Plumbing Problems

[Aardvark]

Hi this story has already been posted on the Wetset board. It is just the first chapter of a long story I have been writing for many years, which had been completely stalled by writers block. I was going to wait until it was all finished, but changed my mind after the Lisa Novak story broke. Since I started posting it I have managed to start to write again, so maybe it will be finished sometime.

It is written by a sad (pathetic rather than melancholy) middle aged male, and therefore any resemblence between the characters and real women is a happy coincidence.

It is designed to appeal to diaper lovers and contains sexual content.

To new readers the story is very long, but each chapter or group of two or three chapters should hold up as a story in it's own right. I would suggest reading it a serial rather than a novel.

Chapter 1 The meeting

“I propose that we take Jenny Waters as the pilot,” said Lieutenant Colonel Lucy Rivers, the newly appointed commander of shuttle mission STS 169. The Space Shuttle Atlantis’s mission to recover and repair a wayward British satellite, which was drifting out of control in a low orbital trajectory around the Earth. Lucy was thirty-eight years old, and pretty in a girl next door sort of way. She was brown eyed, five feet two inches tall, and her slightly muscular body weighed one hundred fifteen pounds. This was her first command, but she was an experienced veteran of the shuttle program, having been the pilot of two previous missions. Lucy pushed her shoulder length curly dark brown hair away from her face, and continued, “Jenny’s totally ready and she’s way overdue for a flight. She’s been unlucky not to be picked a couple of times now, and as you know I’m her program mentor, so I might be a little biased, but I strongly feel we ought to choose her.”

Sarah Leaks replied, “I completely agree with you, I think she’s ready, and this would be a great opportunity for her to work with you.” Sarah and Lucy were sitting at a table, in a small conference room situated in the agency’s Houston Space Center. She was three inches taller than Lucy and equally svelte, she was forty four years old and her sandy blonde hair flowed down her back below her shoulders. She was a former astronaut, having flown on two earlier shuttle missions, as an Extra Vehicular Activity mission specialist or a space walker as they were usually called. Sarah was attending the meeting in her role as the agency’s Director of Astronaut Personnel. Sarah thought to herself, ‘Oh yeah commander and pilot both women, that will really stick in the craw of some of those fuddy-duddy, military types.' Who Sarah considered were still far too dominant in the managerial ranks of the agency.

“I guess that’s OK with me,” said Rear Admiral Brian O’Brien, who as the agency’s head of Space Shuttle operations, was the third member of the selection committee for the crew of STS169. At least she’s a naval aviator, he thought to himself, and he tried not to show his considerable misgivings that the two pilots for the mission would be female.

“Well that’s unanimous, I think she’s an excellent choice,” chipped in the team psychologist Diane Poole, “I thought you guys worked together really well, on the facilities refurbishment team for the reconditioned shuttles.” Diane was thirty-four and had worked at the agency for five years, among her duties was working on psychological profiles of the members of the Astronaut Corps. The purpose of this was to try and make sure that the teams of Astronauts selected for the shuttle flights were as compatible as possible. Good teamwork was essential to help make sure everything went smoothly, on what was often very complex and extremely busy missions. Diane was five feet four inches tall, with short black hair, and she kept her well-proportioned body in good shape with regular visits to the gym. Furthermore she took great pride in the fact that her level of physical fitness was as high as many of the astronauts.

“Let’s move on to the mission specialists then,” said Brian.

Sarah said, “The next choice we need to make is the robot arm operator, the choice will be really critical for this mission. That’s due to the fact that the WEESAT is tumbling over about three times each minute, and the recovery of the satellite will be very difficult. I understand that we only have two astronauts who are fully qualified with the arm, who are not already committed to other flights during the missions training and operational period. They are Mike Wilkinson who’s recently qualified on the arm, and Alexis Rains the French Canadian who flew on STS150 with me. In my opinion Alexis did excellent work, and for her experience alone we should choose her, Lucy what do you think about the two of them?”

“I really think it will have to be Alex,” said Lucy, “she’s about as good as they come. Even though Mike has good credentials, he is a rookie, and with this mission’s shortened training period, we just can’t risk him failing to get up to speed in time. We have to fly before the cold weather cutoff in November, because by the Spring the bird's orbit will have degraded below one hundred eighty-nautical miles. That of course means we will not be able to get close enough with the shuttle to the satellite to save it.”

Brian responded, “I really like Mike, I think he’s ready, but I guess I will go along with you on Alex. Mike’s lack of mission experience could come back and bite us.” Brian was beginning to think that maybe he was being ganged up on by the three women.

Diane spoke up, “Your right, besides I think it might do Alex good to work with a woman commander. She has a bit of a habit of getting too friendly with the male commanders she has worked with, and that doesn’t always help with the team’s unity. You know how those dumb guys go for it every time, I never met a jet jockey yet, who can resist a pretty woman coming on to him,” finished Diane. She turned and smiled at the admiral, who was both a distinguished former fighter pilot and astronaut.

“She should know,” said Lucy under her breath to Sarah. Sarah turned and grinned back at Lucy.

“Uh Um which spot is next,” said the Admiral as his face turned a deep shade of crimson.

“Well BSAT is sending over Amanda Loos to be one of the payload specialists, she’s their best electrical engineer, and the only one of their people, who completed the physical and mental testing for astronaut training. In addition, she’s worked on the Water Earth Environment Satellite project since it started, so she really does know it backwards,” said Sarah. “She’s very good technically, and the only drawback is that she does seem a little withdrawn and uptight even for a Brit.”

“We don’t have a backup for her?” said Brian.

“No BSAT sent a guy along as well, but he couldn’t hold on to his lunch in the zero gravity simulation tests.” Lucy chimed in. She fondly remembered David Wetters, and the fact that his lunch wasn’t the only thing he couldn’t hold, but that was another story. Lucy began feeling decidedly damp between her legs, as she remembered the night in the motel room in Cocoa Beach where she had consoled David, after he flunked out of basic astronaut training. He was the only man she had met in all her years in the astronaut program, who had ever given her any inkling of liking wet and diaper sex. Because of this she thought, it was really a shame he had to go back to England. The vivid memories, of that torrid soaking night with David, had created another string of thoughts in her mind. ‘Um I wish I was wearing a diaper now, it would be a blast to wet myself with the admiral in the room, well maybe I could get away with just a little in my panties. I had better not, I have my monthly physical later, and any signs of bladder problems could get me grounded.’ The agency, was sensibly, very reluctant to have urine floating out of someone’s pants' leg in zero G, and then having it seep into the delicate electrical systems of the shuttle. Lucy remembered that her friend Sarah sitting next to her, had lost her flight status, after developing an urge incontinence problem. She thought to herself, ‘at least, she gets to wear a diaper when she wants, the lucky bitch.’

“Well that means we have four women assigned so far,” said Diane “that should make for some interesting team dynamics. Lucy, have you ever commanded a mostly female crew?”

“I guess we can get some great publicity from having all these women. I think it must be the first shuttle crew with at least 50 percent females.” Said the Admiral, who was trying to sound positive to disguise his continued unease at the way this meeting was going.

“They’ve all been chosen on merit. You agreed with all the selections!” said Lucy defensively as she picked up on the admiral's negative tone.

“OK! OK! How about a potty break, this coffee has gone straight through me,” said Sarah to calm things down. The truth was, she did not technically need a break; she had already quite heavily wet her pull-up diaper a few minutes earlier. It seemed to Sarah that her bladder problem, despite doing the prescribed exercises and taking anti spasm drugs, was not going to go away anytime soon. As she did not like the drugs’ unpleasant side effects, she had recently stopped taking them. The drugs hadn’t cured her problem completely, so she thought why should she put up with their other effects. In particular Sarah figured that having one accident rather than two accidents a day, didn’t do anything to help her return to flight status. She also admitted to herself that part of her issue with finding a cure, was that she really enjoyed the warm tingling sensation around her vagina and backside, that she felt when she was wetting her diapers. In addition to the pleasant feelings, it was sometimes difficult to motivate herself to get up from important meetings such as this, just to go to the potty, when she was already wearing her own bathroom.

“I am OK,” said Admiral O’Brien, “but if you girls need to take one, go ahead.”

Sarah stood up, picked up her large brown purse and headed out of the room, and immediately afterwards Lucy and Diane followed her.

They headed down the corridor and into the rest room, and each of them went into a stall. Sarah shifted up the short skirt of her olive green business suit, and unhooked her suspenders from her silk stockings. She loved to show off her long legs, which she thought were still very good for a woman of forty-four. Another benefit was she felt her legs drew attention away from the slight bulge in her rear, which came from her pull-up diaper. Her friends said they did not notice any bulges, but her diapers still made her feel somewhat self-conscious. Sarah pulled down around her ankles her chocolate brown stretch full cut panties, and her heavily wet diaper. She sat on the toilet, and tried to pee; as she always did when she had the opportunity, however, this time it was way too soon after her previous wetting and nothing happened. She stood up, finished removing her panties and used diaper, and placed them on the toilet seat. Sarah pulled a wet wipe from her bag, and wiped around her vagina, butt crack and the other areas where the pee had flowed before being absorbed by the diaper. The erotic feeling of wiping her sensitive areas, was another just one of those little pleasures she got from diaper wearing. Sarah had pulled a fresh diaper from her bag and was about to step into it when Lucy called out from the next stall.

“You still need those things then Sarah”

“Yea I guess so, but you know they’re not too bad really, and I’ve gotten used to wearing diapers over the years. Like many female pilots I always wore a diaper when I had to fly for over an hour in a small plane, and of course you know how in the space program, we are in and out of MAGs all the time.” She referred to the Maximum Absorbency Garments, or very expensive adult diapers, worn by female and some male astronauts under their space suits, when space walking, or for take offs and landings. The MAGs were also necessary for many training activities when the astronauts often had to spend many hours trapped in their space suits, without a chance to take a bathroom break.

Lucy finished peeing, wiped her pussy, threw the paper in the bowl, and flushed the toilet. She pulled up her white cotton bikini briefs, and the navy blue Dockers pants she was wearing, these were pretty much the standard uniform of the astronaut corps. As she left the stall she felt some pangs of jealousy thinking about Sarah’s diapers, and she had almost asked Sarah if she had spare diaper. Lucy thought, however, with both her personnel director and the team psychiatrist next to her, maybe asking that was not such a good idea. She said to Sarah “You know I really can relate to how you feel about diapers. You do get used to it. When we are in intense training, and I have to wear MAGs so much, sometimes I have a kind of nightmare that I will forget I’m not wearing one, and just pee in my panties. Luckily for me it hasn’t happened yet.”

Diane quietly placed a fresh bladder control pad in her black Victoria’s Secret seamless panties, and pulled them up, then she adjusted the pad slightly to make sure it fitted snugly. Diane then pressed the pad against her pussy and enjoyed the sensation as it pressed into her damp vagina, then she pulled up her charcoal-gray panty hose. She smoothed down her black calf length skirt, which featured a slit up to her mid-right thigh. She placed her used pad into a plastic bag, sealed the bag, and put it in the disposal bin.

As she left her stall Diane said, “You know there are some of the women in the astronaut program, who it seems, start to like wearing their MAGs a bit too much. Of course, I can’t name names, but I was approached to help out when the problem came to light a few months ago. This happened when the supplies people, had a problem with way to many MAGs being drawn from the stores, than they thought could possibly be used for their proper purpose. The stores people had checked their records, and found that three female astronauts had each drawn four or five times as many MAGs as anyone else. The three were called in by one of the base doctors and checked for physical problems, but none were found. When they were asked to explain themselves, they all told the doctor much the same story. It turned out that the women had gotten to really enjoy wearing and using MAGs, and they got such a thrill from them, that they were wearing them whenever they got the chance. They were wearing the MAGs in their homes, and to bed, and one bought very loose fitting clothes, and was wearing hers out and about, in the city and other places. The doctor did not know what to do, so she referred them to me for counseling.”

“Really! What did you do?” asked Sarah.

“I remembered hearing about a practice called infantilism, and about people with diaper fetishes in college class on sexual deviancy. So I did some more research and found several sites on the net covering such things. I found out that most of the Infantalists, as people who went in for really babyish behavioral practices are called, were men. However, it is quite common for adult women and older girls who wear diapers for some reason, to develop a liking for wearing and using them. There are several reasons why they start wearing them; it can be due to incontinence, or for convenience due to jobs or activities where getting to the bathroom was difficult. It happens sometimes, because their partners encourage them wear diapers, to satisfy their sexual fantasies. The pleasures they get from diaper wearing, are associated, both with sexuality, and a general feeling naughtiness, that comes from the idea of taking part in a taboo practice like wetting yourself. The people involved in it also reported liking the sense of security wearing a diaper brought them. The literature suggested that diaper wearing was a fairly harmless fetish. There is a feeling that it did tend to isolate the practitioners, especially if they had no regular partner. Their behavior often embarrasses diaper lovers, and consequently they find it difficult to find new partners, certainly ones who would understand them and their fetish.

I called each one of the ladies in to see me in my office, and there I explained to them what I had found out about diaper lovers. I asked them to talk about it, they were all very embarrassed but admitted that they were wearing the MAGs because they liked them. They all had very little else to say, but asked if it would affect their status in the program. I told them it would not, as we do not make judgments on peoples sexual preferences or practice as long as those are legal. I informed them that the MAGs cost the agency $20 each, and that they were only to be used for their proper purpose, and for anyone to use them for anything else was technically stealing. I suggested that they should think about stopping their practice, before they became truly addicted, and if they wanted help with that, they should come back and see me. I also told them that if they wanted to carry on with wearing diapers, there were plenty of stores around that sell adult diapers, and that they should buy their own in future. 'Besides,' I said, 'I think they are more discrete under your clothes than the big bulky MAGs,' I never heard from any of them again so I guess they just started buying their own.”

What she did not say to Sarah and Lucy was that reading about diaper wearing and wetting, and that talking to the girls who had been wearing the MAGs, had made her feel strangely and intensely sexually aroused. As a result, she had developed increasingly strong urges to try wearing diapers herself. For a couple of weeks she had resisted the feelings hoping they would go away. On one Friday night she arrived at her home, having had a few beers in a local bar with friends, she found herself bursting for a pee. As she reached her bathroom, she decided she had to try wetting a diaper. She had no diapers of course, as she had only had a couple of wet accidents since she was a little girl. Both of these happened in college when she was very drunk, and she had little memory of them. Deciding to improvise she took a small towel and folded it in two lengthwise. She pulled down her tight fitting jeans and full cut white silk panties to her knees, and placed the towel between her legs. Pulling up her panties to hold the towel in place, she felt a pain in her bladder unlike anything she had never felt before. Quickly she pulled up her jeans as far as she could, but could not zip them up completely, due to the bulk of the towel. Diane took of her shoes and stepped into the tub. Her urge to pee had become incredibly strong by now, and she wanted to let go there and then. However, somehow thirty years of toilet training got in the way and she just could not make herself let go. She remembered how the sound of running water made people who were desperate to go, think about peeing even more than before, so she turned on the faucet and tried to relax. All of a sudden she felt as small dribble of liquid escaping her, and soaking quickly into the towel. At that moment the floodgates opened, with a massive sense of relief; she felt her pee was gushing out into the towel. She had a tremendous sensation, as her golden water was pouring around her now really sensitive pussy and into her backside. As the towel got more saturated, the wetness crept up toward her tummy. Her urine soaked through the towel and her panties into her jeans, and began to dribble steadily down the inside of her left leg, over her foot and onto the tub. Feeling incredibly hot, she began to massage herself between her legs with her left hand, and pressed her right hand down the front of her jeans and panties into the top of her diaper. Holding her hand there as she felt the towel get wetter and wetter. About thirty seconds later she had completely emptied her bladder, then she stood in the tub for a minute and massaged her clitoris ferociously. After almost slipping on the wet tub floor, she decided to head to her bedroom.

Diane stepped out of the tub, pulling off her wet jeans and leaving them lying in the floor of her bathroom. She grabbed a large dry towel with her left hand, and holding up the now very heavily wet towel and panties with her right hand, headed into the bedroom. She walked awkwardly in her impromptu diaper, leaving behind a steady trail of heavy drips. She pulled back the comforter, folded the large dry towel in two, placed it on the sheet and quickly lay down on it. When she was comfortable, she lifted her knees and opened her legs; she pushed her left hand down under the warm wet towel, over her short black pubes to her soaking pussy, and she started to masturbate again. With her right hand she unbuttoned her pale blue blouse, and pulled her white lacy bra away from her breasts. She removed her wet left hand from the towel, and rubbed pee and love juices over her breasts and erect nipples. At the same time she pushed her right-hand back under the wet towel, and she finished masturbating herself to one of the most exhilarating series of climaxes of her life.

After that experience she found herself completely hooked on diapers, and there was no holding her back. Diane was seldom without a diaper, either wearing heavy duty cloth ones with plastic or latex panties at home, or wearing light disposable bladder control pads during the times she was out. She had decided on the pads, rather than more absorbent but less discrete adult diapers, as she was unwilling to give up her wardrobe of tight fitting skirts and pants. Diane had learned to cope with the pads lower capacity for holding liquid, by learning to let go of her pee in short controlled bursts of a few seconds. This had allowed her to avoid any humiliating leaks. Due to her new found love of diaper wearing, she had found herself feeling very embarrassed and concerned about her position with the agency. This meant she had never confided her new life style to anyone, and her usual steady stream of boyfriends and the occasional girlfriend had dried up. This had led to Diane’s emotions being very bottled up, and she had found it almost impossible to keep from bringing up the subject of diapers, when she heard the other two discussing them in such a matter of fact way.

“Fascinating,” said Sarah emerging from her stall while still re-hooking the last of her suspenders to her stockings. She briefly exposed the edges of her white diaper, which showed under her brown panties, to the other two women, who were by now washing their hands. Sarah had taken to wearing stockings when she had become incontinent, as she could change the pull up diapers she wore, without needing to remove the stockings, as she would have had to with hose. They also helped her feel more sexy at a time when her usually high sexual self confidence, was greatly diminished by her need to wear diapers. She smoothed down the back of her skirt and proceeded to wash her hands. “You will have to tell us more about it some time, but now we need to get back, Brian will think we have deserted him.” Sarah, as she walked back to the conference room, feeling her diaper pressing softly and lusciously onto her sex, felt decidedly horny thinking about what Diane had said. For now though, she needed to concentrate on the rest of the meeting, an outrageous idea was beginning to develop in her mind.

“How about a beer after work, say seven thirty in the Apollo Bag,” Lucy said. She was referring to the strangely named bar frequented by the astronauts just down the road from the Johnson Space Center in Houston.

“OK” said Diane, thinking maybe this could be time she would let out her delicious secret.

“I’m up for it,” said Sarah as they reentered the conference room, “besides if this meeting goes well we might have something to celebrate.”

“You ladies been cooking something up,” said the admiral rather awkwardly.

Ignoring him Sarah said, “Let’s get back to business, we will need two EVA Specialists for the recovery and relaunch of the WEESAT.”

“Who do we have available?” said Diane.

“The lead walker needs to be very experienced, the recovery phase will be one of the most difficult ever attempted, due to the unstable rotation of the satellite,” said Lucy. “We can probably get away with a rookie for the second walker, but even that person will have to be very good.”

“Well with the International Space Station program going a full pace, EVA specialists are like gold dust around here,” said the Admiral. “You may just have to go with a rookie.”

“I wish you were available Sarah,” Lucy said thoughtfully, “in my book you are the best in the business.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence and believe me I would love the chance, however, unfortunately they won't let me, but I think I can get the Russians to let us have Natasha Volgaova. I know she only just got back from that three-month stay on Mir, but she loves to fly, and she’s one of their hottest walkers. Of course you know how good they are at EVAs.” Said Sarah, who was referring to the Russian’s vast experience with space walking going back to the mid nineteen sixties.

“Are you sure you can get her?“ said Brian.

“Yea I’m pretty confident, Anatoly Andreyevitch owes me one, I really bailed him out by letting him have Jerry Smith last year for that Mir repair mission.” Smiled Sarah, she was referring to Anatoly Kolnickov the head of the Cosmonaut program.

“That would be great if you could get her. I did some training under her she really knows her stuff,” said Lucy, and across the table Diane nodded her agreement.

“OK I’ll pencil her in for now, let me know as soon as you confirm that. How about Mark Karnecki for the second EVA Specialist,” said the Admiral, who was determined to put forward a male candidate for one position. “He's gotten top marks from everybody at the training center.”

“I agree he’s a good one,” said Lucy somewhat disappointedly.

Sarah kept quiet, she had to agree that Mark had all the qualifications, but she wanted all women for this flight, she thought how could she get him out of the picture.

Diane suddenly spoke up, “Um I am er not sure that Mark would be that great a choice, you know he had a thing going with Natasha two years ago, when she was an instructor at the EVA school.”

“Well they’re both single and they’re both professionals I’m sure they could still work together,” said Brian.

“I’m not so sure, they had a pretty nasty break up by all accounts, I saw them yelling at each other myself, Mark said something about not playing that dirty bitches filthy games anymore. She responded by suggesting he was a real stuffed shirt and was less than a real man.”

‘I wonder what type of games,’ thought Lucy, and she speculated they might well involve diapers and this added to her already considerable state of arousal.

‘Good one Diane’, thought Sarah, “I guess not Mark then” she said quickly before Brian could speak again. As she spoke, she without thinking released a short gush of warm golden liquid into her soft diaper, and the expanded material seemed to caress her in a way she had not noticed before. Lucy heard the slight hissing noise of Sarah’s escaping pee, and under the table spontaneously placed her right hand on Sarah’s silk stocking clad knee. Sarah turned to Lucy, smiled, and gently grabbed Lucy's hand, then she pushed it slowly up the inside of her taught thigh to the top of her stockings, pulling up the green skirt as she moved. Reaching out with her little finger Lucy gently brushed the stretch man-made fabric of the crotch of Sarah’s brown briefs. Pushing her finger underneath Sarah’s panties, and feeling through the imitation cloth waterproof lining of the diaper, how the hot pee filled the absorbent material below it.

“Well who do you think Sarah!” Brian said rather abruptly. Fortunately for Sarah and Lucy, neither Brian nor Diane could see what was happening on the other side of the table. Startled by Brian and shocked by what she had done, Lucy pulled her hand back from Sarah’s crotch and placed it back on the top of the table.

After a few seconds Sarah, who was equally shocked by what had just happened, recovered her composure. “How about Rachel Raging Brook, she’s just as highly rated as Mark, and she is due for her first flight.” She was referring to the only Native American woman in the program.

“Yea I agree she would make a good choice.” Said Lucy, now her bladder had refilled a little, and she was fighting an overwhelming desire to make her already damp panties even wetter.

“I had her in mind for STS 170, but maybe we could let Mark have that one, and we’ll go with Rachel, but don’t think I don’t know what you girls are thinking. Six spots and six women chosen.” Said the Admiral.

“Honestly it just worked out that way,” said Lucy fighting back a giggle, ‘if he only knew what she was really thinking about,’ she thought. Touching Sarah’s leg and the restroom conversations had left her completely turned on, and she was going crazy with the torment of not being able to find a way to get any relief. Lucy was overcome completely with the desire to wet herself, and she thought, 'what the hell, I am just going to do it.' She released a three second long burst into her panties and felt the hot urine soak into the cotton gusset of her underwear and into her dark pants. ‘I will just have to go to the base store and buy some more undies before my physical.’ She decided she could put her, slightly wet and smelly trousers, safely in a locker in the changing room at the centers medical facility, because she would need to dress in a hospital gown for her tests.

Diane now spoke up, “That’s the mission critical players, but we have two more spots in the reconfigured crew cabin for people with experiments. However, one will need engineering experience to help Amanda with the satellite overhaul. Therefore, I suggest Maria Nappi, she’s got a strong electro mechanical engineering background, and she’s been hanging on for a flight for a while.”

“Excellent choice,” said Lucy, “I think those experiments she has with fluid dynamics in micro gravity are very interesting.”

“That’s fine with me, and besides she’s always a lot of fun,” said Sarah.

“You might as well just leave me out of it, if you three are determined to fill the flight up with women, then just go ahead.” Mumbled Brian knowing he had been out maneuvered, besides he pitied the poor guy locked in a tin can for twelve days with those harridans.

Diane feeling pleased that her suggestion had gone down well, celebrated by deciding to release a ten second burst of piss into her pad. However, she was so horny and excited, that she got a little carried away, and the ten seconds became fourteen before she could control herself. She felt her saturated pad become overwhelmed, and the pee began to soak around her butt, then through her panties hose and skirt. The escaping pee left wet marks on the back of her skirt on either side of the pad. ‘Oh my God,’ she thought, ‘what will they think,’ after a few seconds she relaxed and thought, ’still with any luck no one would notice the wet patches on my black skirt.’

“Well if that’s the way were going, I have the perfect candidate for the eighth spot," said Brian resignedly, "Dr. Soumeni Karmenian, she‘s a urologist and a gynecologist doing research into the effect of space flight on women’s physiology."

“Yes I know her, she would love this mission,” said Diane.

“Soumeni Karmenian, I don’t know her, where’s she from,” said Lucy not too sure if she liked the idea of being poked and prodded in her most intimate areas, by some quack during the flight.

“Oh she’s out of Caltech, I think she’s Armenian originally, her name means mountain spring I believe.” Said Diane, who was still worrying if she would leave a noticeable wet spot on the chair.

“Well with this crew we can hardly leave her out. If I were in her place I would tear off the shuttle’s doors if they didn’t let me on board,” said Sarah.

“OK then Soumeni it is,” said Lucy. “Well lets call it a wrap, we can discuss the backups at the next meeting, I need to be in the medical center in thirty minutes, and I have an errand to run first."

“I need to run too,” said Brian and he hurriedly left the room. There was an odd slight smell of pee and female pheromones in the room that had left him feeling both horny, and that he really needed a bathroom.

The three women stood up, walked round the table and gave each other high five’s. ‘The first all women crew on a shuttle,’ thought Sarah, that would really get people talking. They gathered up their things and started to file out, but for a moment Lucy hung back, not wanting Diane to notice her wet pants, and Diane did the same. After waiting a few seconds Diane decided to brave having her secret detected, and walked through the door ahead of Lucy. Lucy took a look at Diane’s butt and thought, ‘was it wet was it wet, yes she was sure it was wet, and from the patterns of the wet patches it had to be a leaking pad of some kind.' Lucy thought to herself, ‘Wow it sounds like tonight is going to be better than ever.’

[Aardvark]

Chapter 2 The Apollo Bag

Five minutes later Lucy was in the shop in the visitor's section of the space center. From the clothing section, she selected a pack of three pairs of cheap white bikini panties. The panties had little the agency logos underneath the elastic around the top. Then she went to the checkout and handed them to the clerk, “I got my period early” she said to the middle-aged latina behind the till, as she gave in to the common desire of people to unnecessarily explain themselves when they are embarrassed. The woman, who was totally uninterested, took her money without expression and gave Lucy her change.

Later that afternoon, after an uneventful physical check up Lucy had thought about returning to her office to catch up on some paperwork. Instead she had reasoned, 'I’m not going to be the only one there tonight without a diaper,' and she went home to change her underwear before going to the Apollo Bag. She had thought about wearing one of her favorite cloth diapers with ultra-soft plastic panties, but decided they would be just too obvious under her pants. So instead she chose the same kind of pull up diapers that her friend Sarah wore. These were both more discrete and more practical, because if after all she decided she would use the bathroom, they would go up and down like regular underwear. Knowing that the pull-up diapers were only good for one wetting, she put another diaper and a disposal bag in her purse, and set of for the bar.

Lucy was the first to arrive at the Apollo Bag; she looked around, and grabbed a quiet table away from the boisterous crowd of male astronauts at the bar. Surrounding the men were the usual groups of highly decorative bimbos, who always clung to the astronauts hoping some glamour would rub off on them. After sitting down she attracted the attention of a waitress, and when the waitress came over, she ordered a twenty two-ounce draft beer. Feeling pumped up from the days' events she was very thirsty, and was looking forward to having some fun with her friends and her bladder. She wondered how she would be able to let the other two know that she too was in diapers, and wondered in particular what Sarah’s reaction would be. After all as far as she knew Sarah wore diapers purely for medical reasons. At the same time as the waitress brought over her beer, in walked Sarah who had come straight from the Space Center.

“Hi Luce, give me a Gin & Tonic please,” said Sarah to the waitress.

“I thought you liked to drink Bud Lights, ”

“I do, but with my little problem drinking beer makes me go too much, I’ve had three accidents today and I’m down to my last change of diaper. I usually have some spares in the car, but today I’m right out, but never mind it’s Saturday tomorrow and I have to grocery shop anyway.”

“Talking of diapers did you catch a sight of Diane after the meeting, the back of her skirt was wet and I’m sure it was a leaky pad or something. You don’t suppose she secretly practices what she was talking out do you?”

“I don’t know, it would be funny wouldn’t it, maybe she has problems like me, that’s odd though, because its pretty common knowledge about my incontinence, and she’s never confided in me. I seem to be a magnet for every woman in the place whose ever dribbled in her drawers, and they’re always asking me for advice.”

“Well I haven’t asked you about that yet,” said Lucy. At that moment the waitress came back with Sarah’s drink, as she walked away from their table, the slim pretty twenty-two-year-old redhead dropped something. She bent over to pick it up, giving Lucy a good look at the white thong panties under her short black skirt. Lucy had never considered herself gay or even bi, but lately she had found herself checking out other women. As she looked away from the girl’s butt, she was a little disappointed not to find the waitress not wearing some kind of bladder protection. She found she was more and more turned on by the idea of being with another woman who was wearing a diaper. As her mind returned to the afternoon's events and her touching Sarah’s leg, she felt very excited, very nervous, and very embarrassed all at the same time, and she felt her face flush a deep shade of crimson.

A few seconds later Diane joined them at the table. She had like Lucy been home to change her clothes, and was wearing a tight white tee-shirt that emphasized off her good sized breasts, which were held in a black lacy push up bra. She also was wearing a loose-fitting denim skirt that came down slightly below her knees. She had deliberately intended to put the emphasis on her breasts, in order to take attention away from the extra bulges around her lower regions. These were created by her fitted button cloth diaper and high quality latex rubber pants. Normally she would have put tight fitting control panties over the top to help hide the bulges, but tonight for some reason she did not care. “Hi how are you, wasn’t this afternoons meeting just awesome.” She said as she sat at the table. The rustle of her rubber panties just audible as the music from the juke box stopped briefly to change songs.

As the Rolling Stones Brown Sugar started to play on the Jukebox, the women talked for a while about the events of the earlier meeting. Like Lucy, Diane ordered a twenty-two-ounce draft beer, and when it came she downed almost half of it in a minute or so. “So what about the thing we talked about in the bathroom. The people acting like babies?” said Sarah when the conversation had died of for a few seconds.

“Well like I said, not all of the people who are into diapers act like babies, and mostly it’s the guys who act that way. The ones who do are known as adult babies, and seem to love the idea of being out of control and totally dependent on someone else. They don’t just wear diapers but dress up as babies, suck bottles and pacifiers, and play childish games. If they are lucky they find a partner who will mother them and treat them like a baby, change their diapers and such. You know, there are some women who act as professional mommies to those babies without partners, or who’s wives won’t join in. But I think many of them just practice their little fetish on their own, as I said it can be rather isolating.”

“Gross! But what about the women,” said Lucy. She had little time for adult babies, as she was strictly into wearing diapers for fun grown up reasons, like sex and flying.

“Well some women are into the baby thing, but women are more often what are called diaper lovers or diaper fetishists. This practice typically involves just wearing diapers with regular clothes, and often using their diapers for sexual gratification. The women will often become diaper lovers because of having to wear diapers for some reason or another, and then finding they enjoy wearing them. You know an awful lot of women have experienced bladder problems at some stage of their lives. Also there are many men and women who are diaper lovers, who were bed wetters into their later childhood or adolescence, and who fondly remember the security of wearing diapers at night. Others just start using them to avoid the inconvenience of a small bladder, especially if they have jobs, or take part in outdoor activities like skiing where getting to a bathroom regularly or quickly is not always easy.”

“Well Lucy and I know all about having to wear them for work,” said Sarah as she edged closer to Diane. “Another round.” She said to the red headed waitress who came by their table.

Diane finished her beer. “Some others get into diapers because they take part in certain sexual games known as water sports. From these games often involve peeing their pants, and they find they really enjoy the feeling, and then they progress to diapers to help be more discrete. Though many of the panty wetters really prefer to go in regular underwear, and will do just that if they have the chance.”

“Fascinating” said Lucy feeling that her bladder was beginning to fill, she wondered whether to use her diaper or go to the bathroom in the regular way, saving her diaper for later. She was already beginning to get wet from thinking about the conversation.

Diane continued, “For some reason many women diaper lovers are also bi or lesbians, I suppose they feel less hung up by indulging in different or strange practices than straights. You know that two of the women from the program, who I had to counsel about using the MAGs were secret lovers.” At the same time as Diane finished speaking, she felt that the beer she had drunk had filled her bladder, and almost without thinking about it, she released her warm pee into her diaper. The hot liquid quickly spread around her lower parts, and soaked into the highly absorbent cloth of her diaper, giving her the now familiar thrilling sensation. This sensation was intensified because she was feeling so incredibly turned on by talking about the subject of diapers, that she wanted cut out the edging around the subject and tell her secret to the other two women. Despite this strong urge, she could not bring herself to do tell them, and decided she needed a little more Dutch courage.

Sarah had never before really thought about sexuality and diaper wearing. She knew she quite enjoyed the sensation of wetting her diapers, and they did give her a sense of security. However, she had never masturbated in a diaper, and prior to sexual encounters she had always removed them, if necessary replacing them to sleep in later. Not wearing her diapers during sex had led to one embarrassing accident. This happened when just after a really long and torrid tonguing session she was cuddling her new found twenty-year-old girlfriend. She knew she wanted to pee but decided to wait a few moments longer, but then with her legs wrapped around her girlfriend, she had suddenly peed all over the girl, herself and the bed. The girl had claimed to be grossed out by the experience but she still stayed the night. Sarah was sure that when she got up, she had found the little minx had made Sarah's bed even wetter.

She had always kept her lesbianism very quiet, only having affairs in very safe circumstances. As a very high ranking member of the agency’s space program she was very conscious of the image of the agency, and especially the female astronauts. She said, “I really must go to the bathroom or it’ll be another wet diaper for me.”

“I’ll come with you,” said Lucy, who had decided to keep her own diaper dry until the evening really got going.

Both girls used the toilet in the conventional way, with the exception that neither bothered wiping themselves, and they replaced their diapers, which were as yet only slightly wet, this coming mostly from their love juices. While they were washing their hands and checking their makeup, Sarah said. “Your damn right you know, she is wearing a diaper, and its no little pad, I’m sure she doesn’t care if we know. I’m going to confront her when we get back. This oughta be fun.”

“Go for it gal,” said Lucy, great she thought, once Diane's diaper wearing, has been exposed I can let the others in on my secret.

Returning to the table they both took drinks from their glasses, and Sarah edged a little closer to Diane. She said, “Diane honey, you know you really should cut down on the beer, I think you're starting to put on weight, especially round your behind.” With that she reached out and pushed her hand between Diane’s denim skirt and her chair, and through her rubber pants and diaper pinched her behind. “Diane! Are you wearing a diaper?!” she said in mock amazement. “I think you better explain yourself young lady.” Both Sarah and Lucy both burst out laughing at this. Diane went crimson with shame, and yet smiled brightly with relief that her secret was no more.

At that moment Yuan Me Pei came over to their table. Yuan Me was called Gloria by her friends, and at twenty-eight was senior public relations officer, who worked for the shuttle program. The pretty, petite, Taiwanese American was also one of the few openly gay agency staff members. “Do you mind if I join you?” she said, as she sat down not giving the others a chance to reply.

“Of course.” Said Sarah who was fighting hard to control her giggles, and trying hard not to hide her annoyance at being interrupted, just at the moment when the evening had gotten really interesting.

“What’s so funny?” Gloria asked.

“We were just talking about our STS169 crew selection meeting this afternoon,” lied Lucy.

“Oh my god yeah! Brian told me about it, eight women on one mission, isn’t it amazing,” said Gloria. “In fact that’s why I came over to see you guys. If we handle it right, we can get some great publicity from the mission. With any luck we could get little girls all over the country and the world, interested in the space program, in the same way they got all excited about soccer from the World Cup.” She said, slightly tipsily, due to having already been in the bar over an hour, and having downed three large beers in that time.

“God your right,” said Diane, “I hadn’t really thought about that, it will be a great opportunity to get girls interested in space and science.”

“It might help change attitudes among some of those foolish Congress Women, who are so anti the space programs as well,” responded Lucy.

Over the next ten minutes they filled Gloria in on the details of the meeting, and discussed how they could go about getting the maximum publicity for the mission. Gloria smiled and said, “You know we don’t have any mothers on the flight, that could be a bit of a problem from a PR point of view. It’s always a good story when we have a mom in space.” As she spoke, Gloria was starting to feel the beer putting more and more pressure on her small bladder. She had only been to the bathroom thirty minutes before, but now she really needed to go again. 'I hope one of these gals needs to go soon, I hate going on my own,' she thought, and decided to hang on a bit longer and see if one would make a move.

“Actually I don’t think any of us are even married you know,” responded Lucy. “God the tabloid press could have a field day with this one.” Said Gloria, “Can you imagine the headlines, Eight Dykes in Outer Space.” She giggled, shifting around on her stool in increased desperation.

“The Zero G Gay Girls,” laughed Diane.

“Lucy’s Lessies,” chipped in Sarah.

Fortified by the alcohol and their collective good mood, at this all four women started laughing out loud. This was too much for Gloria’s bladder, which decided to release its self into her expensive scarlet high waist panties. The pee quickly ran around her behind and through her short black skirt, over the front of the chair, and began to puddle on the floor. Mortified with embarrassment she could not regain control of her bladder for more than twenty seconds, and by the time she finished, the puddle was eighteen inches across.

“Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! It’s happened again! Oh gods! Oh no! Not again!” she exclaimed as she burst into tears.

“What’s happening,” said Sarah from the other side of the table unable to tell what was going on.

“I fucking pissed myself,” cried Gloria.

“Is that all?” replied Sarah trying to comfort her. “I’ve wet myself nearly every day for over a year now, it’s no big deal, but of course I do wear diapers.”

“Well it’s a bit late for me now, I’m soaked through,” said Gloria.

“Never mind, we better get you home, are you sure your OK to drive,” said Lucy.

“I didn’t bring my car with me, my girlfriend is coming back from San Antonio tonight and is supposed to pick me up when she gets in around eleven. I don’t know what to do, I can’t get a cab in this condition, and I can’t wait around here it’s not even nine yet.”

“Don’t worry I’ll take you,” said Sarah.

“Are you sure about that? It’s twenty miles.” Said Gloria referring to what was actually a shorter commute by Houston standards.

“Hey you guys, we all ought to quit drinking if were going to drive home anyway.“ Said Lucy, “But you know I’m really pumped up tonight, and I want to carry on the night a bit longer, how about we have a party at my place, it’s only a couple of miles away. You come along to Gloria. I’ll find you something dry to wear.” In addition to being in a party mood, Lucy wanted to have a chance to get back discussing to the evenings earlier topic. She thought if Sarah had to take Gloria all the way home, she probably would not want to come back. Besides that, after Gloria’s little exhibition she might be a candidate for some fun to.

“Yeah sounds good,” said Diane, “I’m a bit trashed already.”

“Well you can come with me then, you can pick your car up in the morning.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Sarah, “I’ll need to stop in a market on the way to pick some stuff up, is there anything you need?”

Lucy replied, “I have plenty of food and wine at home, but if you guys are really thirsty, you could pick up a case of beer. How about then Gloria, are you coming? You can call your friend and tell her to pick you up at my place.”

“Oh OK then,” she replied, going to a party sounded a lot better than waiting around her apartment for Anita to come home. Especially as she expected Anita would give her a telling off for wetting herself again, and besides these gals were ready to party, and she did not want to be a party pooper.

“You coming with me and Diane then?” said Lucy.

“No I think I’ll ride with Sarah, if that’s OK, I want to ask you something.”

“Well you guys go ahead Diane and I will pick up the tab. Hey Diane throw some beer down there on the puddle, and make it look like we dropped a glass or something.”

“Gloria you walk ahead, I’ll follow and cover your butt, but I don’t think it will show much in this light anyway, especially with that cute little black skirt.”

A couple of minutes later, they were in Sarah’s black Toyota Camry, and to protect her car’s front passenger seat, Sarah had found Gloria an old towel to sit on. As they set of for the market, Sarah said, “What was it you wanted to ask?”

“Well you know what happened back there wasn’t the first time I’ve had an accident when I had a few beers, and I usually follow up my accidents by wetting the bed as well. My girlfriend has been on at me to wear diapers when I drink, but I’m much too embarrassed to go and buy them. Instead of wearing diapers I keep thinking I will cut back on the beer, but I really enjoy a night out. It’s my main thing I do to have a good time, so I tend to get carried away and it happens again like tonight. I know you have to wear diapers, what do you do when you need to buy them.”

“Oh you get used to it, I’ll give you a few tips in a minute, but tell me a couple more things. You don’t have any kind of bladder problem at other times, do you?”

“Well every few weeks I wet the bed when I haven’t had a drink, I’ve been a very occasional bed wetter throughout my life, but I don't have any other daytime accidents. Like I know I have a small bladder so I have to be careful, and I always go to the toilet when I get the chance, but when I’m sober I can hang on if I have to.”

“You said your girlfriend has asked you to wear diapers, but how do you feel about it yourself."

“Oh I’m not sure, I can see how useful they might be, and think I would not feel too embarrassed about them. However, I worry if I wear a diaper I will get lazy and just use it instead of trying to make it to the toilet. Then I also worry about changing when I’m out, especially in some of those crowded bar bathrooms, plus how many do you need for a night out? I pee every half hour or so when I’m drinking beer, how much do they hold?”

“Well if you want something that won’t show too much, especially under going out clothes, you need something like the pull-up diapers they show on TV, but all they’re good for is one real wet. So it sounds like you might need plenty for a good night out. Maybe this idea would give you an incentive to stay dry if you can. You should take only one change of diaper with you. Then if you have an accident change yourself, finish your drink and go home, if you want to stay out late, you will have a good reason to try and stay dry.”

“Hey that makes sense I guess, but what do you do when you buy them.”

“Well you can order them over the net if you want, but I just buy mine in stores. Nowadays, I don’t care what people think so I just stick them in with my regular supermarket shopping. If people notice, they never say anything. When I first started buying them, I was more shy so I would go to drug stores at times when I knew they would have few customers. I found the best way was just to be confident, know what you want to buy, go pick them up, go straight to the check out and pay for them. Use cash as it’s quicker than check or charge. Usually the clerk will not bat an eyelid, but just try and avoid teenage boys, it seems to embarrass them even more than it does you. Remember after all the store wants to sell them to you, they are not going to try and make you feel awkward about buying them.” They pulled into the supermarket parking lot. “I tell you what, I have to pick up some diapers myself, do you want me to get you up some. I‘ll get you some pull-up diapers, do you want something more absorbent for the nights as well?”

“Um yes I think so what do you recommend.”

