A Special Relationship (private for R682 & LostControl)

[R682]

"It's going to feel really nice," Steph promised again, reassuringly, keeping a firm hold on Danielle. "All warm and spreading, and swelling up. Not squishy. These are techy disposable diapers, with special chemicals, you know, that soak it all up and turn it to gel when you gotta go. It's not like wetting your pants; not at all. So just give it a try, okay? It'll feel good."

To emphasise the point, she gently patted the underside of Danielle's diaper, kind of wishing she could leave her hand resting there, but not wanting to do anything else for now that might deter the girl. She remembered the first time she'd worn one of her sisters diapers, hidden away in her room. Even though she'd deliberately already needed to when she put it on, and knew it would work, it had still taken her a long time to actually do a wee. Partly because she was simply enjoying being in it, too much, just as Danielle had so far; but also because it was hard to overcome all that toilet training, and the irrational fear that things weren't going to work and there was going to be a huge mess. When she actually had, though, it was enough to make her wonder how she could ever have given this comforting experience up as a child, in favour of the cold harsh void of the potty. She just needed Danielle to experience the same thing, and hopefully, once again, feel the same way.

[LostControl]

The firm grasp on her let her know that she wasn't going to be escaping at this point. There was no hope of her getting to the bathroom and even if she did, what said that all the movement wouldn't stir something loose or that she could even get the diaper off before she made a mess of it. She finally conceded, looking up towards Steph with a little pout and finally nodding.

It was a difficult thing, to actually forgo what you had been taught your whole life, the idea that peeing yourself was bad so it made it difficult to actually do her business. More than that, it felt embarrassing like she was doing something scandalous and childish right in front of her partner. She didn't want Steph to see her like nothing more than a baby and yet, that was exactly what her girlfriend wanted. She sat there for a moment, pushing shifting positions a bit, trying everything possible to at least do what Steph wanted of her. It took a little while, a lot of shifting and what was more like her bladder just giving in due to pressure but eventually, the quiet room that had previously been filled only with a soft crinkling now took on a quiet hiss of excitement as she felt herself start to void into her diapers. It felt weird but somewhat warm and nice like Steph had talked about. It wasn't going to be her favorite part of this experience but it was something she could manage to do for her girlfriend. As her wetting came to a halt, she looked up towards her Mommy in a little smile. "I made a wetsie." she teased.

[R682]

"What a good girl!" Steph kissed her neck lovingly, thrilled that Danielle had not only done the deed, but was still enthusiastically roleplaying along, too. That must mean she'd enjoyed herself. "See!" Steph promised her, "It feels good to wee in a diaper." Finally, she let her hand creep down to rest on the warm doughy squishiness between Danielle's legs, admiring how completely she'd done it. "You made a good one!" Steph approved, gently rubbing, though really, right now, she really wanted to be rubbing herself in the same way. Still, there was a certain vicarious thrill, imagining herself in Danielle's position. "We'll just stay like this a few minutes," she promised; "make sure you're all done, then it'll be time for mummy to change you."

It probably wouldn't be long until the next one, considering how much Danielle had had to drink. Still, Steph had asked enough of her for now, without expecting her to spend any time in a wet diaper as yet. Even though, Steph knew from experience, these diapers could easily cope with two or even three full bladders without any real discomfort or need to change. She'd often wished she could be brave enough to wear one hidden under her clothes for a full day, or out and about to town, only changing once it was saturated, or if she did a poo, of course. That would be the next point of challenge for Danielle, and the only one remaining, really - and who knew how long they had to enjoy themselves now, before that even came up.