Chat in a Snap

Abby lay in bed on top of the open diaper, panting. She was so close. The vibrator was tossed haphazardly aside. She had to remember where, so she could finish once this was taken care of.

Her heart still pounding, her nipples rock hard and quite puffy from their recent pinching, she hastily pulled the front of the diaper up over her wet, tingling folds. She tried her best to tape it into place, but it was never a skill she had mastered. Roger had always taped them for her. It made him aroused every time.

Once her diaper was taped (for better or worse), she gave her pussy one more little rub to keep her near orgasmic high going, then reached for her phone.

She swiped her camera open and snapped three selfies, which was difficult in her supine position, trying to get her face, tits and pampers all in one sexy shot.

Once the perfect fuck-me face was captured, she sent Roger the photo, with the caption, "Enjoy your meeting. I'll be here with nothing between my legs but this diaper."

Mama's Time

Tiptoeing out of the nursery, Maryanne grabbed one of the baby's Luvs. Baby was down. This was Mama's time. As she strolled to her bedroom, she opened the diaper, just to inhale its baby fresh scent. Her lower regions tingled, just a little bit, but enough to make her sniff the fresh diaper a second time.

She tossed the diaper onto the bed, and with no ceremony or sexiness, lowered her drab grey cotton underwear to the floor before stepping out of them and with her foot, launching them in the general direction of the clothes hamper. 

She dug through her top drawer in search of her favorite pair of satin panties. They were maroon with a very feminine floral print. Kieth's favorites, too. But she liked them for how soft they were, and how well they held her diaper in place. 

She stepped into the new underthings and pulled them up until they where halfway up her smooth thighs. Then she delicately unfolded the soft diaper the rest of the way. Gently, lovingly, she lay it inside the sexy satin and pulled the panties into place, savoring the gentle hug of the diaper over her nethers. She wasn't turned, on, per se, but feeling the diaper between her legs did something to her. Relaxed her. Comforted her.

Slowly, she walked to the living room, savoring each step, feeling the diaper shift back and forth ever so slightly with each stride. Then she sat on the couch, spread her legs apart ever so slightly, and absently rubbed the front of her satin panties, enjoying each gentle caress.

Eavesdropping

Tina sat on the wooden bench in the high school locker room, tying her shoes. P.E. was over for the day, and the bell would ring soon, sending the giggly girls scattered in all directions to talk about boys or getting fucked or whatever the popular kids did. Tina wouldn't know much about that. Nobody paid much attention to the chubby Goth girl who dressed in all black and mostly kept to herself.

She didn't chase after boys the way the idiot popular girls did. She wouldn't even call herself a lesbian. She just liked being around other girls more than being around guys, that's all. She'd never even had lusty thoughts about another girl.

Until today.

She overheard a group of the popular girls talking about the impending prom. Tina wouldn't be caught dead there, and didn't give a rat's ass about what the bimbos twenty feet away from her were going to wear to it. But they were loud and hard to ignore, so there they were.

"Mine is a baby blue strapless that goes down to here and has a blah blah blah"

"I'm going to get Dylan to get a burgundy vest to match my blah blah blah"

"I saw in Seventeen this gorgeous blah blah blah."

But then she heard the one line that made her pay attention. It was Blaine. Not the ringleader of their vicious circle, but a volleyball player and finalist for Homecoming Queen last October - 

"Mine wraps around here and fastens over here. But its so hard to fasten, I have to take it off to pee." to which one of the other vapid pinheads replied,

"You're going to have to wear a diaper underneath."  

All the girls giggled like this was the pinnacle of comedy. But Tina suddenly became interested, thinking of the duffel bag full of diapers that lay under her bed as they joked.

"Oh my god! Could you imagine!"

"What would Jeff say when saw it? 'Hey. Pretty sweet diaper you got there. I'ma fuck you in it."

"Oh yes!" Blaine said in mock ecstasy. "Fuck me in my diaper, Jeff! Mmm! Do me in my Pampers!" 

More shrieks and giggles.

Then the bell.

As the girls filed out of the locker room, Tina among them, none of them had any idea that later that night, Tina would lie in bed with a fresh diaper between her legs, her body quivering from an orgasm brought on by fantasies of her classmate and the words, "Fuck me in my diaper. Do me in my Pampers."

Ink

Maria was nervous. First tattoo and all. It took her a while to find a tattoo parlor that was a bit welcoming. Especially considering what she wanted. And where.

Cristina (no H) met her at the door. "You came back." greeted the fiery Latina.

"Yes. If . . . um . . .If I get a tattoo today, can I make sure you're the one who does it?"
"Of course, bonita. What do you have in mind?"
"Well, I just want something simple. Two rectangles. Here and here." She pointed to  the flat fronts of  either side of her hips.

The tattoo artist looked at her quizzically, then softened. "Of course. what do they signify?"
"Um. . . I'd rather not say."
"Fair enough. Come with me to the back. We have a studio where we do the more sensitive areas like this."

The studio in the back of the building was warm and far from prying eyes. Maria relaxed a bit.
"Hop up on the table." coached Cristina. Leave your pants on for now. let's figure out what this looks like first. She took out a scissors and cut two rectangles out of tracing paper and placed them vertically on Maria's hips. "Like this?"
"No. smaller. and turn them the other way."

She cut the rectangles smaller. "Better?"
"Smaller.  Like . . . " she looked around, saw no one was about, then whispered, "like the tapes on a diaper."

The Latina looked at her, then smiled broadly. "I know a girl you would like."