“I prefer fitted briefs for overnight but they don’t always have them here, if they don’t I’ll get you some of the store brand Ultra Absorbency Undergarments they’re almost as good. You really need plastic pants as well for nights. The disposables nearly all leak a bit when you roll over. But I doubt if they have them here, so you will be probably have to go without tonight. OK You stay here. I’ll only be a minute.”

“Thanks, you’re really kind,” said Gloria cheering up a bit she peed a little through her wet panties into the towel.

Lucy and Diane sat silently for a minute as they set off in Lucy’s car. Diane had realized she had not brought a change of diaper with her, as she had thought she was only going to be away from her house, for two hours. By now her diaper had had its third wetting and was completely saturated, and she could feel a pool forming in the bottom of her loose-fitting rubber panties. Diane knew that more pee was on the way soon, and she pondered her options. The first one was going without a diaper at Lucy’s and hope that in her rather drunken state she would not have an accident. This was quite a worry as had not really remembered deciding to wet herself on the previous occasions that night. The second option was that maybe Sarah would be able to give her some diapers, she hoped that was the sort of supplies she had been talking about. The third choice was to ask Lucy to take her home to get more diapers, but she lived ten miles in the opposite direction and decided it was too late for that. Besides all this she was still uncertain how the other two would react to her diaper wearing.

She was still pondering her options when Lucy said. “I bet you could do with a change of that diaper, you never hit the head all the time we were in the Apollo."

“Your right, but I didn’t bring a change with me. I don’t know what to do, do you think Sarah will have some spare diapers.”

“Oh that’s all right I have loads of them at home, I’ll find you something.”

“You what! You wear diapers to!” said Diane in surprise.

“Yes just for fun of course, they won’t let you fly the shuttle with bladder problems.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m going to wet my diaper now, feel it if you don’t believe me.”

Diane without thinking reached over and pulled down the zipper of Lucy’s relaxed fit Dockers. She put her left hand though the opening, and pushed it down over Lucy's panties feeling the warm cloth like covering of her diaper underneath. She moved the crotch of the panties to one side and squeezed the diaper hard. She could feel vibrations of Lucy’s piss hitting her diaper, and felt the diaper expand as the hot pale yellow liquid absorbed into it. “God that feels awesome.”

“Yea I can’t wait to get home,” said Lucy still having quite not figured out where this was going, but relishing the adventure.

[Aardvark]

Chapter 3 The Party

Lucy pulled her car into the driveway of her modest suburban house. It was located in an older neighborhood, and the secluded two story house was not as large as some of the monstrosities which were becoming the norm in American housing developments. However, as she lived on her own, this house suited Lucy just fine. She pressed the remote control door opener, and after the door lifted, she drove the white Jeep Grand Cherokee into the two car garage. Lucy stepped down from the SUV and Diane gingerly did the same, by this point Diane was getting very worried about leaking.

As she shuffled around the front of the car she said to Lucy, “Jesus I’m wet, can you hear it sloshing about down there?”

“I sure can, come on little baby sister lets go get our didees changed before the others come. Go in there and get out of those wet diapers, and I’ll be in in a minute with clean diapers, which do you prefer cloth or disposable?” Asked Lucy, as she pointed Diane toward a bathroom on the second floor.

“I love the feel of cloth don’t you. I always wear cloth diapers when I can get away with their bulkiness.” Shouted Diane as she stepped into the bathroom.

“Your right those disposables are too efficient sometimes, they soak it right up and don’t give you much to savor afterwards,” said Lucy.

Diane took of her socks and sneakers, and pulled her skirt down over her diaper and took it of, then she laid the skirt on the toilet seat cover. Then she pulled her tee shirt over her head, and wearing just her heavy pee soaked diaper and her black bra, she stepped into the tub. She was taking precautions as she knew the pee would splash onto the floor as she removed her rubber panties. She looked down and could see the pool of pale yellow pee in the crotch of her rubber panties. Leaving the leg elastic still in place she pulled the top of her rubber panties down over her diaper so the panties were inside out, and she felt the warm pee escape from its captivity and splash over her bare feet. Her bladder was by now completely full again, and she could no longer hold herself, so she let herself go. The hot pee ran through her wet diaper down her legs and over her feet, and flowed along the bottom of the tub toward the plug hole filling the room with a pungent aroma of fresh and stale pee. The sensation reminded her of her first wet experience, and the memory was way too much for her. She was feeling incredibly hot, so she pushed her right hand down her diaper to her pussy, and started to vigorously frig herself. At that moment she heard Lucy enter the bathroom, embarrassed at being caught masturbating, she quickly pulled her hand out, and started to unbutton her diaper.

“Sorry, do you want some privacy?” Asked Lucy as she walked in and saw Diane with her hand down her diaper. Lucy was carrying a stack of large terry cloth diapers and two pairs of plastic panties. Lucy had removed her shoes and pants in her bedroom, and was still wearing her wet pull-up diaper under her white cotton briefs. As well her diaper she still wore the pale blue agency golf shirt she had been wearing all day.

“No, please come in I’ll save it for later, God I’m so excited to finally find some friends who like this stuff,” replied Diane as she unbuttoned her diaper, and let it hit the bathtub with a thud and splash.

“It can be a lot more fun with someone else for sure, do you want me to help you clean up?” said Lucy, grabbing a wash cloth and running it under the faucet.

“Sure.”

Lucy started to gently wash Diane with the wet wash cloth, gently rubbing her pussy and through the wash cloth slightly penetrating her hole with two fingers.

“Sheet! That feels fucking wonderful!” said Diane.

“Let me do you properly.” Said Lucy as she dropped the wash cloth and climbed into the tub with Diane. Lucy knelt down on the wet diaper, and placed her hands on Diane’s firm butt. She pushed her face into her hairy pussy and started to gently lick Diane’s clitoris. With her licks becoming more and more vigorous, she quickly brought Diane to a massive climax.

“Yes! Yes! Oh Yes! Oh God that was wonderful! I want to have you right now!” Exclaimed Diane as she reached her orgasm, at the same time both women heard the door bell ring.

“Later honey later!” Lucy replied as she stood up and stepped out of the tub, “I better go let them in.”

She opened the front door to a beaming Sarah, who was carrying a case of Coors light. Just behind her stood a rather sheepish looking Gloria carrying two packages in brown paper sacks.

“Damn it you too! I wondered why you were so interested in Diane’s story.” Said Sarah as she saw Lucy’s still wet diaper sagging a little between her legs.

“Yea I can explain,” grinned Lucy still standing in the doorway.

“Well that will have to wait, it looks like we all need a change of underwear, come on Gloria honey let’s get you into your first diaper.” Sarah followed by Gloria pushed past Lucy into her hallway, “Where can we change?”

“Go ahead and use the bathroom in my bedroom, Diane’s changing herself in the other one. I’ll find some sweats for Gloria, do you have everything else you need?”

“All three of you bitches use diapers, that’s amazing,” said Gloria. “I thought I might be the only person under fifty who might need them.”

“You don’t know the half of it, come on lets change,” said Lucy.

Lucy led the way to her bedroom, and showed Gloria and Sarah the bathroom, “Will these do?” she said pulling a pair of gray sweat pants from her closet.

“Their fine,” said Gloria. “Do you have a tee shirt or something the bottom of my blouse is wet?”

“Sure, how about some underwear?”

“I think we have that covered,” said Sarah removing a package of diapers from one of the paper sacks.

“Good for you Gloria, I’ll see you guys in a minute,” said Lucy as she left the bedroom.

Lucy returned to the other bathroom, and found Diane pulling her tee-shirt back on, this covered her now bra less tits, and her obviously erect nipples were showing through the white cloth of her tee-shirt. Diane’s black bra was sticking out of her open purse. She stepped into her skirt and pulled it up over her fresh diaper and plastic pants, then she gave her sex a quick rub before letting the hem of her skirt fall. Diane reached out and pulled Lucy toward her, and she then reached behind her and put her hands into the top of Lucy’s Diaper, which she slowly lowered it to the floor. Lucy stepped out of it and kicked it away. Diane reached for another wash cloth and proceeded to clean Lucy. She smoothed down Lucy’s luxuriant black pubic hair and rubbed her pussy. All of a sudden Lucy’s nerve failed her, she had never received sex from a woman, and she didn’t want to rush it, she also felt she wanted it to be with Sarah. “Not now,” said Lucy “I need to get organized downstairs, you can help me dress if you like.”

Diane dried Lucy and powdered her butt, then she helped Lucy into a terry diaper and plastic pants. Lucy went back to her bedroom and put on a short white denim skirt that barely covered her diaper. As she was putting the skirt on, she heard Gloria giggling in the bathroom. Diane went downstairs to the living room and started to investigate Lucy’s CD collection.

Lucy went to the kitchen to get some beers, seeing Diane she said, “Just hit the random button, It's got a TWENTY-FOUR-CD changer." As she returned, Sarah and Gloria came down the stairs together still giggling.

Sarah still wearing her short green skirt, but had removed her stockings, garter belt, and the brown panties. Gloria dressed in the sweats Lucy had given her and a tee-shirt, and her diaper was just visible over the top of the back of her pants. Lucy handed out a beer to each woman and said, “Make yourselves at home.” The sound of Neil Young’s Like a Hurricane emerged from the stereo, and the women seated themselves. “Gloria, I’ll put your things into wash if you like,” said Lucy.

“Thanks, but my skirts dry clean only, I think it’s ruined, I could never take it to the cleaners like that."

“That’s what Dryel’s for. You just clean it in the dryer. Just hang it out to dry for now,” said Diane.

A few minutes later Gloria and Lucy returned to the family room. Lucy sat on the floor with her back to the sofa, and crossed her legs in away that exposed her diaper under her short skirt.

“Well Miss Lucy Rivers I think you have a little explaining to do, then it’s your turn Diane,” said Sarah with a smile.

“OK I’ll start at the beginning, when I was seventeen I qualified to fly gliders solo, this let me fly for as long as I wanted. Before that while I was learning with an instructor my flights were always less than two hours, so needing a bathroom was not a real problem. After I was qualified, I could stay up as long as I could keep the glider up there. I just loved it and wanted to fly forever, I kept finding that I would always need to pee shortly after a couple of hours, and have to return to the ground. I’ve always had rather a small bladder, and I came very close to having accidents a couple of times. So I asked an instructor if she had any tips to help me cope, and be able to stay up longer. She said there were devices with funnels that you could use in the air. These were, however, difficult to use when strapped into your seat, and in the confines of a small cabin. This is especially true when you need to keep your concentration on flying. It's easier for Guys, because they are built to use of something like that. She said ‘I know this will sound gross, but the easiest method is to wear a diaper, you do not have to do anything, just let go when you needed to. I always wear one myself and many of the other girls do.’ Not quite expecting this answer I just thanked her and said ‘I would think about it.’

When I got home, I told my mom about this, thinking that she would totally oppose the idea, but she just said. 'I think Jody’s diapers and plastic pants would fit you, she’s really quite big around the behind.' Mom was talking about my twelve-year-old sister who still had a bed-wetting problem. In those days of course disposable diapers for adults were not easily available, and she was talking about her cloth diapers. Bed wetting runs in my family, and both my sisters wet the bed well into their teens, I was lucky and had been dry since I was ten. I surprised myself by agreeing to try them. Mom suggested I try wearing them at home first, just to get used to how much they would hold. She also suggested, that I not hold on till I was totally desperate, but let go a bit at a time. This she said would help the diaper better soak up my pee, and reduce the risk of leaks. I wondered at the time how she knew so much about using diapers. It was a few years later when I found out the truth. From then on I wore diapers pretty much every time I flew. I found that I liked the feeling of the diaper rubbing against me, and I found wetting myself a very sensual experience. Often in my glider when I was wet I would use my spare hand to rub myself with.

I was a late developer sexually and didn’t have my first real experience with a guy until I was a Junior in college. Honestly Kevin and I were very inexperienced and not very good, and I never found as much satisfaction from regular sex, as I did when I was flying and masturbating in my diaper.

When I came home for the summer, the local economy was very bad that year. The only summer job I could get, was working few hours on a Saturday, in the snack bar at the local flying school, in return for a flying lesson. Without any money I could not fly any other time, and I found myself alone and bored, just sitting around the house, and in my room a lot. I found that I not only missed flying, but I missed wearing my diapers, being bored and rather horny I frigged a lot, and found my fantasies revolving around diapers and wetting more and more. Jody was sixteen and still at home, and she still wet the bed. I would see her in the mornings heading to the bathroom, with her diaper bulging out the back of her PJ’s, and she would leave the wet diapers in a covered bucket in the bathroom. A thought struck me, my mother worked most days, and she was always complaining that I did not do enough to help around the house. If I offered to do the laundry I could sneak a few of my diapers in with Jody’s and no one would know. Mom agreed to this, and I started to wear a diaper to bed at night. I would masturbate in it and if I wet it before I went to sleep I would get up and change, Then I would wet my diaper in the morning when I woke. I would then do the wash, one thing I thought was odd was that Jody went through a whole bunch of diapers, for someone with just a night time problem. Over that summer I got more and more addicted to diaper wearing, if Jody went out with her friends while mom was at work, I would often wear one around the house during the day.

One afternoon I fell asleep on the family room couch wearing a diaper, I slept much longer than I intended, and when I awoke mom was back. I wore a short plaid skirt and it had ridden up exposing my diapered behind. Mom said nothing, Red-faced I got pulled down my skirt and went to my room to change. I thought about claiming I had a bladder infection, but I knew she would make me go to the doctor. I considered saying I had fallen asleep having come back from a flying lesson but she knew I was broke, and would not believe me. Finally I decided I would say nothing unless mom did.

An hour later mom called me in to eat dinner, and I rather sheepishly went through to the kitchen. Jody was out all day with her friends and would not be back until later. Mom had changed from her work clothes, into a pair of fairly tight fitting shorts and a tee-shirt. At that time my mom was in her mid forties, and was still a very attractive woman. Under her shorts it was obvious from the bulges she was wearing a diaper, the leg of her plastic panties was poking out of her shorts by her left thigh. I was totally knocked back! My mom was in a diaper. We sat down to eat and mom broke the silence. She said, 'honey you know if you want or need to wear your diapers around the house, its all right by me, as you noticed I can hardly say anything.' 'But,’ I asked, 'do you need diapers? Why do you wear them?' Briefly she explained that during her pregnancies, and for while after each baby was born, she had been quite incontinent, and had worn diapers for protection. She had not minded and found it kind of fun, and what she soon realized was, that my father would become especially aroused by seeing her wearing a diaper. Without saying anything she switched to wearing baby doll night dresses that showed of her diapers really well. After Jody was born, she took longer to get her bladder control back, but after a year or so she managed it and was finally dry in the night, and started sleeping without her diaper. She found that dad started to lose interest in her sexually, and that her own drives were less than they had been. They were from the generation that did not discuss these matters, and she had found out that she could not have any more kids, so that would not be an option. So she decided if she had to, to get her love life back, then she would start to wet the bed again. After a couple of “accidents," she went back into diapers at night, and their sex life went back to normal.”

“How cute,” said Diane twisting excitedly in her chair, on her already wet again diaper, “they made themselves a diaper sex life, without saying a word to each other.”

“Carry on,” said Sarah.

“I asked, 'how come I never noticed?' 'Well Erica new,' she replied referring to my older sister, 'but I made her promise not to tell you or Jody. You two were very young and I worried you would go round and tell everybody in the neighborhood that mommy wore diapers. Of course one or more of you has been in diapers at night for the past twenty three years now, so it was easy to wash my diapers in with yours. I just would dry my plastic panties in our bathroom. I think when you were very little and you would climb into bed with dad and me, you just never noticed, or at least never thought about it. She finished by saying that, by the time dad died six years before, she had gotten so used to sleeping in a diaper, and that she just carried on wearing them. She had enjoyed masturbating in and wearing her diapers ever since.

As it was confession time, I explained about my thing with Kevin, how I had gotten to link diapers with sex, and how disappointed I was with my regular sex life. I said how surprised I was to find that dad had been turned on by diapers, I didn’t realize men were into such things, perhaps it runs in the family. Mom replied dad wet the bed as a boy, and your Aunt Samantha, his older sister, has worn diapers all her life, so I think he was around them a lot as a kid. I asked if she thought that diapers might turn Kevin on, she said, well I wouldn’t ask him out right, I would drop a few hints and see how he reacts'.

After dinner I went back to my room and put my diaper back on. As we sat watching a movie in our wet diapers, I said to mom. ‘What about Jody, she will be back soon, will she think we are mocking her and her problem? She said, ‘I don’t think so, but we ought to go and change, I need to have a word with that young lady about her diapers anyway.’ Mom explained that the previous year Jody had started to really improve with her wetting problem, and was dry almost every night. Mom suggested that she tried without diapers as that would give her an additional incentive to stay dry. She said, ‘well maybe in a few weeks when I go back to school.’ ‘I left it at that, but since then her wetting problem seems to have come back even more, and she wets every night now. Until a couple of months ago, I began to think that she would never be out of diapers like Aunt Sam. However, one day after she had been to a sleep over at her friend Jill’s, when she came back, she just left her overnight bag unopened in her bedroom, and went out again. I found it when I was collecting laundry later in the day, I opened it to get what I thought would be a wet diaper. I found that she had not even unpacked her diaper and plastic pants, they were sitting there, dry as a bone. I suspect that she is deliberately wetting her bed just to stay in diapers.’ ‘Well, we can hardly condemn her, can we?’ I laughed.

‘No, but I think I will give her a chance to explain herself before we expose her to us.’ Said mom.

Later Jody had admitted the truth to mom, and mom had explained to Jody about herself and me, and later told the two of us about Erica’s apparent reverting to bed-wetting in college. Erica was very highly strung, and worried about her grades and found wearing diapers comforting. Mom told Jody she could wear diapers when she wanted but would wash her own from now on. That summer finished with my sisters, mom, Aunt Sam and I, having a Labor day party all dressed in our best diapers.”

“I guess it does run in the family.” Slurred Gloria, having finished her second can of Coors.

“I went back to college and dropped hints to Kevin, I mentioned my wearing a diaper while flying, and about my sisters wearing diapers for bed-wetting, but I got no response, so I dumped him. Over the years I have tried the same approach with guys, normally I get nowhere, but every now and then I hit pay dirt.”

Gloria’s purse rang, and she stood up and clumsily retrieved her cell phone. “Hi Anita.....Uh OK then let me ask, Anita just got my page, she won’t be back from San Antonio until three A.M., she says is it all right if I stay here the night?”

“Sure,” replied Lucy.

“That’s all set honey, see you tomorrow.” Said Gloria as she shut off her cell phone. She exclaimed “Oh shit! I’m leaking.” Pee was escaping from the left leg of her diaper, and had soaked her sweat pants two inches deep around the top of her thigh, and the bottom of her butt.

“That girl needs more protection.” Said Lucy

“Come on Glo let’s get you into your night time didee,” said Sarah.

“I’ll help her,” said Diane, “I need a change too.” She took Gloria by the hand and led her upstairs.

“How about you,” said Sarah to Lucy.

“This one’s good for some more yet,” she replied pulling her skirt up and placing her hand on her plastic clad crotch.

“I’m still good as well, I’ve not had as many beers as you guys yet,” replied Sarah.

“Well come with me to the kitchen and help me fix some sandwiches, you all must be starving.”

They went into the kitchen and began preparing the food, then as she was washing lettuce under the tap. Sarah asked. “You mentioned guys and sex before, what about girls, after this afternoon I thought, er well I didn’t know what to think.”

“Until today I had only thought about doing it with women, in fact lately I thought about it a lot, but I never did anything about it. Its OK I know your gay, there are not many secrets in the agency.” She paused for a while and said, “Sarah, I know you wear your diapers for practical purposes, how do you feel about all the sexual stuff Diane and I have talked about.”

“Until today I’d never really thought about it directly, like I said I’ve never minded too much about wearing diapers, except that I want to get back on flight status. I quite enjoy the naughty feeling of wetting, especially around other people who don’t know I’m doing it. But today has got me really excited and very curious, and as the man said, try anything once except incest and folk dancing.”

“Well does changing your sixteen-year-old sister’s, or your mom’s diapers count as incest.”

“Barely I think, and besides I can dance an Irish jig like the best of them,” replied Sarah who kicked of her shoes, and did a very passable impression of a chorus member from Riverdance. As Sarah did her dance, her skirt flew up exposing to Lucy, the white diaper at the top of her long legs.

Lucy, who was totally cracking up at the sight of Sarah’s antics, said “Well I guess we’re both virgins in a way, and at our age I think is about time we lost our cherries.” Lucy walked over to Sarah, kissed Sarah’s lips and explored her lovely mouth with her tongue. Sarah’s right hand reached between them as they embraced, and she began to gently fondle Lucy’s medium sized breasts through her golf shirt. (Like Diane she had removed her bra.) Lucy put her hands behind Sarah’s legs, and up her skirt, then she squeezed Sarah’s buttocks through the diaper. She felt some of Sarah’s warm pee escaping out of the elastic sides of the diaper into her hand. After a minute of so they broke of from their kiss, and Lucy said, “I thought you were dry.”

“I was until I tried the little dance, but I completely let go, and now I’m soaked, and unless I change now, I’m going to leak worse than little Glo upstairs.”

“Well I’d love to come change your diapers, but I must finish these sandwiches, you go ahead and change, we’ll continue this later.” Lucy wiped her hand that was wet with Sarah’s Pee on her chest and boobs, and walked over to the sink to wash her hands properly.

“Can’t wait, do you mind if I try one of your cloth diapers? I haven’t worn one since I was doing long distance night flights to get my twin engine license, and that was more than twenty years ago.” said Sarah as she headed out of the door and upstairs to change.

“Sure go ahead. You’ll find diapers in the main bathroom and plastic pants in the closet in my bedroom.”

Upstairs Diane had placed a large towel on Lucy’s bed, and was finishing taping a half naked Gloria into one of the night time disposables Sarah had bought for her,

Gloria just lay there, giggling to herself. She said “wait until Anita sees me like this, I wonder if she will still want to eat my pussy like she usually does, it’ll be tastier than ever that’s for sure”

“If she doesn’t want to, I sure will honey, your little black pubes are beautiful, and I’d love to get my tongue on your clit,” responded Diane. Gloria lifted her slim brown legs into the air and put them over Diane’s shoulders. She pulled Diane down until her face was against the front of her diaper, held her there for a few seconds, then sat up and pushed Diane away.

“Sorry honey but I’m spoken for, but after a couple more beers you never know your luck.”

“Well, let me change and let’s get back to it. By the way I don’t think we’ll let you wet any more of Lucy’s clothes, you’ll have to go down stairs like that.”

“Okey dokey mommy,” giggled Gloria as she stood up dressed just in her diaper and tee-shirt.

Diane quickly changed to one of Lucy’s cloth diapers and her favorite rubber panties, and headed back down stairs. Where she found Gloria, who was waiting for her, spread out face down on the couch, with her diapered butt sticking up for all to see. Lucy walked in with a plate of sandwiches, placed it on the coffee table and went back to the kitchen for chips and more beers. When she returned for the second time, Sarah walked down the stairs. The bulges of her bulky cloth diaper really obvious under her skirt, and the bottom of her plastic pants visible under the green skirt's hem line which she a had deliberately pulled up for effect

They settled down again, ate sandwiches and drank their beers for a few minutes with little comment. Finally Diane asked, “You never found a guy who you could stick with then?”

“No, there were one or two who I thought might work out, but the Air Force is even harder on a single woman officer than the agency. You get stuck two ways, the guy officers especially flight crew, might seem to be real he men, but that’s mostly for show. They’re mostly real traditional types, who married their high school sweetheart before they even joined the service. If they want to play around, they prefer the bimbos you see in the bars around here. I guess with them its less complicated than with a fellow officer. Of course it's not that I’m into busting up peoples marriages anyway. I think even when they screw around with the bimbos. It’s more for show than anything else, just something to brag about with their buddies. The second way the Service gets you, of course, is by moving you around so much, If you find someone you like, they get moved on, or you move on before anything really gets going. What about you Diane?“

“I agree there are very few good available guys around the agency, even if their single they tend to be very traditional and rather boring. Of course I do go with both girls and guys when it comes to a bit of fun, but I think if I ever have a real long term relationship it will be with a guy.”

“I used to think that, but now I sometimes think I would rather like a nice gal to come home to, after a long day exploring the outer reaches of the universe. I really meant to ask you about how did you get into diapers.” Lucy said, turning and smiling at Sarah.

Diane related her tale, of how fascinated she had been by having to work with the women who had been stealing MAGs, and how she had started to use diapers to turn herself on.

“So tonight’s the first night you have shared this with anyone,” said Sarah.

“We’ll have to find you a another diaper gal to have some fun with,” said Lucy.

“You don’t recommend the guys,” said Diane.

“You have to be very lucky to find a good one. I think most of the men in the agency are big time control freaks, and would never be into this stuff. You are right about most guys who are into diapers being big babies. I arranged a date with a guy over the internet once, and it was a disaster. All he wanted, was for me to mommy him, and change his diaper, he wasn’t really interested in me at all.”

“God what a loser, and your right about the control freaks, said Sarah, most of the guys would rather bust a kidney than piss in a MAG. It's considered a real dishonor to have a wet MAG even after a six or seven-hour long EVA, and they really bust each other's balls if they end up with wet pants."

“Most of the gals are just the opposite, they hate being uncomfortable, I seldom see someone take one off a MAG that’s dry. I pay more attention to these things than most, for obvious reasons,” Said Lucy. “Of course pooping in MAGs is a different matter, apart from an odd case of the runs I have never heard of anyone who pooped themselves. I certainly never did, and I find you can usually hold a poop all day if you have to.”

“I’ve never pooped myself, either in the space program, or more lately in my diapers, but if you hold on too long though you gotta watch out for constipation,” said Sarah. “I needed an enema when I got back from my last trip."

“I’m just a pee girl as well, and I’m not sure Gloria knows what she is at the moment,” said Diane.

“I’m just fine,” slurred Gloria as she took another swig of beer, “I wet again.”

“That ones good for a bit more honey,” said Sarah as she checked the blue markers on Gloria’s diaper.

The evening continued as the girls; sat around, drank beer, finished up the food, wet, changed their diapers, wet more, and chatted about all sorts of things. Around midnight the beer finally caught up with Gloria and she fell asleep on the couch.

“I better get her to bed,” yawned Diane, “I think I might turn in myself.”

“Do you mind doubling up with Gloria? I only have one spare bed, I use my other bedroom as an office. Sarah can come in with me, or one of you can have the couch if you prefer it.”

“The bed will do fine, I’ll try and get some water down her, or she’s going to feel awful tomorrow.” Replied Diane.

“If your going to put more water in her she’s bound to leak. You better get her into another diaper and stick some plastic pants over the top,” said Sarah.

“‘I’d use a cloth diaper as a soaker as well, don’t worry about her leaking though, the bed’s got a water proof sheet on it. I mostly use that bed when, my sisters and nieces come and stay, and as I said bed wetting runs in the family.”

After waking Gloria up and getting her to drink a couple of pints of water, Diane took Gloria into the main bathroom and stripped her off her diaper. She threw the very heavy diaper into a bucket and taking a wash cloth, gently bathed Gloria’s inner thighs, bottom, vagina and tummy up to her belly button. She dried Gloria with a towel, and she managed to get her to brush her teeth. She sat her down on the toilet, Gloria, farted and giggled but produced nothing.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go wee wee?” said Diane

“No I fine.” She said.

“OK let’s get you into a diaper,” she said as she led the now naked Gloria into the second bedroom. Sitting Gloria down on the bed she went to Lucy’s bedroom to gather up supplies. When she returned, she placed the towel, she had used earlier on the bed, and shifted Gloria onto it facing down. She took some baby powder and rubbed it into Gloria’s backside, rolled her over and finished powdering her front and between her legs. As Gloria lay on the bed, she raised her knees slightly and moved her legs apart. Diane climbed on the bed and knelt between Gloria’s legs, and she said to Gloria “Lift that cute little butt so I can get these under you.”

As she lifted her butt, Gloria said, “You can lick my puss if you like.” As Diane’s face went to meet Gloria’s vagina, Gloria continued to lift her pussy toward Diane’s mouth. Gloria suddenly released a strong stream of clear piss into Diane’s face, which went into her eyes, up her nose, in her hair, and as her stream weakened went onto her chest soaking her tee-shirt.

“Fucking hell bitch!” she exclaimed, startled she jumped up and grabbed a towel to wipe her eyes that were stinging badly.

By the time Diane had recovered her composure, she realized that Gloria had fallen asleep, lying in the open pee soaked diaper. Fortunately the towel and the diapers had protected the bed clothes from much damage. So Sarah cleaned Gloria up as best she could, by using some wet wipes, fetched fresh diapers from the bathroom, and proceeded to diaper her again. As she was pulling the diaper around Gloria's groin, she found herself tempted to take Gloria up on her offer and lick her pussy. However, she decided that would be taking to much advantage, as Gloria really had no idea what the hell she was doing.

She put Gloria to bed, then she returned to the bathroom to take care of her own needs. She took of her wet skirt and tee-shirt, and took down her plastic pants. Without unpinning it, she pulled of the sodden diaper in one, and stepped out of it. She picked it up and took the pins out, and put it on the pail, which was already over full of cloth and disposable diapers. She thought about taking a shower but decided she wanted to stay smelling of the nights pee and love juice, so she just dried herself off a bit, and brushed her teeth. Returning to the bedroom, she was feeling very warm, and was totally sexually aroused by her experience with Gloria. Consequently she decided to leave her diaper off for a while, and got into to bed and placed a dry diaper under her buttocks. She was thinking, about the experience of being peed on by an attractive if totally sloshed woman, and realized that after the original shock it was a totally thrilling experience. I will have to try that again with someone who’s more sober next time, and maybe I’ll bring goggles. At least I still have my fingers tonight, so I’m going to get some satisfaction before I sleep. She snuggled down into the bed, and with a gently snoring Gloria besides her, she gently edged back and forth on the diaper. She felt the soft material against her butt, and caressing herself from her boobs down to pubes with her left hand, she used her right hand to bring herself to another tremendous climax. After she had her orgasm, she bought her right hand to her face, and smelled the accumulated; powder, love juices, Gloria’s pee, and her own pee. That's totally wonderful, she thought to herself, and then she fell into a deep sleep, without remembering to put her diaper on.

In the mean time downstairs “Alison” from Elvis Costello’s “My Aim is True” started to play on the hi-fi. Sarah stood up and reached out with her hand and pulled Lucy up, and they started to dance to the slow music. “I do love this song even if it has got such bitter lyrics,” whispered Lucy in Sarah’s ear.

“Its one of my favorites too, and doesn’t it just fit every Alison you ever met, somehow they’re all heartbreakers,” giggled Sarah.

“Oh yes I know exactly what you mean.” Replied Lucy as she wrapped her arms around Sarah's back even more tightly, and felt her erect nipples brushing against the underneath of Sarah’s small firm breasts.

As the music finished Sarah said “I’m ready for bed, but first let’s do one little thing. I want us to pee ourselves together while we hug, are you ready for that. ”

“Sounds like heaven, yes and if I don’t go soon I will have a real accident anyway.” They hugged more closely and kissed on the lips, Sarah started to pee first, and in response to the slight hissing sound Lucy immediately followed suit. Lucy felt the pee cascading into her diaper and its warmth spreading all around her. Then she felt Sarah’s hand pushing her slightly sagging diaper back onto her vagina and she slowly massaged her through the saturated cloth. Lucy reached behind Sarah’s slim firm butt and began to rub her plastic pants softly feeling the accumulating pee soaking up the back of Sarah’s diaper. As they finished undressing, Lucy had been so horny, so much so, that even a few moments of stimulation, together with the tremendous feeling she got from wetting herself, brought her to the orgasm she had been increasingly anticipating since the afternoon's meeting. “Oh my god I think I’m in heaven.” She squealed.

“That’s only the start, let’s get upstairs, you know I think we need a bath before bed time.” Said Sarah and she took Lucy by the hand and led her to the stairs.

“Hold on a minute I think I need to drink some water to keep me going,” said Lucy. She broke away from Sarah’s hand, and went to the kitchen, emerging a few moments later with a pitcher of iced water and two glasses.

A few minutes later the two were sitting in the tub in the bathroom attached to Lucy’s room. Lucy as ever the hostess, took the end with the faucet. They sat with their legs out, each girl's right leg between the other's legs, and they used their big toes to play with each other's vagina. Sarah found herself having to lift her knees, to allow the shorter legged Lucy's toe to reach her pussy. They splashed around, playing like little girls for a while, and then carefully washed each other's body all over, from head to foot. As they bathed, they were constantly drinking from the pitcher of ice water. “Have you ever had an accident in your bath?” asked Lucy.

“No, I don’t think I’ve done that since I was three or four,” replied Sarah, “I usually pee before I get in.”

“I never tried it either.” Said Lucy

“Do you want to, its sounds so naughty?”

“Well, our wee’s just water now so it won’t really make us smelly again, Lets go for it, are you ready?”

Each woman put the sole of her foot as close as they could to each other's peehole and let their flow go into the bath.

“Hey that feels great,” laughed Sarah as she felt the pressure of Lucy’s Pee tickling the arch of her foot.

They got out of the tub and dried themselves, Lucy produced two white terry cloth robes, which they wrapped around themselves and they headed back into the bedroom.

“I won’t put diaper for a while. I should be all right.” Said Sarah “I’m ready for some good old fashioned big girl on big girl action to finish the night off.”

“I’m with you I’m ready for whatever you are, and don’t worry about having an accident, I hardly need to tell you the mattress is well protected.” They stood together and kissed, dropped their robes to the floor and climbed into bed together.

“I’ll try not to leak, we’ll be too tired to change the sheets when were done, and I really don’t like to sleep in a wet bed,” said Sarah. They kissed, and cuddled, and licked, and fingered, and caressed, for several minutes. Finally they were in the sixty-nine position, and with Lucy learning rapidly from the expert Sarah, they used their tongues to bring each other to a series of multiple orgasms. They were as good as any either of them had felt before. When they had finished, they spent a few minutes cuddling each other and resting. Then Sarah climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom, and for only the second time since early that morning heard the tinkling of her pee, hitting the water in the toilet bowl.

She returned to the bedroom, and found Lucy out of bed with one of the overnight diapers in her right hand, and some Johnson’s Baby Powder in her left. Sarah lay on the bed, as Lucy powdered her all over and wrapped the diaper around her body.

“I think I love you,” Lucy whispered.

“I love you too darling, but you wait and see how I feel if you screw up the mission,” laughed Sarah.

They embraced and Lucy kissed Sarah’s face and chest. After a short while, she finished taping Sarah into the diaper, and slowly pulled a pair of Lucy’s best rubber pants up Sarah’s long legs and over her diaper.

“I don’t normally diaper at night, cause I hardly ever wet the bed, but after tonight, I am taking no chances," said Lucy, “will you do the honors.”

“Sure lover.” said Sarah and she put Lucy into another cloth diaper and some rubber pants.

[Aardvark]

Chapter Four The next day.

Around nine thirty A.M., Gloria started to wake up, her mind was blurry and she began to realize that she was in a strange bedroom. With her eyes still shut she reached out with her left hand to push herself up, and felt the sheet wet underneath. 'Oh Christ,' she thought, 'I’ve wet the bed in someone’s house.' Then she began to realize that the bed under her was dry, and felt toward her crotch to make sure, and discovered that she was wearing a very wet diaper, and some plastic pants. Confused memories of the previous night started to catch up with her. Then she realized that she was not alone in the bed, as Diane stirred and licked her parched lips to moisten them.

Diane felt an enormous pain in her head, and woke up with a start, “Oh no!” she cried as she felt the soaked sheets beneath her, “I don’t wet the bed, I only play! Gloria, have you leaked!"

“Only a little, I think you’ll find you’ve been a naughty girl, why didn’t you wear your diaper?” replied Gloria.

“I’m sorry, of course it was me, I fell asleep before I could put one on, I hope Lucy won’t be mad. Hey Gloria what’s the time?”

“About half past nine I think.”

“God! I have a hair appointment at eleven, I better get going, hell, I stink something awful, I really have to take a shower first.” Said Diane as she got out of bed.

“Anita will be here in half an hour to pick me up, and I really need to shower as well, you go first but hurry though.”

“Come in with me if you like, it’s not like there’s any part of you I didn’t see in close up last night.”

“I can’t remember everything, was I really bad.”

“Not really, I’ll fill you in on the gory details in the shower.”

As they showered, Lucy went into their bedroom, carrying Gloria’s washed and dried clothes, and a pair of navy shorts for her to wear instead of the pee stained skirt.

“Could you find me something to wear as well,” yelled Diane from the shower, “there was an accident and all my clothes got a little wet last night?"

“Of course sounds like you had some real fun. It will have to be a skirt or some shorts, because all you guys have too long legs to fit into my pants, anyway I’ll be back in a minute,” laughed Lucy.

Diane turned off the shower and passed Gloria a towel. As Gloria began to dry herself, she felt an urgent need to pee, and before she could move, found that her bladder had let go and she was peeing down her leg. She managed to stop the flow after a few seconds, and got to the toilet to finish her pee. As she sat on the toilet, she said, “Oh no she exclaimed, I’m always OK during the day when I’m sober, God, I hope I’m not becoming totally incontinent.”

“Your probably still a little drunk, and maybe your bladder has gotten a little lazy after last night, I’m sure you’ll be all right again soon. You might want to think about taking precautions today though, just in case you have another accident. I know I will be wearing a diaper all day, after what happened yesterday. There were several times yesterday when I let go without even thinking about it. I think I might need to cut back a bit on this diaper stuff for a while, before I really embarrass myself,” said Diane.

“I hope that’s all it is, I think it’s kind of fun to wear a diaper once in a while, but I don’t think I would want to all the time.”

They dried themselves, wrapped towels around their wet hair, and otherwise naked went back to the bedroom. They found a hair drier that they used to dry each other's hair. When they had finished, they each put on one of the diapers Sarah had bought for Gloria, and then dressed themselves in the clothes Lucy had found for them. Gloria followed Diane downstairs, where they found Sarah and Lucy eating toast and drinking coffee and orange juice in the kitchen. “Come on in have some of this coffee it’s really good, you two look like you need it,” said Sarah.

“Thanks I will I’m parched.” Said Gloria as she poured cups of coffee for Diane and herself.

Sarah and Lucy had been up for over an hour, and had spent the time clearing up from the night before, and putting on a load of cloth diapers to wash. They were dressed only in terry cloth robes, with just fresh cloth diapers and plastic pants underneath. They planned to continue their fun after the other two had left, and that fun would start with a long mutual shower. Lucy was looking forward to spending the day ahead with Sarah, but she had a nagging question in the back of her mind. Lucy had woken to find herself in a wet diaper. Unlike on previous occasions during her years of wetting and diaper wearing, when she had wet herself in bed, it had happened only after she had woken up and decided to pee in her diaper. This time, however, she had no memory of waking up and peeing, and it concerned her, that if she started to wet the bed for real, it might threaten her status on the shuttle mission.

“I’m sorry your bed is such a mess,” said Diane, “I forgot my diaper and must have wet in my sleep, I don’t normally do that, I think it must have been all that beer.”

“Don’t worry about it, I have to wash everything anyway, and that was kind of what last night was all about. I hope you both enjoyed yourself.”

The door bell rang and Lucy opened it to find Gloria’s girlfriend Anita Desai standing there, “Come in a minute, and have some coffee, Gloria’s just collecting up her things.” Lucy said to the five feet five inches tall; dark brown skinned, long black haired, twenty-nine year old South Asian woman standing before her. Anita was slightly heavy framed but in very good shape, with quite exquisite fairly large breasts inside her white tee-shirt, she was also wearing pale blue jeans and tennis shoes.

“Thanks, but I’ll just wait for her, we need to get going,” said Anita, “thank you for looking after her, she can sometimes be a bit of a problem if she drinks too much.”

“Oh nothing we couldn’t handle.” Replied Lucy

A few moments later Gloria appeared, she was holding her black skirt, and the packages of diapers in her hands, to hide the diapers she had put them back into the paper sacks. “Hi honey.” She said to Anita as she put down her stuff for a moment and kissed Anita on the cheek. She turned to Lucy and gave her a hug, and said, “thanks for everything, I had wonderful time. I’ll stop by tomorrow with your things if that’s all right,”

“I was great to have you. We’ll have to do it again some time.”

“Bye girls,” Gloria called out to Sarah and Diane, “I’ll catch up with you guys next week.” Gloria Picked up her skirt and one of the packages, Anita picked up the other one and looked inside.

As they were placing the packages in the car trunk, Anita said, “You finally went out and bought some diapers then.”

“Well not exactly Sarah Leaks bought them for me, but I think when I need more I’ll be able to handle buying them now. I’ll tell you some more about what happened one we are in the car,” replied Gloria.

As they were driving home, Gloria gave Anita a slightly edited version of the previous night's events as best she could recall. She then explained how she came to have the diapers and why she was wearing one now. As she gave her story she noticed a smell of stale pee in the car, at first she thought it was her skirt but that was in the trunk. She thought ‘I don’t think it's me, I’m still dry,’ then she noticed that Anita was sitting on an old towel she had placed on the seat of her Honda Accord. “Anita why are you sitting on that towel?” she asked.

After a few moments Anita replied “I um wet my pants driving home last night, and the seat isn’t dry yet, so I put this towel over it to keep my jeans dry.”

“How did that happen, little miss pissy pants?” said Gloria relishing the moment of turning the tables on her friend, who had often unmercifully teased her about her own wetting accidents.

“As you know I came back from San Antonio later than I planned, the budget meetings were a fiasco and they over ran by three hours. So on the way back I found my usual stops were closed, I finally bought gas in a run down BP, and was told the rest rooms were locked up for the night. I tried a rest area but changed my mind, the whole place was full of truckers and prostitutes, and I was too scared to get out of my car. So I kept going, by this time I was getting terribly desperate, but there were no more stops for more than thirty minutes. Finally I thought I found twenty-four hour McDonald’s, but it was drive through only after midnight. I was totally beside my self by then, I put my hand over my hole to try and hold on, as I tried to make it to a gas station down the road. But it was no good, my bladder had expected relief at the McDonald's, and I just let go in my panties waiting for a light to turn green. I tried to stop myself peeing after a few seconds but couldn’t, so I let it all out and soaked the car seat, and ruined the skirt of my navy blue suit. After that I just drove myself home as fast as I could but keeping to the speed limit. I really didn’t want to get a speeding ticket, and have a cop see me with my sopping wet clothes on. “

“How did you feel about wetting yourself?”

“I was really upset in the beginning, but in a way I was also felt good to have relieved my bladder, and at first the warmth around my bum was kind of nice. Later on my butt kinda got cold though. By the way do you have anything for diaper rash I’m a little sore.“

“Next time you go to San Antonio, you will have to take some of my diapers just in case.”

“I wouldn’t hurt to have some in the car I suppose,” said Anita seriously.

“I was only kidding, but you can have some if you really want them.”

“Well I didn’t tell you quite the whole story, you see when I got cold I decided to warm myself up a bit, so I stopped at another McDonald’s and bought a large Sprite. I drank it down real fast, and within a few minutes I needed to pee again, so I just kept peeing my pants all the way home. As I did it more I got turned on and I started to rub myself through my wet panties and hose. It felt really good, do you think I’m developing a pee fetish like those women you were with last night.”

“I think it’s a little early to say, but I think I could live with it if you have, I have to admit I had a good time last night.”

