with a
conspiratorial
glance around, whispered in her friends ear.

"As soon as we get near enough to the car where you’re comfortable, just
let it out. I’ll change you when we get to your place, if you change me
too."

Renee blushed at this. It had seemed liked a whole lifetime ago when she
was having her diapers changed by other people on a daily basis, but she
figured there was no harm in doing it again. Besides, Rachel was her friend,
not to mention, a friend who had already seen her in diapers many times
before.
Nodding, Renee decided that changing each others’ diapers would be just
fine,
as long as they were sanitary about it, and as long as they didn’t take it
any farther than that. She had never thought of other women in a sexual way,
and she really didn’t have any desire to change that any time soon. "Ok,"
Renee replied as quietly as she could, nervously swiping a stray lock of
hair from her lightly freckled cheek. "As long as we treat this as sort of
a sister/sister thing, ok? Please don’t take this the wrong way, but—"

"Renee," Rachel interrupted, smiling at her friend warmly, "I would never
make you do anything you didn’t want to do. I completely understand and
fully
acknowledge any wishes you have, understand?"

"I know," Renee said, returning the smile, "I trust you." The two girls
waited for a few moments in silence before either spoke again. A few of the
people from Rachel’s flight had already collected their baggage and left,
leaving them in relative privacy. "Did you change your diapers on the
plane?"
Renee asked.

"yeah. Once. I had actually taken a nap and woken up at the tail end of
an accident. It was the first time I’d wet in my sleep in months. It kinda
freaked me out."

"I still wet the bed on occasion." Renee replied, "So I still wear
diapers
to bed on most nights. I can’t afford to wear disposable diapers as much
as I’d like, but I have a few cloth diapers and plastic pants for when I’m
having a night wetting spell. I have plenty of disposables for this weekend
though." She added.

"Oh, there’s my suitcase." Rachel said, suddenly to the relief of her
friend.

Renee felt as if she was going to have a blowout very soon. She bent over
to help Rachel lift her heavy bag off the revolving belt, and as she lifted,
exerted a little bit too much force and pushed out a small but
uncontrollable
squirt of lumpy poop into the seat of her diaper. Renee quietly gasped, and
tensed as she looked at Rachel.

"What happened?"

Renee looked around to see if anybody was close enough to hear what she
was about to say. Lucky, her little faux pas had not generated any
embarrassing
noises. "I pooped in my pants, but it was just a little bit."

"Oh, well let’s get out of here then, you wont have to worry about it
in just a few minutes."

The tiny accident had felt good, and Renee’s heart skipped a beat at the
excitement of what she was about to do. The wonderful intrusion of the hot,
muddy poop tickled her bottle and made her butt cheeks slide together
smoothly
as she walked. She could barely wait to just relax and let her body have
its way, but she still had a few steps to go, before they reached the
doorway
that led to the long corridor that would lead them to the elevator to
freedom.

"Only a little farther." Rachel said, seemingly reading her friend’s
mind.
"Can you hold it?"

Renee nodded. "Sure, no problem." At that moment, she felt a sharp cramp
in her rectum, and she bit her lower lip in pain. ‘Maybe I can let out just
a tiny bit more to make the cramps go away,’ she thought ‘just enough ease
the pressure.’ Relaxing her muscles just a bit, she felt the solid head of
the hot, pressurized load begin to squeeze outward into the cupping
protection
of her diaper. Just as she felt that she had gone far enough, Renee clamped
down on the flow. She let out a little bit more than she had intended to,
but there was nobody around anyway, and so far, she couldn’t even smell a
sign of anything but jet fuel. "Do I smell yet?" She asked Rachel.

"Not that I can tell." She replied. Looking both ways up and down the
walking sidewalk, she added, "Why don’t you just let it out now. We’re not
too far from the car are we?"

"No," Renee conceded, she wanted so badly just to let it all out, and
was taking any kind of encouragement as a full thumbs approval up to
proceed.
"Ok, here goes." And almost before the conscious thought left her brain,
her rectum had begun to relax, releasing the intense pressure that had built
up to an uncontrollable, bursting crescendo. As Renee tried her best to
focus
on her surroundings and ignore the heart stopping events taking place in
her pants, her butt cheeks were suddenly pushed apart by a solid wave of
hot, bulky poop that crept slowly outwards into her diaper. A subtle bulge
formed as the mess collected in a pile that covered her sensitive skin. It
finally stopped as suddenly as it had started, and Renee was left standing
there feeling exhilarated. "That felt wonderful." She said.

"The ride home will be even better." Rachel replied. "I hope you have
lots of baby wipes."

"I have plenty of those. Bought a case of them." The two walked in
silence
for the rest of the way, which was not very far. When they got to the car,
Renee helped Rachel put her suitcase in the trunk, then they both climbed
inside and slammed the doors. "This is so neat." Renee said a few moments
later. "My diaper is super messy but I don’t smell a thing." Her bottom sank
into the hot, muddy mess that molded to every inch of every curve and crack
that it could squelch into. She loved doing that.

"Yeah, they come in handy. I use them all the time."

"Have you been wearing diapers a lot since the academy?" Renee asked as
she started the car. She pulled her seat belt down and clicked it into
place,
and made Rachel do the same.

"Yeah, I have." Rachel replied, looking downward. "In fact, I’ve been
wearing them everyday."

"Wow, you’re even more attached to them than I am."

"Well," Rachel continued, "It’s more of a necessity than an attachment."

Renee moved to switch over to drive but stopped in mid-motion. "What
happened?"
She asked. "You never told me anything about this."

"After I left the academy, I had only managed to gain back a little bit
of my original control again, probably less than fifty percent. I’ve been
to see the doctors, but they all say that I will never be the same again.
So unless some miracle cure for my condition comes along, it looks like I’m
stuck in diapers for life." Rachel had been looking out the window as she
spoke, and had not been able to meet her friend’s eyes. Renee put a hand
on her shoulder to comfort her, and remind her that there was nothing to
be ashamed of around her.

"I’m so sorry, Rachel." Renee said. "Here I am, wearing them because I
want to, and you’re in them because you have to be. I’m sorry if I’ve
offended
you, I didn’t know."

"Oh, no" Rachel assured her, "I’m not offended at all. And it’s ok,
really.
I’ve gotten used to it, it’s no big deal. Now let’s get out of here, ok?
We’re both going to get a rash."

Renee smiled as she backed out of the parking spot. Reaching the exit
gate, she paid the tired looking woman in the booth and drove out towards
highway 101 North. They were on the open road before Renee spoke again.
"I’ve
never driven with a full diaper before." She joked. A stream of pee began
to run out of her bladder, and she allowed it free reign. Now into her
fourth
wetting, she began to feel a warm, expanding heaviness between her legs,
and she concentrated on getting home. She was in need of a change.

"That’s not that hard part." Rachel replied. "Wait til you have an
accident
while you’re driving. I’ve almost crashed before because of it. You just
have to ignore it."

"I’m trying." Renee switched the radio on, and they both listened in
silence
as Renee wove her way in and out of traffic. As if passing through a pair
of curtains, they found themselves shrouded in fog as they entered the city,
and Renee switched on her headlights just to be safe. A thought struck her,
and she asked Rachel about it. "I noticed that you didn’t have any extra
baggage. Where are all your diapers?"

