Lesbians And Diapers

Mommy will be patting your soaked bottom before carrying you to the changing table. As you protest that you don't need diapers and that it won't happen again, I'll use scissors to cut off your soaked underwear, rolling them up into a ball and stuffing them into your mouth.

Then I'll proceed with your diaper change as normal, the soaked garments in your mouth reminding you of why Mommy keeps you in diapers. Next time, Mommy won't be so careless as to let you out of diapers for even one day. Because you're a helpless little pottypants who's not quite big enough to have any control over that bladder.

I love my diapers.

I need my diapers.

Like, it's not embarrassing enough that you're an adult wearing pampers. You literally cannot wait to piss yourself.

You're so desperate to breathe in your own stinking perfume of stale pee. To feel the sagging weight of your "accidents" grow and grow as you intentionally flood your bladder.

lips locked, adrenaline rushing, completely oblivious to their potty signals until they feel warmth spreading and being sucked away from their skin

or maybe they really do know they need to go but don’t want to ruin the moment. they’ll be ok, they can hold it, just one more minute, this feels so good…all is well until cg catches them off guard with a nibble of their ear or grab of their crotch. they gasp and all off a sudden the floodgates open, or they unclench and a mound forms in the back of their padding

panting in between kisses, grinding their hips into cg’s lap, wet diaper stifling any real sensation for the little. cg on the other hand is getting a crotch full of warmth and weight and loving every minute of it.