They spent the day doing the minimum of chores in and around their apartment they could, then they both caught up on their sleep. Gloria had moderate unplanned accidents on two occasions during the day, once when in the laundry room at the apartment complex, and later when sleeping on the couch in their living room. On both occasions she had been glad she was wearing her diapers. She found the diapers quite comfortable, and they really didn’t show too much under her clothes, but she didn’t want to become dependent on them like Sarah.

After dinner that day they were in their apartment, Anita asked Gloria, “What's it like to wear a diaper?”

“I think its OK they’re pretty comfortable, but everybody’s different, you know why don’t you find just out for yourself. If you're going to wear diapers on your car trips, you should practice with them. The different kinds of diapers only hold so much, and you need to know what sort you need and how much they can take before they leak. How about we both put on diapers while we watch Dr. Zhivago tonight.”

“OK that’s a good idea, maybe we can get through all of it without a bathroom break this time.” Said Anita. The girls regularly watched the movie Dr. Zhivago on DVD, when they were at home together on a weekend evening.

“If that’s the case we better go for the overnight diapers, they hold much more, come one I’ll help you get ready.”

Ten minutes later they were back on their couch watching the opening sequence of Dr. Zhivago. Both girls were wearing matching navy blue tubetops with black short skirts, and their only other garments were the overnight diapers each one had lovingly placed on the other. Just in case of leaks, they had spread a large old towel over the seats of the couch. Anita was sipping a twenty-ounce bottle of Bud Light, but Gloria still a little fragile from the previous night had a large glass of Diet Sprite. “These are OK, they’re really quite comfortable, and they give you a nice feeling of security,” said Anita referring to her diaper, as she snuggled closer to Gloria.

Just over an hour into the movie, after about five minutes of increasing fidgeting and squirming around, Anita picked up the remote and stopped the video player. “I need to go to the bathroom.” She said.

“Just use your diaper, that’s what your wearing it for,” replied Gloria.

“I can’t, I’ve been trying but I just can’t make myself let go.”

“Trust me, Just relax and concentrate on the movie, it will happen when you’re ready.”

“Are you sure about that? I don’t want to get an infection, I heard you can get them if you hold yourself to much.”

Gloria took the remote and restarted the movie. Then she put her left arm round Anita’s back and under her armpit, and then though the stretchy man-made material of the tube top, she gently massaged Anita’s ample left breast. A few minutes later, Anita stopped the film again, and started to get up, “Its no good I have to use the toilet.”

“Oh know you don’t!” cried Gloria and she quickly stood up, grabbed Anita and pushed her hard, down on the couch, she jumped on top of Anita straddling her with her legs, with most of Gloria’s weight landing heavily on Anita’s bladder. Gloria immediately started to tickle Anita as hard as she could, and Anita despite being bigger and stronger than Gloria fought back feebly, and let Gloria tickle her. The combination of Gloria’s weight on top of her, and the vigorous tickling was too much for Anita’s bladder, and she began to flood her diaper. The pee started to flow strongly and after it quickly engulfed the crotch of her diaper, it spread up the back saturating the absorbent material. As she felt the warmth spreading around her backside, and up into her luxuriant jet black pubic hair, Anita remembered the feeling in the car the night before and yelled out.

“Wow oh wow! That’s just so totally wonderful!” Gloria’s fairly full bladder was jolted into action by the sudden violent movement, and it released its contents into her diaper. Anita’s top had ridden up, and her naked tummy felt the plastic covering of Gloria’s diaper suddenly warm, as it came into contact with Gloria’s hot pee filling the material behind it.

The combination of the wettings and the physical contact was too much for both girls. Gloria lay on top of Anita and began to kiss her while fondling Anita’s breasts. Then Anita pulled up Gloria’s skirt and pushed her hand down the back of her sodden diaper, reached over her butt, pushed her hand over her wet vagina, and stroked her sopping pubic hair with her fingers. Anita pulled her hand back slightly and started to massage Gloria’s clitoris with her fingers. They rolled onto their sides and Gloria pulled apart the tapes on the upturned side of Anita’s diaper and pushed her hand into her pussy, and began to gently caress it.

Within a couple of minutes they had both bought each other to massive climaxes further saturating them selves with love juices. After relaxing in each other arms for a few moments, Anita said, 'tongue time,' and climbing over Gloria she positioned herself facing the other way with her face in Gloria’s pussy. At once she began to lick all around her lapping up pee and cum and slowly moving toward her clitoris. Gloria pushed her small oriental nose into Anita’s dripping wet bush, and started to caress Anita with her tongue. This time they worked more slowly, expertly bringing each other to a series of almighty climaxes, which afterwards left both women totally drained.

[Aardvark]

Chapter Five Amanda and Maria

“How do you feel about wearing diapers?” said Amanda Loos as she sat with Maria Nappi at the bar of the Picadilly Hotel in Manchester England.

“What do you mean?” replied a somewhat surprised Maria. ‘Oh God!’ she thought, 'how does she know, it's only a super-thin, surely it can’t show under this heavy corduroy skirt.' She moved slightly on her bar stool, and felt against her buttocks and vagina, the reassuring sensation of the soft thin diaper under her skirt. She didn’t exactly need diapers, but she often wore one for convenience, as she hated going to the bathroom, and her small bladder meant that was a frequent necessity.

“You know; the MAGs, the special nappies, they make you wear under your space suit,” said Amanda.

“Oh those diapers, I don’t think about them much, well I suppose they go with the job, why do you ask?” replied Maria as she let out a silent sigh of relief.

“I am just having some problems getting used to the idea of being back in nappies,” responded the thirty-two-year-old Englishwoman. Amanda was five foot six inches tall and a full figured one hundred thirty five pounds, her shoulder length black corkscrew hair surrounded a large pretty face.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Asked Maria, she was five feet three inches tall, one hundred and five pounds, and twenty-eight years old, her long black hair and brown eyes showed her northern Italian heritage.

The two members of the crew of shuttle STS 169 were in Manchester visiting the headquarters of the British Satellite Company or BSAT. They were helping test new software and control systems for the ailing Water Earth Environment satellite, the satellite their mission was intending to rescue and repair. They were relaxing in the bar after a long day, dealing with a very tough problem with the guidance systems that kept the satellite’s sensors pointed back to earth.

Amanda thought for a few moments, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to confide perhaps her most difficult secret to Maria who she had only met a couple of months before. “Well this will be just between you and me, is that OK?”

“Of course, mums the word.”

“It’s just that wearing nappies reminds me of a very difficult time I had when I was growing up, and because of that I find that I get very upset at the thought of wearing them. Moreover I really have trouble actually using my MAG, I hold on until it hurts so much, that I think I am going to burst, and that really impacts my ability to concentrate on my work.” Part of Amanda’s responsibility would be to spend two stints of, several hours in her space suit working in the open cargo area of the shuttle repairing the recovered satellite. As part of this she would need to wear a MAG, and as she had a small bladder would almost certainly need to use it, probably more than once. They were already practicing the repair procedures in the underwater tanks at the agency, and this was done in their full space suits to simulate the problems of working in the bulky suits. “My problem goes back to when I was sixteen and the time my mother died. My father was often away working and this meant I was much closer to my mum than to him. At the time he was working away in Saudi Arabia, and my grandparents were already quite old and were not up to looking after me. So I was sent to a girls boarding school in the south of England.

When I started at Pedales, I had trouble fitting in with the other girls at the school, I think they resented my intelligence, and they thought I was very aloof. In a way they were right, though I think this was just due to my unhappiness at the loss of my mother, and the separation from my old friends at my previous school. One result of this some of the girls started to bully me, and one of their tricks was to slip diuretics into my drinks and food. Many girls had diuretics in those days, as they were used for slimming aids. Having primed me with the diuretics, they then would use the hand in a bowl of water trick to make me wet the bed. I remember the first time it happened waking up around three-o-clock, and discovering my soaking wet bed and nighty. I was so ashamed, I could not bring myself to get up and do anything about it, so I lay there until the morning in my wet sheets. It happened to me several more times over the next couple of weeks. The school nurse was very unsympathetic, and she accused me of being too idle to get up and use the toilet. She said ‘she understood some of the little ones having a problem, but I was practically a grown woman.’

The school had a rule about bed wetters, after three accidents they made you sleep in cloth nappies and plastic pants every night, until you had been dry for a month. I was unaware at the time of the tricks the girls were playing, and accepted wearing the nappies. It was horrifying to me, as I had been dry at night since I was nine, but the nappies were at least a little more comfortable than wet sheets and night clothes. The only other person of my age, who wore nappies at night, was a fat girl who admitted she was too lazy to get up on cold nights and go to the bathroom. Being put into nappies made the girls tease me even more, and this added to my unhappiness and loneliness. So even after the girls stopped their games, I found that I had started to wet the bed for real, and my ordeal in nappies continued for the rest of the year.

I went home for the summer to stay with my father, who had returned home with a new wife, a forty-year-old divorcee he had met working in Saudi. I had only met her once before, at their wedding. I resented him remarrying so quickly, and was determined that I would not like her, and this added to my unhappiness and isolation. Of course I was still wetting the bed, but I had no nappies, and even if I bought some, how could I wash them without my father and stepmother finding out. The first night I was at home I found a plastic sheet and put it on my bed. Then I would sneak my wet sheets and nightclothes into the washing machine when my parents went out during the day.

One morning after being home for just over a week, my stepmother walked in on me as I was stripping the wet sheets of my bed. I felt completely mortified I thought she would be really mad, but she simply said, ‘I didn’t know you wet the bed, does your father know? He never told me.’ I told her he did not know and that I was worried he would punish me, as he had when I wet the bed as a small child. Then I burst into floods of tears, but she simply put her arm around my shoulders. She said, ‘well it can be our little secret if you like, come on, let me help you with those.’ I cried some more and put my arms around her. We remade my bed and headed for the utility room to put the sheets in the wash. As we ate breakfast, I told her about the girls bullying me at my school, and how they had made me start wetting at night, and how I had been unable to stop myself. I explained about wearing the nappies in bed at school.

She asked, ‘would you prefer to wear nappies at night here? I can get you some if you like.’ I said I thought I would, it was more comfortable than waking up in a wet bed, and that somehow I worried less, and slept better when I was wearing a nappy. She said, ‘that if I wanted, she would take me to see a doctor, to see what could be done about my problem.' She thought that all I would need, was a little time in a nicer less hostile environment, and I would stop wetting on my own. Then she told me how her daughter Jocelyn, who was fourteen at the time, had wet the bed for several months after her divorce, but had stopped wetting as she adjusted to the new situation. She told me she would not be returning to Saudi after the summer, and would be staying in my father’s house, and if I wanted to I could go back to my old day school.

Later that day she went to the chemists and bought me a dozen large nappies and three pairs of plastic pants. I asked if it embarrassed her to buy such things, she said no, that she had had to buy them before, for herself and her daughter. I wanted to ask why she needed them for herself, but I was too shy, of course at that time I had no idea how common a problem incontinence is among women.

As the summer went on my stepmother and I became great friends, and I picked up again with my mates from my old school, then best of all my new stepsister came to stay with us. Jocelyn was so much fun, she was seventeen and had passed just her driving test, and she took me with her everywhere in the old Mini my stepmother had bought her. We became the best of friends, and she was totally sympathetic and never teased me about my bed-wetting. Though she did seem very interested in my nappies, and even offered to help me put them on. One time after we went to a party and got very drunk, she borrowed one of my nappies to wear just in case she had an accident. I found it the next day when I did the wash, and it was wet. That was not the only time I found she had taken one of my nappies, I’m not sure, but I suspect that she kind of liked to wear nappies. Over the next few weeks I became happier and my anxiety levels went down, this led to my accidents becoming less frequent. After a couple of false starts by the time school started again that autumn, I had stopped wetting my bed, and soon afterwards I started sleeping without a nappy.

So you see why I have such a hard time with wearing a nappy, it brings back such horrible memories. I know it's necessary to do the job, but I really struggle with the idea. In spite of having such bad memories, I sometimes think, with my small bladder, there are other times when I could make use of a nappy, I mean other than when we are in our spacesuits.”

Maria ordered more drinks, then said nothing for a moment, as she pondered how to respond to Amanda’s unhappy story. “I wonder if your concentrating too much on the sad side of that part of your life, and the part wearing diapers played in it. You know, after all it did help you develop a better relationship with your stepmother and stepsister. Maybe you should think about that more, and also you should remember that back then the diapers were just tools, to help deal with a difficult problem, the diapers themselves were not the problem. I mean the MAGs we wear, are just there because it’s sometimes not possible to go to the potty when we are working, they are just another thing to help us do our jobs, like the rest of our equipment.”

“I hear what you are saying, and I have tried to think about things that way myself, but it’s still very hard for me to accept wearing a nappy. You don’t mind me talking about this do you, it’s just that it has been bothering me for several weeks now and I don’t seem to be getting any better about it.”

“That’s fine with me, in fact I have a secret of my own, that maybe will help you put this in a different light. But first this Manchester beer needs to be let out, I am going to the bathroom.”

“I’m coming with you,” said Amanda.

Amanda entered her stall and hung her purse on the hook. She unzipped her black pants and lowered them to her feet, then she put her thumbs into the top of her silk navy blue full cut panties, and slowly pulled them down to her ankles. As she sat on the seat, she noticed the cotton lining of her panties was damper than usual, and she realized the wetness had not come from a mini urine leak, but was from her love juices. For some reason that she did not completely understand, this conversation about nappies was making her feel sexy. As she released a steady stream of pee and heard it tinkle into the waiting water, she thought a little more about the experiences she had just related to Maria. From somewhere deep in her memory she began to think about some of those nights lying in bed wearing her nappy, and how the rubbing of the soft cloth against her privates had made her feel sexy. She remembered how she had sometimes rubbed herself through her nappy and plastic pants, and by doing this had achieved some of her first orgasms. She thought of, how on one very cold night she had woken around four A.M. still dry, but desperate to wee, and how rather than get up she had deliberately wet her nappy. The feelings of hot pee surrounding her lower body had been extremely nice for a while. Later it became uncomfortable as the pee cooled, and irritated her diaper rash. Later on, however, she had experienced deep feelings of shame at her deliberate wetting. She then fondly remembered the attention her stepsister had given her when she was wearing a nappy. She recalled how on that drunken night she found very erotic the sight, of her lovely, leggy stepsister, wearing her nappy and plastic pants under her short nighty. As she was finishing peeing, she instinctively put her hand into her damp pussy, and rubbed herself for a few seconds. Then she smeared some of her pee and love juices into her short soft dark brown pubic hair. She pulled up her knickers and trousers over her wet vagina, and then she left the stall and went to wash her hands.

Maria in the next stall lifted her brown below the knee length corduroy skirt around her waist, and pulled down her white stretch panties, and still dry pull-up super-thin diaper at the same time. She took special care that the diaper only came down below her knees so as not to be visible under the stall. Maria had already decided that now was not the time to make use of the diaper she was wearing. Worrying that changing it in the bathroom next to Amanda, would be too much of a give away. Besides at least for now, she hadn’t quite decided how much of her diapers wearing exploits she was ready to share with Amanda. She sat down on the toilet and started to pee immediately. As she listened to the hissing noise from her body, and the splashing of the water in bowl, she considered what she would tell Amanda. What would be reassuring to Amanda, and which stories might make her sound like some kind of sick pervert. Maria had always been a convenience wetter, and had never really associated wetting her diapers with sexual fulfillment, but tonight there was something different about how she felt. She had a definite sense of arousal from discussing Amanda’s diaper issues. When she finished peeing, she flushed the toilet, and then used the noise to mask the slight rustling sound, as she pulled up her diaper and adjusted it. She knew than she would need it sooner or later that night. Then she pulled up her panties, and lowered her skirt smoothing over her behind making sure there were no tell tale bulges showing underneath.

Maria joined Amanda at the basins and Amanda said, “I think we should drink up and go somewhere else to finish our conversation. I’m sure that guy, a couple of stools down, was listening to us.”

“Well I don’t really think I want to go out somewhere now, why don’t we just go up to the suite and raid the mini bar, BSAT’s picking up the tab don’t forget,” replied Maria. They went back to the bar and both quickly downed the half pints of Boddingtons Bitter they had just ordered.

Upstairs they entered the massive suite BSAT had provided for them in the luxurious hotel. It consisted of two bedrooms each with an en-suite bathroom, and the bedrooms opened onto a shared living room with a mini kitchen. Maria opened the mini bar, and pulled out two half bottles of Champagne, and showed them to Amanda, who nodded her agreement at the choice, and Amanda fetched champagne flutes from the kitchen. As they settled down, Maria kicked of her shoes, and sat on the couch tucking her right leg under her butt. Then she pushed her heel against her diaper, rubbing it into her dampening crotch. Amanda opened the first bottle of champagne with a slight pop and poured two glasses, handed one to Maria, and said. “Well tell me your secret then.”

“Well to tell you the truth, I do sometimes wear a diaper other than under my space suit. I’m not incontinent, but like you I have a small bladder, and sometimes I like to do things where getting to a bathroom can be difficult. So I wear a diaper to allow myself to enjoy things without worrying about accidents, or having to stop what I’m doing before I’m ready in order to find a bathroom. ”

“Like what?” Asked a somewhat shocked but also intrigued Amanda.

“Well it started when I was sixteen, and I went on a school skiing holiday to the Italian Alps. There were about ten girls from my class all sixteen or seventeen. We were accompanied by two of the younger women teachers Signorina Angelina and Signorina Michaela. The resort was a little run down, and as it was early season not everywhere was open.

On our first morning skiing, we took a couple of runs on the lower slopes to get back in practice. Then we decided to go right to the top of the mountain for the long run down. As we were waiting near the lifts for all the girls to assemble, I bought a liter of Coca Cola from a machine and started to drink it. Signorina Angelina said to me, ‘are you sure you want to drink all that? Going to the top and back down might take an hour or more, and I seem to remember you were the one who always wanted rest stops as we drove up here.’ I stupidly said ‘I will be fine, and look at Signorina Michaela, she’s got a coke too and she’s in the bathroom as often as I am.’ ‘But I’m covered,’ smiled Signorina Michaela and she patted her backside through her pink ski-suit.

I finished most of the Coke and got on the ski lift, then almost immediately I started to feel my bladder telling me I needed to pee. By the time I reached the top I was getting quite desperate, the cold wind on the exposed ski lift did not help. I immediately set of for the bottom without waiting for my friends. I went as fast as I could down the slope. I had a choice of routes, and I new that the black diamond route was the fastest most direct way down the mountain. I was a good skier, but of course I was not really ready for a black run on my first days skiing of the year. However, I was getting desperate, and my bladder ached like hell, so I set of down the black diamond run. The vibration of the rough icy snow went through my ski boots to my legs and straight to my bladder, steadily increasing my pain. As I was about halfway down, the worrying about my bladder made me lose concentration on skiing, and I fell badly, and rolled several meters down the hill before stopping. The fall caused me to lose control and I started to pee into my ski suit. As I fell my pee went all over the place, soaking my legs through my long johns, and wetting my tee-shirt. I started to cry, even though only my pride and underwear were the only things seriously hurt.

A minute or so later Signorina Michaela expertly skied up to me pulling up beside me, and she asked me if I was all right, helped me up and recovered my skis. As I snapped the skis back onto my boots she asked, ‘what the hell did I think I was playing at going down a black diamond on my own.’ I cried, ‘I was desperate to pee, and now I’ve wet myself.’ She laughed a little, and said ‘Don’t say you weren’t warned about drinking that coke. Never mind it happens to all of us. I’ll take you back to the hotel and get you changed. Do you have another ski-suit?’ I said yes and we set off slowly down the rest of the hill.

As we were driving back to the hotel, I thought about the earlier conversation as we waited to get on the ski lift. I asked Signorina Michaela what she meant about being covered. ‘Oh that,’ she blushed and hesitated, ‘well I er always wear a diaper when I ski, my bladder is so small, and I usually have to pee every ninety minutes at best. So I find without a diaper I can hardly make more than one long run without needing to go into the lodge to pee. Going inside usually takes forever, by the time you have made your way to the lodge, stowed your skis, trudged in and out wearing your boots, and taken of all your ski clothes and dressed yourself again. With all that, I am lucky if I can make more than three runs in a morning.’ I said ‘I have the same experience, I always have to go, but where do you get diapers to fit you?’ ‘Oh they sell them in the pharmacists, you know they have some quite good disposable ones these days. Lots of older women are incontinent, there’s quite a market for them. If you want to, you can try one of mine, it might be better than another wet ski suit.’ ‘Yes maybe I will,’ I replied my interest was totally aroused by then.

I stripped out of my wet things in the hotel bathroom and washed myself with a cloth, I heard a knock at the door and Michaela came in with two disposable diapers. They were not quite as thick as I imagined but were essentially large baby diapers. Michaela showed me how to wrap the diaper around myself and tape it up properly. When I was safely in my diaper, I wrapped myself in my robe. 'Now,' she said ‘go back to your room and get dressed, I need to change my diaper,’ and with a wink she gently pushed me out of the bathroom.

The diaper was surprisingly light and comfortable at least when dry, and that afternoon I returned to the ski slopes, wearing my first diaper since I was a little girl. I had a ball skiing with my friends, and then riding up on the lift for my third run, I wet my diaper. Michaela had told me the lift was the best place to do it, because it helped because that you were sitting still, and it allowed the pee to spread evenly throughout the diaper without leaking. Also if you felt the diaper becoming totally saturated, You could more easily stop yourself peeing, before it leaked. I was surprised how easy it was to wet myself deliberately. I skied down to the bottom, then made another run, and went into the lodge take of my diaper, which was by now sagging a bit. I took the opportunity to pee, and made it through the rest of the day without problem.

That night I slipped out of the hotel before dinner, and went to find a pharmacist’s. I found the disposable diapers in a prominent display, I guess they were popular with the skiers, and bought my first pack of diapers. The other girls were still changing for dinner when I returned, ‘what are those?' asked my friend Anna. ‘Diapers’ I replied ‘I’m going to wear them when I ski, so I don’t have to leave the slopes and go to the bathroom so often.’ I got several reactions among the girls in the room, ranging from cool idea to gross. However, by the end of the week the only girl who was not skiing in diapers was Gerardina, who was renowned for her iron bladder.”

Maria did not mention to Amanda, that she and her roommates had also worn diapers to sleep in at night. This was to avoid needing to get up in the night, as the cheap hotel’s bathroom, was at the end of a long cold corridor and was rather cold and smelly.

“Well ever since then when I have gone skiing, gone on long walks in the mountains, or just when traveling I often wear a diaper.” She did not tell of the other times she wore diapers, more out of laziness because she did not want to get up, than because getting to the bathroom was difficult. These were things such as visits to bars, as on that night, and when watching movies at home or in the cinema.

“I wanted to tell you this, to help you realize that using diapers can help make your life more fun, and I for one am not ashamed of wearing them.”

“I’m not sure if that helps but thanks for sharing, it’s certainly given me something to think about,” replied Amanda.

The phone rang and Amanda answered, “Oh hi Jocelyn, I’m fine, how are you..... Good..... No I’m still up... Oh that’s too bad, I was really looking forward to that.... yes maybe I will thanks, well we will just have to get together at mums the weekend after....See you soon ....Bye. That was my stepsister, we were planning to go to my parent’s cottage in the lakes this weekend, for the long May Day holiday, but she just found out she has to work, she’s a pilot with British Midland, they changed her schedule on her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that what will you do now,” said Maria.

“Well she suggests I call one of my old friends to see if they will go, but most of them are married with kids, so I doubt if they can get away at such short notice. Maybe I will just go up there on my own. What are you planning to do at the weekend, the BSAT Plant will be shutdown, will you go over to visit your family in Italy.”

“No I don’t think so, I wanted to, and I’ve been trying to get a confirmed flight back on Monday, but have had no luck. It’s a holiday all over Europe and everything's fully booked. I can’t risk going standby, and not making it back, because we have that stupid software meeting first thing Tuesday. I was thinking about just seeing the sights of Manchester.”

“Well that doesn’t sound like much fun, do you want to come to the Lakes with me? You said you liked to walk in the mountains, the Lake District isn’t the Alps but it is very beautiful, at least when it isn’t raining.”

“Yes I would love to, that sounds like a lot of fun.”

“Well my parent’s cottage is very small, but it’s in a great location right by Grasmere in Wordsworth country -- Oh my God! Is that the time we better hit the sack.” Said Amanda as she finished up the last of the Champagne. Amanda stood up took her glass and empty bottle to the sink, and headed to her bedroom.

“Yes I’m ready for bed too, I must admit, goodnight,” yawned Maria, who felt her bladder was fairly full, ‘well I’m not going to waste this diaper’ she thought. Maria waited until Amanda was in her bedroom and then started to pee. She felt the familiar feeling of warmth spread over her pussy and butt, as the pee moved through her diaper she felt it soaking into the diaper’s filling and expanding as it went. She finished peeing and felt a little warm pee leak out and onto her inner thigh. She thought, ‘That’s the problem with these super thins not quite enough capacity, never mind I’m going to have a bath before I go to bed.’

As she got into her bath Maria was feeling very horny, for some reason the conversation and thought of a young Amanda in a diaper had made her very aroused. She lay there in the hot water and started to masturbate, as she did so her mind filled with images of various girls and women wearing diapers. After she had climaxed, she wondered what had changed, despite having had a few lesbian affairs, her previous fantasies almost always consisted of hunky guys in tight clothes.

In bed in the other room Amanda lay there in just a tee-shirt and her very damp panties. Prior to going to bed she had sat on the toilet and for some reason had not taken of her panties. She wet through the cotton and silk, and felt her pee soak up and into her bush, and back down into her butt. The long distant memory of a wearing wet diaper came back, but somehow it wasn’t upsetting to her in the way using her MAGs had been. Amanda lay in bed and started to play with herself through her wet panties. As she did, she mixed in a fantasy of her favorite movie star Brad Pitt, with images of both her stepsister Jocelyn and of Maria wearing diapers and plastic pants. She quickly managed to bring herself to a tremendous orgasm, and then she fell asleep.

The next morning Amanda woke up feeling strange, she had a slight hangover and she realized that she was not dressed in her usual silk pajamas. She lifted the cover and smelt a stale urine smell coming from underneath, then she realized the smell was coming from her and her still slightly damp panties. As she began to remember the night before she climbed out of bed and inspected the sheet, it was only very slightly damp and was not stained. ‘Thank God I didn’t wet the bed,’ she thought, as she put together the pieces of what had happened, her old feelings of the horror and shame of bed-wetting returned. She decided to get rid of the evidence, so she slipped her blue panties off, and holding them away from her body with the tips of her fingers, took them into the bathroom and placed them in the sink. She washed them out as much as she could with soap and water, and lay them over the vanity unit to dry. Then she took a long shower vigorously scrubbing her private parts with soap and shampoo for several minutes.

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Chapter Six Maria and Amanda Continued.

Over the next couple of days they made arrangements for their trip. Amanda's emotions went back and forth between feelings of horror at the thought of wearing nappies, and the memories of how much she had enjoyed wanking in her wet panties. Despite her shameful unhappy feelings during the days, each night she had masturbated, while thinking more and more of a young Maria with a nappy under her ski suit. As this happened, slowly Amanda's fantasies changed to involve herself wearing nappies.

Maria was also having increasingly fantastic daydreams about Amanda, and she decided that somehow she would get her to wear a diaper while they were away for the weekend. She was equally determined to find a way to get into that diaper. She also planned to wear diapers herself as much as she could over the weekend. She also wanted some diapers that were more absorbent than the super-thins she had bought from America, besides she only had a few of those left. The night before they were due to leave for the lakes the germ of an idea formed in her head, as they were packing their things for the weekend. She said to Amanda, “I need to visit the pharmacist to get some things for tomorrow, do you want to come.”

“Yes I need some things myself, are you going now?"

“Yea! Come on,” said Maria.

As they drove to the City Center shopping Arcade to find a chemists Maria said, “I want to buy diapers to wear when we go out for walks, but if that idea grosses you out too much I won’t do it.”

“Oh that’s OK, I don’t mind you wearing diapers, I just have a hard time with wearing them myself. “

“Well I will get some then, if you’re embarrassed, you can pretend you don’t know me when we are in the pharmacy.”

“Oh I don’t care about that, In fact I’m kind of interested in seeing what kinds of nappies you can get these days, because I only wore cloth nappies as a girl. I’ve been thinking about what you said, and I sometimes start to think the way you do, but then I just can’t seem to get over the feelings of shame, and the bad memories.”

They drove on for a few minutes, and as they were pulling into the multi story car park Maria said. “Tell me if this is out of line or too heavy for you, and I won’t mention it again, but maybe it would help if you just wore diapers all of the time for a while. Just maybe it would help you adjust to wearing them, and it would become routine enough that you stop thinking about them. I don’t want to rush you, but maybe this weekend would be a good opportunity. We will be far away from other people most of the time, and if it would help you I will wear them as well.”

“Boy, give me a minute to think that one over,” said Amanda. She had tremendous feelings of disgust and guilt, and at the same time she felt excited at the prospect of wearing nappies with the sexy Maria.

They were quiet as they walked the aisles at the large pharmacy chain store. They selected various toiletries and makeup items, and put them in a shopping cart, then they made their way to the incontinence section. Fortunately for Amanda the store was quiet and no one was around. Maria stood and looked over the various products, and eventually selected a pack of twenty of the small size of the pharmacies own brand maximum absorbency pull up briefs. “These will do for me,” she said. “They’re a little thick but I won’t be wearing anything they will be noticeable through.” Maria was worrying that Amanda would not take the bait.

“If I wear them all weekend, how many will I need, and what size?” said Amanda.

“I would get two packs just in case, you will probably need the mediums.”

Amanda picked up two packets of the nappies and put them in the cart. “Lets go she said” her face flushed red.

“Hold it! If you think you will be wetting your bed I would get some of these as well, because at night they probably leak a bit.” Maria said holding up two pairs of plastic panties. “I think these medium ones will be right for you.” Maria put them in the cart and picked up another pack of the small pull-ups. “I think it might be a wet weekend.” She said as she added them to the cart.

“OK lets go,” said the slightly flustered Amanda.

Later that night they went back to the hotel, and were finishing packing for the next day. Their suite had been prepaid for their entire stay, so they left most of their things behind as they did not need to check out. This meant they only needed to take what they would require for the long weekend. Maria said “Why don’t you start by wearing your diapers tonight, just to get used to them. You don’t need to start wetting them yet. I would make sure that the first time you wet them, that it’s near a bathroom just in case of leaks. In fact I’m going to try one of mine tonight, I want to be sure I know how much they can hold.”

“OK you better show me, what are they like,” said Amanda.

“Well there’s not much to these ones. You just pull them on, like panties.”

“Show me anyway please.”

“OK,” said Maria. “Get one of your diapers and come into my room.”

Amanda entered Maria’s room with the soft garment slightly screwed up in her hands, and walked over to the bed. Maria had split the plastic top of one of her packets, and pulled out one of the tightly packed diapers. She lay the diaper on the bed and started to slip her tight fitting khaki pants down her legs. She stepped out of her pants, and proceeded to remove her white lace and silk panties. She pulled them down below her knees she spotted that she had made a small poop mark in the back of them. “Oh my! I must have missed a bit, it’s that cheap paper they use at the plant.” She said her face reddening, after having been caught wearing dirty panties, by the woman she found so attractive.

“Oh don’t worry I do that all the time,” said Amanda. “I usually wear dark colored knickers so it doesn’t show so much.” All this time Amanda, had been watching the half naked Maria walk around the room and had focused on her short black hairs above her pussy. ‘Oh God maybe I will finally lose my virginity,’ she thought, ‘does it count with a woman, so what I don’t care.’

Maria pulled off her soiled panties and self consciously screwed them into a ball and put them into her laundry bag. She returned to the bed picked up her diaper, opened it out, put powder into it, stepped into it and slowly pulled it up around her vagina and butt. “See there’s really nothing to it.” She said as she ran her fingers under the seams of the leg holes to make sure of a good leak proof fit. “Your turn.”

Amanda undid the zip in the side of her just above the knee black skirt, then she took it of and placed it on the bed. She pulled down her charcoal gray tights and took them off, then she stood there in her black bikini seamless knickers. She put her thumbs into the top of the back of her knickers, and slowly pulled them down over her slightly heavy thighs. Then she let her knickers drop to the ground, and slightly clumsily stepped out of them. She reached over the bed and grabbed the powder, then she took a large handful and started to slowly rub it into herself. At the sight of the half naked Amanda, Maria’s diaper started to feel wet, despite the fact, she had not peed in it yet. Amanda poured some more powder into the lining of the diaper and then stood for a moment holding it loosely in front of her smooth bare legs.

“Go on,” said Maria.

“I’m not sure,” said Amanda she felt almost ready to burst into tears, as she remembered the shameful nights back in the cold dormitory at her school.

“It won’t bite,” said Maria “Go on put it on,” they’re just like panties.

Plucking up courage Amanda stepped into the diaper and quickly pulled it up. She pulled at the back of her diaper to make sure her behind was properly covered, then she walked over to stand in front of a mirror and admired herself.

“See there’s nothing to it. They’re just like slightly thick underwear. You can probably get away with these under almost anything,” said Maria. “Put your skirt on and lets go down to the bar for a drink. I bet you soon forget your wearing it.” Maria decided her khaki pants were to thin to wear with her diaper, so she selected a pair of loose-fitting jeans from her closet and put them on.

Amanda pulled her knickers and tights on over her nappy, and stepped into her skirt, then she zipped herself up and smoothed down the back of the skirt. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could just about tell she was wearing the nappy, but could someone else? Maybe not she thought, as she walked around the room listening for the rustling crackling sound she associated with the plastic pants of her youth, she could hear nothing. Feeling emboldened by her bravery she said, “OK lets go down to the bar.”

About forty minutes later, they had just finished their second drink when Amanda said, “Maria, I need to pee.”

“So do I, I’ve had enough of this place, lets go back upstairs to the suite. I’m going to try out this diaper, are you going to join me.”

“I mean I need to pee now, I’ve been holding it for a while, I was waiting until we finished our drinks. Now I think I’ve made a mistake I’m not sure if I will make it upstairs, should I use my nappy?”

“Well until you’re sure how much these diapers will take, I would avoid doing too much, try peeing for a few seconds then stopping, then maybe we can go upstairs.”

“I’m not sure if I can stop once I’ve started. What happens if I leak?”

“There’s only one way to find out I guess.”

“It’s up to you, pee now where your sitting, or try and make it to the bathroom.”

“OK I’m letting go.” Amanda was familiar with wetting her MAG while on the training assignments, but this was a different experience. She new her MAG would take as much as she could throw at it and more, and that she wore it in circumstances in which she expected to be wearing a nappy. The experience in the bar was thrilling and exiting, and it did not remind her of her past problems. As she felt the hot pee flowing around her body, it was a more noticeable sensation than in the super absorbent MAG. Then she felt the nappy’s lining seem to thicken, as it soaked up the liquid. Just as she thought it was going to leak she managed to stop peeing. She sat there for half a minute, with a rather stupid grin on her reddened face, and said to Maria. “OK I’m done, lets go,” and she got up from her stool.

Walking in the wet diaper was rather different from the dry one, because she was conscious of the weight and the fact that the pee had added to its bulk. She tried to walk as normally as possible, but felt people were looking at her. They reached their room without any problems, and Maria said. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean for you to have to do that.”

“Oh that’s OK, it was my stupid fault, I wanted to come up here to do it, I should have said something sooner. Anyway it worked didn’t it, no harm no foul.”

“So your cool about it, I was so worried you would be upset.”

“I was a little worried but I think the sheer naughtiness of wetting my pants in a public bar stopped me thinking about anything else.”

“That’s great, let’s get you out of that wet diaper and check the damage.”

The next day they worked in the BSAT offices until about noon, both women wore their diapers, but as they planned they had kept them dry. They set of in their rented SAAB convertible, and were soon heading north on the M6 toward the Lake District. Despite the dreary weather, the pre bank holiday traffic was heavy, but it kept moving, and they anticipated making the trip in less than two hours. They made good progress until they were near the Preston exit. There they came to a complete standstill, then a few minutes later a radio traffic alert told them a truck had turned over in an area of road works, and had almost completely blocked the traffic.

Amanda said, “We might be really glad of these nappies before were through here, I had three cups of coffee this morning and I’ve almost gone through a liter of water.”

“I know, actually I’ve already wet myself and I know I will need to again soon. I’m pretty sure this diaper isn’t going to hold any more,” said Maria.

“Well I guess you can change yourself sitting there, at least your not driving,” Said Amanda. She had insisted on driving, being unwilling to allow an Italian to drive on the right. “What happens if I need to change?”

“I’ll just have to help you if it comes to that, at least we’re both wearing skirts that will make it easier to change,” said Maria.

Fifteen minutes later after they had moved barely a quarter of a mile, Maria decided that she would definitely have to change her diapers in the car. She unbuckled her seat belt and reached for her hand bag that was on the back seat. She had anticipated a need for a change on the road, though not in these circumstances, and had stashed a spare diaper in it. She retrieved the new diaper and a small trash bag, and sat down again in her seat. She took of her shoes and quickly lifting her butt of the back seat she reached up under her skirt and pulled down her hose and black lycra stretch panties. “That’s the problem with these pull-ups. Everything has to come all the way off to change them.” She pulled of the old diaper leaving it at her feet and quickly pulled on the new one. She put away the wet diaper and replaced her panties and hose.

“That’s better,” she said, “but this one won’t stay dry long.”

“I’m afraid I’m wet to, in fact I think I’m leaking a little,” said Amanda.

“Where are your diapers?” said Maria.

“In my overnight bag in the boot, I’m afraid.”

“I thought that might be the case, hang on, stay where you are,” said Maria, as she jumped out of the car and ran round to the back and lifted the trunk door. As she was grabbing a packet of diapers from Amanda’s weekend bag, a woman of about forty came up to her.

“Sorry to bother you love, but I’m in the car behind, my daughter and I are absolutely desperate you couldn’t spare a couple of those could you.”

“I guess so,” said a shocked Maria, “how did you know what I was doing?”

“You tucked the back of your skirt into your tights, and I could see your nappy when you bent over.”

Maria snatched the back of her skirt out from her hose and pulled it down. “Here you are.” She said as she handed the woman two diapers, she quickly closed the trunk, and ran back to the car with the pack of diapers.

“Thanks a million love,” the desperate woman called as she climbed back into her car.

The traffic started to move very slowly, “shit,” said Amanda “we should have swapped places back there. I really need to change. You will have to help me.”

“OK take off your seat belt and then take off your shoes one at a time, then do as I say,” said Maria.

“Right. My shoes are off.”

“OK lift your butt. I’ll get the panties and hose first.” She reached over and pulled up the short kilt Amanda was wearing. She grabbed the tops of her tan hose and burgundy panties, and pulled them down to her knees, then she pulled them off Amanda’s left leg, then off her right. She tore apart the sides of the wet diaper and pulled it out from under Amanda. She took a dry diaper and one leg at a time put it around Amanda’s ankles. She pulled it up to her thighs and told Amanda to lift her butt, and hiking up the kilt she finished pulling up the diaper over Amanda’s wet bush. As Amanda was pulling her skirt back down, there was a honk from a truck next to her, and they could see the driver laughing.

“Well he got a treat! I guess,” yelled Amanda, “I hope he’s wet his pants too!”

When she had finished Maria put the wet diaper and Amanda’s wet hose and panties, in the plastic bag, the diapers had come in. Then she put the bag on the floor of the car in the rear passenger area. Touching Amanda’s legs and butt had made Maria start to feel horny, and she wondered how she could try to get Amanda to respond. She realized that she had no idea about Amanda’s love life, as she never mentioned it, and from this she got an idea.

After another half hour of stop start driving, they were past the accident and the traffic was moving freely. They had discussed work for a few minutes but mostly sat there silently. Maria asked, “There’s no boyfriend over here then, you could have taken with you this weekend?”

Amanda was taken aback by Maria’s question, she thought about what to say, and she wondered what had prompted her to ask. After a minute she replied, “No I don’t, to tell you the truth I’ve never had time for relationships, I guess I’ve always been too focused on my work. How about you is there someone back in the States or in Italy?”

“No one special at the moment, I guess I’m like you married to my work. I’ve had the occasional affair but they never seem to go anywhere. I must admit I am having a real drought lately, I find it’s very difficult at the agency to meet any really interesting guys, they all seem kind of one dimensional.”

“I know what you mean, I think most of the women feel that way. Certainly the majority of the girls seem to be single, and I suspect that more than a few of them are gay or at least bi,” said Amanda. She took the deliberate risk of upsetting Maria, by bringing up the subject of lesbianism.

‘Bingo,' thought Maria, 'she’s definitely interested, how can I get her hooked.’ “I know what you mean, most keep it quiet, but you can tell, at least some of the time, if they are lesbians. I have no problem with that sort of thing, what people do in the bedroom is up to them.”

“I agree, actually even though I’ve never tried it, but I sometimes wonder what it would be like with a girl.” Said Amanda hoping she was doing the right thing, after all she was going to spend all of the next three days and most of the next six months with Maria.

“Well as it’s confession time again, I have had a couple of flings with girls myself.” Said Maria, ‘that’s it I’m committed, there’s no going back now,’ she thought, and she gently stroked Amanda’s leg.

“Not now, I can hardly concentrate on driving as it is,” said Amanda, who then grabbed Maria’s hand and held it for a moment.

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Chapter Seven The Lakes

Amanda and Maria arrived at the cottage around three thirty. After carrying in their bags, the first priority was a diaper change, as both women had been sitting in wet diapers for well over an hour and were getting decidedly itchy. They went straight into the cottage’s only bedroom, and began to undress themselves.

“How are you getting on with your diapers?” asked Maria, as she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.

“Pretty good actually, but so far It’s been a real need that I’ve answered, let’s see how I get on when I have more time to think about it.” Replied Amanda, who had taken off her red kilt, and stood there in her soggy diaper and white blouse. She unbuttoned her blouse revealing her white lace bra that covered her amply large breasts. Maria removed her own panties and hose, and stood in front of Amanda dressed in just her bulging wet diaper and a blue tee-shirt.

“We’ll just have to see what we can do to keep you busy then.” Said Maria as she stepped forward and put one hand behind Amanda’s head, gently she pulled Amanda slightly toward her and kissed Amanda’s full lips. As she began kissing her, she felt Amanda shaking slightly, so she put her arms under Amanda’s and gave her a firm hug.

“Are you nervous?” Said Maria, “don’t worry you lie back and leave everything to me.”

“It’s my first time.”

“I know, you said before you had never been with a girl before, don’t worry I’ll treat you better than any man.”

“I mean first time ever with a man or a woman.”

Taken by surprise by this revelation Maria pulled back slightly and hesitated for a moment. Then she kissed Amanda again, and quietly said “Really I can’t believe that of someone as lovely as you are, well I guess you’ve got some catching up to do. Don’t worry we’ll go nice and easy, just let me know if anything upsets you and we’ll slow down.”

Continuing to kiss Amanda as they stood next to the bed, Maria undid Amanda’s bra and started to gently use her right thumb to play with Amanda’s left nipple. As she did this, she used her fingers to caress the rest of her breast. Her left hand went behind Amanda’s back and into the top of her diaper, and she gently began to play with the top of the elastic material. Amanda in the mean time was feeling more emboldened, and pushed up Maria’s tee shirt to reveal her small firm breasts encased in a black bra. She fondled her breasts through the man-made material, then somewhat nervously she thumbled with the clasp at the front of the bra, but quickly had it undone. She then continued to fondle Maria’s breasts, playing close attention to her erect nipples.

