Hotel Sheets

Abby rolled over. What was it about hotel sheets that just begged you to fuck on them? She stretched and, naked, crawled out of the bed. Roger was in the bathroom, which was ironic considering the open bag of Attends on the floor as well as the used diaper still on the bed. The one on the bed was filled with her urine and his cum.

She picked up the soiled diaper and tossed it in the hotel room wastebasket, on top of the two diapers they had used last night in their dirty, kinky fantasies.

She opened the curtains and stared out at the dreary, rainy morning. Yuck. A good day to spend flat on her back with her legs in the air, to be sure. She looked at the open bag of Attends on the floor. What was it about diapers that made her boyfriend Roger so horny? She had never seen him harder (or hotter) than when she was lovingly padded. She had even grown to like them, knowing they drove him crazy. And when the sex was this good, who cares how she got there.

Roger emerged naked from the bathroom and bent over to slide a fresh, perfectly folded Attends out of the bag. "Ready to go again, my baby girl?"

"Hang on." said Abby, grabbing her phone. "I need to text my husband some bullshit about how I wish he was here. Do you think it's sunny in Denver where my 'conference' is?"

Awaiting His Call

Jenna looked at the clock. 10:12.  He was supposed to have called at ten. Her heart sank a little. Maybe he wasn't going to call at all. Was it her fault? Had she said something wrong?

She had met her mysterious stranger last night in the chat room. He never gave her his name, but went by the screen name HornyDiaperGuy. She was intrigued. She had heard of ABDL, but had never partaken in it herself. She opened up a private window and grabbed his attention. After much flirty banter, she realized he was harmless, and if he wanted to call her, she'd be willing to fulfill his little phone sex fantasy. She attached her phone number.

He declined, saying his wife was upstairs, and he didn't want to be overheard. She was about to move on to another potential flirt, when he added that he could call her back tomorrow when he was alone. She smiled and made the date.

So now it was tomorrow. And he hadn't called. She had even bought a two-pack sample of adult diapers, hoping he would tell her how to put it on. Maybe he wanted to hear them crinkle over the phone. Was she actually getting nervous waiting for him? Excited? Was she getting aroused, waiting to be diapered? The diapers sitting a mere two feet beside her?

After another 6 minutes, she was convinced he was going to be a no show and was about head back into the chat room when her phone buzzed. 

It was him!

Smiling, she hit the green answer button.

"Hey Sexy. I thought you'd never call."
"Um . . . " came a tentative voice on the other end. "Is this Naughty AleXXXis?."
"You bet it is." said Jenna. "Is this my HornyDiaperGuy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Great. Well get ready for a hot diapered phone fuck, Baby. But first I need your credit card number."
"Got it right here.  It's 4822 . . ."

Sleepover

Anna stepped quietly past the living room, careful not to wake her 14-year old daughter and her friends, strewn, no doubt, haphazardly around the furniture. Once in the kitchen, she grabbed a glass from the cupboard and held it under the water dispenser in the fridge.

But before she could take a sip, she heard the unmistakable sound of a door latching a floor below her, where she owned and operated a day care. Who on earth would be in the day care at 4 in the morning? She set down the glass and tiptoed down the stairs.

A small sliver of light could be seen under the door to the diaper room, a small pantry which housed all of the diapers supplied by the mothers of infants and toddlers alike. Not wanting to scare whomever was inside, she lightly knocked on the door with one knuckle.

Immediately she heard a scrambling from the other side of the door. "Hello?" she asked quietly. 

Anna opened the door and squinted in the light to find her daughter's friend Zoe, dressed in a cotton nightgown and a mortified look on her reddening face.

"Zoe, what are you doing down here?" Anna whispered gently, and with genuine curiosity. 

Embarrassed, the young girl just shrugged, looking away.

Anna knew the answer. The same tone as before, she asked, "Were you looking for a diaper?"

The girl shrugged again.

Anna waited a beat to see if the 14-year old would answer. After a brief silence, "Zoe? Did you find a diaper?"

Another long pause,before a barely noticeable nod. Anna smiled, and gently whispered, "Let's see." She gesture for Zoe to lift her nightgown. "It's okay, Sweetie."

The girl looked at her for the first time, squinty-eyed, tears threatening to make an appearance.

"Shh." Anna comforted. "It's okay. Let's see."

With shaking hands, the young girl lifted the hem of her nightgown up her skinny legs and above her waist, revealing baby blue cotton panties,  Inside the panties, Zoe had hastily stuffed an open Huggies diaper. She hadn't had time to locate anything that may fit her, so she wore the diaper between her legs like an oversized maxipad. The top of the diaper clearly visible over the elastic waistband of the panties.

"Let me help you," whispered the older woman. She stepped inside the small room, past Zoe, bending to a low cupboard and sliding a Goodnite out of a bag inside. Zoe's eyes never left Anna as she tried to process what was going on.

Anna held the Goodnite up in front of Zoe's pelvis, checking the fit. "Here." she said. "These should fit. Do you want my help?" 

She looked up at the young girl with large, thoughtful eyes.

