Diaper Store Intern 2: Dressed to Impress (lesbian ABDL)

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What could I do? If I waited, it would only get worse. The diaper was there, so I let go. I could feel the warm wetness, and then I felt it spread. I didn’t have to go anymore, but I was worried: Would it leak out? When I stood up, would there be wet spots on my pants? I didn’t dare look down, for fear someone else would see me looking down, and what if there were something to look at? When Amy woke up, she instantly noticed her soiled and wet diaper. She also looked in the mirror to find herself at six years old. She felt defeat take over her as she saw her mother walk in.

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The blue-green of the pit was now coursing up through his arms, albeit faintly – and there, rippling with him, high on his shoulder, was an upside-down heart with a line through the tail.

Regina kissed her some more between her tiny smooth lips; if only because Emma had this new, different, gorgeously exposed cunt that had otherwise been hiding beneath a thatch of golden curls for as long as they had been together, now denuded, now smooth and rubbery almost. Emma’s clitoris was so tiny, hiding under its little hood as though it were shy, but her vulva had parted ever so slightly with her arousal, like petals in bloom, and Regina could see every tiny detail there was to be seen. Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel Shut up Mom, you don't know anything about anything!" Amy told her mother, Becca. Amy was a short redhead that was 18 years old and was the typical teenager. Didn't do homework, did drugs, smoked, got F's all over the place. Her mother missed the sweet little girl Amy once was, and found someone online who helped her. She desperately looked around, doing a bit of a potty dance as she tried to think of anything that could help her out of this situation. Before she could come up with anything, though, she felt the all too familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She froze in place, only managing to look down to see the large wet patch forming on her jeans. Eventually the wet spot extended to a puddle around her feet and the flow finally stopped shortly after. She felt a small sense of relief now that it was over, but that relief was accompanied by an unrivaled humiliation due to what she'd just done (and where she'd done it). She didn't have long to ponder that humiliation, though, as the door to the bathroom opened in front of her to make it even worse. It did. I ran the rest of the way home, and I could feel the wetness down the legs of my pants. I hoped to God nobody saw me. Mom met me at the door (how did she do that? Maybe she could hear my footsteps on the porch) and said, “My goodness, what happened to you?”So, Emma cried, Regina comforted, moving the razor through the lather of foam, over her skin in the gentlest strokes that revealed pinkish, smooth and puffy flesh anew — only as and when Regina felt the sensations would not push the blonde over the edge. It was slow and difficult work, though it was good work, and Regina took her time until the job was completed properly, no irritating little stubbly hairs to be found that might prove to be uncomfortable during the night. The rest of the afternoon went pretty much like that, until I started to feel the need to make a BM. I knew I had diapers on, but I didn’t want to make a mess in them at Dave’s house! They’d smell it, of course, and it would be really embarrassing. So I tried to hold it in. Sitting on my foot helped. The muscle spasms made me wet a little, but I knew the diaper could handle that. You should not start out a story by describing everyone like that. It gets boring, and nobody really cares yet. The best way is to let your readers learn about who the character is as the story goes along, and intermix things about the character into different parts of the story. Harriet was 17. She lived in normal family. Her dad was an investment banker in the City, which meant the family were quite well off. Her mum stayed at home. They lived in a five bedroomed house. One bedroom was for mum and dad, Lisa and George. Another was a spare bedroom. Harriet had her own room and then her younger sister Kelly who was 12 had her own room. The final room was the playroom. Both the girls went to private schools. Kelly’s was a normal school and Kelly was quite bright so she was one of the top in her class. Harriet had about average intelligence so was around the middle of her class. Her school was a little different to Kelly’s as it had fewer pupils and all the pupils wore diapers. Harriet was one of these people. It was an all girl school and girls from age 5 to 18 attended. There was a diaper changer for each year group that consisted of about seven people. Each diaper changer had a room that was next door to the classroom of their year group.

Well, it wasn’t long until I had to pee again. There I was, sitting in class, and I’d passed up the chance to go earlier. What was more, I’d already wet my diaper earlier in the morning, and I wasn’t sure they could absorb another drenching.

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