Breaking away from Amanda, Maria pulled back the duvet covering the queen size bed. The bed still needed making up, and she exposed the plastic waterproof cover that protected the mattress. “That’s a stroke of luck, can you get some old towels?” said Maria, Amanda obeyed and disappeared into the bathroom and quickly returned with two large old towels. They spread the towels over the mattress and Maria took Amanda by the hand, then they lay down on them. They removed each other's shirt and bra and for a second lay there next to each other, just wearing their diapers.

Maria then moved closer to Amanda and climbed on top of her. Then she started to kiss her breasts, further exciting Amanda as she moved back and forth, kissing, then licking, then gently sucking each nipple. Occasionally she would bury her head between the two breasts and kiss Amanda’s firm tummy. As she did, Amanda would break of from stroking Maria’s soft black hair, and would gently push her breasts into Maria’s eyes. After this Maria started to slowly move her head down Amanda’s belly, kissing her as she went down until her lips reached the top of Amanda’s diaper. Maria could smell the slightly sweet odor of Amanda’s piss soaked diaper, and the scent made her feel even hotter. Motioning to Amanda to lift her behind, she started to pull the diaper down. After lowering it by a few inches she shoved her hand into Amanda’s drenched diaper and into her thick wet pussy hair. Then she pulled her wet hand out, and smeared pee and love juice over Amanda’s boobs and then over her own. She put her other hand into her own diaper and after playing with herself for a few seconds wiped it over Amanda’s taught belly. Maria then pulled of Amanda’s soaked diaper and pushed it off the bed. Immediately she fell on Amanda’s sex with her tongue, and she kissed and licked her pubes and around her vagina, tasting the pee which had beaded on her pubic hair. She then licked Amanda’s clitoris as Amanda writhed on the bed beneath her.

“Oh God! Oh wow! Maria! Maria! Maria! I’m in heaven!” cried Amanda, as she came, spurting a little love juice into Maria’s face.

Moments later Amanda was hugging Maria and kissing her on the cheeks and hair, and said “Why didn’t I do that before, that was totally incredible. I want to do it to you now, do you want me to?”

“I’d love it, you can use fingers if you don’t want to eat me.”

“No I want to try that.”

“Well get straight to it, if I get any hotter I’m going to come anyway.”

Amanda pulled Maria’s nappy down her thin legs and over her tiny feet. She took the nappy and rubbed its inside against her chest and squeezed a little pee onto her breasts. She threw the nappy in the direction of the other one, and proceeded to lick Maria’s vagina. Maria prompted her to change the spot a couple of times, and as Amanda became more confident the licks became more vigorous, and Maria very quickly achieved a tremendous orgasm.

They lay in each other’s arms on the bed for a while, one girl occasionally stroking the other's hair or gently kissing the other. Maria said, “my butt is a little sore, from sitting in a wet diaper too long, let’s take a shower and see if we can find something to prevent diaper rash.” They took a long shower together and after helping dry each other off. Both stood in the small bathroom with towels wrapped around themselves. Amanda opened the medicine cabinet over the toilet and looked inside, where she surprisingly found a tube of diaper rash cream.

“Well that’s lucky, I wonder what that’s doing here,” she said.

“Why’s that?” Asked Maria.

“Since my dad’s heart attack three years ago, he’s not been well enough to come up here, the only one who uses the place is Jocelyn, and she doesn’t have any kids. You know I wonder why the bed has that plastic sheet on it I wonder what’s going on.”

“Bring that cream into the bedroom and let’s get fresh diapers on,” said Maria.

They went back to the bedroom and rubbed some of the cream into each other, and dressed in fresh diapers. Both girls dressed in tight jeans and big loose sweatshirts, and they were unconcerned that their diapers were visible under their jeans. They tidied up the room, putting the wet diapers in a heavy trash bag, and then they made up the bed. Maria opened the chest of drawers and was about to put some of her things in it when she said, “Whose are these?” As she pulled the pair of expensive adult size rubber panties, she found inside the drawer.

“I don’t know,” laughed Amanda, “but clearly I am going to have to have a chat with my stepsister.”

“I think so, there are some pretty big terry cloth diapers in here as well.”

Ten minutes later they had finished unpacking and were in the living room, “I’ll put the kettle on for a cup of tea,” said Amanda. “Take a look out the window and see if the weather’s clearing up any.”

“No if anything it’s raining harder.”

“That’s a pity, I love to walk in the hills, but I’m not crazy enough to think it’s much fun in this weather.”

“I agree with you, especially as we don’t have really good waterproof gear with us.”

“Well not that kind of waterproof gear anyway.” Laughed Amanda.

“It’s a lovely cottage, I’m sure we can find lots to do, besides I haven’t had a long lazy weekend since we started training for the mission,” said Maria

That evening the as girls were clearing up after their dinner, Amanda asked, “What do you want to do tonight?”

“I don’t know, I am rather tired how about we just stay in and watch TV.”

“That sounds pretty good to me as well, is there anything on.”

Maria scanned the newspaper TV page, and said, “Not much, how about a video.”

“Let’s see what Jocelyn has for us to watch,” said Amanda as she went through the small collection of tapes by the side of the TV. “Howard’s End, Armageddon, Titanic, Thelma and Louise, and The Waterboy, do you fancy any of those. Oh hang on, there are a couple more behind here, let’s see, Nicole and Nina’s Naughty Nights in Nappies, or Diaper Dykes. What is that stepsister of mine up too.”

“Well let’s watch and see if we can find out,” said Maria.

“OK but I need a nappy change first.”

“So do I, lets go.”

Back in the bedroom Amanda asked, “These nappies are really good, but I find they only hold one good pee, is there a way to get them to hold more.”

“You can always wear two at once, the trick is to cut open the lining if the one you wear underneath. They don’t fit so well so you need to wear plastic pants over the top to avoid leaks, do you want to try.”

“Not now maybe tonight, I want to have a good lie in tomorrow and I don’t want to get out of bed for anything.” They changed their diapers and went back to the living room.

“Do you want a drink? I managed to find a quite good Chianti, in the supermarket in Keswick.” Amanda called to Maria from the kitchen.

“That sounds good, do you have some mineral water as well?”

“Yes do you want fizzy or not fizzy?”

“I think fizzy, don’t you?”

They settled down on the couch and snuggled up to one another. Amanda started the VCR and Nicole and Nina’s Naughty Nights in Nappies started to play. Set in a college dormitory, the professionally made movie involved two female room mates discovering a love for nappies and each other. It was fairly standard soft porn mixed in with a few shots of the stars wearing and wetting their nappies. After about forty minutes the tape ended and Maria said, “That was OK but I thought we gave a better performance ourselves this afternoon.”

“Let’s try the other one, the title on this is hand written, God knows what this will be like.” Said Amanda as she switched tapes. The film started with two women in airline uniforms entering a hotel room. The video quality wasn’t great, and it wasn’t until there was a close up of the fairly tall blonde taking of her pilot’s cap and letting her hair fall down, that Amanda realized who it was. “Oh my god! It’s Jocelyn!” squealed Amanda.

“Are you sure it’s her?” asked Maria.

“Absolutely positive, she is my stepsister.” The movie continued, and an equally tall red head dressed as a flight attendant joined the blonde. The red head started to pull up the blonde’s black uniform skirt revealing a pair of pale blue rubber panties covering a cloth diaper. The tape continued with the women removing each other's diapers, and making love to each other. The two were very supple and they managed to get into some amazing positions. The camera switched to a fixed position and a third girl who was smaller and had dark brown hair entered the room.

“She must have held the camera before,” Said Maria.

The new girl who was wearing a pale blue airline flight attendant's uniform showed her backside to the camera, and her pants became wetter and wetter. Then the other two girls stripped the newcomer and made a great performance of softly spanking her, and then putting her into an enormous cloth diaper and covering it with rubber pants.

The movie concluded with another scene with all three girls dressed in sexy lingerie with diapers underneath. They each peed in their diapers and after a mutual changing session another orgy of sexual gymnastics broke out.

“Oh my God Jocelyn’s an amateur porn star and a nappy lover as well. I guess I always knew she was a lesbian, at least she never has boyfriends. I wonder if she deliberately left this stuff here so I would find it, or maybe she thought she would be able to clear up first.” Said Amanda.

“Well all we have to do is make a film and I guess you guys will have that in common,” joked Maria. “It’s a pity she could not come I would have loved to meet her.”

“I’m not sure I would let you near her after that performance. You might be tempted to go with her. After all she is obviously much more experienced than I am.”

“Yeah but I can teach you and besides I’m new to the diaper sex thing myself. Another thing is that I think I’m a little in love with you Amanda.” Said Maria as she climbed on Amanda’s legs and sat on her lap with her legs up on the sofa and kissed her on the lips. Amanda held Maria in her arms and kissed her back.

After a moment Amanda said, “I think I love you too.”

A few minutes passed and they sat on the sofa kissing and cuddling each other. Amanda had undone Maria’s jeans and had slipped her hand between the jeans and her diaper and was gently massaging Maria’s vagina through the soft material.

“Ooh! That feels good. Keep it up, just like that.” Said Maria who had her right hand under Amanda’s sweat shirt and was caressing her breasts. “I just love those big titties of yours. They’re so soft and warm to touch.” As she spoke Maria felt a slight movement in her behind, and heard a slight hissing sound come from between Amanda’s legs.

“Sorry I just had to let go. You were crushing my bladder.”

“Oh God, don’t worry about it, how would you like to feel me when I wet myself, I really need to go and I don’t want to get up yet.”

“Oh I think that would be nice.” Said Amanda as she felt her hot pee soak around her behind and into her diaper. Amazingly it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do, and Amanda’s feelings of anxiety and shame seemed to be a thing of the past.

“OK hold on.” Said Maria and she started to kiss Amanda on the lips. Almost immediately she began to pee, and she felt with incredible intensity the hot urine flow around her. As she peed, Amanda felt the cover of Maria’s diaper get hotter and its filling expand as it soaked up the pee. Amanda responded by rubbing Maria harder which brought Maria to an almighty climax. “Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she squealed. “God that was so awesome, you’re one horny bitch.”

Amanda burst into tears and sobbed, “you’re so wonderful I can’t believe that I’ve never let myself do anything like this before, all those wasted years.”

They sat quietly for a moment as Maria caught her breath, and then she asked, “How come you never did anything like this before.”

“I‘m not really sure, I guess I just missed the boat when I was a teenager, some how I was always too nervous and shy around guys, so I tended to keep them at a distance. I had a few dates and I let one or two blokes feel me up but, I never let them do it. As I grew older, I became more and more involved in my work, and I guess I would always turn down offers of dates. I think I got more and more embarrassed about having to admit to being a virgin as I got older and that put me of even more.”

“Well I guess we have to make up for lost time, come on lets go to bed, I have a vibrator in my bag lets go to bed and try it out.” Said Maria.

Amanda woke about eight thirty the next morning with an unusual sensation, then she realized that she was heavily diapered. She remembered that she and Maria had gone to bed wearing two of the disposable diapers they had bought plus one of Jocelyn’s terry cloth nappies and a pair of heavy plastic panties. Her vagina and inner thighs felt sore from the unaccustomed abuse, however, the thick nappy pressing against her felt very good. She also felt nice and comfortable and very relaxed as she snuggled next to Maria. Her diaper was felt quite dry despite having been wet at about four A.M. when Amanda’s full bladder had briefly woken her. Now her bladder was full again and she was a little desperate, so she almost climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom, when she remembered her diaper. Relaxing back on the bed she started to gently rub her pussy though the thick nappies, then she let go of her bladder muscles and felt her hot water cascade around her and into her diapers. For a few moments she savored the feelings of warmth, then she realized quite how badly she needed to poop. The act of relaxing her bladder had also caused her to relax her rectum, and a large soft log had started to push its way out, and the first part was between her butt cheeks. She managed to stop its progress at that point, but realized she would not be able to hold it much longer. ‘Damn,’ she thought ‘I want to stay in bed a bit longer now I will have to get up.’

Next to her Maria stirred, and opened one eye, then she stared at Amanda as she brushed her hair away from her eyes. Then sleepily she said, “Good Morning honey what’s the time?”

“Morning it’s about half past eight go back to sleep. I’m going to have to get up and take a dump, I wet my nappy and it started to come out at the same time.”

“Yeah that happens sometimes, are you already messy?”

“Just a bit, I managed to hold most of it.”

“Just let the rest out in your diaper then if you want, you never know you might have to when we are up there so it won’t hurt to know what it’s like. I’ve pooped myself a few times, because I find it hard to pee without pooping if I need to go badly, it’s not too bad really. You just have to be real careful when you clean up, or you might get an infection.”

“You think so I must admit an extra hour in bed sounds pretty good at the moment, and if I get up to poop I’m going to hit the shower.” Amanda lay still for a few minutes until another wave of spasms hit her insides. ‘OK here goes,’ she thought as she pushed the rest of her log into her diapers and she felt it spread itself around. ‘Um that feels kind of nice,’ she thought, ‘not as great as wetting but it’s OK.’

Amanda heard the front door open heard a familiar voice call out. “Yoohoo anyone at home?”

“We’re still in bed, hang on Joss I’ll be right down,” yelled Amanda, as she leaped out of bed and pulled her red silk robe over her grey pajama’s. In her excitement she forgot that she was wearing a heavily wet and soiled nappy, and she ran into the living room to greet Jocelyn. Jocelyn stood in the living room with the tall red headed woman who Amanda recognized from the video. ”Hey great to see you, what happened why are you here.”

“Good to see you too, that’s a long story, but first meet Bridget we work at Midland together, and well more than that she’s my partner.” Said Jocelyn.

Bridget stepped rather gingerly forward from the doorway where she was standing and reached out and took Amanda’s hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m glad she’s found someone she cares about.” Said Amanda. Who pulled Bridget toward her and hugged her.

Bridget said quietly in a soft Irish accent, “Lovely to meet you to Jocelyn has told me so much about you.” Bridget stepped back and said, “look I’m sorry about the smell, I tried holding on a bit too long, and I’m afraid I shit my knickers in the car driving up here.”

“Oh don’t worry about it I took a huge dump in my nappy just before you arrived, and before you say anything Jocelyn, I’ve seen your video.” Smiled Amanda.

With her plastic pants hanging below her long white tee-shirt, Maria emerged from the bedroom looking half awake and said “Hi.” Then Amanda introduced her to Bridget and Jocelyn.

“Come on Bridget, lets go and take a shower and get acquainted as we clean the shit of our bums.” Said Amanda. “These two can chat while they make us some breakfast.”

An hour later all four women were freshly showered, and dressed in clean diapers under there clothes. Jocelyn had explained that they had been rerouted to Liverpool when another pilot had called in sick and had arrived at six A.M.. Due to regulations she had twenty-four hour rest period before she could fly again, so rather than head home to Leicester they had decided to drive up to see Amanda. It had been too late to call so they decided to make it a surprise visit.

[Aardvark]

Chapter Eight Jennifer and Alexis

Alexis Rains sat with Jennifer Rivers at a quiet table in the Cantina Amarillo Aqua; a Mexican restaurant set a few blocks away from the Space Center in Houston. She took a sip from her third margarita and asked, “What do you do for sex then?”

“Oh I have a fuck buddy,” replied the slender, five feet five inches tall, twenty-nine-year-old African American. Jennifer was a preacher’s daughter from Alabama who after four years flying Tomcats for the US Navy had recently qualified as a space shuttle pilot

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“A what?” asked the thirty-six years old blonde native of Montreal. Alexis was a two-flight veteran of the shuttle program, who specialized in operating the robot arm, used to capture and hold objects retrieved in earth orbit.

“A fuck buddy, you know a guy who you see every now and again just for sex. My guy is called Havelock, I dated him for a while, but the relationship wasn’t really going anywhere so we split up. But the sex was exceptional, and as we have stayed friendly, and if neither of us is in a relationship, then I call him occasionally and we get together.”

“What a good idea, I wish I had someone like that, my luck with the guys is right out at the moment. I guess I’ve got a bit weird reputation round here and they seem to run a mile from me.”

Both girls returned to their food and stayed silent for a couple of minutes. “You know talking about sex has made me feel real horny, said Jennifer, maybe I’ll give Havelock a call and see if he can come over to my place later. You know for a forty-year-old he has a lot of stamina, hey tell me if I’m way out of line here, but how do you feel about a threesome?”

“Oh that’s perfectly OK, but are you sure? I don’t want to get in the way.”

“Oh I don’t mind, I love a bit of variety, and I might look like I’ve just stepped out of church, but I’m quite a kinky slut. Like I said he’s only a friend who I fuck occasionally, its no big deal, so how do you feel about a three-way?”

“Oh I’m up for almost anything that doesn’t involve real pain. I can be pretty far out myself.”

“Yea I agree about not liking pain, my main thing is I love dressing up and play acting as part of the fun.”

“Dressing up, what as?”

“Oh all sorts, Leather, rubber, uniforms, cheerleaders the usual stuff, and of course there’s Havelock’s favorite.”

“What’s that?”

“Well he has two actually, the first one is that he loves to pretend he’s come across me all dressed in my Sunday best, like I’ve come from church. When he puts his hand up my dress, he finds a wet diaper underneath. The other is to find me wearing a soggy diaper under my best dress white navy uniform.”

“Diapers!” said Alexis

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“Yes don’t be so shocked lots of people use diapers as sex aids.”

“I am not so much shocked as pleasantly surprised, you know I use sometimes use diapers myself, but I only ever did it on my own. Unfortunately I’ve never managed to find anyone else who’s into them. I guess maybe I’ve been just too shy to ask all these years.”

“Well that settles it, I’m calling Havelock, he’ll have a boner for a week when he gets his hands on two girls in diapers.” Jennifer took her cell phone from her purse, and pressed the speed dial. “Havelock honey it’s Jen, how are you doin?… I’m great, except I was feeling a little lonely tonight, how about coming over to my place? …. You are, well don’t worry about it bring your pager with you, I’ve got a special treat for you….. OK great see you in about forty-five minutes then.” Jennifer hung up and put away her phone, “Come on drink up we need to be ready before he arrives.” Alexis called for the check, and soon after they headed for Jennifer’s apartment.

Ten minutes later, Alexis pulled her Audi into the space next to Jennifer’s Ford Explorer. As they walked together through the warm humid Houston air to Jennifer’s apartment Alexis said, “I really should have gone to the bathroom before we left, I’m about ready to burst.”

“God I’m the same but we should try to hang on till we are diapered.”

“I’ll try,” Smiled Alexis as she put her hand on her pussy and pressed it through her black designer jeans.

A minute later they were in Jennifer’s bedroom, Jennifer “We’ll get diapered before there are any accidents then worry about the rest.” She went to her closet and produced two large white cloth diapers, and two pairs of rubber pants, “I find these more fun than disposable ones.” Jennifer went to a bowl on her bedside table and produced four large safety pins.

“I feel the same way, I like the cloth ones too, they beat disposables and those MAGs we use at work are the worst.” Said Alexis as she took of her shoes. She next took off her jeans and stood there in her scarlet full cut panties, “I had to let a little out, but I’ll be able to hang on for a few minutes now.” She said and pointed to the darker red area around her crotch. The wet area had spread upwards a little covering her pubic hair.

“I did too,” laughed Jennifer as she pulled down her green Dockers to reveal her white silk panties which were wet enough to become see through, revealing her coal black skin, and the small area of short black curly pubic hair underneath her panties. “Come on give me your undies, Havelock can have them a souvenir, he’ll love that.”

Alexis pulled of the wet panties sniffed them and threw them across the bed to Jennifer, who caught them held them to her face with her own as she breathed in the combination of fresh and stale pee, and of female lubrication. When she finished smelling them, she placed them together on the bedside table.

Alexis folded her diaper and placed it on the bed, she sat on it feeling the soft material against her naked bottom, and then quickly pinned herself into her diaper. She stood up and through her diaper rubbed her pussy for a second, the rubbing increased the sensation of her full bladder which added to her sense of excitement. Then she stepped into the clear rubber pants and pulled them up over her diaper, checking around her legs and waist making sure it was fully enclosed. Jennifer was just as quickly into her diaper, and was heading back to her closet. “I’m not sure you’ll get those hips and a diaper into my uniform skirt, I think we should go for the Sunday morning church look tonight,” Said Jennifer.

“Whatever you want, I’m ready for anything,” replied Alexis.

Jennifer returned with a garter belt with white stockings, a knee length petticoat and a light blue flowered summer dress, which was tight around the upper body but was loose over the hips and flared down to a couple of inches below the knee. She said, “Put these on,” and returned to the closet, emerging with a similar style yellow and white striped dress for herself.

As they dressed Jennifer explained, “The idea is that two teenage friends have gone to church on a Sunday morning, they both have small bladders, and are fed up with being desperate to pee by the end of the service. The services have become even longer lately due to enthusiasm of the church’s handsome new young minister. The girl’s problems are made worse by the fact that they both have a tremendous crush on the minister, and both had already experienced some big leaks while stretching for enthusiastic Hallelujahs and Praise the Lord’s. To help solve their problem one girl has borrowed her elderly grandmother’s diapers and plastic pants, and they both are wearing a diaper to church on that Sunday. This was a very sensible precaution as both girls are very wet by the end of the service. Worried that people will be able to smell their pee, they decide to walk home together through the woods, and as they are walking home, the young minister catches up with them and the fun starts.”

As Jennifer was buttoning up the back of Alexis’s dress the phone rang, Jennifer answered, “Hello ….Right…. That’s to bad….well another time then, bye. Damn it that was Havelock, I was worried this would happen.”

“What’s up?”

“Oh he’s OK, It’s just that he’s on call, and he just got paged, I guess some program shit the bed at the data center where he works. Havelock reckons he will be on-line half the night getting it fixed.”

“Oh that’s too bad, well I’m all dressed up and feeling frisky, how about we change the story a little,” said Alexis.

“Sounds good, what do you think?”

“Well maybe both girls went to church dressed in their diapers, but neither told the other about what they were wearing. When we are walking home, say I trip and fall and my dress rides up exposing my wet diaper. You come to help me up and see what I am wearing, and we take it from there.”

“OK we just need a couple of finishing touches,” said Jennifer as she went back to the closet and fetched two pairs of sensible shoes and yellow and blue ribbons to put in their hair.

“Well I’m ready for the final touch,” said Alexis after Jennifer had tied her long blond hair into a pony tail.”

“Me to, I’m going to burst soon if I don’t.” Both girls heard a slight hiss coming from below, and felt the familiar warm sensation as their diapers began to fill with pee. “Oh that feels good doesn’t it.” Said Jennifer as she pulled up her skirt and placed her hand on her pussy, feeling the hot rubber of her newly wet panties.

“That’s right. I love it when I’ve just wet myself, its like wearing a mini hot tub.”

“Let’s get really in the mood by going for a walk round the block. There’s no one around at this time of night.”

“OK just a short walk, I’m already in the mood myself.”

Jennifer and Alexis headed out into the warm spring night and walked around a couple of the apartment blocks. As they were strolling, they smelled the scent of the spring flowers mixed with the usual tropical smell of rotting vegetation in the warm humid air. Returning as they neared the entrance to Jennifer’s apartment, Alexis took Jennifer by the hand, and said, “that preacher sure is a mighty fine-looking man. I get real hot just thinking about him.”

“He sure is I can hardly hold my water when I’m near him.” Laughed Jennifer. At that moment Alexis looked around, and seeing no one else about stumbled and fell to the ground. As she lay there, her skirt and petticoat were pulled up to her waist, and her clear plastic pants covering her slightly yellow diaper showed underneath.

Jennifer walked forward to help her up, and smiling brightly said, ”Honey are you all right, Oh my! Is that a diaper your wearing?”

Alexis pretended to cry, and as she stood up said, “you won’t tell anyone will you, I just can’t make it all the way through those long services.”

“Of course not, come here.” Jennifer hugged Alexis, and took hold of Alexis’s right hand with her own left hand, she slowly pulled Alexis’s hand up her dress and put on her stocking just above the knee. “Put your hand all the way up here and see what you find.”

Alexis brought her hand up Jennifer’s inner thigh caressing the warm nylon of her stockings, and over the couple of inches of bare flesh at the top. Alexis’s hand brushed the soft rubber of Jennifer’s panties and pulled back for a moment, as if startled. She then pushed her hand firmly into Jennifer’s crotch and pushed the diaper against her pussy, rubbing it for a few seconds. “You too, oh how cool,” she smiled.

Leaving her hand in place she kissed Jennifer on the lips, and said, “Come on back to my place, my folks are going over to my aunts, they won’t be back for a long time.”

A minute later they were back in Jennifer’s bedroom, “well where did you get your diaper from?” said Jennifer.

“Oh until a couple of years ago I wet the bed, I never threw out my diapers, luckily I’ve lost some puppy fat since then, and my rubbers still fit.”

“How about you?”

“Oh it’s my grandma’s she’s pretty much completely incontinent these days, she won’t know its missing. I’ll just put them in with her laundry, when Mom or Aunt Helen does her wash they will just think it’s hers.”

“I want to help you change your diaper, is that sick?”

“Not if I can change yours, I kind of like the feel of them, and I want to stay diapered for a while. Do you have some more?”

“Yes I have plenty, I like the way mine feel too, I feel so snug and secure come on let’s do it.”

Jennifer produced fresh diapers from her closet and laid them on the bed. She walked over to Alexis and started to unbutton the back of her dress, Alexis pulled the yellow dress of over her head and lay it on the back of a chair. Then she pulled her white frilly petticoat down over her diaper and stepped out of it. “I’m very wet you might want to get a towel or something to protect the bed,” said Alexis.

She sat quietly on the bed and took of her stockings and garter belt, and wearing just her bra and diaper, waited for Jennifer to get back with some towels.

Jennifer laid a towel out on the bed and motioned to Alexis to climb on it, Jennifer carefully removed Alexis’s rubbers, and she lay back on the towel, the pee from her sodden diaper soaking through into the towel. Jennifer unpinned the wet diaper and firmly pulled it from underneath Alexis, she put it in a pail she had brought with her from the bathroom. Taking a smaller towel she began to dry Alexis dabbing at her wet golden pubic hair, and around her vagina and butt.

“Oh my god I’m too hot, lets speed this up a bit,” moaned Alexis, coming out of character.

“OK your right.” Said Jennifer. “Undo me.”

Alexis unzipped Jennifer’s dress and she quickly pulled it off and threw it on the floor, she climbed onto the bed next to Alexis and began to kiss her chest. She undid Alexis’ red bra and started to fondle her breasts. Alexis reached down and pulled off Jennifer’s petticoat, then she looked at Jennifer laying there, her white diaper contrasted against her black skin. She kissed Jennifer on the lips and then started to remove her white lacy bra. Alexis started to caress Jennifer’s boobs and continued to kiss her. After a minute or two of kissing and fondling each other, Alexis moved Jennifer onto the towel and took of her rubber pants and diaper. Immediately after removing the diaper Alexis buried her face in Jennifer’s wet pussy and licked clitoris bringing her to a wonderful climax.

Within minutes Jennifer had brought Alexis to orgasm, and the two girls lay naked together on the bed. “Boy that was so much fun,” said Alexis, “How did you get into this stuff?”

“I don’t know it was Havelock who really got me going with the sexual aspects of diapers, but I was always kind of fascinated by wearing them. It goes back to when I was little girl, I had a small bladder and would constantly need to go to the bathroom. I would quite often forget to go on time and would have accidents. To make matters worse I was always a rebellious kid, and I sort of used having an accident to make my mom mad. My dad was a preacher and of course we went to church on Sunday, and I kind of resented this. Without fail when I was six or seven I would either have an accident in church, or I would insist on mom taking me to the bathroom at an important moment. Eventually she got fed up with me having accidents, especially in church, and she would make me wear a diaper to church, and at other times when I was dressed up. I would also wear a diaper for long car journeys. I found I liked the freedom that wearing a diaper gave me and I would nearly always end up wet when I wore one.

Wearing diapers during the day at times went on until I was about eleven or twelve. My mom had tried to stop me wearing them a few times, but I always made sure I had plenty of accidents so I would get them back. By the way I was a bed wetter all this time and wore them at night anyway.”

“Didn’t your friends make fun of you?”

“Oh I rarely wore them around my friends. The routine of lessons and breaks meant I kept dry most of the time at school. My mom only diapered me if I was dressed up, because she didn’t care too much about accidents in my play clothes. The only one who knew about my diapers was my friend Janet, and she often wore diapers as well.

As I said when I was twelve I kind of realized that wearing diapers wasn’t really very cool, and I made more of an effort to stay dry. I also had a bit of a growth spurt then and this helped me to hold my bladder longer, and as well it helped my night time wetting stop.

So by the time I was thirteen I was finally out of diapers, but I found though that I would sometimes miss wearing them. As I matured sexually, I would sometimes have fantasies about wearing diapers. These continued throughout high school and college but I never actually did anything about them. When I started to have sex with my boyfriend’s, and the occasional girlfriend, I guess my diaper fantasies became less but they never completely went away.

After College I joined the Navy and started flying, I found that I would need a diaper for long flights. This kind of reawakened my interest in diapers and I found myself thinking about my old fantasies. The lack of privacy onboard ship, and in some of the Navy housing I was in, made it very difficult to do anything about it. After a while, when I was on shore I started to wear a diaper to go to church on sundays. They were easy to hide under my Sunday dresses, which I preferred to wear rather than my dress uniform. I am not really religious despite my upbringing, but I like to go to church when I can, I love the singing and the feeling of community. I guess it’s kind of sacrilegious but I really enjoy wetting my diaper in church, it feels kind of naughty and it reminds me of being a kid.

That was about the limit of my diaper wearing until I came to Houston to join the program, and shortly after that I met Havelock and things took of. That’s my story how about we get some water and put on our dry diapers, and you can tell me your story.”

Five minutes later they were back in bed wearing fresh diapers and white tee-shirts, and with large glasses of mineral water. “Oh my story is fairly simple really, I never even thought about diapers until I was a senior in college. Oh I was like you I had a tiny bladder as a kid and had a quite few accidents, and even as a teenager I continued to have an occasional mishap, but they were never bad enough to consider diapers. At night I was mostly dry by the time I was six, and my mom just kept a plastic sheet on my bed for the occasional accident.

Anyway when I was in my final semester I developed a series of bladder infections, and I would constantly find myself going to the bathroom. I would often have small accidents, and I wore maxi pads for protection. By the time I had my second infection, I found the constant need to go to the bathroom was very disruptive to my studies, because I would be up every fifteen minutes to pee or change my pad. I found my self deliberately wetting my pad and hanging on as long as I could before changing it, but this still didn’t help too much. I addition I was up several times a night to go to the bathroom and this was disturbing both my sleep and that of my room mate’s.

One afternoon my room mate and I were watching soaps on TV, and an add for adult diapers came on. ‘That’s what you need’ said my room mate, “I’m not wearing diapers,’ I said, ‘What’s the difference they’re just bigger pads,’ she said. ‘I would wear them if I was you, come on I’ll go with you to buy some.’ That afternoon we went to the drugstore, and I bought some diapers, and I started to wear them when I was studying in my room, and when I went to bed. I had several more bladder infections over the next few months leading up to my graduation, and I found myself in diapers much of the time. I found some light bladder control pads to wear when I went out, that were more effective than regular maxi pads. After a while I found myself wearing a diaper at night, even when I didn’t have an infection. Because I discovered that I frequently woke up needing to pee, and that I had gotten used to just letting go as I lay there, and going straight back to sleep. I found that my ability to hold on even when I was well had gone down, and for my final exams I wore diapers to help me get through them without having to leave the room.

The combination of being ill, working on my finals, and wearing diapers had put a real number on my love life, which prior to this had been quite active. Due to this I found myself having to find ways to get my own sexual satisfaction. When I was healthy, I found wearing diapers and the sensation of wetting them turned me on more and more, and I would often masturbate in my diapers whether they were wet or dry.

After I graduated my infections finally cleared up for good, but I was still in diapers at night, I guess I had gotten too lazy to get out of bed. I was still going to the bathroom a lot and I would sometimes wear a pad during the day. This went on for a few months, and at first I didn’t care, because I enjoyed wearing them, but after losing a couple of boyfriend’s due to my wetting I decided to do something about it. I saw my doctor and told her that I had trouble with my bladder since my problem with infections, and she recommended some exercises to strengthen my bladder muscles. I stopped wearing diapers at night which gave me an incentive to get up in the night. I can’t stand sleeping in wet sheets.

After a few months my bladder had returned to the way it was before my problems with infections, and also my sex life was back to how it was before. Despite my renewed sex life, I discovered that I missed masturbating in my diapers, and though for a while I tried to ignore my desires, I broke down and bought more diapers. Ever since then when I’m on my own and feeling horny, I often put on a diaper, and usually have some sort of fantasy, then I wet myself and masturbate.”

“I think there are quite a few guys who are into diapers about, you never found one?” asked Jennifer.

“No, after the first couple of times guys dumped me because of my diapers, I was very careful never to let on. I thought that it was only me who was into this stuff. Actually the only person who I ever suspected of liking diapers, was my old college room mate who went with me to buy my first diapers. I was sure that sometimes my stack of diapers was missing one or two,” said Alexis.

“Well that’s an idea for a new game, I’m a student with bladder problems, and I come back unexpectedly to the dorm room, to find my room mate wearing one of my diapers. This of course leads to some fun, as we discover we like each other as well as our diapers,” suggested Jennifer.

“How does Havelock fit in?”

“Oh I had so much fun tonight, I think we need a few games just for ourselves, I hope that is OK with you.”

“Oh I totally agree, come here and cuddle me.”

After a while, as the two astronauts lay in each others arms, Jennifer heard a soft hissing coming from Alexis diaper area. She slowly pushed her hand under the rubber pants and below Alexis’s wet diaper, and she started to massage her pussy. This was the start of another slower lovemaking session, which left both girls wet and tired out. They put on fresh diapers and both quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Nine Riverdance

Having showered, after their regular morning workout, Sarah Lucy and Diane, were drying themselves, in the women’s locker room in the fitness center at the Johnson Space Center in Houston. Sarah and Lucy had taken to joining the STS 169 crew in their compulsory fitness sessions. “I’m worried about how the team is gelling together, said Lucy as she rubbed her white towel between her legs. “I thought it would be easy, with the all woman crew, but there are some problems. The gals all seem to have buddied up with one other crew member, and they seem to be reluctant to work or play with the others.”

“You can see what you are talking about here, no one seems to hang about to shoot the breeze after the work outs, they just go straight off to their training sessions.” Said Sarah as she pushed her small breasts into her white lacy push up bra.

“I noticed that as well,” said Diane, "and poor old Soumeni seems left out of everything, none of the others seem to want to have anything to do with her.” While she was speaking, Diane pulled her black silk bikini panties over her thighs, and when they were fully up, she pulled at the bottom of her panties to make sure that her all butt was covered. Diane had for the most part stopped wearing diapers or pads during the day. She had been worrying that she might be becoming truly incontinent since the party a few weeks earlier.

“Any suggestions?” asked Lucy, as she naked stood at her locker applying deodorant under her arms.

“Well we could go in for some team building exercises, but with the tight training schedule I’m not sure that we can afford the time.” Said Diane, as she did up the front of her matching black silk bra.

“You’re right about the time factor. If we add to the training burden I think we might make matters worse.” Said Lucy, as she stepped into her plain white cotton panties, and began to pull them up.

At that moment Jennifer, who was dressed in a pale blue Space Agency golf shirt and lacy white full cut briefs, walked across the locker room to talk to the women, and said. “Excuse me for butting in, I was wondering if we could ask for some more equipment for the fitness center. Half the equipment is broken, the guys hog all the weights, and the choice between bikes and treadmills is getting kind of boring.” Jennifer said as she brushed her shoulder length hair.

“Well the budget’s kind of tight these days, but I will see what I can do.” Said Sarah, as she adjusted the bottom of her pull up style diaper to make sure it would not leak.

“OK thanks, I just wanted bring it up, see you guys later.” Said Jennifer and she walked back to her locker brushing her hair as she went.

“She has a point the fitness center just isn’t what it was. It is kind of hard to get excited about working out every day,” said Lucy, as she pulled her golf shirt over her head.

“Going back to the original topic, I think we need some kind of activity that will help everybody come together as a team.” Said Diane as she buttoned up her charcoal gray silk blouse.

“Well maybe we can find a way to all workout together and do some team building, how about we get an aerobics class going?” Suggested Sarah as she sat on a bench, and was pulling her stocking up her left leg and attaching it to a suspender.

“That sounds OK but maybe we can do a bit better than that. I was wondering if you might want to teach us how to do that Irish step dancing you do. It looks like a lot of fun and it would be a great workout. I also think developing the moves and coordination will help with the team building,” said Lucy, as she pulled up her usual blue pleated Dockers pants.

“Great idea, you’re right I think it would be a great way to get everybody to work together.” Said Diane stepping into the black pants, of her pants suit.

“OK I’ll do it, if the other gals all agree to take part.” Said Sarah as she buttoned up her white cotton blouse.

“We’ll discuss it with the crew in Gloria’s PR meeting this afternoon,” said Lucy as she put on her white socks.

“Hey look over there, doesn’t it look like Beate Wasserstom has diaper rash,” said Sarah referring to the thirty-one years old German Luftwaffe pilot who was Jennifer Waters’ backup on STS 169. Beate was about twenty-five feet away from the women with her back to them. As she bent over to dry her feet and calves, the ladies had an excellent view of her taught behind.

“Oh my god your right, and you can still see the marks on her legs from tight fitting plastic panties.” Replied Diane as she put on her black shoes.

“That’s something to think about in the future.” Said Lucy, “I better get going. I have a meeting with Brian in ten minutes.”

A few hours later all the members of STS 169’s crew along with the four assigned backup astronauts, met in a large conference room along with Sarah Gloria and Diane. Gloria went through the list of; school visits, speaking engagements, internet chats and radio and TV appearances, that she had scheduled for the crew. The all woman crew had as she anticipated generated a great deal of interest and demand for the astronaut's time was great. Calendars were checked for open days, and each crew member was assigned a maximum of three events each. The crew was reluctant to break from their tight training schedules, but they understood the public paid the bills, and that taking part in such things was part of the job. Gloria finished up by saying that she was working on a special event that she hoped everyone would enjoy.

Lucy then put forward the idea of doing Irish dancing instead of the usual workouts in the gym. To her surprise the suggestion was welcomed by all the people in the meeting, including Gloria who asked if she could join in. Jennifer suggested that they perform a few of the numbers from Riverdance, she had done a lot of dancing in school and college and would help with the choreography. The group agreed that they would start tomorrow in the old seldom used basketball gym next to the fitness center.

The following day all the women met in the gym and they started to work on their steps. Alexis brought in a boom box with a CD of Riverdance, and all the girls had a good time and agreed to continue, despite some sore calf muscles. The weeks went on, and the crew members plus the others started to improve their timing, as a result all the girls found it easier to keep in step through the difficult moves. “We really are pretty good,” said Maria one day, “we should consider putting on a show.”

“Yes let’s.” Said Conchita Agualera the twenty-nine-year old Mexican, who was the backup to Alexis on the Robot Arm. “I’ll help with the costumes I love to sew.” What she didn’t say was that her favorite things to sew were the fluffy outsize diapers, which she and her friend Beate often wore when they slept together.

“I’ll help you,” said Rachel Raging Brook. “I’ve been sewing and embroidering since I was a little girl.”

[Heven]

Come on, folks! Don't you want to know what happens next?

[Three Rivers]

Yes, keep it going.

[Aardvark]

Chapter Ten Rachel Natasha, and Pat.

Rachel Raging Brook, Patricia Flood and Natasha Volgaova emerged from showers at the underwater training facility in the Houston Space Center. They had just completed a four-hour simulation of the stowing of the Weesat in the cargo bay of the shuttle. Normally this would have been a longer training session, but the three astronauts were leaving that afternoon to travel to a small ranch in the east Texas hill county for the long Memorial day weekend. After she had dried herself, a totally naked Natasha padded across to her locker and took out a gym bag, then she reached inside and pulled out a package of medium sized fitted briefs. She opened the package and pulled out one of the diapers, and holding the back of the diaper with her left hand pulled it through her legs with her right hand.

“Why are you wearing a diaper?” asked Rachel.

“I often wear one for long car journeys,” replied Natasha. “I will really need one today, because working in the tank dehydrates me very badly, and I will drink a lot of water as we drive. Without a diaper we will need to stop every half hour to forty-five minutes. Besides on the road were going on doesn’t have that many places to stop.”

What, the thirty-eight-year-old blonde veteran cosmonaut, did not tell Rachel was that since coming home from three month stint on the Mir space station, she was a little incontinent. The long period of weightlessness coupled with the effect of readjusting to the earth’s gravity, had weakened her bladder muscles considerably. This meant that if she was not able to get to a bathroom within ten to fifteen minutes of getting the urge to pee, she would probably have an accident. She had been hiding her symptoms from the agency’s doctors, with the hope that with time, and by doing some exercises she had read about on the net, that her body would readjust. She was reluctant to seek proper medical advice, because she knew that if the doctors found out she might lose her status on the shuttle mission. She was not especially worried about this, however, as she knew that the mission's success very much depended on her participation. There was no one else with her experience available, and therefore, she thought that if push came to shove they would bend the rules and allow her to fly.

“I know where your coming from about having to stop all the while. I am planning to watch how much I drink, or I will be fidgeting all the way there like a bloody six year old,” said Pat Flood. Pat was a rookie astronaut who backed up the two EVA mission specialists. Her job was to work with them, learning all aspects of the mission, in case one of the others became incapacitated at the time of the flight. She was thirty years old, five feet six inches tall, and a strikingly attractive red headed Irish woman from County Cork.

“It’s not good for you to dehydrate yourself, you might damage your kidneys,” said Rachel, “I know I will need to drink plenty of water myself as we go.” Rachel was twenty eight years old and another rookie astronaut. At five feet three inches tall, she was a slightly stocky one hundred thirty pounds. She had her long black hair tied in a pony tail, which kept it away from her brown face with its distinctive Native American features. Rachel was a full-blooded Lakota Sioux, who had been born on a poverty-stricken reservation in North Dakota.

“Well what’s your plan for dealing with needing to pee, I know you’re another member of the TB club.” Said Pat, referring to the tiny bladders that both she and Rachel had to put up with. “Don’t say you’ll hang on and bear it, ‘cause that’s just as bad for you as dehydrating yourself.”

“Well I’ve never been afraid of peeing out in the open, public rest rooms are pretty few and far between on the reservation,” said Rachel. “But if you guys don’t want to stop I might just wear one of Natasha’s diapers, if she can spare one. After all I don’t see much difference between wearing a MAG under your space suit, because you can’t stop working to get to a bathroom, and wearing a diaper because you don’t want to stop on a long journey. How about you Pat, are you going to wear one of Natasha’s diapers?”

“Your kidding,” said Pat.

“No, I’m not, may I have a diaper please Natasha.”

“Of course you can,” replied Natasha passing her one of the diapers from her bag. She thought to herself, ‘this is going better than I expected, I never thought they would join in.’ She felt she had no choice but to let the others know about her diaper wearing, there was no way she could make the journey unprotected, or undetected. She hoped that they would think it was a one off thing just for the trip, and not a long term necessity. “Pat, do you want a diaper as well?” she added.