"I only brought a few of them with me in my carry on." She said. "I can
always go to a pharmacy later and pick up more." Renee suggested that they
stop on the way home, but Rachel asked to go home first to get changed.
Renee
agreed since she wanted to get out of her messy diaper too. The fun only
lasted so long. The mess that clung to her bottom was beginning to cool down
and get itchy. Plus, the thought of getting a real diaper change again after
so long excited her.

"We’ll go out again after we get cleaned up." Said Renee. "Then we’ll
go grocery shopping, and pick up a few movies. You and I are cooking dinner
tonight. It’ll be fun." It wasn’t long before they arrived back at Renee’s
apartment by the beach. It was a Sunday afternoon, and the traffic had not
been all that bad. As Renee got out of her set and stood up, she was mindful
of the smeared mess in her pants. As she slammed the car door and walked
up on the sidewalk, her diaper felt like it had been glued to her bottom
with warm, thick paste. Switching on her car alarm with the usual double
beep, her and Rachel walked to the front door, then stepped inside.

Reminding herself that it would be her first diaper change in a little
over a year, Renee’s heart skipped a beat with nervousness. She was about
to ‘change’ a diaper too, which was something that she had never done
before.
Renee helped Rachel get situated first, showing her the spare bedroom, and
the rest of the apartment. After the small tour, Rachel asked if it would
be ok to start getting cleaned up. Renee said Ok, and nervously, asked
Rachel
to lay down on the bed, while she went to get the supplies.

Chapter 3

Rachel went first, because she was the guest. She was laying on the
floor,
on a disposable pad as Renee had asked her to. Beside her on the floor,
Renee
had placed the diaper pail from the bathroom to hold the baby wipes that
were about to be used. She asked Rachel to lift her hips, so she could pull
her pants down, and was a little surprised at what she found.

"Oh." Said Renee. "You’re wearing a cloth diaper." It was a little
different,
since they had both worn disposables for the whole two years they had been
in the academy, Renee had actually never seen a cloth diaper that big
before.
Over that, she was wearing a pair of pink, see-through pull-up style plastic
panties that formed perfectly over her shapely back side and flattened the
diaper to her body making it less noticeable.

"Yeah," Rachel replied, "but I’m wearing a pull-up under it so I don’t
have to wash the poopy cloth diaper in the washing machine. It’s just wet."
She added with a grin.

"Well it’s back to disposables for you." Renee said.

"That’s ok. I just wore this because they’re more quiet than disposables.
I figured being close to so many people would be pushing it." They said
nothing
more as Renee pulled Rachel’s plastic panties off, revealing a single form
fitting cloth diaper held in place with velcro at the waist. Ripping the
top wings off the lower ones, she pulled the front of Rachel’s diaper down,
revealing the disposable pull-up underneath. Rachel was a petite young
woman,
but the pull-up which had been made for toddlers fit tightly around her
waist.
With Rachel’s legs sticking up, she could now see the bulge of poop
underneath
the gauzy disposable material. Taking hold of the sides of the pull-up,
Renee
ripped the material and pulled the front of the garment down.

"Well you’ve had a busy day." Renee said as she looked at the sodden
paper
and cloth pinched between Rachel’s thin legs. "You’re soaked." The messy
accident that she’d had wasn’t so bad, just a solid lump about the size of
a grapefruit stuck to her bottom, it would be easy cleanup, though her own
diaper would probably take a little more time. As she knelt, she felt as
if her bottom were sliding around in it’s own private mud bath.

She cleaned the majority of the poop off of Rachel’s bottom with the
front
of the disposable material, then cleaned her skin with baby wipes until she
was spotless. They would both have to take baths later on, but for now, this
would do. The baby wipes were anti-bacterial anyway. As she finished
cleaning
her friend’s bottom off, she noticed that Rachel had removed her pubic hair
just like she had. They had required them to do that in the academy, and
old habits die hard. Pulling the used diaper out from under her friend, she
dried her bottom off with a hand towel as Rachel held her legs back with
her arms.

Renee picked up the still folded disposable diaper laying on the floor,
and fanned Rachel’s exposed bottom with it, allowing it to dry out a bit.
"Bet that feels better, huh?" She asked, smiling. "I feel like I’m baby
sitting
you know." She added, joking.

"I’ll be wiping your messy butt off in a minute too you know, miss
big-girl."
Rachel joked back. On the tv, which Renee had turned on to fill in the quiet
void, an audience laugh-track sounded from the speakers, cheering them on.

Renee continued, figuring the fastest way to get cleaned up herself was
to get on with it. With Rachel’s bottom still exposed, it was easy to slide
one of her specially made double diapers under her, and she asked her friend
to let go and let her bottom lay on the padding. Not wasting any time with
the easiest part, Renee pulled the diaper up between her friend’s legs, and
carefully taped her in as snugly as she could and still keep it comfortable.
She couldn’t wait for the adult diaper industry to come out with adult
diapers
with elastic side panels.

"There." Renee said, inspecting her work proudly. "Got your pee-pee force
field on again." Hearing this, Rachel busted out laughing.

"Pee-pee force field?? Where did you come up with that one?"

"Oh. You know. ‘Around.’" She winked. "My turn now?" She pleaded.

"Sure!" her friend replied, getting up from the floor. Her new diaper
crinkled freshly against the apartment walls. "Now you lay down." She said
once she was standing. Once Renee was on her back, Rachel bent and knelt
down between her friend’s legs. "let’s get those pants off first."

As expected, it took a little while longer to change Renee’s diaper. It
was messier, and took longer and took more baby wipes to get her cleaned
up. But it was eventually over, and Renee soon found herself dry and clean.
Rachel rolled the messy remnants into a ball and taped it shut. Her diapers
were the smallest size that were sold in the adult sizes, but with the
double
thickness, coupled with the amount that it was holding, the rolled up ball
was pretty big. Into the diaper pail it went.

"That’s it kiddo." Rachel said. "We’re all finished. whattya say we get
dressed and head to the grocery store. I don’t know about you, but I’m
getting
hungry."

"yeah me too." Renee replied as she pulled her pants back up, one of the
pairs that were intentionally baggy to fit over her diapers. They both
finished
dressing, and with a quick inspection of each other’s appearance, they piled
into the car and sped off.

Their destination was the local supermarket. It was mercifully empty
Renee
found, as she parked her car in a space near the storefront. She knew people
around here, and she didn’t want to be caught wearing diapers under her
clothes.
She knew they were virtually unnoticeable, but in her mind, her butt puffed
outward in the back like a concealed pillow, she waddled like a duck, and
every step produced a loud, crisp crinkle of plastic. ‘Ridiculous.’ Her
logical
mind told her. With Rachel in tow, she led the way into the supermarket.

They did their shopping relatively fast, getting the things they needed
without wasting time. They were both self-conscious about what they were
wearing, though both of them tried to hide it. Renee wet herself in the
checkout
line, as did Rachel, both girls unaware of what the other had done.

Their next stop was the large chain pharmacy store near her apartment.
With an extra person in the house, they would need extra diapers. She always
went to this particular pharmacy because she had come to know the woman who
worked in the pharmacy section in the back of the store. She had bought
diapers
there many times, and the woman, being familiar with seeing Renee buy
diapers
all the time, did her best to act as discreetly as she could, even going
so far as to help Renee hide her purchase in a box so she wouldn’t be
embarrassed
when she walked out of the store. Renee greatly appreciated the
understanding
help, and returned with her money again and again because of it.

