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Contains: Wetting, casual wetting, diaper play, bi/lesbian lead, masturbation

Does NOT contain: Scat, age play, exhibitionism (unfortunately), any wild kinks you wouldn’t expect, or the several jokes I made about me not spell checking it I originally had here that the moderators unironically took seriously enough to reject the story and send it back. That part was not a joke, and this is why I am pretty much the only author on the site to contain an incredibly passive aggressive “18+” message at the start of every story.

All characters are above the age of 18. Duh.

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Elly laid in bed in the middle of the day. Off work, weekday though, curtains pulled for darkness. Her laptop screen was bright against the shadowy room, and on the screen was exactly what she needed right now.

Elly was almost naked on her bed with her legs spread. Her laptop was next to her on the bed, and it was currently playing a video of a woman slouched on a couch in a small room, talking to someone on the phone.

Elly was wearing a sweatshirt with nothing underneath, and a diaper to cover her waist. Her hand was down it, fingers slowly playing with her clit. The woman in the video was also completely naked, except for a diaper and knee-high socks with stripes. Shortish blonde hair, athletic hourglass figure, and nice ass considering how she was filling out the back of the diaper.

The woman was talking to someone, of whoms voice couldn’t be heard. She swung her legs off of the couch and into a sitting position, and the diaper crinkled quietly beneath her. Elly skipped once or twice to get it moving, and the woman was now standing in front of an open wine cabinet.

Another skip and the woman was croutched down, legs bent with her ass pushed outwards, standing on her toes. The actress asked the faux caller which one he wanted, a he apparently, and while this happened the camera pushed in towards where her pussy was underneath the thick fabric.

Elly started rubbing a little faster, having watched enough of these to know where it was going. As the woman asked nothing questions to the phone, Ankara escort the slightest hiss could be heard as her diaper started to yellow. Elly’s breath started to hasten, and her fingers moved much faster than before. She bit her bottom lip slightly, started quickly rapidly, yet evenly, through her nose.

Elly’s bladder was also very full. Watching the woman on screen do something so naughty while on the phone with someone who is, seemingly, unaware, turned her on to no end. Watching the woman let her bladder loose into a diaper so casually both turner her on and made her bladder scream to do the same.

Elly kept holding though. It felt amazing to fight back against what her body wanted to do so badly, take control against what she knew was a losing battle. Her eyes refocused as the video came to a close. She immediately clicked on another video of a girl sitting on a couch wearing a uniform and eating a box of cereal. A classic pissing video that pretty much everyone into wetting has seen, including her.

It didn’t matter though, she was far along enough that anything would work. Her hips has started squirming, and her hand was in a fast rhythm.

The woman sat with her feet up on the couch splayed out on front of her; and she was lazily watching a TV show. Elly skipped a few seconds and the woman was pulling her panties to the side, and her eyes went right back to the screen: She took another crunch of cereal and started pissing right off the edge of the couch. Elly reacted with a deep breath and settled even deeper into her pleasure. Her hand blazed, she could feel it bui-

Bzzzzt. Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzzt.

Elly was startled by her phone, and instinctually reached out to pick it up. It was her best friend Izzy. Elly quickly paused her video and answered, holding it up to her ear.

“Hey Elly! What’re you up to?”

“Not much right now,” Elly responded, frustratedly set back from her edge. A set back, but she didn’t stop, only slowed.

“What do you say to us going to the waterpark tomorrow? We haven’t hung out in a while!” Izzy said with Escort Ankara far too much energy for Elly to match.

The mention of the waterpark instantly made Elly’s bladder twinge to remind her that she was far too over-full to not be using the bathroom.

“U-uh, yeah? I mean, yeah! We can do that.” Elly replied, trying her best not to sound unfocused. Being on the phone with her closest friend while laying in bed in a diaper, full bladder, and masturbating was entirely surreal.

Was this a break of trust? Was it weird? Her fingers weren’t stopping, surely it was only weird if she found Izzy attractive right?

But, oh god, then she was thinking about Izzy at the waterpark. Her rich dark skin in a yellow striped bikini. Her long, flowing, wavy hair. Her perfect sized breasts, thick strong thighs, and the way her bikini bottoms would show off her ass so well.

Elly’s hand moved in a blur. Bladder forgotten, phone forgotten. Eyes beyond glazed over. She’d never thought of Izzy this way. How had she never thought of Izzy this way? Why was she-?

“You still there pookie?” Izzy’s voice suddenly pierced the fog.

“Uh, sorry, uh; what?” Elly asked completely off guard. “I was; um, distracted by something.” Her. Elly was distracted by her. Toned swimming abs, sparkling smile, gorgeous hazel eyes. Ripped right from a movie, from a magazine, from the defintion of goddess. Elly was always just jealous before, but now she was on fire with the need to grind on that beautiful face.

“Uhhhokay. I was asking if you were cool with around 10 am tomorrow?”

God she was so close. Elly rubbed faster and faster, back and forth and up and down and in circles around her clit. Her hips were bucking into her hand, her breath was ragged, her eyes were blurry. Her mouth was drying from the panting, her legs were tembling, and her ass cheeks were clenching and tensing repeatedly.

“Y-yeh. Yeah. Perfect.” She managed to croak out. So close, so close, so close.

“Are you sick? If you are we don’t have to-“

“N-no! No, I want to go. I’m not s-sick. I’m Escort Bayan okay.” Elly said desperately. Horniness be damned if she didn’t get to see that beautiful ass in a bikini tomorrow. Edging. Peaking. Climbing.

Elly tapped wildly for the mute button on her phone. Her hands were shaking badly; eyes frosted, until she heard the sound of it muting.

She dropped her phone face down into the bed and groaned hard. Some mixture of a “fuck” “shit” and “auuugh”, but certainly far from English.

She bit down hard on her lip, squeezed her eyes shut. Legs closed into fetal position, back curled, toes curled, abs tightened, hand clamped on her clit. Shaking, humping, thrusting, bucking hard. Heart pounding through her chest.

Wave after wave of pleasure racked her body, almost too much, but it’s all she could focus on.

Then she suddenly unfurled. On her back again, sweaty, groaning and moaning loudly. Legs out and pushing down into the bed, one hand did the same while the other still desperately delivered her pleasure. Hips pushing into the air, weight rested on her neck and head. Heart beating somehow faster.

Her eyesight damn near went white, she could see stars, maybe even a god or two. Time and space stopped mattering as she just tried to breathe and survive her pleasure. Clamping her eyes shut again, time stood still.

And then. Who knows how long later. Seconds? Hours? Probably just a few minutes.

Elly could finally breathe normally again. Her eyes finally opened. Her throat was dry. She sat up slightly, but two things took her attention.

Her phone slid off of her body. It was hung up. A slight pang of worry that Izzy might’ve heard something, and guilt that she pretty much ingnored her to the end of the call both struck her, but…

Her hand was wet. Very wet. And her waist was heavier than it should’ve been.

She looked down, resting on her elbows, and saw her diaper was absolutely full. Completely yellowed through, doubled in size. Thick between her thighs, bulging out both upwards and towards her feet.

She didn’t even remember losing control, but as her head flopped back down into her pillow below her, she realized there wasn’t much memory around her orgasm. And her mind was far too fuzzy to think right now.

Tomorrow would be the waterpark. Her feelings and diaper, both equally full and messy, could be figured out later.

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