Pat was torn between two contradictory feelings, she felt that a healthy grown woman should not wear diapers, but then it did seem to make sense to wear one on this occasion. Additionally she had never had the slightest problem with using her MAG when she needed to, and indeed she had peed in her MAG twice during that morning's session. The truth was she had begun to enjoy the warm sensation of the pee flowing over her pussy before the MAG absorbed it. She was having a problem admitting to being willing to wear a diaper in front of the other two, despite the obvious fact that both Rachel and Natasha were going to be in diapers themselves. ‘What the hell,’ she thought. “OK give me one of the bloody things, I’ll do it, but just lets keep it between us, all right,” she said.

An hour later the three girls were driving out of Houston in Rachel’s slightly elderly Ford Bronco, they had chosen the Bronco for it’s off road capability that they might need on the isolated ranch. The downside was that the ancient air conditioning was struggling to cool the large vehicle in the ninety-degree heat. Due to their dehydrated condition and the effects of the heat, the threesome had already drunk over a liter of water each. However, they had a cooler in the back of the truck that had plenty more bottles of water in it. Pat, who was riding in the back seat, and had dozed of for a few minutes, when she woke up with a start and realized that she was desperate to pee. She remembered her diaper and thought about letting go in it, but somewhere at the back of her mind a nun’s voice was telling her that it would be a filthy thing to do. “Can we stop at the next exit I’m absolutely bursting?” She said.

“Why not just use your diaper?” said Rachel. “I’m going to have to wet mine any minute now.”

“I’m not so sure I really want to do it now,” said Pat, “it seems so babyish.”

“Well I’m already wet,” said Natasha, “and I’m driving and I don’t intend to stop for at least another hour.”

“Go on please stop!” said Pat.

“No, you agreed,” said Rachel, who was really enjoying teasing Pat, because for the past three weeks the two had been lovers.

“Look, we’re out of the city now there might not be another turnoff for fifteen minutes,” said Natasha. “Why don’t you just let go and make yourself comfortable. You never know you might just enjoy it, these give you a better sensation than the MAGS do.”

“You’re not one of those people who like diapers are you? I saw something about them on the Jerry Springer show once. I’ve also heard one or two juicy rumors about a few of the girls in the program, who like wearing diapers for fun,” giggled Pat.

Before Natasha could answer the truck hit a large pothole, the jolt went right through the rough suspension and caught Pat completely by surprise. Pat's over full bladder decided this was its cue to release itself, and she felt some pee escape into her diaper. It took her four or five seconds to regain control of her bladder and by then her diaper was quite wet. “Oh shit!” she yelled, "Well I guess I’m wet now. Did you drive over that hole deliberately?” She felt the hot pee surrounding her pussy begin to soak into her diaper, she thought ‘Natasha was right, there is more of a thrill in these diapers than the MAGs.’

“Of course not, would I do a thing like that,” said Natasha in a phony serious sounding voice.

“Bloody right you would, you’re a cruel bitch at times,” Laughed Pat, As the immediate burst of pleasure she felt from her wetting faded she thought, ‘I think I’ll try some more of that.’ After trying for a few moments to make herself let go of her bladder, she started to pee again in her diaper. She peed for twenty or more seconds and felt her hot pee wrap around her, as it pushed its way into more and more of her diaper. She enjoyed the feeling as the diaper retained the heat of her water for a while. The pee made the diapers filling expand making it push more closely against her pussy, and she began to feel even more turned on. As she sat there, she quietly played with herself through her diaper.

“I guess there’s no need to stop, I’ve let it all out now, so I should be good for a while. Your right about feeling more in one of these diapers than a MAG by the way, and Sister Teresa will turn over in her grave when I say this, but that is a nice experience.”

“Who’s Sister Teresa?” asked Rachel.

“Oh an elderly nun who gave me a walloping for wetting my knickers in primary school. She would say God gave us the toilet to pee in, and it was a sin to wet your pants. I guess that’s why I was having a bit of a hard time with this.”

The big jolt had also triggered Rachel to wet her diaper, and she also enjoyed the sensation of her pee flowing around her. Like Pat the wetting also stirred some pleasant and some distinctly unpleasant memories of her childhood. She had thought about telling the others about her days on the reservation, but decided to keep those stories for later, when they had a chance to have a few drinks and relax.

Pat passed new bottles of water to the girls in the front seats, and Natasha decided to take the subject away from diapers. She was in no hurry to answer Pat’s question about liking diapers. “I had to do a really difficult walk when I was up on the Mir last time.” She started. After listening to Natasha’s rather boring story, the conversation dried up, and they watched the scenery as they drove along the highway.

After driving for about another forty minutes, Natasha spotted a rest area, and she decided to pull over and stop. “I need to change my diaper, how about you two.”

“I’m more than ready, I think I leaked a bit,” said Rachel, and she put her hand up her short skirt and pulled out a couple of fingers soaked in her pee. She then licked the pee of her fingers as if licking an ice cream. “Yum Yum” she said.

“Mine won’t take another drop either.” Said Pat “but they do seem to hold quite a bit.”

Natasha pulled into the crowded rest area, and they found it was so popular with people going away for the holiday weekend, that she had to park the truck more than a hundred yards away from the building that contained the rest rooms. The girls climbed down from the truck, and realized quite how much the diapers contained. The slim diapers which when dry had gone under their flimsy summer clothes without showing through, were now much more heavy and bulky. They walked a few yards toward the rest room and they realized that it was not possible to walk normally in such a wet diaper. Rachel’s diaper sagged so much that the crotch hung down just below the hem of her khaki skirt. Her pale gray bikini panties had not been much help in supporting the diaper and were also visible under the skirt. Pat’s diaper was now very obvious under her tight green shorts, and to make matters worse. She had leaked slightly, leaving a wet area visible at the top of her legs. Natasha was in slightly better shape as she wore white lycra panties over her diaper which helped stop it sagging, but she was still walking uncomfortably.

Natasha who was walking behind the other two said, “Come back here a minute will you,” and when they came closer quietly said. “Let’s change in the truck.”

“Good idea,” said Pat her face now redder than her hair. ‘Maybe this was not such a bright thing to do,’ she thought as she climbed back into the Bronco.

“Let me change and I’ll drive the rest of the way,” said Rachel, “it will be easy under this skirt, one of you pass me one of those plastic trash bags please.” Rachel closed the door to the Bronco, and kicked of her tennis shoes. She put the plastic bag on her seat and pulling her skirt out from under her butt sat on the bag. She quickly had her rather wet panties off, and set about pulling apart the tapes on her diaper. Rachel swiftly whipped of her very soggy diaper, and placed it between her legs on the floor of the truck. Natasha passed her a new diaper and she rapidly placed it under her bottom and pulled it into position. Within a few seconds she had the diaper taped up, and had removed the plastic bag from underneath her. After pulling her skirt back into place, she put the wet diaper in the trash bag and was ready to start driving. “Do you guys want to change here? And then get out for a few minutes or shall I just get going and you can change while I drive.”

“Oh let’s get going, with all these people about, there’s probably a line long for the bathrooms anyway,” said Natasha.

“There’s not even anywhere to dump our diapers,” said Pat, “look those trash cans are overflowing already.”

“OK let’s get moving,” said Rachel as she selected reverse and after checking for oncoming cars backed out of the parking place. As Rachel drove forward out of the rest area, Natasha and Pat started to change their diapers. Pat struggled to properly tape her new diaper back on while she sat in the moving car and Natasha had to reach forward from the back seat to help her.

“Boy Rachel you sure made changing look easy when you did it, I could have sworn you had done this before,” said Pat.

“Well maybe I have,” replied Rachel, “I might tell you about it tonight over a beer.”

Immediately after Natasha had put on her fresh diaper she felt the need to pee again, as always she held on as long as she could, but within ten minutes her diaper was wet. ‘Damn,’ she thought, ‘I’m never going to make it without another change we’re not even halfway there yet. Oh well I’ll deal with it when I have to.’ With that thought she made herself comfortable in the back seat and dozed off to sleep.

Two hours later Rachel took the highway exit that headed to the dude ranch. Knowing her diaper was very wet, and she realized that greeting their hosts with obviously wet diapers would not necessarily create a good impression. “Hey you guys how about we stop and get out of these diapers, I’m not sure that we will help the image of the astronaut corps too much dressed like this.”

“I think maybe your right,” said Natasha knowing that she needed to pee soon and that her diaper could not take another wetting without leaking. “Look for somewhere to stop.”

“This is a pretty quiet road I think there’s only one small town on the way and that’s thirty minutes away,” said Pat after glancing at the Map.

“Well I can’t wait that long I need to pee some more and my diaper is drenched,” said Rachel. “I’ll just look for a quiet spot by the side of the road.”

A couple of minutes later Rachel found a place by a small grove of trees and turned of the road. She jumped out of the car and ran behind one of the trees. She ripped off her diaper and dropped it to the dirt, and pulling her skirt away from her spread her legs and began to pee while standing. She expertly controlled her stream and kept it away from her legs and feet. The pee struck the dry, dusty ground and formed a mini river before draining away.

Pat followed Rachel out of the truck and stood beside her on a rather bare patch of grass. As she dropped her shorts, and pulled of the tapes of her diaper, she said, “That’s a good trick, where did you learn that?” Removing her diaper she squatted down, and adopted the more conventional female outdoor urination stance.

“Oh another girl on the reservation showed me. It’s very handy especially if its cold. I can even do it out of the fly of a pair of jeans,” said Rachel.

“You will have to teach me how to do it, but not now,” said Pat as she started to release a steady stream of clear pee into the dirt.

Natasha was in trouble as she couldn’t hold on any longer, as she climbed out of the truck she stared to pee. The hot liquid ran into her soaked diaper and began to force its way out of the sides. Her pee was running though her white panties and down the legs of her white pants into her sneakers. She stood still for a moment and wondered what to do. Realizing she had to change clothes, she went to the back of the truck, and opened it up. By the time she had found her bag the other two had returned from the trees. “Good Idea I need some clean knickers myself,” said Pat.

“I think she needs more than clean panties,” said Rachel. “What happened honey?”

“Oh I guess I just couldn’t hang on long enough.” Mumbled a very embarrassed Natasha.

“Never mind, let’s get you into some dry clothes.” Said Rachel as she carried Natasha’s bag to the truck's door. Natasha stood between the truck and the road and began to strip, first she took of her wet pants and panties and untaped her diaper and dropped it to the dirt. Rachel passed her a small towel and she dried herself off.

“What do you want to wear?” said Rachel.

“I think I need another diaper first,” said Natasha and she reached inside the truck for the package of diapers.

“Rachel and I thought we would be OK without diapers for the rest of the trip,” said Pat.

“I think it might be a little far for me, after this little performance I’d rather not take a chance.”

“OK whatever you want,” said Rachel.

Natasha put on a new diaper, and covered it with black stretch panties and blue jeans. As Natasha did this, the other two put on their fresh panties. Rachel took a trash bag and collected the wet diapers and stashed it in the back, then they all climbed back into the Bronco, and set off again.

Chapter Eleven The Lazy P

An hour later they pulled of the road into the entrance to the Lazy P. Ranch and headed up the dirt track toward the ranch house. When they arrived at the house, they were greeted by a sprightly gray haired woman in her fifties who called herself Pancho. She said that they and the two Wantapee sisters were the only guests for weekend and they would have the bunkhouse to themselves. Dinner would be at six p.m. and breakfast at six a.m. with the riding starting at seven. She continued that it was much better to ride early in the morning before the heat of the day set in.

Ten minutes later they were in the bunkhouse unpacking their bags into bedside lockers. It was a large building set half a mile away from the ranch house. It consisted of a large bunk-room with eight single beds in it, and at the far end was a bathroom with, two showers, two basins, and two commodes. “They only cater to groups of women here,” said Rachel who had organized the trip and found the Lazy P at a lesbian vacation site on the net.

“That explains the single room,” said Patricia, “well I bloody well need a shower I stink of pee.”

“I’ll take the other shower I feel pretty gross as well.” Said Natasha.

“I’m not waiting for you two to finish I’m coming in with you Pat,” said Rachel.

A minute later Rachel stood in the shower with Pat who whispered to her. “I thought we would have a room of our own, what will Natasha think.”

Rachel squeezed some shower gel into her right hand, and rubbed a large quantity into Pat’s small tuft of red pubic hair and spread it around her pussy. “I don’t think she’ll care about us being bi, but it might be awkward if we get too physical, would you want lye there while two other people go at it.”

“I don’t know if I can hold back too much longer, this afternoon got me really hot, I need to have you,” said Pat as she washed Rachel’s firm breasts with her hands.

“I know what you mean, there’s something kind of thrilling about peeing in a diaper, don’t you think.” Replied Rachel as she began to wash Pat’s back and butt with a wash cloth.

“I know it’s kind of weird, when I watched the Jerry Springer show about diaper wearers I was really grossed out, but it really is fun isn’t it.” Said Pat and she kissed Rachel on the mouth. The two women slowly continued to caress each other, and after a few moments Rachel inserted her fingers into Pat’s pussy and brought her quickly to a climax. Then Pat returned the complement by pushing her fingers through Rachel’s bush of jet black pubes down into her vagina, and then massaging her clit until she came.

In the other shower Natasha was worrying, she realized that the other two might have figured that she had a real problem with her bladder. If they didn’t now, they would soon figure it out when she wore a diaper to bed. She was trying to decide whether to come clean and confess her problem to the others. She realized that she would be counting on their discretion in keeping quiet about her incontinence, after all they could get in trouble themselves if they did not report it to the doctors at the agency. She could alternatively say nothing and hope that the other two would not think or do anything about it. She quickly finished what was her third shower of the day, and dried herself off, then wrapping herself in a large white fluffy towel she headed back to the bunk room.

As she walked past the other shower, she saw Pat and Rachel embracing each other and heard their sighs and moans. This confirmed her suspicion that the two were indeed lovers, and this added to her sense of unease and discomfort. She had nothing against lesbians, as she had herself been involved in affairs with women in the past. The discomfort came more from a sense of frustration at seeing the other two enjoying each other’s bodies. Her own love life was a shambles at the moment. A year-long love affair with one of the Russian cosmonauts had come to a difficult end, when she had chosen to come to America for the Shuttle mission. She deeply missed Yuri who had been her first long term lover who had really shared her taste for wet sex. Further more. Her embarrassment over bladder problems had inhibited her from seeking a new lover in recent times. Her taste in wet sex had never included diapers, and she really preferred just to pee in her panties or onto her lover.

She made her way to her bed and lay on it, the sight of Pat and Rachel had made her feel horny and she reached down and gently started to rub her pussy. As she continued to masturbate, she became more relaxed, and her sense of arousal became more intense. She heard the water in the shower still flowing, and decided she had time reached into her bag and pulled out a vibrator with which she continued to masturbate. Her thoughts kept going back to the images of Rachel and Pat during that afternoon, which had been imprinted on her mind, and particularly her glimpses of them wearing their wet diapers. As she came closer to climax, she did not hear the shower in the other room stop, and continued to penetrate herself with the vibrator.

Rachel and Pat emerged from the bath room just as Natasha was reaching orgasm.

“Ooh Ah Yes Oh Yes!” groaned Natasha, as she reached her climax, not noticing the return of the other two to the room.

“Oh my God!, we’re really sorry,” said Pat, “do you want some privacy?”

“Oh don’t worry about it, I was finished,” said a very red faced Natasha, as she put her sticky vibrator back into her bag.

“Hey it’s nearly six o-clock that’s dinner time,” said Rachel, “we better get dressed and get going up to the ranch house, I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

“I could really use a drink as well,” said Natasha as she reached for a pair of white cotton panties and started to put them on.

Rachel sat next to Natasha on her bed and quietly said to her, “If you need to wear a diaper go ahead, you know that Pat and I don’t care, we won’t tell anybody.”

Natasha flushed even redder and nodding her head said, “Thanks but I will probably be all right for now.”

After an excellent prime rib dinner prepared by Pancho’s partner Francine, the three women returned to the bunk house with a cooler full of beer. The atmosphere was dry by East Texas standards and the temperature had cooled as the night fell. They sat on elderly lawn chairs arranged in a circle around an area where previous visitors had lit camp fires. “Burr I might have to get my sweater,” said Pat, as she cracked a can of light beer.

“Why don’t I light a fire instead, does anyone have a light?” said Rachel.

“Good idea, I have some matches inside, I’ll get them I need to have a pee anyway.” Said Natasha, also she decided that she was going to have a cigarette, which was considered an awful thing among the ultra health conscious American astronauts.

Rachel and Pat collected wood for the fire, but could see nothing to use for kindling. “I have an idea,” said Rachel, ”I’ll be back in a minute,” and she set off in the direction of the Bronco. Rachel returned later with the bag containing the wet diapers, “These will work, but they will probably stink a bit, I was wondering how we were going to get rid of them anyway.”

“Won’t they be too wet?” Said Pat.

“They have begun to dry out, I’ll use the driest ones first, I’m sure they will work.” Rachel was right the diapers did help the fire catch, and although they did produce some black plastic smoke, there was enough wind to blow it away from the girl’s seats.

A few minutes later as all three women were sitting around the fire, Natasha produced her pack of cigarettes and a little self consciously lit one.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” said Pat, “could I bum one, I quit years ago but every now and then I really crave one.”

“Me too, please, I used to smoke when I was a kid, but I think they would throw you out if they caught you smoking at the Agency,” said Rachel.

“I know it’s almost like being in school sometimes.” Said Pat as she lit her cigarette.

“Oh my school wasn’t as bad as the Agency,” said Rachel.

“Tell us what was school like on the reservation, I imagine it must have been really tough to get where you are today,” said Natasha.

“Well at first it was, I did have a tough childhood as did many kids on the reservation.

My parents were alcoholics and I was physically abused and neglected at times. When I was eleven, they were both killed in a car wreck, Ironically they were sober and it was the other driver’s fault. After that I lived with my grandmother, who was not really capable of looking after my older brother and me. Within a year my brother was running wild and was arrested for stealing and sent to youth custody. I was lucky that I was very good academically, and my grade school teachers did their best to encourage me to do well.

I had a problem in that I had always been a bed wetter, and my Grandmother, who was pretty incontinent herself when she had a drink, just ignored my wetting. I just struggled with an old rubber sheet on my bed, and I tried to wash my bedding as often as I could. Medical help was very poor where we lived and I just accepted my problem, not knowing even if there was anything I could do about it. As well as this, due to my mother’s neglecting me as a toddler, my toilet training was poor, and that together with my small bladder, meant I sometimes had both wet and messy accidents during the day.

When I was fourteen, I had the opportunity to go to a residential High School for gifted Native American girls from the reservations. My teachers pushed me into applying, and they bullied my Grandmother into letting me go. They knew that despite some dedicated staff the reservation high school was poor in quality, very few kids made the grades to go to college, and less than half graduated at all. I went to visit the new school a few weeks before I was due to start, and after being shown round, I had a sit-down with one of the Vice Principals, Mrs. Brown. I had been to shy to ask where the bathroom was, and during my talk I pooped my panties. I guess I must have smelled because at the end of the interview the Vice Principal called the school nurse and asked her to come over. When she arrived, Mrs. Brown said to the nurse, ‘one of us here has pooped in her underwear, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me. Eileen perhaps you could help Miss Raging Brook out of her predicament.’ I just burst into tears and thought I had blown my chances, I really wanted to go to this place which was a palace compared to my home surroundings. Mrs. Brown just put her arm around me and said, ‘don’t worry dear we see lots of girls with problems like yours, when you come here, we can help you deal with it.’

The nurse Eileen led me away to her office, and she showed me the private bathroom and said I should clean myself up. She continued ‘If I wanted to, I could take a shower and she would find me some clean panties.’ I cleaned my behind, and fortunately it was a fairly solid poop and didn’t make too much mess, so I emptied the turd from my panties and took my shower. As I dried myself, Eileen came into the bathroom with a lovely pair of clean white panties for me. Then she noticed on my butt and legs the diaper rash that I had developed from lying in my wet bed. ‘Tell me honey do you have a lot of accidents, you can be perfectly honest it won’t affect your coming here.’ I explained that I had accidents during the day and night and I didn’t know how to deal with them. She said, ‘well when you get here we will have the doctor look you over, and we will see if we can find some ways to help you. In the mean time here’s some cream that will help with that rash.’

That September I arrived at the school, and I was placed in a dormitory with five other girls my age. I soon found out why we had been put together when Eileen walked in with two large packages of disposable diapers. ‘Now girls,’ she said, ‘while you are here no one is going to punish you for having accidents, but if you feel you would be more comfortable you will be provided with diapers. It is up to you whether you choose to wear them or not, and you can wear them some of the time or all of the time. A couple of other things, one it is always OK to ask to leave class to go to the potty, because the staff will never say no. The other is that teasing other students for having accidents or wearing diapers is strictly forbidden and will be punished. Remember lots of your fellow students have similar problems so don’t feel worried or ashamed about accidents, and we will help you learn to control yourselves better. Nearly all of the girls here are dry and clean by the time they graduate. Now for those of you who don’t know how, I will demonstrate how to put on a diaper.’ She dropped her white pants to her ankles revealing her white panties, and showed us how to hold the diaper in place and fasten the tapes, while making sure it fit snugly. Then she pulled up her pants over her diaper, and asked us if we had any questions, then when she got no response she left the room.”

“I bet that diaper was wet by the time she took it of,” said Pat..

“I’m not sure, I think she had to do that demo several times that evening. We were all fascinated by what we had just seen. Most of us had no idea that you could even get diapers to fit anyone other than a baby. One girl broke down and admitted she did wear them already as she seldom managed to make it to the bathroom. Another girl and I decided that we would try them to see what they were like. That broke the ice, and within a few minutes all six of us were in diapers under our new uniforms.

The first few months my dorm mates and I kind of got hooked on diapers, we wore them almost all the while, and I frequently used mine, rather than stop any kind of fun activity to take a potty break. It seemed most of the freshmen were also in diapers, and I heard many girls who did not have real problems would wear them as well. The staff, however, encouraged us to try to control our problems, and we were examined by the school doctor, then were given exercises to do to help strengthen our bladder muscles. They taught us how to go before we were desperate and encouraged us to use a regular cycle of bathroom breaks. For those of us with abusive backgrounds regular therapy was encouraged.

At first we were having too much fun and this had little impact on me or my friends, but one by one the rest of the girls stopped wearing diapers, at least most of the time. Just before the Christmas break, I finally broke down and stopped wearing diapers during the daytime. I had learned that if I pooped in the morning when I got up I could usually go all day without a messy accident, and my wettings were becoming fairly infrequent. The one big exception was the Friday night film. We were very far from any large towns, and there wasn’t a movie theater within a hundred miles, so we would have film showings in the school theater. Almost every girl, even the seniors would wear a diaper for those nights, as it had become a bit of a tradition, I think even a few staff members joined in with that particular custom. We would all grab a large pop and some popcorn and settle down to watch the movie. If someone did get up to leave during the film, we usually heckled them, and pelted with popcorn and candy. There was no rule against teasing people for going to the bathroom. When the movie was over, it was really hilarious to see two hundred girls in heavy wet diapers, all waddling out of the theater at once.

Of course as we got older Friday night was also pussy night, we were also a long way from any boys and fifty eighteen year olds had to find some way to get some satisfaction. I won’t go into details but you can imagine what kind of things went on.”

“You certainly learned how to use that big old tongue of yours somewhere,” said Pat.

Natasha had by now drunk two beers on top of water and wine with her dinner, and her bladder was full again. She had decided against wearing a diaper as she thought she was close enough to the bathroom not to have any problem. Now she regretted not putting a diaper on, as she was just too comfortable where she was, and she found Rachel’s story so compelling that she wanted to hear the end of it without interruption. Realizing that she has hung on too long to make it back to the bunk house, she had two choices; either get up and drop her underwear in front of the other two, or pee her pants where she sat and hope they did not notice. Deciding the later would be more fun she pulled her short khaki skirt out from under her butt and released the pent up contents of her bladder into her panties. She felt the stream of hot pee run through her white cotton briefs soaking her bottom, and then it ran over the plastic lawn chair she was sitting on. It accumulated in a small puddle for a moment and then overflowed onto the ground. The dripping sound was louder than she had anticipated, and she realized the other two women had noticed, however, both chose to remain silent for the time being.

Rachel felt her own bladder filling close to capacity, as she emptied her second beer and reached into the cooler for another one. She continued her story, “Over the next couple of years I gradually learned to control myself during the day and the night, and usually I only wore a diaper on Friday night along with the rest of the gang. I did have other occasional exceptions, mostly due to laziness at times when I was under stress or not feeling very well. After I graduated, I realized that allowing us to wear diapers was a way of regressing us back to the childhood many of us never had. It certainly worked and almost all the girls graduated as much happier and well adjusted than when we started there. Even if quite a few had some slightly odd sexual tastes after the experience.”

“What do you mean by slightly odd sexual tastes?” Said Pat.

“I guess many of them were turned on by wearing and using diapers, I expect it comes from wearing them at the time they were developing their sexuality. Also, many of the students like me kept a liking for girl on girl action as well.”

“And did you keep a liking for wearing diapers?” asked Pat who did not know what to think about this revelation. She was both disgusted and intrigued and she was still trying to sort out in her mind how she felt about the diapers she had worn that afternoon.

“Yes I guess I did, I mean I don’t normally wear them apart from at work, but if I pleasure myself I often fantasize about wearing one or being with someone who wears one. I keep some at home, and very occasionally I put one on and wear it to bed. I guess it gives me a sense of security and reminds me of the time I had in my school. I occasionally wear one if I want to watch a video or long TV program.”

“Do you wet yourself when you wear them?” said Natasha, who was squishing uncomfortably in her pool of pee, which had stubbornly collected in the seat of her plastic chair.

“Sometimes I do especially if I need to go in the middle of a movie, but often a night I just stay dry and enjoy the comfortable secure feeling of my diaper.” At this point Rachel was getting really desperate, the pressure she felt in her bladder was getting painful, and she knew she either had to get up and go to the bathroom or wet herself. For some reason she felt the need to join Natasha in wetting her panties, even though this really wasn’t her thing. She knew that if she had been wearing a diaper, she would have wet it several minutes ago. ‘What the hell, I’m on vacation,’ she thought, and she tried to relax and let her pee come out. It took a few moments as the years of training fought back, then she slowly felt her pee begin to seep out through her white cotton panties and into her denim shorts. As she relaxed, her stream grew faster and she felt great pleasure as the hot liquid soaked the back and legs of her shorts. Then her pee began to drip noisily of the back of her chair. As she finished peeing, she realized what she had done and that the others must be aware of it, and sat there not knowing what to do about it.

Pat realized what Rachel had done, and was thinking about what she had just said but wasn’t quite ready to deal with it, so she tuned to Natasha and asked. “Do you wear diapers for fun as well?”

“Not really, the truth as you have probably guessed is, I need them, at least if I’m not able to get to a bathroom reasonably quickly. I do quite enjoy the sensation of wetting them, and I find them quite comfortable and relaxing in a way.” Natasha continued and explained how she had become incontinent after returning from her last space flight. “If I want to get pleasure from peeing I actually prefer to do it in my underwear and regular clothes. I like the feeling of doing something most people find totally unacceptable. I sometimes like to pee on my partner and get him or her to pee on me, it’s a really thrilling experience, and I get really horny afterwards. Do you think I’m a filthy bitch for liking such things?”

“To be honest I don’t know what to think, I’ve never thought about this stuff much, I mean today has been a real eye opening experience for me,” said Pat, who was herself becoming increasingly aware of the need to relieve her bladder. The conflicts that had bothered her earlier in the day were still with her, at least then there had been a practical purpose to the diaper wetting. Now she had to decide between the intriguing idea of exploring this more, and deliberately wetting her pants, or going to the bathroom which would kill the subject and probably make the others feel awkward. Not sure if it was just peer pressure, or a real desire to find out more about peeing for fun, she decided to wet. It took her a good minute or more but eventually she was able to pee, she shuddered with delight as she felt the hot pee gush around her crotch and behind. Then she felt a strange pleasure at the relief of her aching bladder.

They sat quietly for a while and Natasha began to feel cold as the night air cooled her wet panties. So she stood up and turned her butt toward the fire, to warm herself and dry out her underwear. After a minute or two the others stood up and joined her. “Well we have to get up early tomorrow I think I’ll turn in,” said Natasha. “I really should shower but I’ve had three today already I think I’ll just stink.”

Rachel whispered something to Pat who nodded and then Rachel said, “Pat and I will come in too but were not quite ready for sleep yet. We are feeling really horny and we want to make love, we wondered if you wanted to make up a threesome. I know you said you have had girl partners before.”

“I’m not quite ready for that peeing on each other stuff yet, maybe we could just wear diapers to keep Rachel happy and the beds dry,” said Pat.

“That sounds like fun, in that case pass me another beer,” replied Natasha.

Ten minutes later they had pulled together two of the bunks to make a large bed and had stripped the covers off of it. Natasha had retrieved her bag of diapers from the truck and stripped out of her wet skirt and underwear. She took her pee-soaked white panties, and threw them in Rachel’s face, who caught them and pushed the crotch right into her nose. Then she sniffed the pee smell along with that of Natasha’s love secretions that impregnated them. Passing the panties to Pat she leapt on Natasha and pushed her onto the bed. Then she pinned her down and shoved the crotch of dripping white panties, which she still was wearing into Natasha’s face. Holding still for a moment, she released a two second burst of steaming piss that dribbled through her undies into Natasha’s nose. “Take that bitch!” she laughed. Natasha immediately started to lick at Rachel’s pussy through the cloth of her panties. Rachel reached down and pulled them to the side to let Natasha lick her pussy directly.

Pat had removed her wet panties and had snuck up behind Rachel and started to rub them into her face and hair. She then took the panties and pushed them down Rachel’s tee-shirt and started to play with her ample boobs. She continued for a few moments then realized that Rachel was getting all the attention. So she climbed onto the bed between Natasha’s legs and started to lick her vagina tasting her pee as she did so. At this time Rachel was nearing an orgasm and started to moan loudly Yes! Yes! Yes! As she climaxed, she sat heavily on Natasha’s face and almost suffocated her. Realizing what she was doing she rolled of and knowing she needed to pee soon went to the bag of diapers and started to put one on.

As Pat continued to expertly work Natasha’s clit, Rachel started to fondle Pat’s boobs through her tee-shirt. Pat came up for air and said, “Diaper me honey I’m gonna wet myself real soon.” Rachel immediately set about taping Pat into a diaper, taking care to push against her pussy, as much as possible, as she did so. Seconds after Rachel had finished Natasha reached a massive climax, and immediately pushed Pat aside.

“Diaper, make it quick!” said Natasha. Within seconds Rachel and Pat were taping a diaper around Natasha’s behind.

“Can you hold just a second?” said Rachel. “Quick stand up, right Natasha put your hand in Pat’s diaper, Pat put yours on mine.” She reached into Natasha’s diaper and pushed her fingers down Natasha’s pee hole. “Right pee now.” As if on a cue each woman started to pee in her diaper and each one felt the hot liquid flow over their fingers and around their bodies.

Pat had an incredible orgasm as she peed, crying out “wow! Oh wow!” several times. As they finished peeing, they all collapsed on the bed, and lay there for several minutes cuddling and kissing each other, while at the same time savoring the warmth of their wet diapers. After a while Natasha produced her cigarettes, and each girl enjoyed a smoke as they relaxed.

Later they changed into fresh diapers and their night clothes and snuggled up together in their makeshift large bed. Before falling asleep, Pat commented, ”What are we going to do with all the wet things.”

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow, I think I’m going to run out of dry panties soon if we carry on like this,” said Rachel.

“ The twins will be here tomorrow so I guess we will have to behave ourselves anyway.” Said Pat.

“Not if what I hear is true,” said Natasha. “I heard from Beate Wasserstrom that she found a magazine in the bathroom at their apartment which was full of Japanese girls wetting their pants and wearing diapers.”

“I guess we will see what tomorrow brings, good night.” Said Rachel as she snuggled up closer to Pat.

The Twins

Hirome and Mika Wantapee were driving their Nissan Pathfinder along the freeway in the direction of the Lazy P ranch. It was four thirty A.M. and they had been driving for three hours already, when Hirome said to her sister. “Did you poop in your diaper, I told you to poop before we left Houston? Your diaper is just for pee this time, now we have to change before we get there and we will be late.”

The twenty-nine year-old sisters were graduate engineers and were both newly qualified payload specialists with the shuttle program. Hirome had been assigned to back up Amanda and Maria on STS169, while she waited for a mission of her own. The sisters were highly competitive, and Mika much to Hirome’s annoyance had recently been selected to fly on STS170. This made it odds on that she would be the first one to go into space. The attractive identical twins were five feet three inches tall, and despite their slightly built bodies both were deceptively strong.

Mika flushed red and said, “sorry sister but I could not make myself go so early in the morning, then I try and hold it but it’s no good, it just came out.”

“Its OK,” said Hirome as a smile spread over her face, “I just did one myself just a minute ago. I’ve been holding it for an hour but when I smelt yours I decided to let go.”

“We better find somewhere to stop and change, mines’ very squishy and it has mixed in with my pee and spread all over my backside. It will take an hour to clean with just paper, and I really need a shower.” Said Mika, who was regretting not fighting harder to hold her poop in, and her instincts born from many years of wearing diapers had gotten the better of her.

She her twin and their two younger sisters had been brought up just by their mother. Just after their youngest sister was born, their father had been killed in an accident in the Steelworks in Kobe the big city they had been born in. After this, their mother took the compensation and life insurance and returned the family to their Grandfather’s farm in the mountains near Sapporo.

They had a wonderful time growing up having more freedom than a traditional Japanese family. The only drawback was that their schools were more than an hours drive away from their home, this was often longer in the bad winter weather. The girls had all inherited their mother’s small bladder, and this meant that wet accidents happened fairly frequently on the drive to and from school. This was especially true in the winter, when finding somewhere to stop and getting the girls out of their winter clothes would take many minutes. The need to stop and deal with the girl’s accidents or near accidents meant that they were often late for school. Their mother who was as ever pragmatic soon hit on a solution. All the girls still wet the bed fairly frequently, and the younger two still wore diapers at night. Their mother had threatened several times to put the twins back into diapers as well. She suggested this again, and when neither of them objected she decided she would not only put them in diapers at night, but also for their journeys to and from school.

So at the age of eight they went back into diapers, to save them embarrassment she allowed the girls to take of their diapers in the car before they arrived at school. At first the girls would try to avoid accidents in the hope that their mother would take away the diapers, but after a few accidental wettings they started to like wearing the diapers, and would take less care to avoid the need to use them. After a few months their mother found that both girls would almost always be wet both in the morning, and after their car rides to and from school. The girls even asked to be allowed to wear diapers on other occasions, such as when they were playing outside in the winter when they wore all in one ski-suits. While thinking this strange their mother decided it was just a phase, and expected them to grow out of it. In the meantime her own bladder was becoming increasingly dysfunctional, and after having a few accidents herself on the long journeys, she joined her daughters in wearing diapers for the trips to school.

This went on until the twins were twelve, and one of the girls at school asked Mika why she and her sister always smelled of pee. Being at an age when they were sensitive about these things, the girls with typical determination gave up deliberately using their diapers, and after a few mishaps, and a couple of weeks of being dry and they stopped wearing them.

This continued until they were seventeen and were in their final year in high school. The work load to get the grades they needed to be accepted into Tokyo University was very great. They had many hours of homework a night, and to help them get through it they found themselves drinking large quantities of highly caffeinated soda. This led to a frequent need to visit the bathroom, which they found very disruptive to their studies. On occasion, while trying to finish a chapter or an exercise, they found themselves holding on for to long before going, and they wet themselves. Also if they were very tired and very hydrated when they slept at night, they sometimes wet the bed. The doctor said this was quite common among girls their age who were under a lot of stress, and said the only real choice was to ease up on their studies, otherwise they would just have to put up with it.

It dawned on them that they were by no means alone in their problem, when a girl in their class who they were friendly with wet her pants during a physics lesson. Then they began to notice used disposable diapers in the trash in the bathrooms at school, and another friend revealed that she was wearing diapers. In response the girls decided that wearing diapers again was the only realistic course of action for them. As they got used to wearing the diapers again, they remembered how much they enjoyed the sensation of wetting themselves, and this encouraged them to have more accidents. In the years when they had been out of diapers they had discovered their sexuality, and as they spent almost all their time with each other they had learned to masturbate together. Often when they lay in bed at night, they would describe their fantasies to each other as they pleasured themselves.

Hirome’s fantasies usually involve the older boys at school or her favorite pop stars, where as Mika would go back and forth between both boys and girls. Hirome surprised Mika when one long winter night shortly after their eighteenth birthdays, she described how she wanted to change the wet diaper of their school friend Akiro and then stick her fingers in her pussy. At this thought Mika pushed her hand into her diaper and masturbated ferociously. As she came, she peed in her diaper and savored the warm wet sensation of her pee flowing over her body. From then on both girls would increasingly fantasize about being with other girls who wore diapers.

Hirome had told their friend Akiro that they too were wearing diapers, and Akiro told her that another girl in the same class called Yoko, had revealed to her that she also started to wear them. Over the next few weeks the four had become closer friends, however, what Mika and Hirome did not discuss with their new friends, were the fantasies they concocted regarding the other two girls. The girls had a short break from school in early March, and Akiro invited the other three to her house for a sleep over. It turned out that Akiro’s parents and younger brother were going away to visit her grandmother, and after pleading she had too much studying to do, they agreed to her being left behind.

The night of the sleep-over came and the four girls drank Sake and watched horror Videos. At the end of the second Video ,Akiro announced that her diaper was wet and she was going to change. Hirome said she would come with her as she was wet too. Mika noticed that Yoko was sleeping and decided to check her diaper. Looking up her short black skirt it was obvious even through her white panties that the diaper was swollen and the wetness markers were completely wiped out. It was also obvious from the smell that Yoko’s diaper was not just wet. This was Mika’s first experience of a pooped diaper since her early teens when she had helped with her youngest sisters occasional accidents on the way home from school.

She woke Yoko and led her away to another bathroom. She stripped the rather drunk and still groggy Yoko of her skirt and panties, then took off her messy diaper and started to wipe her behind. Fortunately for Mika Yoko’s poop was fairly solid an did not smear too much and she soon had her fairly clean. Mika found that dealing with the shit did not gross her out as she thought it might, it was no worse than dealing with her own poop. Yoko stood still and allowed Mika to wash her vagina and the rest of her lower body. Emboldened by this Mika kissed Yoko on her mouth and started to push her finger into Yoko’s hole. The stimulation was waking up Yoko, who then started to respond by kissing Mika back, and fondling Mika’s small but firm breasts.

After a minute or two, Mika who had up to then kept her diaper dry, was overcome by an overwhelming urge to pee. Pulling up her short plaid skirt she took Yoko’s hand and pushed it into her diaper. Yoko reached down over Mika’s small mound of pubic hair and placed her fingers close to her pee hole, immediately Mika began to pee hard, her hot pee ran over Yoko’s hand and into her diaper and over her vagina and butt. Yoko’s hand and the force of her pee caused a major leak and pee ran down her legs over her socks and onto the floor. Not caring she continued to pee, and the combination of her wetting and Yoko’s hand brought her to an orgasm on the spot. Yoko pulled of Mika’s panties and diaper together, and threw them in the floor. She grabbed a couple of large towels dragged Mika into the attached bed room, where laying on the towels they fingered each other to further climaxes.

They lay together in each others arms and Mika asked Yoko, “Do you poop in your diaper very often?”

“I only normally do it at home when I’m alone, if I am feeling too lazy to go to the bathroom” said Yoko, “I was just so comfortable watching the movie that I did it without thinking about it.”

“So you do it deliberately, do you like it?” Asked Yoko.

“It does feel kind of nice, I like to let it squish up against my butt, but cleaning up can be a problem so I don’t do it a school or anything. I sometimes used to do it in my panties when I was eight or nine, so when I began to wear diapers for my wetting problem, I kind of started again. How about you do you ever poop in your diapers?”

“No I had a few accidents in my panties a couple of years ago but that was just a bad upset stomach.” Said Mika.

“Oh I don’t think that’s the same, If I ever have a diarrhea accident I change and shower straight away, more solid poop is much nicer.”

Hirome came into the room wrapped in just a large white cotton towel and said, “Akiro is running the hot tub, please come and join us.” Seeing the two girls almost completely undressed Hirome realized what had been happening and wanting to let her sister know that she too had been lucky, let her towel drop and revealed a hickey on her right breast.

“Great idea let us clean up some more and we’ll be with you.” said Yoko.

“Oh don’t worry about that were all very grotty. The tub will take care of it come on.” Said Hirome.

The girls bathed each other and drank more Sake and after some more fumbling sex put on their diapers and went to bed. The next morning Hirome woke up early, besides her on the futon lay Akiro who was still fast asleep. Hirome had the first bad hangover of her young life and felt that she wanted to die. Her head and stomach hurt and her mouth was dry and had an awful taste in it. Next to her futon was a half-drunk glass of water which she sipped down, then she lay back on the bed again and closed her eyes. She needed to pee and realized that her diaper was fairly wet already. She also needed to poop but decided that could wait. So she took a chance on her diaper holding out and not leaking, and she slowly started to wet her diaper. She felt around the edges checking it for leaks as she wet, then as she was peeing she felt her bowels release, and without realizing it she pushed a five inch log into her diaper. ‘Oh no,’ she thought and started to lift herself out of bed to get to the bathroom, straight away a massive pain hit her head and she fell back onto the bed. By now she had finished peeing and luckily the diaper had held out without leaking. Hirome was torn between wanting to get up and change her poopy diaper, and the desire to lie in bed and not move. For the next hour or so the hangover won, and she lay in her poop, oddly it felt kind of pleasant as it flattened out and pressed against her small behind.

Much later that morning Hirome had recovered enough to drive, and the twins set off in their small Honda and headed back to the farm. They were still quite hung over and the journey was quiet, telling the details of the previous nights adventures would have to wait until they felt better. Mika, who was sitting back half asleep in the passenger seat, started to feel the urge to poop. Realizing that they had over an hour to drive left, and in her hung over condition not relishing the idea of using a smelly roadside stop or a gas station. She started toying with the idea of pooping in her diaper. The memory of what Yoko had told her about her messy accidents made her think more and more about it, and in the meantime the discomfort in her bowels grew.

Thinking how she could convince her sister messing herself was a complete accident, she waited until they passed a stopping place with a restroom, and a mile or two later Mika said, “Look for somewhere to stop will you I desperately need to crap.”

“We just missed somewhere you’ll have to hold it,” replied Hirome.

“I’ll try but I will poop my diaper if we don’t stop soon.”

Hirome thought about her accident that morning and thinking her sister needed to share the experience said, “Well go ahead if you’re that desperate, my nose is a little blocked up anyway so you won’t smell too bad.”

Minutes later Mika was sitting with a sheepish smile on her face. “I just pooped my diaper and there’s nothing you can do about it.” She said.

This was the first real night of both girls diaper sex lives, and from this they had never looked back. Throughout the rest of their school year and through college they became expert at spotting girls who wore diapers. In the pressure cooker world of Japanese academic life this was surprisingly common, many girls wore them for convenience, others had genuine control problems, others still found it a great way to relieve the incredible stress in their lives. The twins would befriend any diaper wearing girl they identified, and if she was responsive one or other of them would try to make love to her.