The pharmacy was thankfully just as quiet as the supermarket had been,
and with another release of wetness into her diaper, she walked inside with
Rachel. With a quick glance towards the back of the store, Renee was
relieved
to see that the woman was on duty, it would make what they were about to
do a lot easier.

"You could just wait out by the car if you want to." Renee said to her
friend. "This will only take a minute."

Rachel glanced at the diapers on the shelf, then back to Renee. "No."
She said. "We’re going to do this together." Not wasting any time, they
walked
to the middle of the aisle, grabbed two packages of the small size, and
headed
for the pharmacy counter. Renee always bought her diapers in the back of
the store, which saved her a little embarrassment from having to stand in
line holding a package of adult diapers in front of a crowd of people.

The woman pharmacist was just as helpful as usual, putting their diapers
in a cardboard box for them. The woman smiled at Renee as she rang her
purchase
up. It was the same smile one might give to a cute little girl. Renee smiled
back, though she was unsure whether the woman saw her as endearing, or
retarded.
She shrugged it off anyway. The woman was polite and that’s all that
mattered.
Grabbing the box off the counter, Rachel and Renee left the store, and
putting
the diapers in the back seat along with the groceries, they got back into
the car and headed back to Renee’s apartment.

When they got back to the house and put the groceries up in pantry, Renee
considered what to do next. She was hungry, that much was certain, so
cooking
dinner would be the most logical next course of action. She found that she
was a little wet, and she suspected that Rachel was equally as damp, but
she figured that she could easily go through a few more good wettings before
she actually needed a diaper change. Before they started to cook, Renee
changed
from her blue jeans, to a pair of elastic waist shorts. The shorts were as
baggy as her jeans were, but the puffiness of her doubly thick diaper was
much more obvious under the thinner flannel material. Rachel decided just
to wear her diaper and a t-shirt.

They made a relatively quick meal of stir-fry and pasta, and ate on a
pair of squat floor tables in front of the television. Renee realized there
was pressure in her bladder so she let it flow out into her diaper. After
the wetness had enough time to soak in, she felt like she could go for at
least two more before her next change. She was in a wet diaper mood tonight.
She figured Rachel was just as wet as she was, in fact, she could see that
she had wet at least once by the blotted out look of the blue stripes on
the front of her exposed diaper. She looked forward to changing her again
as well as getting changed herself.

When they were both finished, they simply lay back in the bean bag chairs
they were sitting on, leaving the dishes to be dealt with later. An hour
went by as they lay back and stared at the tv with an almost zombie-like
gaze. Renee went through her third wetting, and enjoying the feeling of
letting
her bladder have free reign to simply release when it chose. She hoped that
she would have a messy accident before her next change, but the chances of
that were slim, since she never had to poop at this time of night. With any
luck, she would have one in the middle of the night.

***

Without even noticing it, Renee managed to doze off in front of the tv,
and she woke up with a start. Rachel was leaning over her, with her face
close to her own. "Let’s get you changed, ok? You’re soaked." Rachel said,
smiling.

The tv was still on, but looking at the clock on wall, Renee realized
that she had been asleep for over three hours. Reaching down between her
legs, she felt that she was indeed very wet, almost to the point of leaking.
The feeling made her instantly horny. "Ok." She replied, simply. Her voice
was heavy from misuse, and cracked as she spoke, she rubbed her hands over
her eyes, trying to get the sleep out, making her look like a baby girl
waking
up from a nap. Looking up at Rachel, she felt an odd feeling of attraction.
‘What’s happening to me?’ she thought. ‘I’m not a lesbian.’ But she couldn’t
deny the feeling she was experiencing. Sure, it was natural to be close to
friends in a certain way, but not to the point of sexual attraction. Unless
it was with a guy friend.

Rachel grabbed Renee’s hands and pulled her up to a standing position.
Unsteady from three hours of sleep, Renee stumbled and fell into Rachel’s
arms, bringing their face only centimeters apart. "Hi." Renee said,
half-jokingly.

"H-hi." Rachel stammered. She seemed a little shocked to suddenly have
her friend’s face thrust into her own, and she held her breath to see what
would happen next.

Renee’s heart slammed against the inside of her ribcage as she gazed at
her friend, because she knew what she was about to do. She couldn't believe
that she was about to make such an impulsive mood, but she knew that if she
chickened out now, she would never have the nerve to try it again. Without
warning, she leaned forward and placed a brief but unhurried kiss on
Rachel’s
lips.

The split second of uncertainty afterwards seemed like a millennia to
Renee. She had every reason to expect her friend to pull away, disgusted
by what she had done. But that didn’t happen. Surprising Renee, her friend
reacted by leaning closer to her, and pushing her own lips into hers. It
only lasted a split second, and they both looked at each other with a
surprised
look on their face.

"I’m sorry!" Renee said first. She had a look on her face like she
suddenly
realized the had done a very bad thing.

"Hey, it’s ok." Rachel reassured her. "I liked that. Want to do it
again?"
She looked back at Renee, who now looked unsure. Renee was still very
anxious,
and the nervousness made her release another stream of pee into her already
sodden diaper. Even though it seemed soaked all the way through, it soaked
up the wetness without leaking.

Renee didn’t say anything, but leaned forward again and kissed Rachel.
The second kiss lasted a little longer. Rachel reacted by leaning forward
herself, getting as close to Renee as she could. On impulse, Renee reached
up and cupped swell of Rachel’s breast under her t-shirt, giving a little
squeeze causing Rachel to breath harder. She found Rachel’s hardened nipple
and stroked it through the fabric of her shirt. Strangely enough, it was
Rachel who stopped it despite her intense arousal. "Let’s go change your
diaper first. I need a change too."

Renee just nodded her head in dazed agreement as she took Rachel’s hand
and walked into the bedroom. She was about to get naked with one of her
friends,
and she was unsure of what to think about it. Thinking ahead, she couldn’t
find any reason why this would affect her in the future, as long as she made
it clear that she was uninterested in carrying on a relationship. She knew
plenty of lesbian girls, but she never thought she herself would have any
such feelings. The good thing about it was she wasn’t ashamed of what she
was about to do. They were two full grown consenting adults, besides,
wearing
diapers wasn’t exactly a normal thing for adults to do, and made lesbian
sex seem tame in comparison.

With her soaked diaper doggedly hanging from her hips, she followed
Rachel
into her bedroom, and turned out the light.

Chapter 4

Despite her drowsiness, Renee felt highly aroused. She lay on the bed
wearing nothing but her soaked diaper, and waited to see what Rachel would
do first. It was dark in the room, the lights turned out by Rachel a few
minutes earlier, but the lights and the television was still on in the
living
room which cast a beam of light into the room. Rachel’s silhouette appeared
in the doorway holding a bundle under her arm.

"Hope you haven’t leaked on the bed." Rachel said quietly. Renee could
see very little, but she could hear the smile in her friend’s voice. She
reached down between her legs and felt the pasty, sodden material under the
plastic of her diaper, but she detected no leaks.