A nod from the fourteen year old.

Without another word, Anna hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the baby blue panties and slid them down the girl's thighs, along with the open diaper. Then she held the Goodnite open at Zoe's ankles. The girl braced herself with one hand on Anna's shoulder as she stepped into the pull-up diaper. First one ankle, then the other.  Anna slowly slid the diaper up Zoe's thighs and snugly into place.

Anna stood up began backing the younger girl out of the small closet. "All right, sweetie," she whispered. "Let's get you back upstairs before anyone notices." Turning back to turn out the light, she noticed the blue panties on the floor, deftly picking them up along with the diaper. She handed the panties to Zoe and began re-folding the unused Huggies to put back on the shelf, when she noticed Zoe staring uncomfortably at it. "You want this?" she asked, holding out the diaper.

A nod. A smile.

Anna handed it to her, turned out the light, and pushed the young girl toward the stairs.

"And Zoe?" she whispered. "If you need me to change your diaper tomorrow, just ask, okay?"

In the darkness, she did not see the young girl grin from ear to ear.

Trick or Treat

And so it was at seventeen minutes after midnight, that Heather found herself on a perfectly made child's bed, with her legs in the air, and a total stranger wrapping her quivering pussy in a disposable diaper.

Halloween was to be on a Monday this year, which meant Halloween parties would be on the preceding Saturday. This included the party of Julia, her friend from work. Julia's parties were known for their ability to branch off into several smaller parties inside her huge, three-story house. Only a few work contacts were invited, so it would be mostly people Heather didn't know. Perfect. Heather had always fantasized about wearing her diapers in full view of the outside world, and this was her chance. 

At 7:12, She donned a pink baby bonnet, a crop-topped T-shirt with the Pampers logo across the breasts Below the waist, she wore only some childlike baby booties and her diaper. Though she was very slight, she couldn't quite get away with wearing even the largest sized Pampers, but a small adult diaper hugged her slight curves perfectly. A pacifier and teddy bear completed the ensemble. Nobody at the party needed to know her "costume" came from her own wardrobe; a wardrobe she only indulged on her kinkiest of weekend evenings.

The clock struck nine 21 minutes after she made eye contact with a sexy Latina in a softball uniform. The black haired beauty introduced herself as Cristina, (no h), and complimented her costume. Heather asked why the softball player wasn't wearing number 69. Cristina said it was too on the nose, but maybe later . . .

9:32 came and went. Heather had flirted with a sexy female pirate, a Pikachu, and a pizza delivery girl (costumed, not actual), while she polished off a few glasses of wine and a Jaegerbomb. But her eyes kept going back to Cristina.

At 10:45 as they watched Pikachu and her boyfriend (dressed as a Pokemon Trainer) swing dance in the living room, Cristina sidled up to her and whispered huskily in her ear, "So does baby need her diaper changed?"  Heather smiled at her. "Not yet".  This was a bit of a lie on her part. She had, in fact, wet her diaper a short while ago, but she knew this particular diaper could take another wetting. And to her, part of the fun was waddling around in a wet diaper anyway. She was so wrapped up in the party and the effects of the alcohol, she completely forgot about the wetness indicator on the front of her diaper that contradicted her little fib.

Eleven-thirty, and a few more drinks into the evening, Heather worried that Cristina had perhaps left without getting her number.She stood behind the mind bogglingly stocked bar and watched an increasingly more intoxicated group playing an increasingly more raucus game of Catch Phrase. She was laughing along with the group when a firm hand pressed her wet diaper into her tiny, round ass, then slowly slid down between her legs. Startled as she was by the original touch, she didn't move, or even turn around, as she welcomed the sensation.

She felt hot breath on her ear, as she heard a familiar husky voice, "Looks like baby wet her diaper." The hand rubbed the sodden padding into her crotch. With her lower half behind the bar, nobody could see what Cristina's hand was doing, but any trained eye could see the effect it was having on Heather. 

The voice whispered again, "Does babygirl have a fresh diaper for mommy?" All Heather could manage was a slight nod as the Latina's hand slid forward, finding the diapered girl's heavily padded clit.

Heather cleared her head and snapped out of her fog. She turned to the sexy softball player and whispered back, "Meet me upstairs in Richie's bedroom in five minutes." She pecked Cristina on the lips and slipped around her, around the edge of the bar and out of sight.

Cristina took longer than five minutes. The large red numbers of the digital clock in the 8-year old's bedroom read 11:46 as Heather sat on the small twin bed in the darkness. The room's sole occupant was off to Grandma's to spend the night, and Heather couldn't help but feel a bit guilty over what was about to happen on these Star Wars sheets.

Cristina slipped into the bedroom silently and twisted the lock on the knob. In the darkness, Heather stood up and snaked her arms around the neck of the taller, sexy softball player. "I thought you'd never show."

"And I thought you'd never wet that diaper of yours. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you all night."

The two kissed. Tenderly, but passionately.

Breaking the kiss, Cristina whispered, "Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to lay you on this bed and remove that diaper. But before you get a new one, baby girl, Mommy is going to fuck your brains out."