In this way they had developed quite a large circle of diaper loving friends in Japan, many of whom they kept up within graduate school, and in their first jobs with the Japanese Space agency. By this time they were very dependent on diapers for peeing, but despite an occasional indulgence they could still control their bowels. When they realized, they would have a chance to train as astronauts in the US, they knew it was time to regain bladder control. As avid students of all matters related to wetting, they knew they needed to exercise their bladder muscles, and they practiced starting and stopping their flow as they peed. They often still wore diapers especially with their circle of friends, but within a few months they were confident they could pass the physical tests needed to become trainee astronauts.

They fondly remembered the large party that was thrown by their friends before they left for America, when several dozen girls had shown up wearing diapers. This meant that life among the astronauts had been quite a shock to them. Suddenly they found themselves in a world where no one else as far as they knew wore diapers, with the exception of the MAGS. They keenly listened to any conversations concerning MAGS to see if they could pick up any hint of anyone who liked using them. They had spotted Beate’s apparent diaper rash in the shower, and when they had invited Beate over to their apartment, Mika had deliberately left out one of the Japanese diaper magazines they collected, but if she had looked at them she gave no hint of interest.

When Rachel had asked them to come on the riding weekend, they were hoping that something might break. They guessed that Rachel and Pat were lovers, and a very drunk Mark Karnacki had hinted to Mika that Natasha had a liking for wet sex. They didn’t have a plan on how they were going to let the others know they were into diapers, but new if the chance came they would leap at it.

Fifteen minutes later Hirome spotted a sign rest area ten miles ahead, and said, “you go ahead and change your diaper now and I’ll stop at that rest area and let you drive while I change mine.”

“How am I going to change in the car without getting poop everywhere,” said Mika?

“Put some newspaper on the seat, use plenty of tissues and wet wipes and clean yourself good, and line your undies with some tissues in case you miss some.”

“Can’t I have another diaper we still have along way to go and I will soon need to pee again.”

“If you want but you have to take it off before we get there.”

Mika took off her short black skirt and stretch lycra full cut panties, then sat in the passenger seat in just her wet and messy diaper and her tee-shirt. She spread a couple of sheets of newspaper and several tissues under her behind and ripped of the tabs of her fitted brief. Trying to keep as much poop in her diaper as possible she took it from underneath her and put it in a plastic bag. She then wiped herself with as much as possible throwing the dirty tissues and wet wipes into the bag. When she was clean, she pulled a clean diaper from her bag and pulling the shit stained newspaper away with one hand she put the diaper under her butt with the other. After putting the rest of her tissues and dirty newspaper in the bag, she adjusted her diaper and taped it up. By the time she had replaced her panties and skirt Hirome was pulling into the parking lot at the rest area.

Chapter Thirteen Riding

Around five-thirty A.M. Rachel heard the alarm go of and she reached over Pat to switch it off. As she did so she became aware that she was still wearing the diaper she had put on the night before. She also noticed Pats diaper was lying on the floor. ‘Pat must have gotten hot and taken it off, what a pity,’ she thought. Then a closer look as her eyes adjusted to the light revealed that it was wet. ‘Wow she must have wet it and then taken it of.’ Laying back in bed for a moment she realized that her own diaper was dry, and was a little disappointed. She knew she needed to pee and was just about to get up and head to the bathroom when she thought. ‘What the hell I might not get a chance again for a few days.’ She then pulled up the diaper to make sure it fitted snugly, and started to pee slowly into it. She savored the warmth as the piss flowed around her filling every nook and cranny of the diaper as it did so.

As Rachel finished peeing, Pat began to stir, and still drowsy leant over and kissed Rachel on the cheek. “Morning honey,“ she said as she pulled the covers of and started to climb out of bed.

“Damn it! I must have leaked,” said Natasha from the other side of the bed, as she pulled the covers off her side, revealing a dinner plate size wet patch under her behind.

“I did as well. That’s why I took my diaper off.” Said Pat.

At that moment Rachel realized that her tee-shirt was getting wet as her own diaper began to leak. “God I’m leaking too!” she said. “You really need soakers and plastic pants for night times if you don’t want to leak.”

“What are we going to do, If they find three wet patches, they will surely know they weren’t all real accidents?” said Pat, “and this place must stink with all the wet clothes from yesterday.“

“At least the mattresses are well-protected I bet we’re not the first to do this here,” said Natasha.

“I guess we leave a big tip and hope they are discrete.” Said Rachel. “Come on we need to get going. Breakfast is in less than half an hour. As for the twins God knows, lets hope Beate’s right”

An hour later the twins pulled up to the ranch house and were met by Pancho. Rachel volunteered to take them to the bunk house to let them freshen up change into their riding clothes. As they walked into the bunk house, they noticed the faint pee smell, and saw the beds with the covers pulled back with the wet sheets exposed to dry. Mika turned to Hirome and gave a wry smile.

Ten minutes later Rachel left the twins to it, and was waiting back at the ranch house with Pat and Natasha. “I think we might be in luck those two were definitely a bit ripe smelling when they got here, and their truck smells of shit.”

“Well that’s a relief.” Said Pat, “but I draw the line at scat, I’m barely getting used to the idea of wetting myself.”

“I agree with you.” Said Natasha.

Rachel just smiled to herself and said, “here come the twins now just in time, we should head over to the stables.”

At the stables they were met by Pancho’s twenty one-year-old daughter Lisa, who was to act as their guide during the day. Their horses were being held by Courtney and Christina, who were eighteen-year-old high school students who worked part time at the ranch as stable girls. Lisa went through the plan for the day, outlining what would be expected of them and what was not allowed. “Remember to drink plenty of water. It’s going to be a hot one today.” She reminded them. “When we get back, we have a treat lined up for you. The local high school girls formation riding team will be practicing their routine this afternoon in the corral, and as they have a show on Monday it will be in costume and we will run through the whole display.”

Courtney and Christina introduced them to the horses, and they saddled up. Shyly Courtney asked Pat. “Is it true that all you guys are Astronauts?”

“Yes it is.” Replied Pat.

“Oh-mi-god that’s totally awesome.” Said Christina, “would you er like mind answering a few questions when you get back. I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like in space.”

“We would love to, but were all rookies here except Natasha, she’s the only one who really knows what it’s like.” Said Rachel.

“If this horse behaves himself, I will answer all the questions you want.” Said Natasha.

“Oh he will he’s the best, see you later,” replied Courtney.

The two stable girls turned and walked back toward the stable, and five pairs of eyes checked out their nubile young bodies, paying special attention to their tiny but curvaceous behinds which were clad in tight fitting jeans.

Mika said to Hirome in Japanese. “Their cute young things but I don’t see any diapers do you.”

“Hey it doesn’t matter they’re way too young for you, so you can look but you better not touch.”

They rode away from the ranch house past a group of hands, who were cutting out calves for branding, and headed over a small ridge which left them out of sight of civilization. Forty five minutes into their ride Natasha’s bladder was aching, and she knew she would need to stop and pee immediately if she was not going to wet herself. Perhaps foolishly she was not wearing a diaper, and was determined to avoid wet pants, both for comfort and to avoid embarrassment.

“Hey how about a pee-break, I’m bursting.” She yelled out.

“OK lets have a stop under those trees.” Said Lisa. Who galloped ahead urging the astronauts to follow.

They dismounted and tied their horses to some low hanging branches. Natasha quickly dropped her jeans and navy bikini panties and was making a puddle in the dry dirt. The others more slowly followed suit, with the exception of Pat who said she did not need to go yet. Lisa stepped away a little, from the others and dropped her khaki riding pants and white full cut panties revealing a belted absorbent undergarment. Then she squatted and pulled the crotch of the undergarment aside and let loose a strong stream of pee. After she finished, she pulled up her pants and realized that the others had been paying close attention to her diaper. “I have a little stress incontinence, and the bumping up and down when I’m riding means I usually leak a bit. Besides a diaper sometimes comes in handy if I’m working with the guys on the ranch, and there’s no where to hide if I need to pee.”

“Oh don’t worry about us we all wear diapers for our work to.” Said Pat.

“Really why’s that?” said Lisa.

Pat explained about MAGS and why was necessary for astronauts to wear them.

“Fascinating.” Said Lisa.

“She’s not too young and I think she might be a little gay, what do you make of that hair cut?” Said Mika to her sister, she was referring to Lisa’s rather severe short haircut.

Rachel in the mean time had discretely checked out the twins, as they peed together. She saw them paying attention to Lisa’s diaper, and she thought she spotted a fairly large skid-mark in Hirome’s yellow full cut panties, as she squatted and peed. Reporting back to Pat “I’m sure they are into something. Look at the way they keep checking people out.”

“What about that Lisa? It sure is a coincidence that she wears diapers to.” Replied Pat.

As the day wore on, they continued their ride through the dry countryside, almost constantly sipping bottled water as they rode. This meant that they also needed frequent pee stops along the way. At one of these, Lisa changed her undergarment in front of the others without batting an eyelid. Then she put the wet diaper in a plastic bag, and stuffed it into her saddle bag.

They stopped around eleven thirty and Pancho drove up to them in an old pick up truck, which contained water for the horses and a picnic lunch for the girls. While they were eating, Pancho took Lisa aside and said something to her out of earshot of the others. Lisa smiled from ear to ear when she heard this and returned to the group without saying anything.

“I bet she just told her about the state of the bunk-room.” Said Pat.

“Well if she did, at least they don’t seem mad about it.” Replied Rachel.

Natasha wandered up to Lisa and said. “Is that diaper comfortable to wear when on horseback, I mean especially when it’s wet, doesn’t it chafe at all and make you sore?”

“No it’s quite comfortable. In fact it presses against you in the right places and makes horse riding even more fun, if you know what I mean.” Said Lisa with a wry smile. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh please don’t tell anybody but I leak myself sometimes and I am worried I might have an accident. That’s why I keep stopping everybody as we are going along. I thought I might wear one myself tomorrow so I don’t need to worry about it.”

“Well why don’t you try it, if you’re uncomfortable you can always take it off.”

After lunch they headed back to the ranch house to get away from the heat of the midday sun as they rode Hirome and Mika chatted to Lisa and tried to find out more about her. It turned out that Lisa had just finished her Junior year at the University of Houston where she was studying management. The twins without coming out and directly asking her, managed to determine that she did not have a boyfriend, or was particularly interested in men.

The tired group was back in the bunk house around one thirty. They found the sheets changed and the beds made up, and the money they had left for the housekeeper was still there. Natasha checked her clothes bag and said. “Hey you guys my wet clothes are missing.”

“So are mine.” Said Pat

“Mine are to,” said Rachel, what’s going on?

“I don’t know but I think were busted.” Said Natasha, but I don’t think they mind.

“Mika and I are going to take a shower. If any of you guys want to as well, we will share one.” Said Hirome as she walked past the other three girls beds. The skid-mark in her panties even more obvious in the well lit room.

“Rachel and I can double up as well, do you want to go first Natasha?” Said Pat.

“No you guys go ahead, I need to lay still for a while and rest my bones.”

In their shower Mika and Hirome talked for a moment in Japanese as they washed each others slim bodies. Despite their current sexual frustration this was as intimate as they ever got with one another, this wasn’t really a sexual thing but just something they had always done for each other since they were little girls. “OK when we get dressed we put diapers on under our skirts and see what the others do.” Said Mika.

“OK but we have to stick with, the thin ones were meeting those schoolgirls later. I don’t want them to spot them.”

Next door Pat and Rachel were also discussing if and how they should bring up diapers with the twins. “Look they must have seen the wet beds this morning, and I saw them look at Lisa in her diaper.” Said Rachel, “and I’m sure they had wet and pooped themselves this morning when they got here. Why don’t we just come clean and tell them?”

“OK if you’re sure I don’t know about you, but I feel like wearing a diaper now. How about we just put them on and see what they say. Come on let’s get dressed.” Said Pat.

“Boy your getting into this diaper thing big time, I thought you were just doing this for my benefit.” Said Rachel.

“I guess I want to make up for lost time.” Said Pat. as she kissed Rachel on the lips.

The four women emerged from their showers at almost the same time, and stood and dried themselves together.

“Did you guys have fun today?” Asked Pat.

“Yes very much thank you.” Replied Hirome. “It’s some time since I rode a horse so my backside is a little sore.”

“Mine to.” Said Rachel, “I think it will need a little extra padding this afternoon to protect it.”

“That sounds like a very good idea.” Said Mika.

When they were dry, they wrapped towels around themselves and headed to the bunk room. Where Natasha was laying fast asleep on her bed, wearing just a plain white tee-shirt and a diaper. Mika and Hirome went to their lockers and started to dress. They first covered their small breasts with matching lacy white push up bras. Then Mika pulled two ultra thin pull-up diapers from a bag and passed one to Hirome. Together almost in step they stepped into the diapers and pulled them up covering their butts and their sparsely black-haired pussies. They adjusted their diapers to ensure a good fit, and put on stretch white full cut panties over their diapers. They then put on matching red and white check blouses and short denim flared skirts.

Over by their beds, Rachel and Pat started dressing the diapers that Natasha had brought with her. “We will need some more soon.” Said Pat. They were soon dressed in skirts and tee-shirts as well. “Pat looked in the mirror and said. ”Does this show too much?”

“No your OK honestly,” said Rachel. “No one here really cares anyway I’m sure. What do you think girls?”

“Oh you will be just fine like that but you should try some of these super thin ones. You can wear these under almost anything.” Said Hirome.

“Thanks, we’ll remember that.” Said Pat. “What time does the display start?”

“Oh I think about four.” Said Rachel.

“In that case I’m going to join sleeping beauty here in a nap.” Replied Pat.

“We only got a couple of hours sleep last night ourselves,” yawned Mika the relief of confirming the other three wore diapers had made her more relaxed and she was now feeling very sleepy. “That sounds like a good idea.“ She noticed that Hirome was already curled up on her bunk.

“I’m OK, I think I’ll head over to the town to see if I can find a drug store, were going to need more diapers, I think.”

“OK wake us up when you get back.” Said Pat.

Rachel found a small supermarket in the town and found a couple of packages of the fitted briefs worn by Natasha. She also found some diaper stuffers to help reduce night time leaks, then for good measure she picked up a fifth of Tequila, some Margarita mix, and a couple of packets of cigarettes. Then she set of to drive the twenty-five miles back to the ranch. Since she had left the ranch, she had realized that she needed to poop and had been fighting the urge to let go in her diaper. About half way back to the ranch she realized that she quite badly needed to pee, and decided she would wet herself. As she felt the warmth of her pee soak her diaper, she felt another cramp and really was struggling to hold back her poop. ‘Damn it!’ she thought and started to push out a six-inch solid log into her diaper. As she drove, she moved from side to side in her seat, mashing the shit into her diaper and butt crack. She remembered back to her school days and smiled to herself. ‘Pity Pat isn’t into this,’ she thought, ‘well maybe one day.’

Rachel pulled up at the ranch house when she saw Pancho standing outside. “High there,” she said as she rolled down the window.

“Are you enjoying the Lazy P?” asked Pancho, who walked over to the truck.

“Very much, Its so relaxing out here It’s a great break from our training routine.”

“Is there anything else we can do for you?” said Pancho.

“No look I’m sorry about the beds I’m afraid we got a little carried away last night.”

“Oh that’s no problem we get that all the time, a lot of our all women groups are like you guys, in fact we have a bit of a reputation in the Lesbian community. Don’t worry, just do what you like, I doubt if you will come up with anything Francine and I haven’t seen or tried ourselves. You can just leave any soiled clothing out, Francine loves to wash women’s under clothes the dirtier the better. She does them very carefully by hand. She’ll bring your things back a bit later. There’s just one rule, and I’m sure that you guys already know this, keep away from the stable girls and the riding team. They are all now just about of age, but they are still under my care, and even if sometimes they get a crush on the visitors, it’s up to you to resist them. Their mothers know about Francine and me, but they trust us completely and I don’t want that trust broken.”

“Don’t worry we have our own reputations to look out for, and your right about the crushes you should see some of the fan mail we get from schoolgirls.”

“Of course whatever that slut of a daughter of mine gets up to these days is up to her. I have to run the girls will be arriving for the practice soon, I’m the team coach you know.”

“Thanks Pancho, see you in a bit.”

Rachel went back to the bunk-room and tiptoed past the sleeping four, and went into the bathroom where she set about clearing up her wet and messy diaper. When she had dressed again, she went back into the bunk-room and woke the others. “Come on it’s time to go watch the girls ride.”

Ten minutes later they sat on the fence of the corral watching as the group of eight girls rode their ponies in formation. They rode round and round the corral crossing over in front of each other with perfect timing. They switched effortlessly back and forth between eight abreast and two rows of four abreast, and continued their superb performance with many expertly timed maneuvers. Each girl wore a black cowboy hat, a white frilly high-necked blouse and a long green and a white check skirt, that was pinned to the ponies tackle, to spread it out. “They all ride side saddle of course.” Said Lisa, who had joined the five astronauts on the fence on the fence.

“They’re very good.” Said Pat

“They were runners up in the state championship this year. Of course in my senior year we were the winners. Pancho’s had three state champions in the twenty years she’s been the coach.”

“That looks like so much fun,” said Mika, “I wish we could try it.”

“It takes years of practice, all of these girls started in grade school,“ said Lisa.

Later after a second full run through of the riding routine, Pancho called the riding team around her and gave a few words of encouragement. “That’s it,” said Lisa, "do you want to come over to the house for a drink before dinner. Francine fixes a wicked margarita.”

“Sounds good, I need to cool of,” said Pat.

“The girls can come into the house to ask their questions when they’ve put the ponies away,” said Lisa.

Pat Rachel and Mika went directly with Lisa to the ranch house, and were soon enjoying their margaritas. Hirome and Natasha were both wet and went back to the bunk house for a change of diaper. As they headed back Natasha briefly described the previous day's activities, and Hirome explained a little about the twins’ love of diapers and girls in diapers. Natasha explained about the threesome and how it had been fun but she felt awkward about coming between Rachel and Pat.

As they were changing Hirome said “Well if you like you can play with Mika and me, that’s unless Mika gets lucky with Lisa, then it’s just you and me.” Then when she had finished putting on her own diaper she walked over to Natasha and helped with the tapes on Natasha’s diaper, and then kissed her on the mouth. ”Come on those girls will be waiting and I’m ready for a drink.”

“So am I, and I think we might have some fun tonight.”

Back in the ranch house the riding team girls were beginning to drift in and they were given sodas, much to their disappointment. They asked the astronauts various questions about how they had become part of the space program, where they had been to school, and what was the training like. One girl asked how they went to the toilet on the shuttle, and Rachel explained how they used special funnels that gently sucked the water away.

The girl whose name was Krystal came back with, “I heard that you guys had to wear diapers.”

Rachel replied giving the stock The Agency answer to this common question. “Well that’s true some of the time like, when we do space walks or when we take of and land, it’s not possible to get to the potty for several hours. So just in case we wear special underpants called MAGS which are kind of like diapers. Of course we try not to use them.”

“Have you ever used yours?” Asked Krystal.

“I think that’s getting a little too personal,” butted in Lisa. “Any other questions?”

A pretty girl with dark haired called Jo, who was particularly well developed, asked Natasha. “If there’s no gravity in space do you need a bra?”

“Great question,” laughed Pat, “how about it?”

Natasha laughed and after a moment said. “Well the zero gravity does help you stay more comfortable without one, but I always wear one anyway. Because before this next one, all the flights I was on had male crews so I just wore it for modesty’s sake.”

The girls asked a few more questions, then the astronauts asked them about their school and how they came to be on the riding team. After about thirty minutes, Francine announced that the dinner was almost ready, and the riding team girls said good bye and headed home.

After a delicious dinner of, enchiladas, rice and beans washed down with margaritas and beer, the astronauts headed back to the bunk house. When they got there, they were pleasantly surprised to see that their clothes and been beautifully washed and ironed, and had been layed out on their beds by Francine. They also found a small stack of plastic and rubber pants in adult sizes as well as some cloth diapers. “They sure know how to look after you here.” Said Rachel as she related her previous conversation with Pancho.

“Come on let’s get changed and head outside and enjoy the rest of the evening,” said Mika. “Lisa will be coming over soon for a drink.” Hirome Mika and Rachel put on fresh diapers, mean while as they would be sitting outside Natasha and Pat chose to just wear panties under their skirts. Then they went outside to the camp fire area and Rachel and Pat mixed margaritas. “They’re not as good as Francine’s, but I’m too toasted to care,” said Pat.

They were joined by Lisa and they settled into the lawn chairs, as it was a more humid evening the heat did not drop off, and they did not bother with a fire. As they drank their drinks and smoked cigarettes, each of the girls talked about their wetting and diaper exploits of the past. Lisa explained she had inherited a love of diapers from her mother. Then she admitted that she played up her stress incontinence problem in order to have an excuse to wear a diaper when she was with people who were not into the scene.

“Hey Rachel, Look I’m sorry if that little bitch Krystal embarrassed you,” said Lisa, "she’s always been kind of nosy.”

“Think nothing of it, I nearly told her the truth that not only did I wet my MAGs but I had just wet the diaper I was wearing,” replied Rachel.

“I had an interesting conversation with young Courtney after that,” said Pat. “She told me that Krystal was always talking about diapers and things like that. In fact Krystal was trying to persuade the other girls to wear Nitenites bed-wetting pants under their skirts for Monday’s display. She apparently thought that they had to hang around for too long with no access to a bathroom at the parade site, and was worried about having an accident.”

“Well I guess I gave her some more ammunition for her argument,” said Rachel. “Was she having any success convincing the others?”

“Courtney did not say.”

“Well it makes sense to me,” said Lisa, “it will be hot and they will need to drink plenty of water, and she’s right about the toilets. The only ones there are miles away and they’re pretty gross.”

“Well that would be quite a sight, eight pretty teenagers all in diapers, I would pay to see that,” said Hirome. The booze had loosened her tongue a little.

“Your turning into a dirty old woman these days sister,” laughed Mika, "and you were the one who was telling me to leave the young girls alone.”

“It was only wishful thinking. I would never really go after anyone that young.”

After another round of drinks Lisa stood up and pulled up her short denim skirt, exposing her plastic panty clad cloth diaper. It was obviously soaked through, “well I need to change and I need to get up early tomorrow so I will bid you good night. Thank-you ladies, this evening has been a pleasure.”

“Hold on. I will walk up to the house with you. I need to see of I can walk of some of the stiffness from riding all day today,” said Mika.

Five minutes later Natasha said to Hirome, “I think I will turn in, I’m no fresh teenager, are you willing to put up with an even older and dirtier woman than yourself?”

“I have quite an imagination lets go,” said Hirome.

“I think Pat and I will stay here a while longer,” said Rachel.

When Natasha and Hirome had retired to the bunkhouse, Rachel said to Pat. “Come over here and sit on my lap a minute.” Pat stood up and walked over to Rachel and stood by her chair and stretched her arms above her head. Rachel slid her hand up Pat’s short khaki skirt and stroked her pussy through her white cotton panties.

“Hey you’re still dry,” said Rachel.

“Not for much longer, I’ve been hanging on but now I’m bursting.”

“Hold it another moment,” said Rachel who stood up reached under her skirt and pulled off her diaper, then she sat down again. “Right sit on me now and let’s see how long you can hold it.” Pat sat on Rachel’s lap and Rachel put her arms around her. Immediately Rachel started to tickle Pat.

“Hey stop that, that’s not fair,” yelled Pat, who felt her pee start to slowly leak out into her panties. The slow stream quickly became a torrent and the hot water spread through her undies then through Rachel’s skirt and into Rachel’s pussy and over her legs. Rachel who was enthralled by the sensation if being soaked by Pat’s hot pee, stopped tickling Pat, and pushed her hand between Pat’s legs. Then she pushed two fingers into Pat’s pussy through the crotch of her soaking panties. Pat continued to pee for several more seconds, and then as she finally stopped, she reached a tremendous climax.

They sat and rested for a little while, then Pat and Rachel swapped positions and Rachel wet herself on Pat’s lap as Pat fingered her to a climax. “Lets go in,” said Pat.

“No give them a bit longer on their own, besides I need to drink some water before I go to bed or I’m going to have an almighty hangover tomorrow.” Said Rachel.

“And I guess it won’t hurt the chances of you waking up in a wet diaper.”

“Well I don’t want to start wetting the bed for real, but that might be fun.” Said Rachel as she went to the cooler and retrieved two bottles of water.

[Aardvark]

Chapter Fourteen The Journalists

It was Sunday afternoon when Gloria walked up to the checkout section of her local drug store carrying a pack of pull-up diapers and a pack of overnight tape up diapers, ‘Damn! She thought to herself there’s a line, just my luck only one register open.’ After standing there for a few moments a pretty blonde woman of about thirty came and stood in the line behind her, carrying two packages of the same pull-up diapers. Gloria thought, ‘she looks familiar who is she?’

As the person in front of Gloria was being served, the woman quietly said to Gloria, “you too.” Gloria smiled and nodded shyly and placed her packages on the counter to be rung up by the checkout clerk. As Gloria left the store, she remembered who the person was standing behind her. Wow! Joanna Peeters wears diapers, that’s a turn up. Joanna was the star reporter for the Houston ABS Tv station WETS. Joanna was tipped to soon be picked up as a reporter for one of the National TV News organizations.

Gloria, her packages now double wrapped in plastic bags, decided to wait for Joanna in the parking lot. “I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to be rude, I still get embarrassed about buying them. Let me introduce myself Gloria Pei.”

“Joanna Peeters.”

“Yes I know, don’t you worry about being recognized?”

“I usually get my Mom to buy them for me but she’s out of town, but it’s no big deal really. Look, actually I know who you are as well, you’re the head of PR for the shuttle program.”

“Yes that’s right.”

“Are you in a hurry? If you have time, I would like to chat with you.”

“No, I’m not in any great rush, how about we stash these in our cars, and have a coffee in Barnes and Noble’s coffee shop,” said Gloria.

“OK.” Replied Joanna as she turned and walked away, Gloria spent a moment checking out Joanna’s blue-jean clad butt. ‘Hum, too tight I don’t think she’s wearing a diaper now, I wonder what her story is.’

Joanna already had her coffee as Gloria put down her cappuccino on the table and sat on the chair opposite Joanna. “Look, it’s not really what I wanted to talk about, but what’s your story with the diapers?” Asked Joanna.

“Oh occasional bed-wetting and I can’t seem to control myself when I’ve had a couple of drinks. It’s not really a big deal, but the diapers help especially now I have a full time partner, how about you, why do you need them?” said Gloria.

“Oh It’s mainly a work thing, in my line not having a cast iron bladder is a big handicap, to get a story you can spend hours waiting around places, often where there’s no access to a bathroom. I can’t bring myself to do it between cars, or behind trees, so I find a diaper is the best answer. Actually to be truthful, now we have a bathroom in the truck so I don’t really need them, but somehow when I’m working I don’t feel properly dressed without one.”

“Yes you do kind of get used to them, don’t you?”

“I hardly know that I’m wearing one to be honest, and with a tight fitting pair of plastic pants, you can just about get away with them under almost anything. My God I can’t believe I’m just talking to you about this stuff.”

“Oh don’t worry I won’t tell anyone, and we’re not the only ones, I know several women who wear diapers, and not all because they really need them. I’ll sometimes wear one myself just for convenience, and they come in handy on long car rides”

“Yes in my business it’s really common too, and I admit I never go to the movies without one, I hate having to get up and go half way through a good film.” Said Joanna, “but look, I really wanted to ask you about the Atlantis mission, I was wondering if there was some way we could get more access to the crew, It should be a great story, but without the human angle it’s hard to find something new to say about the story, now the novelty of the original announcement is beginning to wear off.”

“I understand what you are saying, but you know the schedule is really tight, and if we granted every interview request, we would never get off the ground. Look give me your business card, and I will talk to a couple of people and see what I can do.”

“Great, well I enjoyed our little chat, It’s kind of nice to speak with someone else who feels diapers are no big deal, like I do. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Two days later Joanna was waiting in The Agency media center in Houston waiting for the routine weekly press conference to start. Next to her was a tall attractive female journalist who she had not met before. “Hi I’m Joanna Peeters from WETS here in Houston, I haven’t seen you here before.” Said Joanna reaching out to shake hands

“Hi there, Vicki Falls from the Daily Fountain in the UK, it’s my first time here, I’ve come over to do an interview with Amanda Loos the British astronaut, I’m just trying to pick up some background information, to round out my story.”

“You got an interview, with one of the STS169 crew, that’s awesome, who did you have to sleep with to get that?”

“Oh Gloria Pei is too taken with her pretty friend Anita to be interested in me, so Amanda’s company had to twist the agency’s arm pretty hard, to get them to release her to do it, but BSAT is paying the bills for this mission so they had to listen. I’m taking her out to dinner in three days that’s the only time she’s available.”

“That’s great if you want any background stuff, I would be willing to help, the Agency and STS169 are some of the things I’m concentrating on at the moment.”

“Thanks, if I get anything decent out of her, I’ll let you have it as long as you wait until we publish in the UK, before you use it.”

“Of course, though I’m in TV, I really need something on camera to be of any real use to me, but thanks for the offer anyway. Look the press conference is about to start and I’m going to have to run when it’s over, would you like to have dinner tonight? We can swap notes.”

“That sounds pretty good to me, where do you want to meet.”

“Where are you staying?”

“In the Embassy Suites, just down the road from here.”

“That’s easy, there’s a small Mexican place close by that’s very good, how does that sound?”

“Great.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight, that’s not too late for you is it? Here’s my card, call me on my cell phone if anything comes up.”

“Sounds good.”

Joanna was wrapping up at work around seven thirty, she had hoped to get away after the 6pm local news, but she had to go out to cover a school bus accident. The accident turned out to be nothing more than a fender bender, and after the anchor had built up the story by giving it a dramatic lead in, Joanna was left with thirty seconds to report that nothing much had really happened, and everybody was OK. The accident meant that she would not have time to go and change from her navy blue business suit to the jeans she would have preferred.

The delay also meant she was still in her diaper and plastic pants, normally it would not have been a problem to wear them in the evening, except that she had been thinking about Vicki all day. Her thoughts focused on Vicki’s statement about Gloria not being available to sleep with her. Was she joking, or would she really have slept with the well-known lesbian Gloria, to get the story? Joanna had been thinking hard about her own sexuality recently, she had been mostly straight in her relationships so far, but had not been able to settle into a satisfactory relationship with a man. She had realized that many of her boyfriends had been wealthy and well-connected people who had been able to help her career, rather than people she was deeply attracted to. Over the last few months she had not been in a relationship, and she had begun to understand that her fantasies were almost always directed toward other women.

It had been several years since she slept with another woman, and she realized she had until recently deliberately suppressed her desires toward women. Joanna had come to the conclusion that she probably was a lesbian at heart, and to be happy in life, she should act on this. As a well-known person in Houston she was reluctant to take part in the lesbian scene, she had thought of personal adds, but had never summoned up the courage to try them. Now here was Vicki someone from out of town, and it seemed like a great chance to be with a woman without risking complications. She wanted to change out of her diaper, because she did not want risk a sexual encounter not happening, due to Vicki freaking out after discovering she wore diapers.

She headed to the bathroom to take her diaper off, she had spare panties in her purse and she intended to put them on. As she walked to the ladies, room she saw the door propped open and the sign, ‘male cleaner inside,’ hung from the door handles. ‘Damn it I’m already late, I can’t wait any longer.’ She thought, ‘Come on nothings going to happen tonight anyway, snap out of this fantasy world, just enjoy your dinner with Vicki. Look anyway if it starts to look promising I’ll change in the restaurant’

Joanna pulled up in her Porsche Boxter convertible outside the reception to the Embassy at five past eight, where Vicki was waiting outside, dressed in a sleeveless top and a very short beige cotton skirt. Vicki had carefully chosen her outfit to show of her long slender legs to maximum effect. Though not above sleeping with a guy for a quick thrill, or to get a professional advantage from it, she knew she was a lesbian at heart, and she thought she had picked up some kind of like feeling from Joanna, but wasn’t sure. “Hi there, sorry I’m a bit late I got held up at work, I didn’t get a chance to change either, I’m not normally this formal in the evening,” said Joanna.

“Oh don’t worry about it, hey nice wheels, they must pay well in TV. Let’s get going I’m starving.”

After ordering a pitcher of Margeritas on the Rocks and the house special Burrito and Enchilada Combo, they sat down to relax and enjoy their drinks. They chatted for a few minutes then Joanna decided to use the rest room, ‘I can take this diaper of while I’m there,’ she thought. As she strolled to the rest room and was stopped by a waitress, who said, “sorry there’s a problem with the bathrooms, it will be fixed in a few minutes.”

“OK I’ll wait, but not to long.” Said Joanna who thought to herself, ‘damn I might need this diaper after all.’

Joanna had returned to the table just as the food was being served, and had explained what was going on to Vicki, when Umberto the owner of the Cantina Aqua Amarillo, walked up to them and said, “I’m sorry but the problem with the bathroom cannot be fixed tonight, the pipes are blocked and they have to bring a machine to unblock them. We will have to close the restaurant now. Of course there will be no charge for your meals tonight.”

“Pity I’m really hungry.” Said Vicki.

“I’m starving too, is it all right if we stay and finish up our dinners Umberto?” Asked Joanna.

“I guess that’s OK if you want.” Replied Umberto.

“Will you be alright?” asked Vicki.

“I’ll manage, it won’t take long to finish up, there’s a bar a few blocks away, where we can use the facilities and have another drink when we’re done here. Will you be OK?”

“Yes I’m fine.” Said Vicki, who was beginning to sense the need to pee, but decided that she could hang on long enough. ‘This might just get interesting, I wonder about her, that could have been the rustle of plastic pants I heard as she sat down.’

Joanna and Vicki talked about the astronauts training regime, and the schedule for the upcoming flight as they ate their dinners. After a minute or two of silence Joanna said, “of course the really interesting story is, what makes these women tick. That’s the one the agency and the astronauts themselves will never let be written.”

“I understand what you mean, we have all the biography stuff with the high achievements in school and their jobs, and all the really interesting hobbies they claim to have. But why are they all single, I don’t think any of them even have a boyfriend.” Said Vicki.

“One is a widow, but none of the others have ever been married, if you listen to the rumors I suspect some of them are gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but imagine what that would do for the agency’s image in middle America.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, but I couldn’t find anything like that about Amanda Loos, as far as I know she’s celibate, I mean nuns have a better sex life than that girl. By the way for the record I’m a lesbian myself, but I’m not really into the whole dyke scene and I don’t broadcast it to the world. ”

“Good I always thought of myself as basically straight with some bisexual tendencies, but lately I think I’ve come to know I’m really a lesbian myself.” Said Joanna, who was becoming torn between her desire to carry this conversation to an end, and the increasingly desperate needs of her bladder. She did not want to have to deal with a wet diaper in a bar restroom with a potential lover in the stall next door.

“We really make quite a pair trying to figure those women out, it sounds like were oddballs just like them.” Said Vicki, “come on eat up, I need another drink and I need to have a pee before that.” Vicki was becoming more and more conscious of her own bladder’s need for relief.

“Oh sorry what was that,” said Joanna as she finished releasing a long slow pee into her diaper. She had learned by trial and error that a massive flood into the relatively low capacity pull-ups would lead to leaks, so she had perfected her technique of slowly releasing her pee. She savored the feeling as her hot pee flowed through her diaper up her front and back, this was intensified by her heightened state of sexual arousal that the last few minutes conversation had created. ‘It’s a nice feeling when you wet, but wow it never felt this good before, I’m going to have to try this again sometime,’ Was Joanna’s initial reaction to her accident, ‘hang on though, what happened here I didn’t intend this to happen, God! I hope I’m not becoming incontinent. It was probably just the booze and holding on to long. Now I am going to have to change myself in the bar, I really filled my diaper it will show for sure, hope Vicki doesn’t notice.’

“Lets go I need to pee,” replied Vicki. ‘What got into her all of a sudden, she was totally out of it for a minute there, I wonder if she wet herself,’ thought Vicki.

“OK I’m done with this lead on,” said Joanna.

Vicki stood up and moved away from the table, then paused and waited for Joanna to follow, then she said “Damn forgot my handbag.” And reached back to grab it. This foiled Joanna’s plan of walking behind Vicki through the narrow gaps between the tables, and she had to lead the way. Vicki took the opportunity to inspect Joanna’s butt, ‘no doubt that’s a wet diaper,’ she thought as she saw how Joanna’s pee had greatly expanded the material in the diaper, and a flat shape was obvious in the area where her diaper had touched the hard seat. The bulk of her wet diaper was also causing Joanna to walk a little stiffly.

‘She’s too embarrassed to open up about this to me, If I do nothing, she’ll go home as soon as she gets the chance,’ thought Vicki. As they walked out into the sultry Houston evening, and headed toward the car, Vicki held back a little and as Joanna was about to unlock the car she stood about ten paces back and yelled. “Oh damn, I’m sorry Oh God No!” Joanna turned to see Vicki standing still with her legs together with her hands covering her face. A torrent of yellow pee was streaming between her legs soaking her calves and her sandal clad feet. “I’m so sorry, God this is so embarrassing,” she cried.

“Oh don’t worry It’s my fault we shouldn’t have stayed in the restaurant, there’s no one around, it will be all right,” said Joanna as she ran to Vicki’s side. As Vicki’s pee stopped flowing, she stood still, apparently transfixed, in her two feet wide puddle of urine. “Come on get in the car I’ll take you back to the hotel.”

“I’ll wet your seat, Oh Jesus! What am I going to do? I feel so bloody stupid, I should never have taken a chance like that without my nappies.”

“Without your what?”

“You know diapers, I need them when I can’t get to the loo easily.”

“Look, don’t worry about the car, It really is my fault, I am wearing a diaper and I took a chance I would not have taken without it, now I feel bad because you’re embarrassed, but come on let’s go, my bottoms very wet to, and I need to change. Look if you want, I have some pull-ups in the trunk, you can wear one in the car, it will protect your skirt as well, it’s only a little wet round the hem.”

Joanna opened her trunk and produced a pull-up diaper which she gave to Vicki who was now standing by the car. “Thanks so much, I’ll just pull it on over my panties.” Said Vicki, who was calmer now. Shielded by the open car door Vicki quickly stepped into the diaper and had it pulled up over her pale pink cotton briefs very quickly. Joanna did get a quick look at the area darkened by Vicki’s urine that had spread through her crotch and covered much of her behind. “Let’s go,” said Vicki as she sat in the car and pulled the door shut.

Joanna parked outside the Embassy Suites after the short ride from the restaurant, during which neither woman had much to say. She said to Vicki, “Do you mind if I come in for a minute? I need to pee again, and this diaper isn’t going to hack it.”

“Of course you can, actually, I was hoping this wasn’t the end of the evening, it’s still quite early.” Replied Vicki.

“Great I thought you would be too upset with me.”

“No, don’t be daft, wet knickers and nappies have always been part of my life, I don’t really worry about it, unless it happens somewhere really embarrassing. Why don’t we get changed and go out somewhere?”

“I guess we must be a bit smelly guessing from how that couple in the elevator looked at us,” said Joanna as they entered Vicki’s suite at the hotel.

“Don’t worry about them, I feel hot sweaty and stinky, and I kind of like it,” said Vicki. “Do you want a drink, I have some beer in the fridge?”

“No those Margeritas were enough for me I’m driving, do you have any water?”

“Yes help yourself there’s some in the fridge, get me one to, please.” Said Vicki as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

“I need the bathroom first.” Said Joanna as she looked at Vicki’s long tanned legs and the contrast of the white diaper. ‘I never thought of a diaper being sexy before,’ she thought as she went into the bathroom.

“Of course go ahead I’m OK for now, I finished up emptying my bladder in this nappy you gave me.”

“I’ll leave the door open so we can chat.” Said Joanna as she slipped the blue skirt of her suit over her butt, and down around her ankles. Next she pulled of her hose and stuffed it into her purse. She then pulled her plastic pants and diaper down together and sat on the toilet, immediately she released a strong stream of pee into the waiting bowl.

Vicki walked into the bathroom and said, “I brought you your water, look I’ve had enough to drink myself, why don’t we just go for a ride in your car, It’s a lovely evening now that it’s cooled down a bit. Do you mind if I change in here?” before Joanna could reply Vicki had pulled down her wet diaper and pink panties and she stepped out of them leaving them on the bathroom floor. Joanna kicked of her shoes and pulled her wet diaper and plastic pants over her feet. She stood up naked from the waist down a few beads of pee trapped in her sparse blonde pubic hair.

“Do you want to take shower?” asked Vicki who had reached into a large black bag and produced a disposable diaper. “I’m not taking any chances this time, these hold plenty, but they are kinda hard to hide though.”

“I won’t shower if your not going to bother, I don’t mind being a bit smelly, we’re not going anywhere with company are we? Joanna reached for her purse and opened it, and removed her spare pull-up diaper, and looked at it then she looked at the twenty-ounce bottle of water Vicki had given her. “You know what, could I have one of yours? I don’t think this one will hold enough, that food has left me feeling thirsty.”

Both women had quickly taped themselves into their diapers, Joanna retrieved her plastic pants from the floor and pulled hers on over her diaper. Vicki took a pair of white full cut stretch panties from her drawer and squeezed them on over diaper Joanna put on her skirt and smoothed it over her diaper-covered bottom, while looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. “Does this diaper make me look fat?” she asked in a self mocking voice.

“Yes,” replied Vicki who walked over and punched Joanna in the arm, to say just kidding. Joanna pulled Vicki toward her and gave her a hard smack on her heavily padded butt, than she put her arm round Vicki’s waist and pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. “Come on finish getting dressed I want to show you Houston at night.” Said Joanna. “By the way it’s my day off tomorrow, and I don’t need to be home early, so there’s no rush on my part.”

“I have nothing big planned either, so lets make the most of it.” Replied Vicki.

Joanna had been so exited about what she expected from the night ahead that she had hardly noticed the rustling sounds from the plastic-covered diapers, as she and Vicki walked through the hotel and out to her car soon they were speeding along the freeway with the wind in their hair taking frequent sips from their large bottles of water. “Can I ask you how long you have been wearing diapers Vicki?” asked Joanna

“On and off most of my life I guess. I wore them for chronic bed-wetting until I was about twelve, even then after that I had occasional wet beds so mum kept them for me to wear on holiday and on overnight visits. I always had lots of accidents during the day as well, so sometimes I was made to wear a nappy if mum thought I wasn’t trying hard enough, or if she knew we were going somewhere there would be trouble finding a loo. Mum didn’t really care as I inherited my small bladder from her anyway, I know she often wore a pad when she went out of the house. From about sixteen through college I just about managed without nappies, though I was still wetting my knickers and bed on occasion, especially once I discovered booze.” Vicki relaxed for a moment and drank a large gulp from her bottle.

“When I started out as a journalist I worked for a British tabloid, and I spent most of my time camped outside the houses of celebrities who had got themselves into some sort of bother. At the same time I developed a serious bottled water habit, some days especially if it was hot I would go through three or four liters, and I needed to pee often more than once an hour. There usually aren’t any public loos near celebrities’ houses, and the neighbors resent you being there, so they won’t let you in to pee. If you try going behind a car or something you could get arrested, especially if the coppers wanted you to move on anyway. So with my problems I started wearing nappies to work, it was the only way to make sure I got the story. If I needed to I would change my nappy in my car, it was kind of awkward, but I soon got used to it.”