"I don’t think I have yet." Renee replied, sleepily. "But I probably will
if I pee again." Removing her hand from the plastic covering, she found the
top of her diaper and reached downward to find her clitoris. She found it
and began to slowly massage it between her fingers.

"Can I join in?" Rachel teased when she noticed Renee pleasuring herself.

"Sure." Renee said. "The more the merrier."

Dumping the bundle onto the floor from under her arm she got onto the
bed then pulling her leg up and over, she straddled Renee. She found the
soft mounds of Renee’s breasts, her fingers playing over her rock hard
nipples.
Renee squirmed under Rachel with a contented moan, then stretched her legs
out with her toes pointing a line at the wall. Renee reached up and found
her friend’s tits and began to return the pleasure. After a while, Rachel
placed her hands on either side of Renee’s head, then bent down to press
her own lips with hers. Her tongue found Renee’s mouth, and they instantly
coupled in a wet, undulating exchange of oral copulation. Reaching down,
she ripped off the tapes on her diaper, then pulling it out from under her,
she tossed it to the floor where it landed heavily.

Lifting herself up, Rachel got off of Renee, then positioning herself
between Renee’s legs, she undid the tapes on her diaper as well. Renee
helped
by arching her bottom up off the bed, and Rachel tossed the second diaper
on top of the first where it lay folded in half on the floor.

Rachel kissed the insides of Renee’s thighs, sending ripples of shivered
excitement through her friend. Her skin was so soft, and Rachel felt like
she could simply sit there and massage her skin all night and be completely
content. Kissing and licking her way slowly downward, her lips eventually
found the wet, pink hole which was her target. The skin between her legs
was also smooth, and Rachel could not even detect the slightest presence
of miniature stubble touching her lips. Renee squeezed her legs together,
spurring Rachel on. Rachel considered herself skilled in the practice of
oral sex, and she hoped that Renee would not be disappointed.

In the darkness, Rachel’s tongue found Renee’s erect clitoris and she
began to lick the wrinkled pink skin surrounding it, teasing Renee with
subtle
waves of excitement that hinted at better things to come. Rachel felt Renee
grasp lightly at her hair, pushing her head closer into her hot, sensitive
hole. Rachel obliged, taking Renee’s clit between her lips, she sucked it
into her mouth and ran over the tip with her tongue. This made Renee arch
her back in ecstasy, and she pulled at Rachel’s hair, unconscious in her
utter bliss of the pain she was causing on her friend’s scalp. Rachel forged
ahead however, having almost as much fun as Renee was having.

Renee went through three more back arching, hair pulling, bed vibrating
climaxes before they switched positions, then Renee had her turn at
returning
the favor. They did this for about another before they both became exhausted
and collapsed onto the bed in each other’s arms.

Renee had to pee, but despite how much she wanted to just let go and pee
right there, she didn’t have a plastic sheet on the bed, and didn’t want
to ruin a perfectly good mattress. Rachel asked where she was going, and
Renee told her that she had to use the bathroom, and she didn’t want to
waste
a diaper on just one wetting.

When she came back a few minutes later, the bedroom light was turned on,
and there was a thick, white cloth diaper laid out on the bed, waiting to
be wrapped around some lucky big baby girl’s bottom. Since Rachel was
sitting
on the bed beside it, Renee assumed the setup was for her benefit.

"You want me to wear a cloth diaper tonight?" Renee asked.

"Sure why not?"

"No reason." Renee shrugged. "I’ve just never worn one before. They made
us wear those big Pampers lookalikes at the academy, and I’ve been using
adult disposables since then."

"Well," Rachel replied, rubbing the inside of the thick, multi-layered
cloth diaper laying open on the bed. "Tonight you’re going to sleep in old
fashioned cloth and plastic panties. And so am I." She added. With that
said,
she patted the diaper with both hands, indicating for Renee to lay down on
top.

Renee did as she was asked. She lay down with her bottom in the narrowing
part of the hourglass shape, the thick layers of cloth making her feel like
she was lying on a pillow. As Rachel pulled the front of the diaper up
between
Renee’s legs, she noticed that on the front and rear wings there were velcro
fasteners, making pins unnecessary. Once Renee was fastened in snugly, she
was able to move her legs, and she got the full feel of the diaper wrapped
around her. It was the thickest thing she had ever worn, and knew for a fact
that she would never be able to hide these under any kind of clothing
without
it being obvious. Even with her baggiest sweatpants, this diaper would
surely
give her away, making it look like she had a pillow shoved into her pants.
She liked it, but it was definitely an indoor diaper. She wondered how it
would compare with disposables for absorbency.

Rachel then produced a pair of pink pull-on plastic pants from the diaper
bag she had brought. They looked too large to Renee, but she figured that
with the extra bulk, it would probably fit perfectly. Rachel pulled the
plastic
panties up Renee’s legs, and asked her to raise her bottom when she could
go no further. After a few moments Rachel had pulled the panties tight over
Renee’s diaper, and there was just barely enough room to tuck everything
inside the elastic waist.

Renee soon realized that she would have to sleep on her stomach that
night.
With her diaper being so bulky, it forced her bottom up at an unnatural
angle
which would make it impossible for her to sleep. No matter though, she slept
on her stomach often, and sometimes even preferred it. She tried to sit up,
but found it difficult, so she rolled over onto her side and slid off the
bed.

"Ok, your turn, missy." Renee said, who was standing with her legs
farther
apart than usual. Rachel pulled out an identical diaper but her plastic
panties
were clear, and had snap-on buttons along the sides. Renee commented on
them,
and Rachel promised she could wear them the next night.

Soon Rachel was diapered as well, and Renee drummed her hands playfully
on Rachel’s widely expanded bottom as she lay on her back with her legs
pulled
back to her chest. They both giggled and Renee lay on top of her half naked
friend. She gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. "How about we get some
sleep."
Renee said.

"How about a midnight baby bottle first while we watch David Letterman."
Rachel suggested.

"That," Renee replied, "Is a great idea. Warm milk or hot chocolate?"
She asked.

"Hot chocolate." Rachel replied.

"Good choice. Why don’t you stay here and warm the tv up while I go and
make the bottles."

"Let’s do it." Rachel said, smiling. Renee gave her another quick kiss
on the nose, then got up from the bed with a little more effort than it
normally
took.

She walked to the kitchen, with a little more waddle added, and got out
all the necessary items from the cabinets that she would need. She wet for
the first time while she was waiting for the milk to heat on the stove. It
just suddenly came out, and while she could have stopped it, she saw
absolutely
no reason why she should. The feeling was a little different, there wasn’t
such an obvious spread of wetness as there would be with a disposable
diaper,
but she could still feel that she had wet herself. She thought about having
to wash the diapers tomorrow, and she would most likely have to poop in the
morning, but she didn’t have time to think about it for very long as she
returned her concentration to what she was doing.

Renee filled both of the baby bottles with the hot, sweet chocolate
liquid,
then screwed the nipples on tight. They were Renee’s baby bottles, and she
had cut larger holes into the top of the nipples for easier drinking. She
was careful not to make the chocolate too hot, and found that she could
easily
hold the plastic baby bottles with no pain. ‘No gain I guess, then.’ She
thought.