"Oh no. I'm married." Once she had said the word out loud, it was as though the floodgates had opened and she could now talk about it. My daddy - I mean, my husband and I want just a simple tattoo that looks like I'm wearing a diaper.
"You like diapers that much?"
"I LOVE them. You have no idea."
"Are you . . . are you wearing a diaper now?"
"Oh no no. I only wear them at home. And for daddy."
"Well . . . today, you'll wear one for me. Even if it's only in ink. What color would you like?"
"I was thinking black. Keep it simple."
"You know . . . I could use a special ink that appears white for the first year or so, then fades to a lighter shade of your skin tone. The white would look very diaper-ish. and what about . . . "

She grabbed a new sheet of tracing paper, placed it over Maria's pelvis and drew two diaper tapes in the correct position, but then added a few lines to make it look like the tapes were pulling the padding snug.

"I like that." was the reply.

"We could also do elastic around your legs if you wanted to go a little bigger. Maybe elastic around the waist?" Her hands flew over the paper until the pair of women settled on what Maria really liked.

Cristina purred in the other woman's ear, "Now take those pants off, bonita. Let's put baby in her diapers."

The Scent

The kitchen door opened and 5 year old Miles burst through. There were dinosaurs to be played with. Kendra followed him and dropped her purse on the table. Not noticing her slightly disheveled hair, Kendra's husband gave her a peck on the lips.

"You smell like baby oil."

"I do?"  Kendra's mind flashed through the events of the last hour.

She remembered how she stopped at day care to pick up Miles.

She remembered that it wasn't Joanne who met her at the door, but rather Joanne's daughter Meg, who was home from college for spring break. She noticed right away that Meg held a small stack of diapers in her left hand. Clearly she was helping out her mother in the day care.

She remembered making small talk with Meg, not bringing up how Joanne had confided in her when Meg came out of the closet last year.

She also noticed how Meg, casually dropped the word MILF when describing Kendra. Not once, but twice.

It wasn't lost on Kendra that Meg was in full lesbian array, with her pixie-ish boy hair cut and plaid button down shirt and jean shorts. Kind of obvious, Kendra thought.

Though her eyes were a piercing blue.

And when Meg playfully touched her hand, there was a definite spark of electricity.

She then remembered noticing Meg's button down shirt was unbuttoned one button too low, revealing a peek of a white lacy bra with a pastel pink bow between the cups. Perhaps this little butch wasn't so butch underneath it all.

She remembered Meg catching her staring, and giving her a devilish grin that she felt all the way to her panties.

"You may want to fix that." Kendra had said, playfully pointing to the young lady's exposed underthings. "You'll give all the 6 year olds ideas."

She remembered Meg looking behind her to make sure nobody saw the two of them, still standing in the doorway, before unbuttoning the next two buttons, exposing more of the lace bra. "Better?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Maybe better"

She remembered not knowing what exactly to say, or even what to think. Was this 20-year old college girl hitting on her?

She also remembered Meg breaking the silence by whispering, "You show me yours and I'll show you the rest of mine."

When she didn't say anything, the smile on her face must have given Meg ideas, since the younger girl took her hand (there was that electricity again) and led her upstairs to what was her bedroom when she lived at home. There were suitcases and other messes of disarray that come with young girls home from college.

"Well?" She remembered Meg asking.

She could not remember why she did what she did next, but without saying a word, Kendra unzipped her own jeans and pushed them to her knees, revealing simple black cotton Hanes Her Way panties. She felt a little embarrassed to be wearing cotton panties from a three pack she purchased at Target. But if Meg was judging her panty choice, she didn't show it.

"Can I see?" Meg had asked, inching closer.

Kendra remembered not knowing what to say, so she merely nodded.

She would never forget Meg sliding her nimble fingers between Kendra's legs, rubbing the crotch of her panties, which was getting noticeably wetter.

"Uh oh." Meg whispered in her ear, her hot breath on Kendra's neck, driving her crazy. "Somebody is wet."

Kendra remembered merely nodding, completely under this girl's spell, not wanting this to happen, but on the other hand, really  wanting this to happen.

The next thing she remembered were Meg's lips on hers. Soft, very soft. Then their tongues mingling and merging. She remembered not wanting that kiss to end.

She remembered Meg pulling away and whispering, "You know what happens to little girls who wet their panties." She led Kendra to the bed and lay her down on it. "They get put into diapers."

She remembered closing her eyes and feeling Meg lowering her panties to where her jeans were bunched at her knees. She heard Meg whisper, "but before we put the baby in her diapers, we need to make sure she's clean."

She remembered hearing the bottle of baby oil snap open, then Meg's warm hands on her thighs, rubbing the oil in. Then all over her pelvic area, and up to her stomach. She remembered the scent.

She also remembered the feeling as Meg slipped a finger into her soaked pussy. Did she gasp? She couldn't remember. But she could remember how it felt. And she didn't want the younger girl to stop.

She remembered how Meg slid  a second finger in next, her hands slick with the baby oil.

Then came the part she would never forget. Meg took one of the infant diapers she brought to the bedroom, folded one lengthwise and slowly inserted it into Kendra's extremely wet sex. Rolled up as it was, it was the length of a small dildo, and thick enough to bring her extreme pleasure.

Her eyes still shut, she remembered how Meg made her climax by repetitively sliding the diaper deep inside her, forcing her to bite her lower lip as she came hard at the tender girl's loving touch.

Her husband's voice in the kitchen snapped Kendra out of her reverie. "So why do you smell like baby oil?"

"Oh." she said, brushing him off. "The new girl at the day care got some on me. Whoops."