“That’s exactly the same reason I started wearing diapers as well, I could not hold on when I had an outdoor assignment. I missed a big story because I went to find a bathroom, then I had a public accident trying to hold on so, after that I got some diapers and I’ve always worn them for work since, though now I don’t really need them because we have a toilet in the truck, but to be honest I just feel more confident with a diaper on,” said Joanna.

“I’m much the same, nowadays most of my work is indoors and on a fixed schedule so I can often get away without a nappy, but I just find them convenient sometimes, and with my water intake I still wet the bed sometimes so If I’m away from home I always wear one at night. To be truthful the only reason I didn’t wear one tonight, was because I wanted to get into your knickers.”

“Knickers I’m wearing a skirt.” Replied Joanna knowing full well what Vicki meant.

“Where I come from, knickers are underwear you silly cow.” responded Vicki.

“I know but your in America now, and actually I really wanted to change out of my diaper before I met you but didn’t get the chance, I was thinking about getting into your pants too,” said Joanna.

“Well hold that thought for a while,” Said Vicki as her bladder started to ask for relief. “I’m not quite ready to get back just yet, I want to get good and wet first.” Then as soon as she had spoken, Vicki gulped back more water.

Joanna was getting more excited as the conversation continued, and she moved slightly in her seat and felt the compressed crotch of her diaper rub against her pussy. This made her realize she was already very wet down there, despite not yet having peed, as she thought of the accident she had in the restaurant and how exited it made her feel. “So it’s not always just a convenience thing for you then? Wetting yourself I mean,” asked Joanna, as she realized the water was having its effect and her bladder was filling rapidly.

“You mean, does it give me a thrill? You bet, I love how the warmth just washes over me I always have. I think if it didn’t like it, I guess I would more of an effort to avoid accidents. How about you?”

“I know that feeling when you first wet is really cool, and I love the idea of doing something kind of naughty without other people knowing about it, but today in the restaurant there was something more, it was really a sexual feeling. You ever have anything like that happen?” said Joanna.

“I do know what you mean, sometimes I pleasure myself after a good wetting, like if I get home and I’m still dry, I deliberately wet my nappy before getting my vibrator out.” Said Vicki as she reached under her skirt and pressed her diaper into her vagina, sensing she was ready to pee, she relaxed and let the hot urine spew from her pee hole. She almost climaxed on the spot as it quickly spread over her pussy and around her butt. Her hand stayed under her skirt for several more seconds as she gently massaged her clitoris through the heavy drenched diaper. “Wow! I almost came without trying.” She cried out.

“Did you just wet?” asked Joanna as she saw that she was approaching a stretch straight of the freeway which was almost clear of traffic.

“Yes it was terrific, how about you are you still dry?”

“Not for long.” Replied Joanna as she pulled her skirt up to almost the top of her legs. “Want to feel, I’m going to need both hands on the wheel!” she yelled as the engine of the Boxter roared, and it sped from a sedate sixty-five to more than one hundred mph in a few seconds. After being pushed back into her seat Vicki reached across and placed her left hand on Joanna’s plastic-pants-covered diaper. As Vicki cupped the front of Joanna’s diaper and slid her fingers between it and the leather car seat, Joanna began to pee with abandon. Vicki felt the diaper get hotter as the pale yellow liquid flowed through the absorbent material.

“Yes! Oh my! Yes! Oh! Yes!” screamed Joanna as Vicki pushed her fingers hard into Joanna’s soaking diaper rubbing it hard against her pussy. As Joanna finished her pee she eased of the gas, and let the car slow down to about seventy-five.

They cruised without saying anything for a couple of minutes when after finishing her bottle of water Vicki said. “Right enough of this driving bullshit I want you to take me somewhere and screw my brains out.”

“Right on sister, I suggest my place, I don’t fancy wandering through the Embassy lobby in this diaper, it will be bloody obvious, its already pretty full and I’m nearly ready to go some more.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me, I think I will be leaking by the time we get back too.” Said Vicki as she opened a second bottle of water and passed it to Joanna.

Joanna led Vicki through the living room of her condo and into her bedroom, both walked a little awkwardly as their heavy saturated diapers pushed their legs apart. She said “Come into the bathroom and let’s get out of these diapers before they fall off completely.” Joanna kicked off her shoes and opened the door to the spacious bathroom and beckoned Vicki to come inside. She unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her plastic pants and removed it. “Look I’ve leaked so much there’s a pool in the bottom, I better undress in the tub.” She said as she pointed to the half inch of nearly clear pee in the crotch of her plastic panties.

“I’m as bad my skirts pretty wet on the behind where I’ve leaked look, I should have put my rubbers on as well,” said Vicki as she turned her back to Joanna, who was removing the white sleeveless top she had been wearing under her suit. Dressed only in her white bra, plastic pants and diaper Joanna climbed into the bathtub. Vicki who had stripped down to just her saturated diaper and a pink push up bra climbed in with her. Vicki stepped forward and grabbed the shorter Joanna around the waist, then she kissed her fully on the lips. They were locked in their embrace for two or three minutes as they gently rubbed against each other. Then Vicki raised her right knee and softly pushed it into Joanna’s crotch, pushing the accumulated urine around.

Joanna shivered slightly as she felt the coolness of the air conditioning against her sweaty body and hugged Vicki closely. Then she reached down to her waist with both hands and started to peel away her plastic panties over her diaper. “Here let me do that,” said Vicki as she placed her thumbs under the waist band.

“OK.” Replied Joanna as she started to tug at the tapes on Joanna’s diaper. Quickly Vicki had pulled down the plastic panties and the loose pee splashed into the tub, wetting Joanna’s feet, then she pulled the clear plastic pants down Joanna’s legs and Joanna stepped out of them. Next they had the diapers untaped and they allowed them to drop to the floor of the tub. Sidestepping the diapers Vicki embraced Joanna with her left arm, and placed her right hand over Joanna’s vagina. Joanna shivered again.

“Are you all right?” whispered Vicki who was feeling the cold of the air conditioning herself.

“I’m OK, just a little cold, I keep the air in here at sixty-nine,” said Joanna who had unclasped Vicki’s bra and pushed her face into Vicki’s medium sized breasts and was licking around her erect nipple.

“I’m a little cold myself, shall we turn the shower on?” replied Vicki.

“In a minute ooh your hand is cold, let me warm it for you.” Said Joanna and with that she started to pee full-force into Vicki’s hand.

“Oh yeah try this then.” Said Vicki, who had cupped both hands in Joanna’s stream and caught some of her pee. She then poured the pee over Joanna’s small breasts which were still clad in her white bra. She managed to catch another handful before Joanna stopped peeing, and she spread it over her own breasts. “Now I’ll really warm you up said Vicki, get on your hands and knees bitch.” Joanna did as she was told and Vicki lifted her leg over Joanna’s back. After settling herself she let loose a torrent of clear pee which starting cascading off Joanna’s slim back and butt. Vicki moved up and down to spread her piss all over Joanna, and occasionally she pushed her hand into her stream and splashed some pee over herself.

“Wow! That felt just tremendous, pity you can’t keep it up for long.” Said Joanna, “That’s the downside of my tiny bladder, I’m afraid. Hey is this a Jacuzzi?”

“Yes.”

“ Well what are we waiting for, let’s get this crap out of here and turn it on.”

Moments later the tub was filling with hot water as Joanna stuffed the diapers into a plastic sack and placed the wet clothes in the sink. Vicki removed her bra and squirted a little bubble bath into the water, then climbed in. Joanna took off he pee-soaked bra, placed it in the sink and climbed into the tub. The Jacuzzi was wide enough for each woman to lay side by side as they did so the jets of hot water played over their bodies warming them completely.

Joanna’s hands started to slowly explore Vicki’s body, she caressed her broad back, then her ample breasts playing for several moments with her large nipples, she moved down her stomach past her belly button through the luxuriant pubic hair to her vagina. Two fingers found Vicki’s clitoris and she began to rub slowly, Vicki who had been in a state close to orgasm for hours said, “harder I’m coming I’m coming.” Joanna responded by rubbing harder and faster and within seconds Vicki had orgasmed, which she followed be releasing a short burst of pee into the bath water. “Boy! That was tremendous you have a great touch, oh yeah I’m sorry but I just peed in the bath,” laughed Vicki.

“Hey whatever, I’m not sure if I know when I’m going to pee at the moment, and I don’t care.” Replied Joanna as she rolled onto her back. Vicki responded by slowly inching her fingers up the inside of Joanna’s legs, she pressed harder as her fingers passed the knee and went up the inside of Joanna’s slim thighs. Joanna in the mean time was caressing her own breasts with her left hand. “Go quickly,” she urged Vicki. Vicki’s fingers passed up Joanna’s inner thigh and into her pussy. Almost before Vicki could begin to massage Joanna’s clit, Joanna climaxed with an intensity she had not known in years.

For the next twenty minutes they relaxed in the hot tub, they let the water jets massage them, and they gently bathed each other all over. The talked little but sipped on bottles of water Joanna had brought in from the kitchen. “Time to get out I think, Im getting furrier than a cat.” Said Vicki.

“Hey I noticed, don’t you Brits believe in Bikini waxes,” teased Joanna as she shut off the water jets and pulled the plug in the tub. They stood up and slowly dried themselves off the with thick white towels that Joanna kept in her bathroom. “You will stay the night won’t you?” asked Joanna.

“Sure just don’t be surprised if I wet the bed. I’m so hydrated. I will be peeing all night.”

“Don’t worry about it I’m just the same, I might wet tonight myself, It happens sometimes if I get very drunk, I have a waterproof cover on the mattress and we can wear diapers as well. The only thing is all I have are the pull-up kind I have in the car. Like I told you, I’m really just a daytime convenience wetter”

“That’s OK, do you have more plastic pants?”

“Yes loads.”

“Well we’ll just double them up and hope up I guess. Here give me one now if you don’t mind, I’m not sure I totally trust myself not to have an accident at the moment.”

Joanna gave Vicki a diaper and decided one might make sense for her to, then she found Vicki a large tee shirt and short silk robe to wear. Then she dressed herself in her terry cloth robe and she collected Vicki’s wet clothes and put them in the washing machine. They snuggled and chatted on Vicki’s couch as the machine worked through its cycle, then Joanna put the clothes in the drier and they went to the bedroom.

“Are you wet again?” Asked Joanna.

“Yes I just got too comfortable to get up.”

“Me to, I hardly realized it was happening, it might be a while before I trust myself without a diaper.”

“Oh I find, when I’m in just knickers my control is normally OK, unless I let myself get desperate like tonight, I wouldn’t worry too much just yet.”

“Good I’m not totally sure I’m ready for twenty-four seven diapers yet, I have a few outfits I love, that I couldn’t get away with a panty liner underneath.”

“Well get that nappy off, lay on that king size bed and spread your legs I’m going to give your pussy the best licking it’s ever had in its life.”

Chapter Fifteen The Day Off

At eight-o-clock the next morning Joanna woke up to find Vicki snuggled up against her. Joanna felt a wet sensation against the top of her right leg and realized that Vicki’s plastic pants had leaked a little. Her own diaper was dry as she had been up in the night to change it, after she had woken for the second time needing to pee. Her diapers were already soaked from the first time she had woken, and not to disturb Vicki she just let go. The next time she woke she knew she had to use the bathroom or risk soaking the bed. Thinking, most of the water had worked its way through her system by now she settled for a single pull-up. She felt the familiar sensation of a full bladder and decided to quietly indulge herself. Over the next couple of minutes she peed for a few seconds and felt the luxuriant sensation of her pee being soaked up by her diaper. She repeated the start stop process rolling onto her tummy as she felt the back of the diaper become saturated, as she did so a little pee escaped from the side of her diaper and added to the wet patch between her and Vicki.

Vicki stirred and opened one eye and looked at Joanna, as she began to wake she felt the familiar sensation of a heavily wet nappy between her leg, then she noticed the cool wet area touching her belly and upper legs where her diaper had leaked. “Morning sweetie,” she mumbled as she pulled herself over and sat up on her elbows. “Looks like, I leaked a bit in the night.”

“Never mind like I said it’s well protected, I’m a bit leaky as well I was warm and I left of my plastics off when I changed in the night, and these don’t work that great lying down.” Said Joanna. “Are you ready to get up yet?”

“Yes these diapers have been wet a long while and I’m getting pretty itchy, and I need to pee again.” Replied Vicki as she pulled the comforter away to reveal her pink translucent plastic pants covering her diapers. The bottom of her tee-shirt was also very wet as well as the sheet under her. “Come on let’s get showered and we can decide what we want to do today.”

After showering together, the women ate a light breakfast of coffee toast and orange juice on the balcony of Joanna’s third floor condo. Dressed in her white terry cloth robe and white silk full cut panties, Joanna stood up looked out at the outdoor pool and said. “Boy it’s going to be hot today, I think we have a choice between, a nice cool museum, or laying out by the pool.”

“I think a nice lazy day by the pool don’t you. I’m still a little jet lagged as well as being exhausted from last night.” Replied Vicki as she joined Joanna by the balcony. Vicki who was dressed in a long tee-shirt which just covered her pull-up diaper, then said to Joanna. “Hey what’s that guy up too, by the pool.”

“I don’t know that’s Joey from the maintenance staff working with something, hang on there I’ll ask” said Joanna. “HEY JOEY, WHAT’S GOING ON?” She yelled.

Joey yelled back, “SORRY THE POOL WILL BE CLOSED TODAY, THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE FILTER SYSTEM.”

“Damn! There goes that plan.” Said Joanna

“Well the pool at the Embassy is OK and it’s pretty quiet until late afternoon, that’s if ‘er ladyship don’t mind slumming it with us common folk?” Joked Vicki

“Oh you don’t think they pee in the pool do you?” Responded Joanna.

“Where else would they go ma’am?”

“My favorite method is just a little at a time straight into my towel on the sun-bed. Of course you either need a dark swimsuit, or you have to wait until you’ve just come out of the water.”

At eleven A.M. Joanna met with Vicki in her room at the Embassy, and they changed into their swimsuits. Earlier Joanna had dropped Vicki off at her hotel, and she had run some errands. Vicki had done a little work and had run out to the local drugstore to replenish her stock of diapers. As Vicki changed into her navy blue one piece swimsuit, she said to Vicki. “ I had a call from Gloria Pei on my cell while I was out, she said she thought she would have some good news for me, and wants to have lunch the day after tomorrow.”

“That’s great, sounds like she’s going to get you some access to the astronauts,” said Vicki as she eased her ample bosoms into the bra of her black bikini. “Help yourself to a bottle of water if you want one for the pool.” Continued Vicki as she pulled up the full cut bottoms of her swimsuit.

“Great Idea I wore my blue suit especially, and I see your well prepared too.”

“Let’s get down there before it gets crowded there’s a good spot a little away from the rest of the loungers.”

They made their way to the outdoor pool area, and found it empty, so they took advantage of the relative privacy to rub sun-screen into each others legs backs and arms, lingering longer than necessary in certain intimate spots. Then they lay back on their sun beds to enjoy their books while sipping at their liter bottles of water.

After about fifteen minutes a short dark haired woman of about thirty came and sat at a table about ten yards away and positioned herself under the sunshade. The woman opened a laptop computer and began to type away, pausing at length on several occasions, before restarting typing, while occasionally muttering to herself what appeared to be Italian curse words. The typist was wearing a shocking pink bikini top and a pair of white soccer shorts.

“I’m ready for a swim,” announced Joanna as she put aside Brian Sykes ‘The Seven Daughters of Eve’.

“Last one ins a sissy,” yelled Vicki as she dropped Jake Arnotts ‘He Kills Coppers’ then she stood up took two steps and leapt straight into the water, creating a major splash which went close to the newcomer’s table. Joanna stood up and walked to the side of the pool, away from the Italian and jumped in. Joanna then grabbed Vicki and wrestled the larger woman off her feet, ducking her long brown hair under the water. Vicki resurfaced and caught her breath, “Boy you’re good.” She panted as she reached out to grab Joanna.

Joanna quickly side stepped and let Vicki flounder forward. “I was on the wrestling team in grade school, I could beat any boy in my class, so watch out.” Yelled Joanna, who then turned to the newcomer, and yelled out, “I’m sorry about her she’s an English soccer hooligan you can’t take her anywhere. Are you all right?”

The stranger replied. “Hey don’t worry about it I’m fine, we know all about the English hooligans in Milano.”

“Come and join us.” Said Joanna.

“Not right now I need to finish my article.”

Vicki swam to the side of the pool near the woman and pulled herself up and rested on her elbows. “You’re a journalist, so are we, look I know about deadlines I’m sorry if I splashed your computer.”

“It’s OK. I shouldn’t have brought it down here. Look I have a deadline, I’ll just go back to my room and finish my article. Not that the editor is going to use it anyway.”

“No please stay, we’ll behave honestly.” Said Vicki. “By the way I’m Vicki Falls and Miss WWF over there is Joanna Peeters.”

“I’m Anna Pistonme,” replied the woman.

“I’ll leave you in peace, catch up with you later.”

“Sure.”

Joanna and Vicki climbed out of the pool and returned to their sun-beds, where after quickly drying off they reapplied more lotion to each others exposed skin. “Now for a little fun,” whispered Joanna as she lay on her bed carefully positioning a second dark green towel under her butt.

“You’re quite the expert at this.” Said Vicki as she copied the way Joanna had laid out her towels.

“My neighbor Sally and I do this all the while back at the Condos. You all will have to meet her sometime.” Said Joanna as she started to allow her pee to leak slowly from her pussy and soak through the crotch of her swimsuit over skin and into her towel. After ten seconds she stopped her flow and rolled onto her front and picked up her book. A minute later she let more urine out and she felt its warmth spread up her front almost to her belly button.

Vicki lay on her back with her knees slightly bent and her feet apart and began to pee, trying to slow the flow to the minimum to avoid attracting attention to herself. Unfortunately she had waited until she was quite desperate, and she had trouble controlling herself. So when she started, her pee passed through the towels and started to form a small puddle on the paving slabs beneath her. From her seat thirty feet away Anna sat fascinated by the spectacle of this grown woman peeing through her swimsuit like a little girl. ‘I must get to know these two better.’ Thought Anna as instinctively she reached down and pulled the crotch of her disposable diaper back into position, and felt the pent up contents of her bladder flow into it. As she enjoyed the sensation of the hot piss flowing around her butt, she saw Joanna looking at her, and she looked back at her computer screen.

Joanna caught the fascinated look on Anna’s face, and realizing what was happening to Vicki, she thought ‘What the hell’ and let the rest of the contents of her bladder stream out of her through her towel and onto the floor.

Hearing more splashing Anna looked back and watched a smaller puddle forming under Joanna’s sun-bed. She saved her file and shut down the computer then she picked up her things and walked over to where the other two lay on their pee soaked towels. “High guys I’m just going to run inside to send my story, will you still be here when I get back.” Said Anna as she stared at the gleaming wetness around the crotch of each woman’s swimsuit.

“Sure were going to make a day of it.” Replied Joanna.

As Anna turned and walked away from Joanna and Vicki, she felt the back of her wet diaper sag in her shorts pulling them down slightly. With her hand full with her computer and her bag she could not easily pull them up. Besides she did not care anyway she had a genuine need for her diapers and never went out of her way to hide them. Anyway in the case of these two, covering up her diaper seemed completely unnecessary.

“She busted us big time.” Said Joanna softly, “but I don’t think she was upset by it.”

“No way she was upset, she wouldn’t have come over in that case, besides if that’s not a wet nappy under those shorts I’m Bridget Bardot.” Responded Vicki.

“You’re dead right about that diaper we should hang on and find out more about this girl. Hey pass me another bottle of water will you I’m getting pretty parched.” Said Joanna as she rolled onto her stomach and picked up her book.

“OK I’m going for another swim, then I’m going to sit under the shade for a while I need to cool off a little.” Said Vicki.

Anna returned a few minutes later wearing just her pink bikini and a short wrap around her waist. She carried a large blue towel, an Italian magazine and a large bottle of water. “Hello again,” she said as she pulled up a sun-bed closer to Joanna. “I’m glad you guys are still here.”

“We’re just having a lazy day by the pool, so did you get your article in on time?”

Responded Joanna.

“Yes thanks, but I doubt if it matters, the editor says this all female space flight, is old news so I don’t expect he will use it. To be honest he’s right it is tough to find anything original to say about it, I’m just hoping he lets me stay with the story a bit longer. I’m freelance, and without this story it’s going to be a real struggle when I get back to Italy.”

“Your working the Atlantis flight story too, what a coincidence, that’s what Vicki and I are covering too, I’m lucky I have a day job with a local TV station and Vicki is a staffer on the Daily Fountain in The UK. We were saying how difficult it is to get any real insight into what makes these women tick, though Vicki has an interview with Amanda Loos tomorrow night so maybe she can get something out of her.”

“That’s really cool, I’ve been trying to get to Maria Nappi for weeks now but the agency won’t let me near her.”

“She works closely with Amanda maybe Vicky can put in a good word for you, hey I’m getting hot how about a swim?”

“Sounds good.”

Joanna and Anna climbed out of the pool ten minutes later and lay out on their sun-beds, Vicki after a short swim came over, and asked Joanna to rub some more sun-screen into her back. As Joanna was rubbing in the sun-screen Vicki let loose a stream on pee through her bikini bottoms and into her very wet towel. She made no attempt to slow down her flow and she made a quite distinct hissing sound as she peed. “Sorry about that, touch of little girl trouble. I’m afraid.” Said Vicki to Anna, who was trying not to look.

“More like the kind of little girl, who’s to lazy to get up and use the bathroom, I think.” Said Joanna, who gave Vicki quite a sharp slap on the butt.

“There’s the pot calling the kettle black, she comes over all innocent, but she’s a dirty bitch like me.” Said Vicki.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” said Anna not knowing quite what to do.

“We’re the ones who should apologize we didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Said Vicki. “The truth is we’re both borderline incontinent, and rather than getting hung up over it we sometimes have a bit of fun with it.”

“What do you mean by borderline incontinent?” asked Anna.

“Well I guess I mean we pee a lot, and though we can almost always make it to the bathroom if we need to, sometimes we find it easier not to bother, if that makes any sense.” Explained Vicki.

“I understand I think, I myself have some problems with my bladder, I was in a gymnastics accident when I was fifteen and I damaged some of the nerves around my bladder, so sometimes I wet myself. Normally I wear a diaper, but I saw what you did earlier and I wanted to take a swim so I took a chance.”

“Well don’t worry about us and there’s no one else around at the moment. As for diapers both of us wear them some of the time, I guess even most of the time, Like Vicki says with us it’s more convenience than necessity and to be really honest I think we both kind of like them. I know I could probably manage without one most of the time if I really wanted to.” Said Joanna, worrying if she had shared too much and was scaring Anna off. The opportunity to discuss diapers with other women seemed to set her off.

“You know I quite like my diapers too, and they are certainly convenient at times,” said Anna. “Though I do need quite a bit of protection, and they make some of my favorite kinds clothes difficult to wear, without it being too obvious what I’m wearing.”

“I know what you mean, I mostly wear mine for work, so I wear a diaper when I get my suits measured and my tailor does a great job of cutting the skirts so my diaper doesn’t show.” Said Joanna.

“Hey look at the time no wonder I’m bloody starving.” Said Vicki. “Look how about getting changed and I’ll treat us to a nice lunch somewhere courtesy of the Daily Fountain.”

“OK but give me a minute,” said Anna as she realized she would need to pee any moment. She rolled onto her stomach and relaxed her bladder muscles, feeling her hot pee escape into the bottom of her pink bikini she said. “Ooh that’s nice.”

They returned to the hotel and changed into short sun dresses which were barely long enough to conceal the diaper each wore underneath, Then they piled into Vicki’s rented Land Rover Discovery and headed to one of Joanna’s favorite restaurants. The Waterfall was decorated with lush tropical plants and had running water cascading everywhere. They were seated at a bamboo table on Wicker and Bamboo chairs and their waiter immediately brought them large glasses of Ice water.

“I haven’t left this place with dry pants in years.” Said Joanna.

“I’ve two changes of diaper in my handbag, I’m sure I will be needing them, I feel like I drank half the pool this morning.” Said Vicki.

“Vicki that’s short for Victoria isn’t it?” Asked Anna.

“So did your parents really know what they were doing when they called you Victoria Falls?” Asked Joanna.

“Yes they did, God it was bloody awful at school at times, I just hated Geography, and being a wetter the kids teased me even more. It wasn’t quite so bad for my sister Angel those falls aren’t as well known. Mind you it’s probably as well I didn’t have a brother, as he would have been called Niagara.”

Over lunches of salads washed down with water and a bottle of Chardonnay, they discussed their frustrations about finding something interesting to write about the WEESAT recovery mission. “The problem is it’s all so routine really, without the human angle it might as well be any other mission,” said Joanna as they ordered coffee and a tiramisu with three forks for dessert.

“What are you going to try to get Amanda to talk about tomorrow?” Asked Anna.

“Well really I’d like her to open up about herself and the other women to see how they get along, and is there any dirt on any of them, but I expect I’ll just get the company line and more stuff on the training routine.” Replied Vicki. “Look I’m going to run to the loo and change my nappy before the coffee comes, I’m almost leaking here.”

“Don’t be long the tiramisu here is to die for.” Said Joanna.

After Vicki left the table, Anna asked. “So how long have you two known each other.”

“Oh we met yesterday but it seems like a lifetime.”

“Really I would have thought that you guys had known each other for years.”

“Oh I think it was something that was meant to be, we just hit it off as soon as we met, of course we have quite a bit in common.”

“You mean the diapers and being journalists.”

“Well those, and I guess you will find this out sooner or later, that we’re both lesbians, who were looking for someone. Sorry I hope I didn’t shock you.”

“No I was pretty sure you were gay actually, from the way you two acted at the pool, and just to let you know, I guess I’m what they call bi-curious myself.”

“That’s good, though I’m not into the whole dyke scene, now tell me what exactly does bi-curious mean?”

“I guess it means your thinking about other women, but you haven’t made your mind up yet.”

“Really that’s interesting,” replied Joanna.

After a brief pause their waiter brought the coffee and dessert, and then straight afterwards, looking slightly flustered, Vicki returned to the table. She sat down and gulped down the last of her wine and said. “Wow I’ve just had the most frigging amazing experience. You are not going to believe what just happened.”

“We’re all ears, go on tell us.”

“I went into the bathroom and one of the two stalls was out of order, and two women were already waiting for the other one. Well I don’t quite know what got into me, I think this wine’s gone straight to my head, I just said ‘excuse me ladies but I just need to change my diaper it won’t bother you if I do it over here in the corner will it? I’m in a bit of a hurry.’ The shorter woman, who was in her late thirties with dark hair in a smart suit, said, ‘No not at all, in fact Helen, I’m going to change you out here as well. Come over here’, with that she led the other woman, who was taller and younger than her, into the open door way of the broken stall, and pulled down this Helen’s shorts and plastic panties, and proceeded to change her diaper. As I quickly changed my diaper, she explained that Helen was her slave and she kept her in diapers as a punishment, but it wasn’t working as she enjoyed public humiliation too much. Just as she had Helen’s shorts zipped up the stall opened and that brown haired woman over there, the one in the short skirt came out and gave us all the most amazing dirty look, it was so funny.”

“That woman is the minority whip in the state senate, but don’t worry she won’t tell anyone, because she will have to explain why she was in a known dyke hang out, with a pretty junior staffer who is about fifteen years younger than her.” Said Joanna.

“Really that is interesting, my paper would love a story like that about on English Politician, is she big on family values and all that crap?” said Vicki.

“Oh it’s the only way to get elected in Texas, come on eat up I need to change myself, but I think I’ll wait until we get back to the Hotel.” Said Joanna.

“Look, she’s coming over.” Said Anna.

“Good afternoon Joanna how are you doing?” said the Senator.

“Very well Senator Waterstone, how are you today?”

“Very well thank you, this is Susie Ponds my assistant.” Said the Senator.

“Anna Pistonme and Vicki Falls, meet Senator Jessica Waterstone.” Said Joanna.

After they shook hands, the Senator said, “come on Susie we have work to do.” Then she and Susie walked out of the restaurant. Susie stopped briefly and bent over to pick something up, then she gently patted her behind, and turned faced the women, and then smiled weakly then she followed the Senator.

“What the hell was that all about.” Said Vicki.

“Oh she just wanted me to know that she knew I hung out with diaper wearing exhibitionist lunatics.” Replied Joanna. “Come on lets go.”

“I meant the young one Susie.” Said Vicki.

“I think she wanted us to know she wears diapers, it was hard to be sure, but under those black pants I think I saw the outline of a diaper.” Said Anna.

“God a week ago I thought I was the only diaper wearer under forty in town, now it seems like everybody wears them. Remind me to buy shares in Kimberly Clarke and P & G.” said Joanna as she stood up and began to walk out of the restaurant.

As they left the Waterfall the women from the bathroom were standing outside, while the older one enjoyed a cigarette. “Oh hello again, oh I see you’re a friend of Miss Peeters, well have a nice day,” she said to Vicki.

“Hi there, Lieutenant Sponge, Miss Spring, you all have a nice day as well.” Responded Joanna.

“Hi again,” said Vicki as they headed back to the car.

When they were in the car and pulling out of the parking lot Vicki said, “who the fuck was that.”

“That was Lieutenant Daphne Sponge of the Houston Police Department, her tall friend is Helen Spring, she’s an assistant DA in the county prosecutor’s office.”

“Well we are moving in exalted circles today.” Said Vicki.

“I know it’s really cool, I expect that those guys will be returning my phone calls pretty promptly from now on. I think you did me a big favor you crazy Brit.”

“I might call that in tonight.” Said Vicki.

“Can you guys hurry up and get us back to the hotel? My diaper is going to leak big time soon.” Said Anna.

“Well change it in the back there, the windows are tinted no one will see.” Said Vicki.

“Good idea,” said Joanna. “This one’s so heavy I doubt it would stay up when I walk in it.”

When they returned to the hotel, the three women changed their diapers and then each of them took a nap. After that they spent another ninety minutes by the hotel pool until it began to fill with returning guests. Joanna and Vicki said goodbye to Anna and returned to Joanna’s condo where they spent the rest of the day alternating between making love and relaxing.

Two days’s later the three journalists met in the bar of the Apollo Bag for a light dinner and some drinks. “I guess Amanda was pretty much as I expected, she was nice enough, but she only wanted to talk business, so I had a few problems getting her to open up and talk about herself. I got the feeling to be honest that there wasn’t that much there anyway, she seems to have led a really sheltered life.” Said Vicki, “I did get the idea that she was very good friends with the Italian girl Maria.”

“I hope you put in a good word for me.” Said Anna.

“I did, she said she would mention you to her, but all the interviews had to be cleared through Gloria or her assistant the PR office.” Continued Vicki. “I’ve almost finished writing up me notes I’ll email them to you tomorrow. One other thing I found a little strange, she asked me quite a few questions I felt almost like I was on a job interview”

“Well my lunch with Gloria was really interesting, she put a proposal to me, that was more than I expected. She was willing to give complete access to the crew to two or three female journalists, provide we were willing to share our material with other accredited members of the media.” Said Joanna

“Wow and who would these women be? I take it your one.” Said Vicki.

“Well I will be, and you were right about being interviewed, Gloria and Amanda met first thing this morning. I expect she will be contacting you tomorrow, and she said she wanted a member of the foreign language press, so I recommended Anna as well, so with any luck all three of us could be on the inside soon.” Said Joanna.

“Oh thanks,” said Anna who waved at the waitress, “this deserves a celebration, miss come here, three tequilas please.”

“That’s fucking brilliant I’ll call my editor in the morning, I’m sure she will let me stay. So what does full access mean?”

“Well It means being able to sit in on all briefings meetings and to watch all the training sessions we want. All members of the crew will answer questions unless it directly interferes with what they are doing.” Said Joanna.

The Tequilas came and the ladies toasted their new opportunity by downing them in one. “I’m going to need somewhere cheaper to stay, if I’m going to be here for six months,” said Anna, “I don’t think the paper will pay expenses for that long plus I don’t fancy living in a hotel all that time.”

“I’m not worried about the cost, but I will need an apartment or something myself, how do you fancy getting something together.” Said Vicki.

“Hold it, lets wait until we have this confirmed by Gloria before we get too excited, and anyway you guys should just come, and live with me I have loads of room in my Condo.” Said Joanna.

“That sounds like it will be a blast,” Said Vicki.

“Won’t I be in the way? I don’t want to play gooseberry.” Said Anna.

“Don’t worry about that, we have plans on finding out just how bi-curious you really are.” Said Joanna.

[Aardvark]

Chapter Sixteen Diane and Soumeni

It was seven thirty A.M. on Sunday and Soumeni was lying in bed in her suburban Houston home, she felt anxious and depressed, her thirty-five-year-old body ached from the constant workouts the space program put her through, and further more she was convinced she was getting a cold. The two years since her astronaut husband had been killed in a training accident had been almost unbearable, and what she had thought would be the dream assignment of a shuttle flight with all women was turning into a nightmare. The crew members seemed to be going out of their way to only do the bare minimum to participate in her experiments. She knew no one liked to be tested, but these were other professional women colleagues, and surely they could show some more enthusiasm for scientific research which would help their fellow women astronauts one day. More than that they seemed to be deliberately excluding her from all but the most formal social occasions related to the program.

She needed to pee quite badly but found it hard to find the energy to get out of bed and visit the bathroom, instead she absentmindedly started to gently rub around her pussy through her white cotton panties to reduce the pain. After a few minutes she started feeling a little aroused by this. ‘I haven’t felt horny in months,’ she thought to herself as she started massaging her herself a little harder, she tried to remember the passionate nights with her husband, but some how her thoughts kept wandering to the showers in the Space Agency’s workout and training facilities, and the slim athletic women’s bodies she saw every day. As she rubbed more and more, her fingers pushed aside her slightly moist underwear, entered her pussy and found her clitoris. At the same time her other hand pulled up her tee shirt exposing her heavy breasts and she began to fondle each one in turn. As she became more aroused, she ignored the pain in her bladder and continued to rub, all of a sudden she sneezed so violently that it caused her bladder muscles to spasm, and a three to four second stream of hot pee leaked out, and soaked its way into her panties and around her butt. ‘Shit Oh no!’ she thought as she felt the warm water spread around her through her panties and into the sheet below

Her first thought was to get out of bed immediately and head to the bathroom, then the instinct to finish pleasuring herself took over again, and she lay back and started to rub herself through the soaked gusset of her panties. Very quickly she climaxed and lay back on her bed to catch her breath, ‘wow!’ she thought, ‘that’s the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time.’ A few moments passed and the thought that she to get up and shower, crossed her mind, ‘Oh a few more minutes,’ she thought and slowly slipped her hand back into her damp undies.

Soumeni nodded off to sleep for five minutes before a cramp in her still full bladder woke again. ‘Damn I really should get up,’ she thought, meanwhile, her panties and the sheet below were beginning to cool off, and feel a little uncomfortable. Slowly she formed an idea which would not go away. ‘What if I.... No I couldn’t... I’m a grown woman and a doctor, damn it I will. She tried to relax her sphincter and let her pee flow but nothing happened, she couldn’t let go deliberately. ‘Come on you did it last week in your MAG, and you weren’t even that desperate.’ “Ashoo!” another sneeze shook her violently and more pee leaked out, this time she resisted the urge to clamp her pelvic muscles tight and stop her flow, and she relaxed and her stream strengthened and the hot amber liquid flowed down around her butt through her panties and into the sheet, soaking up her back and wetting her tee-shirt all the way to her ribs. The warm water felt really wonderful as it wrapped around her achy body. ‘I could stay here all day,’ she thought as vague memories of childhood filled her mind, and she drifted back to sleep again in what was her first wet bed since she was nine years old.

An hour and a half later Soumeni emerged from the bathroom wrapped in her short white terry cloth robe having showered for seven minutes longer than usual, and went over to inspect the damage to her bed, ‘What was I thinking?’ she thought as she saw the two-feet wide wet patch on her sheet, though fortunately the comforter appeared to be undamaged. She stripped of the bottom sheet and exposed the heavy duty mattress cover, ‘oh well it was pretty old anyway, fortunately it seems to have soaked up most of the urine,’ she thought, as she stripped it from the mattress. ‘Thank God the mattress is only a little wet if I wipe it I think it will be all right.’ She thought as she went back into the bathroom to fetch an old towel to dry off her mattress. As she wiped up as much pee as she could she thought, ‘I better start doubling up on my Kegel exercises if this is going to happen.

Later that day as Soumeni was in her home office writing up the notes from one of her experiments on her laptop, it was slow going as she was finding it extremely hard to concentrate on her work. The topic of the experiment did not help, she had been measuring each woman in the space program’s bladder capacity, with a view to improving the design of the MAG which many women felt was too big and bulky and therefore somewhat uncomfortable. This helped keep her mind wandering back to the “accident” she had that morning, she also thought of her experience the previous week when she had wet her MAG while strapped in for a simulated launch. The simulation was only ninety minutes long but she had forgotten to visit the ladies’ room prior to getting suited up. ‘No point in being uncomfortable, and really I ought to find out how they feel wet,’ she had thought to herself.’ The sensation at the time had seemed unremarkable but now the memory of her hot pee running into the highly absorbent material had seemed rather pleasant.

Soumeni was five feet five inches tall with long flowing black hair and a middle eastern complection. Her medical specialities of urology and gynecology, had helped her obtain a research post with the agency when her husband David had transferred from the Air Force to the space program. This caused them to move from her native Southern California to Houston. Some times she regretted the loss of direct contact with patients, but the unique opportunities that had come from working with the space program, and her chance to fly on a real mission, had been enough to keep her in Houston after David’s tragic death.

She flicked her hair away from her face, and the covered her long nose with her hand as she sneezed again. She had been worried that she was developing a case of stress incontinence, like so many of her former patients had dealt with. She knew all too well that the high impact exercises she had been doing to keep fit for the flight, could damage the pelvic muscles that control the bladder, leading to leakage often triggered by sudden jarring of the body such as sneezing and laughing. ‘Good, no leakage this time, it must have been I was so full that caused it this morning, probably this cold doesn’t help. Still I better be careful though and visit the potty just in case,’ and with that she got up and walked to her downstairs bathroom. After removing her khaki shorts she gently rubbed her pussy through her white silk bikini panties for a few moments before pulling them down and sitting on the toilet and peeing. Slightly aroused from her massaging herself, a thought crossed her mind, ‘maybe I should try some other kinds of adult diapers to see how the compare with the MAGs, all in the interest of science of course. With this cold I might need them anyway.’

A couple of minutes later clad only in her panties and tee-shirt. Soumeni was searching through the cupboard under the sink in her bedroom. As a urologist she often received free samples of bladder control products from the manufacturers, and back in California she had given them a way to needy patients, but here she was not in contact with anyone like that, so she usually threw them away. ‘God knows what made me keep these particular samples for,’ she thought, as she pulled out three packages of different kinds of disposable diapers. ‘What shall I try? I think I will go with these so-called cloth like pull-up types for today. She ripped open the package and pulled out one of the three diapers it contained. She unfolded it and held placed her thumbs inside the waistband and inspected it. They were, as advertised, like regular panties but with a fairly thick absorbent layer in the lower part. ‘Pity I didn’t think about this a few minutes ago, now I will need to wait a while to see how good they are at their purpose,’ she thought.

Soumeni slipped her white silk panties down her slim brown legs and dropped them to the bathroom floor. Hurriedly she poked her right foot through one leg hole followed quickly by the left, then she pulled the diaper up around her waist pulling it tight around her butt. She wandered into her bedroom and admired herself in the full length mirror, I look sort of cute in a strange way,’ she thought.‘These seem more comfortable than the MAGs at least for now, I wonder if they will hold a bladder full, and how comfortable they will be to sit in when they are wet.’ She picked up the package with the remaining diapers and read, for moderate to heavy loss of bladder control, ‘what does that mean in liters I wonder, well I must get back to my notes, but first lets hurry nature along I will make a pot of tea.’

She made her tea and retrieved her shorts from the bathroom, and thirty minutes later feeling somewhat invigorated she finished writing up the notes. Looking at the data she had compiled on average bladder capacity, she noticed something odd, almost all the woman astronauts had bladder capacity in the lowest quartile of the average adult female population, ‘that includes me of course. I wonder what possible correlation there could be between small bladders and being an astronaut.’ I’ll log onto the medical database and see if there are any comparable figures for men.’ Five minutes later she had found a study from the eighties that showed that if any thing despite slightly smaller in stature than average, male astronauts have larger than average bladders. ‘Um something to think about but hardly an earth shattering discovery, she thought.’

‘This diaper is almost like wearing regular panties I hardly know I have it on, I wonder if we could just use the commercial products instead of MAGs, at least it would be cheaper,’ she thought as she packed away her notes, and saved and her computer files, having decided that was enough work for the day. She walked into her family room and looked out of the window and watched the rain lash her small garden. The edge of a late season tropical storm called Justin was brushing past Houston, and promised a soaking rain that would probably last all day. ‘I guess that rules out gardening, probably as well with this cold anyway,’ she thought what else should I do today. I don’t know I feel kind of lazy let’s see if I can find a decent film on cable.’

A little later, she was curled up on her couch with the TV remote clicking through the program guide, looking in vain for a movie that looked interesting that she had not seen before, when the phone rang. “Hi Soumeni it’s me Diane,” said Diane Poole on the other end of the line, “Er I was just wondering if you fancied taking in a movie this afternoon. The weather sure isn’t fit for much else.”

“You know what, I’m coming down with a cold I’m not sure I fancy sitting in crowded theater, Um,” replied Soumeni.

“Oh that’s to bad, well maybe another time then.”

“Hang on I was just going to say if you wanted to you could pick up a DVD and bring it over and we could watch it together. I could use some company and I wanted to have a bit of a chat with you away from work anyway.”

“That sounds good to me, do you have any requests,”

“Oh anything will do nothing to heavy going though, I’ll open a bottle of wine and fix up some thing quick and simple to eat. You know where I am”

“Sure your only ten minutes away, OK it sounds like a plan to me, I’ll be over in about an hour, bye.”

“Bye,” said Soumeni.

Soumeni and Diane had socialized occasionally before, and as the two doctors on the team they worked together frequently, but they were not close friends. Diane’s diaper fetish had made her a little reluctant to get to close to anyone at the moment, but she had made an effort to spend some time with Soumeni who she felt was isolated from the rest of her colleagues in the Space Agency. Besides her desire to befriend Soumeni, Diane found herself attracted to her dark rather sultry middle eastern looks. ‘God I suppose I’m wasting my time there, she used to be married, so not much chance she’s gay, and she’s a urologist to boot. I’m sure she’s seen to many people with real bladder problems to have much sympathy with someone who wears and uses diapers for fun.’

Diane was in her bedroom dressed in a black lacy bra and a cloth diaper, which was covered with her best grey soft latex panties, she was deciding what to wear for her visit to Soumeni. ‘Guess a diaper’s out, I would have worn one if we just went to the movies, but she’s bound to notice in her house, and besides what would happen if I did get lucky with her, I could really freak her out. I think I will just stick with jeans and my black lacy regular panties that match this bra. No hang on, maybe my short black skirt and a white top might work. Damn it I’m not wasting this diaper though,’ she thought, and then she lay on her bed, spread her legs slightly and began to pee, her bladder was full and the hot liquid spread itself through the diaper round her behind and all the way to the waist band of her latex panties in the small of her back. ‘Heaven,’ she thought as she rolled over onto her stomach to allow some pee to flow up the front of her diaper.