When she returned to the bedroom, Rachel was still naked except for her
diaper, and she was sitting up in bed with the blankets pulled up to her
smooth, flat stomach watching tv. "I’m back" Renee said as she handed her
friend a warm baby bottle.

"That didn’t take long."

"I’m an expert at it. My mommy taught me how to make it when I was a kid.
And it’s by far the best hot chocolate in the world, I might add." She
beamed
proudly. She got into bed along with her friend. "Mind if I smoke?" she
asked.

"I thought you would never ask." Rachel replied. "I was dying for a
cigarette."

"Well suffer no more." Renee said as she produced a pack of cigarettes
and an empty ashtray from inside the drawer in her bedside table. They lit
up and Renee held her cigarette up. Rachel touched her cigarette to hers.
"Here’s to slow suicide." She joked.

As they watched tv and smoked, Rachel suddenly sat up, and bent over the
end of the bed, openly exposing her wide padded bottom. She retrieved
something
from her diaper bag then righted herself and got back under the covers. "I
almost forgot." She said. With her lighter, she held out a small wooden
pipe.

"Ooo, pot. Neato." Renee said. "This is going to be cool, I haven’t
smoked
weed in years."

"Me either, but my sister gave me some for my birthday last month. I
still
had it lying around in my panty drawer at home."

"Does she know you wear diapers?" Renee asked.

"Yeah, and in fact she asked if she could try one too."

"No WAY!" Renee laughed.

"Way."

"Did you give her one?"

"Sure. I thought it was cute. She said she was going to try to make her
boyfriend wear it." Rachel giggled as she flicked the lighter to life and
lit the pipe’s contents. She held her breath for a while, then let out a
large cloud of smoke that was followed by a few sputtering coughs.

"I wonder if she succeeded?"

"I don’t know." Rachel replied, passing the pipe to Renee. "But her
boyfriend
is cute. He would look adorable in just a t-shirt and Pampers." She giggled
again.

Renee giggled back, imagining the picture. She was still attracted to
men, and the thought of an especially attractive one wearing a wet and/or
messy diaper made her nipples harden. There were certain guys she liked to
fantasize about at work, guys she would gladly diaper if they would only
ask her. Too bad she just couldn’t come out and ask.

They were soon laughing a little louder and with more frequency, giggling
at David Letterman’s dry, self-ridiculing humor while sucking on their baby
bottles. Buzzed, they were laughing at just about anything. "I just wet
myself."
Rachel said, and they both burst out into laughter.

They finally wound down after the show was over and Renee switched the
tv off and put the remote on the bedside table. Holding each other close,
they cuddled each other in the darkness under the blankets. It was chilly
in the room, but it remained toasty and warm under the covers.

"What if I have to poop?" Renee whispered, suddenly realizing the diaper
she was wearing were not her own. They would also have to be washed.

"You’re wearing a diaper, goof. What do you think you’re supposed to do?"
Rachel kidded.

Renee smiled back, though her friend could not see it in the pitch black
room. "I was just worried about damaging it. We should have put on some of
my pull-ups first." She said.

"Don’t worry about it. They’re diapers, that’s what they were designed
for. Just have fun." Rachel replied. Closing her eyes and snuggling a little
closer to her friend turned girlfriend, she stuck her thumb in her mouth
as they both dozed off to sleep. Rachel started wetting again a moment
later,
but she was already too far gone into sleep, and didn’t feel it. Snoring
peacefully in each other’s arms, they dreamt about being babies again.

Chapter 5

Renee woke early the next morning, even before the sun had come up, with
the overpowering urge to poop. Such was typical for her, she was woken up
most mornings for the same reason. She knew it was coming, but it usually
wasn’t so early. Relaxing her muscles, she allowed a small amount of the
mess to push itself out into her diaper, just to test the water a little.
She smiled as a golf ball sized chunk squeezed out from between her butt
cheeks and settled into the tiny space between her bottom and her diaper.

She was lying on her side, with a pillow between her legs that she had
apparently put there in her sleep for extra leg support, so the pressure
in her rectum would have no problem pushing the hot, lumpy mess out into
her diaper. Rachel was asleep, she could tell because she was snoring
lightly
in her arms, and she hoped that the nullo pills she had taken were still
working. She didn’t want to wake her friend up so early in the morning with
such a bad smell. Hugging Rachel closer to her in the dark, she relaxed her
sphincter muscle and let her body have its way.

It took another moment for her body to realize that it had been given
permission to proceed at will, but when it did, Renee felt the familiar slow
creep of hot, slippery bulk spreading her butt cheeks apart. The bulge
continued
to grow ever so slowly as it met the cotton barrier of her diaper, and with
its forward path now cut off, it expanded in the only directions that it
could - forwards and backwards. The thick paste creeping outward at a snails
pace suddenly became softer, which made the bulge covering her bottom
suddenly
grow to almost twice its size. The sudden expansion made her diaper puff
outward, and the last remnants of her release turned into a loose, lumpy
flow that made a wet but muffled fart from deep inside her diaper. Shifting
her legs a bit, she felt the warm, slippery lumps of the messy bulge slide
over her sensitive skin, and her vagina became instantly wet with a warm
tingling flow that she could feel dripping into the cloth between her legs.
She took a deep breath of relief. She felt better now. Sniffing, she smiled,
she could smell no signs of her intentional accident. Not yet anyway. Renee
scissored her legs again, enjoying the feeling of the hot mushy bulge that
clung to her bottom. She loved the way it crept slowly up between her legs
at a microscopically slow pace until she moved, making it squelch forward
faster.

For the first time since she had woken up, she noticed that her bladder
was full. She hadn’t wet the bed in a few days at least and tonight seemed
to be another would-be dry night. But Renee would not see of it. Removing
the pillow from between her legs, she turned over on her stomach, and
reassociated
herself in the bed with her pillows. Relaxing again, she felt her bladder
instantly release a flow of hot pee down her urethra which flowed into the
already damp cloth between her legs, flowing downward towards her stomach.
She continued to pee for what seemed like more than a minute.

She finally stopped wetting, then yawning widely, she shifted her body
towards the foot of the bed so that her bottom would sink deeper into the
warm, squishy mess in her diaper. Warm and cozy, she soon fell asleep again.

She woke again a few hours later to a somewhat brighter room. The sun
was coming up and she could see dim light coming in through her bedroom
window.
Her diaper was still wet, and messy, but it had grown cold and a little
itchy
inside. The feeling reminded her a little of being back in the academy. But
at least now she didn’t have to wait in line to get her diaper changed.
Suddenly
she rolled over, and realized that Rachel wasn’t there.

She sat up in bed, smiling at the tepid but abundant amount of mush that
squished up between her legs. When she stood up, she felt pressure in her
bladder so she just let it flow out. Her diaper was soaked to capacity, but
her pink plastic panties did a good job of keeping the wetness in.

Walking into the combination dining room kitchen, she found Rachel
sitting
at the table reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. "Good morning,
sunshine."
She chimed. She was now wearing an oversized t-shirt, but Renee could tell
that she had already changed her own diaper sometime that morning while she
slept.

"Good morning." Renee replied, yawning again.

"I’ll bet you’re soaked." Rachel said. Renee just nodded her head and
sat down in the opposite chair.

"And messy."

"Awww, poor baby." Rachel teased. "Well, why don’t you go lie back down
and I’ll change your diaper. Then we can go out and get some breakfast."