And so it was at seventeen minutes after midnight, that Heather found herself on a perfectly made child's bed, with her legs in the air, and a total stranger wrapping her quivering pussy in a disposable diaper.

Executive Privilege

Sarah said goodbye to Jon as he walked out the door into the early June evening. Jon was the last one out, save for her. And of course Mr. Mertes, who had asked her to work late tonight.  She knew what that meant.

She got up, locked the front door and turned off the lights, leaving the lobby of the office mostly dim, with only the glow from computer screens illuminating her way.  She lightly rapped on the door to Mr. Mertes's office.

"Walter?" she inquired quietly.
"It's open." came the voice on the other side.

Sarah opened the door and stepped inside the large office of her employer. The nights he asked her to work late weren't her favorite, but the bonuses he paid her under the table more than made up for the inconvenience.

"Sarah, did you get a hold of Raymond at FirstField?"
"I have a few calls into him, but he hasn't gotten back to me."
"Try again tomorrow. I need those names."
"Of course."  

She smoothly pulled her bare feet out of her low heels and stood by them, waiting patiently.

He looked up at her. He wasn't a bad looking man. A little grey around the temples. A sexy beard, also flecked with grey. His blue eyes piercing her, but with laugh lines that she found sexy, as often as she tried not to admit that to herself.  He grinned a row of perfect teeth as he loosened his tie.  "Is everyone out?"

"Yes, sir."
"Good. We'll have to be quick tonight. Laura is making Italian."
"Of course, sir." 

He reached into his lowest desk drawer and pulled out a thick adult diaper and set it on his desk. He then got up out of his high-backed leather swivel chair and walked around the desk, half sitting on the front edge, never taking her eyes off her.  "Ready?"

He tossed her the diaper. She caught it deftly and set it on the glass coffee table beside her. 

Then she smiled seductively at him as she reached under her skirt and slowly lowered her panties to the floor.

The Plan

Lisa closed the door to the toddler's room and padded down the hall in her stocking-feet as quietly as she could. This was always her favorite part of any night of babysitting. The children were asleep, and she had the house (a stranger's house, more or less) all to herself. But this house was better than the rest. For this was Grant's house. This was where Grant showered and dressed and fucked his wife and masturbated. And that thought made Lisa tingle more than a little. More than once had she lied on his bed, with her hand down the front of her jeans, imagining his big strong hands all over her body. 

Now that she was 18 and a senior in high school, her thoughts had been about how to seduce him without his wife finding out. It wasn't that she had anything against Shari personally. It's just that Grant made her nether regions wet like no boy her age had been able to. She tried in vain to flirt with him in those moments before he walked out the door, his wife on his arm. Lisa laughed at his jokes and touched his arm and stuck out her tiny chest as far as she could in hopes of luring him, with no apparent result.

The last time she was over, she took these waning moments of the evening to delicately poke through Shari's panty drawer, in hopes of finding a clue to what made Grant's dick hard. But she was disappointed only to find plain cotton panties with stripes or tiny hearts. Nothing steamy at all.

But tonight, she had another plan. Heading down to the den, she logged onto the big desktop computer atop a workstation in the corner, opposite the large entertainment center. Trembling at the notion she was doing something she ought to know better than, she clicked on the icon for Chrome, and immediately went to his browser history.

There were about a week's worth of websites for fantasy football leagues, Shari's Pinterest pages, lots and lots of Facebook and the typical mundane sites on every computer. But then she struck gold.

Thirty or forty pages all with the prefix UKdiapergirls.com. She had never heard of the site, but one click revealed much more than she could have guessed. Image after image of sexy women in thick disposable diapers. Some half dressed. Others completely naked, save for their Pampers. Multiple poses of the same blond girl folding laundry, oblivious to her diapered bottom, followed by twenty more of a fiery redhead sucking her thumb, her hand rubbing her padded crotch. 

She looked further. More mundane sites, but then last Thursday night there was another long string of websites of different girls in diapers.

Lisa's panties got a bit wet as she pictured Grant sitting in this chair, stroking what she imagined was a huge cock, looking at these diapered girls. "Someone's been a naughty boy." she said to herself, smiling.

It was in that same chair that she hatched her plan. If he liked sexy girls in diapers, she could do that. Would the toddler's diapers fit her? Probably not. She could find adult diapers that fit her teenager's curves, couldn't she? Maybe get them one size too small so they really hugged her ass. Show up next time in a flirty skirt, and when Grant was looking, but Shari wasn't, she could flash her Pampers at him and watch his eyes and cock bulge out at the same time.  She closed her eyes and slid her hand into her jeans, picturing Grant's reaction to seeing her in a diaper. Would he try to bang her right there? Would he obsess about it all night and come home early to fuck her in her Huggies before Shari got home?

Lisa sat in the chair and melted at the possibilities of what would happen. She continued to flesh out her plan, one hand on the computer mouse, the other on her clit. All the while completely oblivious to the disaster that was about to befall her.

For the pictures of the pretty diapered girls were not Grant's at all, but Shari's.