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.
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