"I need some coffee first." Renee replied.

Rachel poured her a cup, and they sat there for a while talking and
giggling
until they found themselves out of coffee. They decided to get up and get
ready to go out and Renee walked back to the bedroom to lie down on the bed.
It took quite a while to get her completely cleaned up and smelling nice
again and after Rachel was done, they decided to take a shower together.
Tossing Renee’s dirty diaper into the toilet (since they wouldn’t be using
it anyway) to soak, they stepped into the hot, cascading water.

Neither one of them had talked about the night before that morning, but
as soon as they were naked under the steaming hot water, it didn’t matter.
They explored each others slippery bodies, running their hands slowly over
private body parts that weren’t their own. Renee reached down between
Rachel’s
legs and slipped her finger into her inviting slick hole. Rachel moaned with
pleasure into Renee’s ear and kissed her neck while squeezing her friend’s
nipples between her fingers. They stopped long enough to wash each other
off, their naked bodies sliding together in the slippery soapy froth that
was created by the friction.

They finally stepped out about fifteen minutes later. Renee was shivering
so Rachel dried her off, then held her close for warmth as she walked her
to the bedroom. Renee covered up while she watched Rachel put on a t-shirt
then leave to get two of her doubled disposable diapers. Renee had used
overnight
diapers when she made these, for the extra thickness.

She diapered Renee first, before lying down on the bed herself so that
Renee could do the same. They decided that panties would simply be useless
so they both dressed in loose fitting sweat pants, tee-shirts, and tennis
shoes. Renee tied a shirt around her waist to hide any possible bulge from
the back. Still relatively new to public diaper wearing, she was still
nervous
about going outside in them.

They walked to the nearest café. It was pretty early in the morning and
the residential part of the city by the beach was quiet and still. As they
walked, Renee could hear the crinkle of their diaper under their pants, but
it was relatively quiet, and would probably not attract attention she
thought.
She felt the need to pee, and did so with little thought. The sudden wetness
felt good on her skin, the morning was chilly and the extra warmth was
welcoming.
She thought about what would happen if she had to poop again while they were
in the café, and decided that she would play it by ear.

The walk wasn’t very far and they reached the café in only a few minutes.
Renee was grateful for the warm blast of air that hit them as they opened
the door, even with a diaper on she was shivering a bit from the morning
chill. The waitress brought them some menus and some silverware as soon as
they sat down and was gone again just as fast to tend to the other few
customers
scattered around the restaurant.

"I already know what I want." Renee said. She had been to the café a
number
of times and she usually got the same thing - cheese omelet and fruit salad
with wheat toast, no butter. The waitress came back a few minutes later with
notepad and pencil at the ready. Renee ordered first since she already knew
what she wanted, then Rachel made her selection, scrambled eggs with toast
and hash browns. Both of them requested orange juice before the waitress
finished writing down their orders then left without another word.

Once the waitress was out of earshot, Rachel leaned in closer to Renee
and whispered, "We’re wearing diapers and nobody knows it. How cool is
that!"
She smiled.

"I know, isn’t it?" Renee smiled back. "I’m already wet, what about you?"
She whispered back. The café had a reasonable amount of noise going on,
between
the cook banging pots, pans, and spoons around and the soft, light rock
music
that flowed from a portable radio behind the counter, there was little
chance
that anybody could hear what they were saying, but she didn’t want to take
any chances.

"Not yet. But I will be in a few minutes. I can already feel the coffee
kicking in. I made it extra strong, hope you don’t mind." She replied with
an innocent smile.

"Just means you’ll have more diapers to change." Renee said.

"I know. But I don’t mind." Rachel smiled

Renee smiled back. "Me either. Changing you that is." The waitress came
a few minutes later with their food and glasses of juice which she placed
on the table in front of them along with the check. She asked if she could
get them anything else but both of them said no.

"I just wet." Rachel whispered as soon as the waitress was gone.

"Naughty girl." Renee joked as she dove into her omelet. She was hungry
and didn’t mind showing it. They ate in relative silence, saying little as
they enjoyed their breakfasts. After they were done eating they decided to
sit and talk a while. They were in no particular hurry to leave, they were
both on vacation from work and so decided to just enjoy the time together.
They talked for about an hour, sipping at cups of coffee while they did.
Usually Renee found sitting for that long on such a hard seat to be
uncomfortable,
but with the added bulk cushioning her butt, she felt like she had her own
personal seat cushion in her pants.

The time finally came when they felt like leaving. The coffee they had
drank had found its way into both of their diapers, and Renee felt like she
needed a diaper change or she would leak soon. She had already wet her
diaper
five times since she had been there, and just a few more would surely tip
the scales. Laying some money on the table next to the check, they got up
to leave. Renee had forgotten about the shirt she had tied around her waist
to hide any signs of her diapers, and neither one of the girls noticed the
thin, new-moon sliver of a wet line running down the back of Renee’s pants
to the bunched up confines between her legs, but a couple of teenagers
sitting
at a table by the door did. Thankfully, they waited til Rachel and Renee
were out the door before they started to laugh.

"Dude, I think that one chick was wearing a diaper. Did you see the wet
line next to her butt?"

"No way man. She just sat down in something." His friend replied. "You’re
just a pervert, that’s all."

"I’m telling you, I could see it. Her butt was all puffed out."

"Yeah, whatever. Shutup and eat, we have to get out of here."

***

"My diaper needs changing very soon." Renee said. She was wetting again,
but this time she could feel the pee collect in a saturated pool between
her legs before finally soaking in.

"Just one more block." Rachel replied. Her diaper needed changing too,
but she was nowhere as wet as Renee.

They got home a few minutes later. Renee picked up the mail that was
lying
under the mail slot but just threw everything on top of her dresser when
they got inside. Ignoring her mail completely, she lay down on the bed and
switched the tv on. "Will you change me now?" She asked.

"Yes, yes, yes. Jeez, you’re mighty demanding today, aren’t you?" Rachel
said as she removed her pants. Renee could see that she was wet

"Well, you know, babies are demanding. Everything is ‘me me me.’"

"You have to change me after I change—" She stopped suddenly and looked
at Renee distractedly.

"What’s wrong?" Renee asked.

"Nothing." Rachel replied, biting her lip and smiling. She hesitated for
another moment then continued. "I just pooped in my pants." She said with
an ‘I’m sorry’ look. Reaching behind her, she rubbed her padded bottom. She
could feel the bulge beneath the plastic and paper as it clung to her butt
cheeks like a large dollop of hot pasty mud. "Looks like you’ll have more
cleanup than I will." She added as she pushed down on the bulge, making the
mess slide over her skin.

"Come here." Renee beckoned with her hands. Rachel walked over to the
bed, and Renee grabbed her hand and pulled her down on the bed with force,
forcing a surprised Rachel to sit suddenly on her backside. "feels good
doesn’t
it?" Renee teased.

"Yes, but you could have asked me to sit." She joked back. They both
laughed
as Rachel climbed on top of Renee, then straddled her. Renee reached down
to feel her friends diapered bottom, and felt the bulge underneath.

"Too bad we couldn’t do this at the academy, it would have made it a lot
more fun." Said Renee

"Yeah and I think a lot of the girls felt the same way. I used to see
them, looking at each other, looking each other up and down. I even did it
myself a lot. Even with you." Rachel answered.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I was too shy to say anything. I was afraid you’d think I was
a freak." Rachel began to wiggle her diapered bottom around on top of
Renee’s
midsection as they talked. Her bottom slid over the soft but lumpy poop,
making it squish forward between her legs.

"I would have probably been shocked, but I wouldn’t have had a bad
response
to it." Renee said. "This is the first time I’ve ever done something like
this you know. Before this, I’d only been with guys."

"Me too, actually." Rachel admitted. "I just lost myself I guess."

"Yeah, me too. It’ll be our little secret though."

"Deal." Rachel said. Bending down, she kissed Renee on the lips again,
letting the contact last a little longer this time. Renee reached up and
cupped her friend’s breasts and caressed her nipples gently, smiling at the
way they hardened and wrinkled to points almost instantly. "That feels good,
keep doing it." She whispered into Renee’s ear as she increased the pressure
on her back side, grinding her hips harder into Renee’s midsection.

They explored each others bodies with their hands. Every single inch of
body that wasn’t their own was open property, and they each took free
license
to touch, rub, or suck on whichever piece of skin they pleased. They
continued
for about an hour, until Rachel started to complain about her diaper
becoming
itchy, and Renee’s diaper which had been on the verge of leaking was still
taped around her hips. They decided to change each other, then maybe start
again later.

Rachel had smeared the mess in her diaper around so much that they
decided
that it would just be best if she took a shower. They took one together of
course, and Renee had a lot of fun cleaning her friend up with hot steaming
water and lots of bubbly soap. Being an avid diaper wearer, she made sure
that she used anti-bacterial soap, she had seen too many movies in science
about nasty diseases and even to that day was scared to use anything else.

They finally got out of the shower, and dried each other off. They
diapered
each other, then dressed each other in casual house clothing. They spent
the rest of the day just watching tv and playing board games, and even
logging
onto the internet a few times, but most of the time was spent just being
with each other. They went through about four diaper changes throughout the
day, and around five in the afternoon, they found that they were starting
to run low. "Why don’t we just go get more?" Renee offered. Rachel agreed,
though she didn’t really want to go out, but they finally got dressed a
little
more suitably, then hopped into the car to make the quick jaunt.

Rachel felt a little weird about wearing a diaper under her clothes while
she was going to buy diapers, but she was confident enough that nobody would
notice them. Nobody had yet, and she didn’t expect this day to be any
different.

Chapter 6

Renee cursed the bus driver. ‘How can you just sit there and chat like
that?!’ She shouted inwardly. She stood there on the crowded bus with her
legs squeezed together as tight as she could get them. She had to pee very
badly, and she was afraid that if she didn’t get off the bus soon, she would
pee in her pants in front of a whole lot of strangers. The bus driver, oblivious
to her dilemma, had stopped the bus to talk with one of his fellow bus drivers
who was driving a bus coming from the opposite way. Glaring daggers at the
back of his head, Renee simply sat there and suffered in silence.

The bus driver finally decided to get going again, much to the relief
of Renee, but with every bump the bus ran over, she could feel the added
pressure in her already overly distended bladder pushing down on her weakened
muscles. She would not be able to take much more. She would have simply gotten
off right then and there, but she was still too far away from home to make
it, and the quickest way would be to just stay where she was, despite the
pain. ‘Why didn’t I just wear a diaper?’ She scolded herself. The two bags
of diapers in the gym bag at her feet were completely useless to her. She
wished that Rachel was there to hold her hand and keep her company, but she
had left her at the apartment to clean up a little bit.

Suddenly, without warning, her bladder loosened and released a strong
stream of pee into her panties. Unable to hold the wetness, the yellow flow
runs down her legs as it stains her blue jeans a dark blue color. Some of
it drips to the floor of the bus, making a widening puddle between her feet,
but most of it runs down into her shoes, soaking her socks and making her
feet squelch inside.

"Just great." She said with an irritated tinge to her voice as she looked
at the puddle she’d made. Looking around, she noticed that nobody on the
bus seemed to care, or even notice what she had done. Still, she kicked herself
mentally for not going out with a diaper on. She had wanted a break from
them for a little while, but had paid the price for it this time.

She felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw a short elderly
woman standing there with a kindly smile on her face. "Excuse me miss, It’s
time to wake up."

"What?" Renee asked, confused. "Who—"

With a sudden jolt, Renee woke from her dream, and for a moment she was
unsure of where she was. After a while she remembered that she was at home,
safe in bed. But her diaper was soaked. She hadn’t wet in her sleep in some
time, but tonight seemed to be one of those times. A wet patch in the morning
was always a pleasant surprise. The need to poop hit her then, and she gave
no resistance to the hard, lumpy flow that crept out into her diaper under
its own pressure.

Renee dozed for another few hours, and her diaper only got wetter. She
woke up when Rachel did, and they lay in bed for a while snuggling and watching
tv. Later on Rachel cleaned Renee’s messy bottom off with some baby wipes,
then they both took a shower. While eating a late breakfast of toast and
coffee, they discussed what they should do that day. They settled on first
taking a shower, then going to the beach afterwards.

After they showered, they diapered and dressed each other. While doing
so they decided that they wanted to have a picnic at the beach, so Renee
volunteered to go to the store while Rachel stayed behind to clean up a bit.
Renee opted to go out diapered, but tied a sweatshirt around her waist to
hide any bulk from behind. Giving Rachel a kiss on the lips, Renee left for
the store

***

Renee decided that she didn’t want to wait any longer, she was starting
to get uncomfortable and crampy.
She figured since she had been taking her chlorophyll pills faithfully,
she wouldn’t have any trouble
with odors, which was really her only concern - that, and leaking. With
no further hesitation, Renee
simply let go. It was good that she had a sweater tied around her waist,
because if anybody had cared to
look they would have seen her bottom puff outward from the sudden bulge
that formed inside her pants.

With a subtle sigh of relief, she instantly knew that she hadn’t sprung
a leak - her diaper had held
fast. With her heart pounding in her chest, her whole body shivered with
pleasure from the sudden hot,
mushy invasion between her butt cheeks. Collecting herself, she took a perfunctory
sniff of the air and
detected no smell save the slight scent of baby powder that she had rubbed
all over herself that
morning. She had always loved the smell of Johnson & Johnson’s, the scent
of it had always
made her think of warmth, contentment, and security. With a mischievous
grin Renee released a stream of
pee into the padding between her legs just as it was her turn to start stacking
her items onto the
rotating belt at the checkout counter. She had just completely relieved
herself and nobody had any clue.
She thought that was pretty cool. The man behind the counter smiled as he
greeted her, and Renee smiled
back sweetly and returned the greeting. It was amazing what a poop filled
diaper could do for the mood.

She paid for her items, among them was a gallon of milk, a few jars of
baby food (her favorite snack), some baby wipes, and powder mixed in with
the various items of food. Grabbing her bags, she left the store feeling
as if she had gotten away with something. The trip home was the fun part,
and she slid around on the lumpy mess inside her diaper the whole way.

It was a rare occasion when she did so, but she had decided to drive her
car that day. After the leak she had sprung on the bus in her dream that
morning, she did not want to take any chances. She tried to stay focused
on the road, and not let the slippery, lumpy mess in her diaper distract
her from her driving. She found herself waiting at an especially long red
light, and while waiting realized that she had to pee again and released
another stream into the already damp padding. ‘This is what diapers were
made for.’ She thought to herself with a grin. She felt sorry for all the
other people surrounding her. Maybe one or two of them knew what it was like,
but most of the poor fools in their stuffy adult lives would never know the
simple pleasure of a diaper. A shame really, they don’t know what they’re
missing. ‘Oh well,’ Renee shrugged mentally, ‘that just means more for me
and Rachel.’

Rachel enjoyed poopy diapers, but the one she was wearing was beginning
to become itchy, and she
rubbed her bottom into the messy cup of her diaper to scratch. The only
thing she managed to do was to
tickle her skin further with the lumpy mess. She was almost home and couldn’t
wait to get changed into a
fresh diaper. The thought of it gave her the will to go on. Undaunted, she
stepped on the gas pedal and
passed a slow moving truck in front of her. She was a chick on a mission.

Minutes later Renee parked her car in front of her apartment and turned
the wheel into the curb before
shutting it off. The old piece of crap had been acting up lately, and she
made another mental note - the
fourth that month already - to take it into the shop and get it checked
over. She knew the thing would
eventually stop running altogether, but she hoped that it wouldn’t be any
time soon. She needed her car.
Unbuckling her seatbelt, Renee grabbed the plastic handle bags sitting in
the passenger seat and got out
of the car. The mess in her diaper was starting to get cold, and even more
uncomfortable. She peed
again, which added a little warmth to the damp, clammy padding that rubbed
against her pink fuzzy butt.
Another shiver rippled over her skin, which tightened her nipples to rock
hard points. She wanted to
rub them between her fingers right there on the sidewalk, but she could
see people nearby. What would
the neighbors say? She decided to wait until she got inside, since she only
had a few feet to walk
anyway.

Rachel was watching tv in the dining room when Renee walked in, but she
got up when she heard her
friend come in the door. "How did everything go?" She asked.

"I had an accident." Renee replied with a mock pout.

"What happened?"

"I was getting crampy so I decided not to hold it anymore."

"Awww, poor baby." Rachel said as she pulled Renee close and rubbed her
bottom. Renee snuggled her
face into Rachel’s neck and stuck her thumb in her mouth. "Well go get a
pad to put on the bed, another
diaper and some baby wipes, and I’ll clean your poopy butt off. Then we’ll
go have our picnic."

"O-hay" Renee replied around the thumb in her mouth as she nodded.

Rachel cleaned Renee’s bottom off, then put a new doubled diaper on her.
While she was being diapered Renee told Rachel what she had gotten at the
store for the picnic. Mostly basic things, they could make a couple of sandwiches
and a salad while they sat on the beach, soaking in the sun and watching
the surfers. There was enough room in the back of Renee’s car in case one
of them needed their diaper changed.

They got to the beach about an hour later, and they claimed their small
part of sand near enough to a group of boys where they could get a good enough
view, but could not be easily spotted. Rachel thought it was too bad that
they had to hide their diapers. The thought of one of the good looking surfer
boys changing her sent a wave of excitement through her nerve endings. But
for now her friend was good enough, at least her diapers were no secret with
her.

They ate, and talked, and laughed over lots of different things, but most
of the chat centered on their lives and where they were headed. Ever since
they had left the academy over a year ago, both of the girls had found it
relatively easy to slip back into normal life, and both had found jobs soon
after they were released. Because of the unusual nature of the incarceration,
no criminal record remained on either of their records, and their slates
had been left clean as if nothing had ever happened. Renee had a desire to
go back to school, preferably UCLA film school, but Rachel was unsure of
what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

The two girls spent the rest of the day on the beach, mostly just talking,
reading, and soaking up the rays. Neither one of them went swimming, the
waters of the north Pacific were much too cold for that even in the summer
without wetsuits, so they settled for relaxing on the sand. Surprisingly,
neither one of them needed their diapers changed until late afternoon, which
was why they left. When they got back home, Rachel told Renee to grab two
doubled diapers for them both and go lie down on the bed and she would be
there in a minute to change her while she used the phone to check her messages
back home.

Renee was lying on the bed, sucking her thumb and watching tv when Rachel
returned, but she sat up with concern as soon as she saw her friend’s face.
"Oh my God, what’s the matter?" She asked. Rachel was crying, and the tears
streaked down her face in rivulets as she sobbed. "Come here sweety, and
tell me what’s wrong." She offered. Rachel went over to her friend and buried
her face in Renee’s neck.

"Umm," Rachel sniffed hard. "I called to get my phone messages, and there
was a message from my boss. The company is downsizing and I’ve been chosen
as one of the employees that are being let go." She began to sob harder,
and her tears dripped onto Renee’s chest. Renee ignored them, and concentrated
on comforting her friend. "The bastard didn’t even have the guts to tell
me to my face!" She added. "Well this just fucks up my vacation."

"Hey come on." Renee said. "It’s not that bad, you can find another job,
it’s no problem."

"I know," Rachel replied, wiping the tears from her face with her sleeve.
"but I liked my job."

"Well," Renee said, running her fingers through Rachel’s hair. "you know
you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want."

"Thanks, that helps a lot." They sat in silence for a little while, and
Rachel snuggled up to Renee as she stuck her thumb in her mouth. They said
nothing for a long time, until Renee scrunched up her nose and sniffed the
air suspiciously.

"Did you poop in your diaper?" She asked, giggling.

"Yes," Rachel nodded. "I guess I haven’t been taking my nullo pills as
much as I should have." She was blushing slightly. "Sorry about that."

"Hey, don’t be silly. Babies do that sometimes."

"I guess we do."

"You know," Renee said, changing the subject suddenly. "I just had a really
good idea."

"What’s that?" Rachel asked, taking her thumb out of her mouth for a moment.

"Why don’t you just move in with me?"

"Oh, I couldn’t do that, Renee."

"Why not? What’s stopping you?"

"Well mainly that I live a few hundred miles away." Rachel said, sighing.

"Well why don’t we just go get your stuff? I still have a week off from
work, and we can put all the stuff that doesn’t fit in here into storage.
Come on, it’ll be cool, we can be roommates!" Rachel said nothing for a while,
obviously thinking the situation over.

"To be honest it’s not a bad idea." She finally said. "I mean, I don’t
even have any connections or family there anymore, and most of my friends
have moved away." Rachel noticed some pressure in her bladder as she talked,
and gave a little push. A lengthy squirt of liquidy poop ran into the cupping
seat of her diaper instead, then flowed up between her legs. "And I just
pooped again." She stated as the stream of pee followed close behind.

"Ewwww!" Renee joked. "Poopy!" She tickled Rachel’s neck, and they both
giggled happily. Rachel’s problem forgotten for the moment, they chatted
for a little while longer before getting up. Rachel finally agreed to move
in with Renee after a little more convincing, the final selling point being
that Renee agreed to change any of Rachel’s messy diapers in the middle of
the night if she needed it. "Well let’s go get you changed, miss poopy pants."
Renee said, pushing Rachel off of her playfully. "We have some planning to
do."

To be continued in Renee and Rachel’s next series - Roomates.



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