After peeing she sat up and savored the wet cloth against her butt, ‘damn’ she thought as she felt some sore twinges in her behind and upper thighs, ‘Diaper rash, I should not have sat around all evening yesterday in a wet cloth diaper.’ She climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom where she quickly removed her diaper and began to thoroughly wash her diaper area with a warm wash cloth. Then she dried herself thoroughly with one of her super soft blue towels, then she carefully applied Desenex to the sore spots on her behind, trying to use as little as possible to avoid any lingering smell.

Diane went back into her bedroom and stood in front of her mirror, she inspected her backside to see if the rash was visible. Crestfallen she realized that the rash would be obvious to anyone only a few feet away. Moreover, her latex pants had left still noticeable marks around her legs and waist. ‘I hope those at least will begone in a couple of hours,’ she thought to herself. With that she retrieved her black full cut panties from her lingerie draw and slipped them on. She finished dressing in a short black lycra skirt and a sleeveless white top which showed her black bra underneath. ‘Maybe she’ll find me irresistible like this, what can I use as an ice breaker to test that she’s interested but still gives me an excuse to back of, if she’s not? Um I don’t know I’ll have to wing it. God! I can think of a million reasons not to try to make love with Soumeni, but somehow I feel, I have got to give it a try.’

Fifteen minutes later Diane was in her neighborhood video store looking for a suitable movie, ‘Oh this is perfect,’ she thought, as picked out a copy of ‘Mulholland Drive on DVD, ‘let’s see how she reacts to the bedroom scene between the two stars, it’s definitely a weird movie like all of David Lynch’s, but I wouldn’t call it too heavy.

Soumeni had spent the last hour clearing up her house and fixing a Greek Salad to offer to her guest with a nice Californian Chardonnay and some heavy Italian bread. She went to her bedroom, and quickly remade her bed, she had thrown out the mattress cover and not had a chance to shop for a new one. So she spread an old blanket over the bed before making it up. She went into her bathroom and placed her diapers back under the sink, and put her discarded white panties in the laundry hamper. Returning to the bedroom to brush her hair she thought, ‘should I change clothes before Diane arrives, Oh God! What about this diaper I’m wearing, I better change straight away.’

At that moment the doorbell rang. ‘Oh no!’ she thought, ‘what shall I do,’ she looked at her behind in the mirror. ‘I don’t think it shows maybe I’ll take a chance for a few minutes then I’ll excuse myself to go to the bathroom. ‘Soumeni headed downstairs and let Diane in. “Hi good to see you come in out of the rain, you can leave that umbrella right here.”

“Good to see you too, here’s the movie I hope you like David Lynch.”

“Yes I do I’ve been wanting to watch this one for a while, come on through to the family room and sit down, would you like some wine, I have quite a good Chardonnay I think you will like.”

“Thanks, yes Chardonnay sounds good.”

Soumeni went to the kitchen and soon returned with the glasses of wine. “Are you hungry I have made a Greek salad if you’re interested?”

“Maybe in a while I had a late breakfast, do you want me to start the movie now? You said you had something you wanted to talk about.”

“Lets just relax and watch the movie, but first I need to visit the little girls room, are you OK?”

“Yes I’m fine.”

Soumeni headed out of the family room to go upstairs to her bedroom, ‘I need to change out of this diaper before Diane notices, and I really need to go potty, the tea and wine has really caught up with me.’ She thought. All of a sudden she sneezed loudly and as she did so a sizable spurt of pee soaked the bottom of her diaper. ‘Oh My God! Not now,’ she thought as she scampered upstairs and hurried into her bathroom. She quickly pulled down her shorts and inspected them, ‘good it didn’t leak at least, that’s something.’ Then she pulled down the diaper to her ankles, sat on the toilet and peed, as she did so she looked at the diaper between the leg holes and up to an inch of the area that covered her behind was wet. ‘Fuck that’s quite a lot, It’s a good thing, I wore that diaper after all.’

Soumeni decided she better go with another diaper. It was better than risking another fairly heavy wetting without protection. She retrieved another diaper and put it on. Then went into her bedroom and opened her lingerie drawer and pulled out a pair of full cut stretch briefs to try and hide the bulk of the diaper. She put them on, then recovered her shorts from the bathroom and pulled them on. A quick look in the mirror showed nothing too obvious and she headed back downstairs to meet Diane.

While Diane waited for Soumeni she thought to herself, ‘that might just have been a pull-up diaper under those shorts, she has the same look to her butt as Sarah does. I better have a closer look if I get the chance. She is acting kind of strange, and she’s nervous about something. Let’s let things ride for a while you never know your luck.’ Diane loaded the DVD into the player, switched on the television, and picked up the remote control and returned to the love seat she had been sitting on.

“I’m back,” said Soumeni as she returned to the room, “any more wine?”

“Why don’t you just bring the bottle in here, and let’s relax and watch the movie.”

“OK, make yourself comfortable, take of your shoes if you like,” replied Soumeni.

Diane watched Soumeni’s butt as she left the room fetch the wine, ‘I don’t know about a diaper those shorts hang a little too loose to tell, she needs to bend over for me to be really sure. She slipped of her tennis shoes and pulled her legs up onto the love seat and tucked them under her butt, with the back of her left foot pressed tight against her pussy. She wriggled gently and felt her panties moisten slightly with anticipation of what might be to come.

Soumeni returned with the wine, topped up Diane’s glass and her own, and to Diane’s disappointment chose to settle on the couch rather than next to her. “Are you ready?” asked Diane.

“Go ahead,” replied Soumeni, and hit the play button on the remote and the movie started.

Two more glasses of wine later, and just over an hour into the movie Diane realized from the sensations in her that she needed to pee. She gently squirmed in her seat for a few minutes, before deciding that she would not be able to make it to the end of the movie. ‘Damn it! If I had only worn a diaper, well I can’t pee on her couch I better get up.’ Pausing the movie she said, “I’m sorry I need to use the restroom, this wine has gone right through me. I hate having to stop half way through movies, but unfortunately, I’m a member of the tiny bladder club.”

“That’s OK I know the feeling I’m a member of that club too, it’s just off the hallway on the right.”

Diane went to the bathroom hitched up her skirt and slipped her black panties down around her ankles. As she let loose a strong stream she thought, ‘I wonder why she went upstairs before instead of using this bathroom?’ Diane pulled up her panties without wiping and felt the soft material moisten even more as droplets of pee from her bush soaked into her panties. After flushing the toilet and washing her hands, she returned to the living room. Diane resisted the temptation to make a comment about the convenience of diapers and restarted the movie.

Fifteen minutes later Soumeni began to realize that she too was in need of a pee, ‘Heck’ she thought, ‘if I was on my own, it would be a great time find out how good these diapers are. But with Diane here what should I do. What happens if I leak? What if I smell? Will a wet diaper be more obvious than a dry one? On the other hand I really don’t want to have to stop the movie again. Maybe I can hang on until the end. OK I’ll try and hang on.’

Ten minutes later Soumeni found herself pushing her left hand against her pussy, but she was still able to hang on to her pee, then she realized that she was about to sneeze again, so she reached for a tissue from the box beside on the couch’ “Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!” She sneezed.

“Bless you, are you OK,” said Diane.

“I’m fine, sorry about that,” replied Soumeni.

Soumeni was just beginning to understand that she was not totally OK, she had peed in her diaper and the warm liquid was soaking its way around the bottom part of her butt. ‘What to do,’ she thought. She felt around her shorts to feel if they were wet and was relieved to find out her diaper had not leaked. As she sat there for a few moments deciding what to do, she realized that she still needed to pee some more. ‘Well I better decide, this diaper is less than a quarter wet I would say, and it feels kind of nice, I’ll be all right to the end of the movie. What’s to stop me wetting it some more? They seem to hold pretty well, what’s the worst thing that can happen Diane finds out I’m wearing diapers, hey I can claim I’m just doing research.’ With that Soumeni tried to relax and release some more pee, but for some reason could not make herself do it. Why doesn’t it work, I managed this morning in bed? OK, let’s relax and enjoy the rest of the film.

A few minutes later Soumeni was watching the scene where the two female stars go to bed together and make love with each, each assuming it was their first lesbian experience. ‘Wow that was incredible,’ she thought, thinking back to the morning in bed she remembered her fantasies regarding the other crew members at work. ‘Where are these lesbian thoughts coming from? I’ve never had any such intense feelings like this before. I wonder why Diane chose this movie, did she know there was such a scene in it, is she trying to send me a message?’ hey relax and enjoy the end. At that time she sifted her position putting more weight on her bladder, and she felt a more intense pain as it cried out for relief. ‘OK OK go if you’re ready,’ she told her bladder and attempted again to relax and let her pee flow. This time a small amount of pee dribbled into her diaper, she relaxed again and a slow stream started to flow, she felt the flow intensify a bit more and her backside started to feel warmer as the pee flowed through her diaper, round her behind and up her front into her pubic hair. The sensation of hot pee flowing over her already aroused body made her feel incredibly sexy, in a way that nothing had in years. After twelve seconds she realized that the diaper was filling up, and worried about leaks, she cut off the flow. ‘Wow that actually felt incredibly good, this research might be a lot of fun.

A few seconds later she felt that her shorts touching the top of her leg below the diaper were a little wet, ‘damn now I’ve leaked, I should have held back some.’ She felt around her shorts with her fingers. ‘It’s only a little maybe Diane wont notice, but I’m going to stink if I don’t change soon, there can only be a few minutes left in this movie, I might as well wait until the end.’

“Are you OK over there? You seem rather fidgety,” asked Diane.

“I’m fine really,” replied Soumeni.

“Well let’s finish up the bottle,” said Diane as she stood up and walked over to Soumeni to fill her glass. As she emptied the last of the bottle into her glass she thought, ‘um faint smell of fresh pee if I’m not mistaken, this could get very interesting.’

Chapter Seventeen Diane & Soumeni Cont.

Soumeni’s thoughts went back to the lesbian theme of the movie, ‘could I go for it? Is it what I want, I admit I have no real interest in men at the moment, maybe it’s being around all these strong women. God I’m sitting here turned on by being in a wet diaper for Christ sake, what’s a little all female fun after that. Diane is very attractive, but she’s a colleague, what if I’m wrong about her, maybe I should find a way to drop a hint then leave it up to her to make the first move.’

The movie ended and Diane said, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes I’m not sure I completely understood the story, especially if the two hot blondes were really the same girl, but I’m not sure that’s the point with David Lynch, I just like the style of his movies. How about you what did you think?”

“I loved it, and I agree, it’s all the little things that make him so good.”

“Look,” said Soumeni, “It’s still pouring and the wind is picking up out there, switch on one of the local stations and see what’s happening, while I run upstairs and use the little girls’ room, then I’ll fix the food.”

Soumeni got up and tried to walk as naturally as she could out of the room, she could feel the now quite heavy diaper sagging and pushing out the bottom of her shorts. As soon as she was through the door she scampered up the stairs, and into her bathroom. She immediately undid her shorts and let them drop to the floor, then she pulled her panties and her diaper down in one and stepped out of them. As she wiped herself of with a wet washcloth, she thought about what to do next. However, by the time she had finished drying herself she had decided to go without a diaper, ‘I’ll just have to not hold on so long and I’ll be all right she thought, what to wear instead of the shorts?’

A few moments later Soumeni headed back downstairs, she had dressed in a short navy blue skirt and a pair of white cotton bikini panties. “Sorry about that I spilled some wine down myself,” she said as she walked into the living room. “What’s the story on the storm?”

“Not too good, Justin has intensified to a category one and shifted a little more to the west, so it looks like we’re in for a bunch more rain and some high winds until around midnight. They are saying stay off the roads unless it’s absolutely necessary,”Said Diane.

“Well I guess we’re stuck here then, are you ready for something to eat? How about some more wine, don’t worry about driving, you might as well spend the night here anyway.”

“Sounds good to me, I’m starving. I don’t know about you.” Said Diane as she followed Soumeni to the kitchen. She watched Soumeni’s butt as she walked, ‘no sign of a diaper now but, she had to have been wearing one earlier,’ she thought, ‘let me get close, um a faint whiff of stale pee, I thought so.’ “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Well why don’t you open another bottle of wine it’s in the fridge, you can get some water out as well if you like.” Said Soumeni as she put the bread and salad on the kitchen table. Diane opened the wine and fetched two liter bottles of water from the fridge, as Soumeni finished laying the table. “I hope this is OK it’s not quite as healthy as it looks with all the oil cheese and heavy bread.”

“It looks wonderful to me,” said Diane.

A few minutes later they had finished their food, during the meal they had said little as each woman had tried to figure out what to do next. “Come on have some more wine,” said Soumeni, “don’t worry about driving you must stay the night, and I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch. She continued making not quite as subtle reference to the lesbian sex scene in the movie as she had intended.”

‘Bingo green light, she’s interested, o wow,’ thought Diane, ‘now for my plan.’ “Oh it’s not that again, oh damn it! Excuse me,” said Diane as she got up quickly and headed to the downstairs bathroom. Diane had needed to pee, but not as urgently as she had made out, and when she came back she said. “Sorry about that, I guess that’s why I was watching what I drink, Oh God this is embarrassing, it’s just I occasionally have a bit of little girl trouble if I have too much booze. I made it just now OK, but sometimes I don’t make it on time. Look I know you’re a urologist, but really it’s no big deal, please don’t insist on checking me out.”

“Oh don’t worry about that today, but if you want to, come and see me sometime, and I’ll run a couple of tests just to make sure there’s nothing more serious going on. Hey and don’t worry about it, if well you know, accidents happen.”

“Oh God no, what if I ruined your furniture?”

“Oh it would dry out, and there’s some pretty good stuff around to get out stains and smells these days. Hey look, I hope you don’t mind me asking but I’ve seen you out partying a few times, you don’t seem to hold back, how do you usually cope?”

“Sometimes I just wear dark clothes, and sometimes if making a puddle isn’t a good idea, well oh don’t think I’m weird or anything, but I wear a discrete little adult diaper or incontinence pad, I didn’t wear one today, I didn’t think I would have this much to drink.”

“Really,” smiled Soumeni, “look if you want to, I could find you something to wear if you would be more comfortable, in my speciality I get lots of free samples in the mail.”

“Really, you know I think that might be for the best, there’s no rush I’ll be all right for a little while.”

“Um good, actually before we do that then I have a little confession of my own. I don’t know why, because it’s kind of a strange coincidence, but I’ve been suffering from a little stress incontinence myself today. I’ve had three accidents, once in my bed this morning, and then twice in diapers since you got here.”

“So you’re wearing a diaper now?”

“No I decided to try without, I was kind of worried you would notice.”

“This stress incontinence problem, you’ve had it for a while?”

“No I would have had to have reported it to the medical staff and I would have come of flight status, this morning was the first time I’ve had anything other than the tiniest dribble, I think it was just because I was holding myself too long to avoid getting up.”

“What if it turns into a permanent problem?”

“Then I’ll have to bring it to the agency’s attention, but I would appreciate it if you kept this to yourself for now.”

“Oh of course, I understand.”

“I think I will be all right, I will do more Kegel exercises, and try not to leave it too long between bathroom visits. Do you do Kegel’s it might help with your problem?”

“Yes I do try to do them, I don’t think it’s stress, It doesn’t happen when I sneeze or anything, I just seem notice I need to go later, and find it harder to hang on when I’m drunk.”

“Look, finish up your wine and we’ll go upstairs and sort out some protection.”

Diane followed Soumeni into the bedroom and through to the bathroom, “let’s see what we have. Oh uh sorry about that, forgot to clear up.” Said Soumeni as she came across her discarded soaked diaper and her panties still lying on the floor of the bathroom, where she had left them.

“Looks like you’ve had more than a touch of stress to me, this diaper is soaked through,” said Diane.

“Well yes I was enjoying the movie too much, so I decided to use my diaper, I was already quite wet after I sneezed that time.”

“Oh that’s cool, I don’t care, in fact I’m kind of jealous, If I was wearing one I would have probably done the same.”

Diane picked up the diaper and wrapped it in a plastic bag, and put her panties in her laundry hamper. Then she opened the cupboard under her sink and pulled out the diapers she had stashed under there. “Which ones do you think?”

“It’s still pretty early I might need plenty of protection before we’re done, I think I will go with these refastenable ones. They look like they hold plenty.”

“Yes I think I might join you.” Said Soumeni.

“You probably just need one of those pads, you know,” replied Diane.

“Yes but I thought we might watch another movie later, I saw that something we might like is on Pay Per View, and you can’t pause Pay Per View, if you know what I mean, Oh-mi-God what did I just say. You don’t think I’m weird do you.”

“God no once I‘m diapered, I’ll often use it for convenience rather than necessity, in fact I sometimes wear one even if I’m not drinking. I don’t think it’s a big deal in fact it’s kind of fun to be able to secretly pee myself, and it feels good when you do it too.

”

“I admit it was rather nice this afternoon.” Said Soumeni.

“Well let’s not wait any longer, do you want me to help with the tapes there’s a bit of a knack to getting it taped properly so you don’t leak.”

“OK thanks,” said Soumeni as she pulled down her white panties, then she let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. She then hitched up her skirt above her waist as Diane opened the diaper package and pulled one out. She opened it out and passed the back of the diaper between Soumeni’s legs and pulled it up until it fitted snugly around Soumeni’s behind.

“Now just hold it in position while I fasten the tapes.” Said Diane as she pulled the flaps around Soumeni’s hips and secured the tapes. “How’s that feel?”

“Pretty good, it’s not quite as good as the ones I wore before but it’s definitely better than those big MAG’s we wear under our space suits, did you ever see one of those?”

“No, I’ve heard they can be uncomfortable though, come here and hold mine in place as I tape it up, please.”

Soumeni placed her arms around Diane to hold her skirt out of the way, and to hold her diaper in place, as Diane taped herself into her diaper. As Diane finished taping Soumeni let Diane’s skirt drop down to cover her diaper and then she put her arms back around Diane’s thin waist and pulled her toward her. They stood embracing each other face to face and Diane looked Soumeni in the eye and smiled. Soumeni kissed Diane on the cheek and said, “thanks,” then she kissed her on the lips for several seconds.

The pulled apart slightly and Diane said, “where do we go from here?”

“I’m not sure, this is my first time with another woman, well apart from one night with a girl friend from college, we were very drunk and not much happened really.”

“Well I’m OK with anything you are, so why don’t you take the lead, just do what you think to me and I’ll do it back to you. We can keep it real gentle if you like, you know for lots of bi girls all they do is kiss and fondle each other, that’s as far as it goes.”

“That sounds nice to me for now, I’ll let you know if I’m ready for something more.” Said Soumeni, who then leant forward and gently kissed Diane on the lips again.

A little later they had opened another bottle of wine and were laying together on the couch in the family room, and as Soumeni gently caressed Diane’s right breast, Diane checked the pay per view schedule on the TV. Diane said, “It looks like Kissing Jessica Stein isn’t on for another hour or so. Hey you said on the phone you had some thing you wanted to talk about, do you want to do that now?”

“If you don’t mind talking about work, I think I would.”

“Of course that’s OK, what is it?”

“Well I feel a bit of a baby complaining like this, ha baby, that’s a great choice or words with both of us laying here in diapers, But it’s the other members of the crew and the other women astronauts, they seem to be really unwilling to cooperate with me. Some are pretty close to being rude, especially that Russian bitch Natasha, and others skip appointments at the slightest excuse.”

“Well you know they get tested closely all the time, they do tend to resent it after a while, I get a similar response from them when I conduct my psychological tests.”

“I understand that,” said Soumeni starting to choke up a little, “and I try to bother them as little as possible, but they seem to take it personally, they seem to avoid me as much as possible.”

“I can understand how you feel, I can see it really bothers you.”

“Yes well everyone was very nice when David died, and tried to be very supportive, but I got the feeling that they kind of resented me staying around after that happened, I kind of remind them that bad things sometimes happen in this line of work. I think that’s why they tend to keep their distance, though with Natasha there seems to be something else, I don’t think she even knew David.”

“I didn’t know David very well, but I think he must have been someone very special, It must have been very hard for you.”

“Oh yes he was,” sobbed Soumeni.

Diane rolled over to face Soumeni and kissed Soumeni’s forehead, then she put her left arm around her and with her right hand wiped away the Soumeni’s tears. They lay in each others arms for a few minutes and Soumeni gently sobbed. “Did you have grief counseling?”

“No I just buried myself in work when I got over the initial shock, I’ve been able to function OK, though I know I never really got back to normal, but I guess I never really expected to.”

“How long has it been now? Two years.”

“Yes.”

“That’s a long time, well maybe after the mission we can work on it a little, or I can recommend someone who can help, if you prefer.”

“I’ll think about it, can we talk about something else now.”

“Well I think part of your problem with the rest of the crew is that they see doctors as part of the opposing team, they have a bit of a them and us attitude, you need to do something to show that you’re on their side.”

“How can I do that?”

“Well I think I know the reason why Natasha is so stand offish with you, it’s not that she doesn’t like you, I think she’s trying to hide the fact that she’s incontinent. She’s worried if you find out you will have her taken of flight status.”

“I guess that is the rule, but I don’t see what the problem is as long as it’s not caused by some underlying disease like bladder cancer, diabetes or something. In the shuttle your never more than thirty feet away from the bathroom, and she wears a MAG under her spacesuit anyway. She could wear a diaper or pad the rest of the time if it came down to it.”

“Well I know you would be going against the rules, but maybe you could find a way to help her stay with the mission.”

“How would that help me with the other girls?”

“Well I’m pretty sure, most of them know of or suspect her problem, and they are covering up for her. If you help her, I’m sure they will find out and realize you’re on their side.”

“How do you know about this? I mean, are you sure she’s incontinent?”

“I can’t tell you how I know for sure that’s a confidence, but I did see her buying adult diapers in my local drug store the other day.”

“Ashoo! Ashoo!” Went Soumeni, “Oh I’m wet again, well I guess she might not be the only one on the mission trying to hide a little wetting problem. Excuse me a second.” Soumeni sat up straight on the couch and smiled as she allowed her full bladder to empty into the waiting diaper. She savored the feeling as her hot pee wrapped itself around her lower body. “Sorry I’m back now.”

Diane heard a slight hiss over the sound of the wind and rain against the large French window of the living room. “You just wet your diaper didn’t you?”

“Yes it feels really good as well, I guess I know now why some of my patients were reluctant to take the treatment I offered them for their bladder problems.”

“Really.”

“Yes I mean many women just put up with incontinence, and think it’s part of getting old, don’t even go see the doctor, but really it’s usually treatable. I mean most of the women I treated, were really happy when I could give them a cure, but there was always some who refused the treatment or who gave up because of quite mild side effects. I think at least some of them just preferred to carry on wetting once they found out nothing else was wrong with them.” Said Soumeni, “you know this diaper has still got some room in it, no need to change it yet” she continued as she lay back down next to Diane.

“Lay on your back or you’ll leak,” said Diane, as she moved over a little, to make room. “Actually that doesn’t surprise me at all, when you say some women enjoy wetting themselves, I’ve had to do some research lately into fetishes and paraphilias, especially regarding women and diaper wetting. In fact I can’t give names but there are several women in the Astronaut corps, who are diaper wearers apart from you and Natasha of course.”

“Well that does explain why I’ve noticed more than one case of what appeared to be diaper rash, I put it down to sweat.”

“Really we should swap notes sometime.”

“I’m not sure if that is ethical, but that gives me another idea, I’ve been working on a little project to see if it’s worthwhile redesigning the MAG to make it more comfortable, especially for the women, the guys mostly wear bags anyway. Well my little accident in bed this morning gave me a bit of inspiration, I decided that I should test out some of the commercial incontinence products to see if they would work as well as the MAG, so I decide to kill two birds with one stone, as I figured I might be in need of a little protection anyway.”

“Keep going,” smiled Diane meekly.

“Who’s wet her diaper now eh! I thought you were quiet.”

“OK I confess. What’s your idea?”

“Well I could ask for volunteers to test the different brands of diapers, I imagine some of these ladies might be quite keen on an excuse to wear diapers openly.”

“Oh that’s brilliant, I wish I was an Astronaut I would sign up myself.”

“Oh I might let you participate, you’re in as good shape as most of them anyway, I mean the truth is any youngish healthy woman is as good as any other for this test. How do you think I should approach them all together or individually?”

“I would suggest you tell them about it collectively, but tell them they can come and sign up individually, so they don’t have to commit to it openly.”

“I guess I better clear it through Sarah and Lucy first, you don’t think Sarah will object do you, with her bladder problems she might think we were making fun of her.”

“No I’m pretty sure Sarah will be cool, she might as well participate, she’s got nothing to lose. Don’t worry about Lucy either, I know she will be OK with it.”

“That’s enough chat for now,” said Soumeni as she rolled one leg and part of her body on top of Diane and then kissed her passionately, while she fondled her breasts. Diane gently patted Soumeni’s diapered butt, and the lay there in silence kissing and cuddling for several minutes

.

“I think I will change my diaper before the movie,” said Diane as her rash was beginning to bother her.

“I think you’re right, I need to as wel, I’m leaking a little.”

“You really need waterproof pants if you are going to lie on your side in these diapers,” said Diane.

“Oh I don’t have any of those here, I have some in the office, I’ll bring them home tomorrow.”

In the bedroom Diane removed her skirt and then her diaper, “here’s a wet cloth and a towel if you want to clean up.” Said Soumeni. “Oh my, you do have quite a case of diaper rash there, do you want me to rub some cream on you?”

Diane dried herself and spread the towel on the bed, then she lay on it face down and opened her legs slightly. “This will sting a little,” said Soumeni as with a delicate touch she applied antiseptic cream to Diane’s butt and the upper part of her inner thigh, she then rolled Diane over and rubbed more cream over her lower body. “I think I will try without a diaper for the movie, just bring the bag of diapers down, and I will put one on if I need it,” said Diane.

“I will just go with a pad in my pants in that case,” said Soumeni I’m not sure I fancy a rash like that.”

“Let me rub a little powder into your butt first then,” said Diane as she poured powder into her had and rubbed it into Soumeni’s behind.

“ I think I’ve had enough wine for today, I’ll just sip some water.” Said Soumeni.

“Me too”

After the movie they crawled into bed, both wearing pull-up diapers in case of leaks in the night. Soumeni had thought of touching Diane’s pussy as she kissed her goodnight, but realized Diane was fast asleep, so she gently played with her own for a few moments until she also was overcome by tiredness and drifted of to a sound sleep filled with wild dreams.

[Three Rivers]

A long story, interesting

[Aardvark]

Chapter Eighteen The Ray Peno Show

The STS169 crew assembled in a conference room in Houston for a Public Relations Meeting. Along with the astronauts were; Gloria, Sarah and Gloria’s twenty-four-year-old assistant Julie Brooks. Gloria started the meeting going over a few points about dealing with the press and the Public, then she made her big announcement.

“Hey guys guess what, next Thursday the whole crew of STS169 has been asked to appear on the Ray Peno show. For this we are all going to fly down to Los Angeles for the taping, Lucy and Jennifer will take us in one of the space agencies jets. NBC has provided us with ten suites at the Beverly Hills Wiltshire Hotel, and we get up to twelve tickets for the audience. Now the show is taped about five P.M. local time so we get a night out on the town afterwards. It’s only three days before you head to the Cape for the final preparations, so it will give us a chance to let our hair down for the last time. Now keeping with the spirit of the flight I suggest that we keep this a girls night out so I suggest that we invite the four backups as well as Sarah and Diane, so with Julie and me that’s sixteen. We need four more, any suggestions.”

“Hirome will want to bring Mika I’m sure,” said Natasha. At this news Julie’s eyes lit up, she had a crush on the twins, and while she was fairly sure Natasha and Hirome were an item, but she did not think Mika was involved with anyone.

“Why don’t you bring Anita? She can keep an eye on you in the wild city,” said Sarah.

“How about Carole Fawcett and Betty Hudson from the mission office they’re always fun, and they work as hard as anyone keeping us scheduled, and looking after all the paperwork,” said Lucy.

“That sounds like fun crew, I will Email all of you a schedule as soon as we have filed our flight plans.” Said Gloria.

“Do we get an allowance to buy new outfits for the show?” asked Maria.

“No, you need to look like astronauts, not Hollywood starlets, it will be Chinos and Golf shirts, of course you can bring any hot little number you like for when we hit the town later.”

Julie, who had been given the task of making the arrangements, had assigned the hotel rooms, for the most part it was easy, most of the people going had one special friend, or a partner. The only problem she had was whether to split the twins so Natasha would be with Hirome, though everyone new about them, wasn’t sure they would want it made that publicly obvious. If she did this, it did of course mean that Mika would be on a room with her, which would be her dream solution. She had her problem solved when Hirome stopped by and asked if Julie would mind sharing with Mika so she and Natasha could room together. “Mika a real fun girl if you know what I mean,” smirked Hirome as she left Julie’s office.

The day before the show Gloria met with Lucy in Lucy’s office in Houston. On a conference call from Los Angeles was Debbie an assistant producer on the Ray Peno nightly chat show. Debbie went through what the girls would expect to happen when they were on the show and some of the likely questions and jokes Ray Peno would ask. “Expect a lot of sexist bullshit about women drivers and the like and he’s bound to ask about going to the bathroom in space, so be prepared for that. The guy has a real interest in toilet humor and I think he has a pee fetish, he can be a real pig about that kind of stuff.”

“You don’t sound too crazy about your boss,” said Lucy.

“I shouldn’t tell you this, but I don’t care I’m leaving next week to have my baby, and I’m going to get something else to do when I go back to work. He’s always teased me because of having to run to the bathroom a lot, and ever since I became pregnant it’s been unbearable. I became quite incontinent at about five months, and since then I’ve worn diapers to work. I guess one day I wore a tight dress and my diaper bulge was pretty obvious and of course he noticed right away. Since then he’s made my life hell with his little jokes and he keeps brushing up against my diaper and touching it. I’m sure he gets turned on by this stuff.”

“We’ll keep that in mind when we do the show,” said Lucy, hey look I have an idea is there any way we could sneak a small shopping bag onto the set without Ray noticing?”

“Sure, I guess so, what do you have in mind?” said Debbie.

The next day the eight crew members sat nervously in the green room at the Ray Peno show, as Ray went through his routine of topical jokes, when he started to talk about the guests on the show that night he said. “And tonight we have the first ever all female crew of a space shuttle, just think about it guys, eight women together in space, well at least when they get lost they will be willing to pull down the window and ask for directions, and I guess they will attract a few wolf whistles from those guys working construction on the space station as they go by. Though in the vacuum of space they won’t be able to hear them. The biggest worry I understand is how on Earth are eight women going to share one bathroom. Ladies and Gentlemen please give a big hand for the crew of STS169.”

Lucy led the crew members out onto the set and they sat on three bench seats next to Ray’s desk, Ray introduced each one, and asked Lucy a few questions about her career and the mission, and then talked for a moment with Maria, then he asked the question they had been waiting for. “So ladies how do you go to the bathroom in space?”

“Very carefully,” replied Jennifer and she quickly explained about the system of funnels they used. “Actually we have a brand-new bathroom for this trip, and we will be the first to try it out. Of course if we are in our spacesuits then we have to wear diapers.”

“Really!” Exclaimed Ray, “What’s it like to wear a diaper at your age?”

“Well we thought you already knew, but if you would like to find out so we brought you a present.” Said Lucy. With that she pulled a paper shopping bag from behind her seat, and produced an extra large MAG from it, then quickly leaped up and deftly paced the MAG over Jay’s head. The stage manager gave the cue to go to commercial, and having taken Ray completely by surprise the team got up and ran off the stage in fits of laughter.

“The lovely ladies of the crew of the next Shuttle, next up ” sputtered Ray as the audience clapped and laughed for several minutes, as a red faced Ray tried to regain his composure.

Half an hour later the team was back in the Wiltshire Lobby, and Sarah addressed them, “OK the Limo’s will be back at eight thirty to take us to dinner then on to a couple of clubs we have lined up, that gives us a couple of hours, I suggest you take a nap, and we’ll meet back here just before eight thirty. Now we’re here to let our hair down, but this City is full of photographers trying to make a name for themselves, by catching some celebrity in an embarrassing position, so watch yourselves.”

Around eight that evening in each of the ten rooms on the east wing of the third floor of the Beverly Hills Wiltshire Hotel, a similar wonderful ritual was carried out. Each of the women showered and dried themselves, then often with the help of their room mate proceeded to slip into their most expensive sexy lingerie. They then applied makeup and fixed their hair, and then put on a carefully chosen designer short evening dress, that each one had purchased especially for the occasion. To avoid potential conflict Julie had kept a list of each woman’s choice of dress, and luckily no one had chosen the same dress as someone else. The choice of dress made by most of the women, had made discretely wearing any kind of diaper capable of dealing with a major wetting impossible, so with the exception of Sarah they had all decided to go without diapers for the night. This was a risk on the part of Gloria and Natasha in particular, but they decided that if they wet themselves in their short black dresses, no one would know anyway, at least that was what they thought.

Around one thirty A.M. all the team were in a night club with a rain forest theme, called the waterfall, they had enjoyed dancing, but were beginning to fade a little after a long day. Sarah walked up to Lucy who was in line for the restrooms with Soumeni and Diane, and said, “I’ve done real well tonight, but now I need a diaper change and I don’t fancy doing it in those bathrooms, I want to head back to the hotel, you can stay if you want to.”

“No I’m ready, and besides, It might be quicker to get back to the hotel, than wait in line here, what do you think girls?”

“I agree it’s been a great night, but I want to keep a little energy for when we get back, If you know what I mean.” Said Diane as she hooked her arm round Soumeni’s waist and pulled her closer.

“Fine by me,” slurred Soumeni who was a little drunker than the others, “lets take the party back to the hotel.”

Returning to the bar area, they found Hirome, Natasha, Julie and Mika sitting at a table. “We’re leaving said Lucy, “we’ll send the car back for you youngsters.”

“Oh I think were ready to go to,” yelled Julie over the noise from the sound system. “Betty and Carole left already with Beate and Conchita, and Anita and Gloria are outside, Anita’s mad at Gloria for some reason.”

“I bet I know why,” said Lucy, I can see the other four over on the dance floor, “I’ll just run over and tell them we’re leaving.”

Just outside the night club as the seven waited for Lucy to catch up, Anita and Gloria walked up to them. “I told her she shouldn’t drink five cosmopolitans if she wasn’t going to wear a diaper, silly bitch wet her panties right at the table we were sitting at.”

“Oh shurrup, no one noticed, why are you so mad at me?” slurred Gloria.

“I did, I don’t know what to do with you,” laughed Anita who was unable to keep up the pretense of being annoyed anymore. “Come here silly I’m just giving you a hard time, I don’t care, I’m quite wet myself too.” She then pulled Gloria toward her, kissed her on her cheek, checked no strangers were looking. Then took Gloria’ s hand and guided it up the front of her short dress to the moist black lace panties underneath.

“What’s going on?” asked Lucy as she caught them up.

“Oh Gloria wet herself, and Anita was busting her chops.” Said Julie.

“What’s new about that?” replied Lucy, “come on let’s get in the cars and get back to the Wiltshire or I’m going to be wet too. By the way the others said they would be coming after the next song.”

Julie had got what she wanted, she was alone in the room with Mika, but would Mika be interested. She had heard that Mika was interested in other women but she had no way of being sure. She had seemed friendly enough during the evening, but she had not made any obvious sign that she was interested in Julie. “Do you want to use the bathroom first?” Julie asked.

“No go you go ahead, I’ll watch a little TV, too bad we missed the Ray Peno show I heard it was a riot.”

Julie kicked of her black shoes and pulled her dark blue dress over her head and hung it in the closet. Clad only in her black push up bra and her matching black full cut panties, she walked over to the chest of drawers, and opened the draw with her things in them. She took out a tee shirt and a heavy night time disposable diaper, and calmly headed to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom she brushed her teeth and removed her makeup, then she washed her face and dried it. After that she took of her bra and admired her small but well formed breasts in the mirror. She then rubbed her hand over the crotch of her panties for a few seconds then she slipped her panties down over her slim behind, and let them drop to the floor.

Julie was five-feet three inches tall, slim with long curly brown hair, as a life long bed-wetter, she needed the protection of a diaper for sleeping, and this was especially true in a strange bed. She liked how her diapers felt when she put them on and she had no problem with wearing them, but she had not developed the strong sexual connection with diaper wearing that she suspected was part of the twins interest in diapers. Because, she hoped, the rumor she had heard about the twins, that they had left a magazine with diaper wearing women in their bathroom was true. Her plan was that Mika would not be able to resist her when Mika saw how she looked in a diaper.

Julie sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder, stood up and wiped herself, then she flushed the toilet. ‘I should have another drink maybe just some water, I might need to wet later,’ she thought, as she taped herself into her diaper. She pulled her tee-shirt over her head and she walked out into the bedroom.

Where Mika lay on her bed clad only in her cherry red thong and matching lace bra. She had opened a bottle of white wine from the mini bar and was drinking some from a tall wine glass. “Here I poured you a glass of wine, I hope you want it, I was hoping we could get to know each other a little better.” On the TV was a lesbian porno movie showing two women in bed together. “If that bothers you, I can turn it off.”

“No that’s OK, and I will have a little wine thank you.” Said Julie as she sat down on the edge of Mika’s bed.

“Cute diaper.”

“Bed-wetting problem, I’m afraid, look I’m sorry I should have told you before you agreed to share a room with me. I hope it’s OK, I don’t smell too bad if I wet.”

“Oh that’s no problem at all, in fact I quite often wear diapers myself, Hirome and I used to be bed-wetters to, and we still wear diapers sometimes because, well now it’s just for fun, and actually we find them very relaxing, I hope that doesn’t offend you, I know problems like bed-wetting can be very upsetting for some people. We never really minded when it happened to us though.”

“No do whatever you want, I’ve always accepted my problem and truthfully I kind of like my diapers to, but I do still really need them though. I have some more, do you want one?”

“No I have a cloth diaper and some plastic pants with me, I like them better than the disposables. I am going to put it on now, would you like to help.” Said Mika, and she went to her draw and pulled out a heavy cloth button diaper, and a pair of bright yellow plastic pants with animal cartoons on them.

“OK.” Said Julie as she gulped back her wine.

In the room next door Soumeni lay in bed next to Diane who was snoring gently in her drunken slumbers. Both had put on pull up diapers and had enjoyed a brief love making session before tiredness had overtaken Diane and she had fallen asleep. Soumeni lay in bed waiting for her plan to unfold, she had bribed an assistant manager at the hotel to let off the fire alarm at two fifteen, the alarm was to sound for about a minute, and then be followed immediately by an announcement that it was OK and Guests could return to their rooms. She and the manager, who was a former patient and a friend, had figured out a way to blame it on drunken teens who had snuck into the hotel.

The alarm rang as Julie had just pulled Mika’s plastic pants over her diaper, “Oh fuck! What’s that?” she exclaimed.

“It’s the fire alarm don’t panic it’s probably a false alarm,” said Mika. “Let’s put on these robes and some shoes and get out of here just in case.”

“They’re kind of short, our diapers will show.” Said Julie referring to the white terry cloth robes the hotel provided complementary to its guests. Soumeni had arranged with her manager friend too only have the shortest style of robe put out in the teams rooms.

“Too late to worry about that, there’s nothing else and besides we won’t be the only ones out there in diapers, come on.”

Mika and Julie emerged into the hotel corridor to see most of the other women already heading toward the exit signs at the end of the corridor, “Come on head that way.” Said Sarah, “I’ll just hang back a minute to make sure everyone is out.” Then she banged on Amanda and Maria’s door. “Come on you two!” she yelled. Seconds later the door opened and Maria emerged tying her robe just too late to prevent Sarah from seeing her disposable diaper underneath. She was followed by a very sleepy Amanda whose own robe was completely open, revealing a short see-through night dress clearly visible under which was a diaper clad in a pair of plastic panties. “Did Jennifer and Alexis come back from the club with you guys?” Sarah asked Maria.

“Yea, but they may have gone out for a walk, they said something about looking for sailors I think.” Said Maria. “I’m not sure, but it sounded like that, I had a lot to drink.”

“OK It’s just I haven’t seen them yet,” said Sarah.

At that moment the elevator door opened and Jennifer and Alexis staggered out arm in arm, they were dressed in tight fitting Naval Lieutenant Commanders dress white uniforms, under which through their tight white knee length skirts, were clearly visible the lines of pull-up diapers.

“What’s going on giggled Jennifer?”

“It’s a fire alarm, follow the others down the stairs we’ll talk about this later.”

About twenty seconds later as all the ladies were headed down the stairs, the fire alarm stopped and a voice came over the loudspeaker. “This was a false alarm please return to your rooms, once again we apologize for the disturbance this was a false alarm.”

Lucy who was leading the ladies down the stairs heard the announcement and stopped just past the second floor and turned around. “OK I guess we can go back upstairs, take your time.” She looked up the stairs and saw what to her was an amazing sight. From the backside, of each of the women above her on the stairs, was clearly protruding a diaper of some description. She had long suspected that Sarah Diane Soumeni and she weren’t the only women diaper lovers in the agency, but she had no idea that all these women were into diapers. ‘God what if they found out about us, and this is some kind of joke,’ she thought.

As the women emerged from the stairwell back into the corridor Sarah was telling them to wait in the corridor until everyone was together. After Lucy came through the door, she saw the women hanging around in small groups. “Come here a minute,” she said. “Is something going on here?”

A few heads were shaken and others looked sheepishly at the floor, then Alexis said, “no, what do you mean, is something going on?”

“OK you know, is there anyone here not wearing a diaper?” said Lucy. To which no one responded.

“OK I think I can explain a bit,” said Soumeni, “but first lets go into a room before someone comes along to check on us, besides there probably are video cameras in this corridor.”

“We have the end suite it’s probably the biggest,” said Lucy, “come along.”

Moments later everyone was crowded into the living room area of Lucy and Sarah’s suite. “OK! Pipe down and I’ll explain,” said Soumeni. “Look I kind of staged this little event to let the cat out of the bag, that each and every person here is a diaper lover. I figured that out mostly from the responses I received from my little experiment with the commercial diapers a couple of months ago. I mean I couldn’t believe the way you guys embraced it so enthusiastically. So when I realized that everyone coming on this trip was one of the people who participated, I figured this was the perfect opportunity to find a way to bring it out into the open.”

“How did you know we would all wear diapers tonight?” asked Amanda.

“Well that worked even better than I expected. I gambled on the fact that most of you would want to include wearing a diaper at some stage of this trip to add to the memory. I know Diane and I certainly planned that, but I thought at least a few probably wouldn’t take the chance. Even if some didn’t wear them for some reason I was pretty confident you would all be interested to find others that share your interest. That all of you are diapered is just amazing.”

Over the next ten minutes small groups formed, as each person was keen to tell their story of how they became interested in diapers, to other friends, who had not known about their love of them. “Hey girls!” Said Sarah, “I hate to be a party pooper but Lucy and Jennifer have to fly tomorrow, they need their beauty sleep, can we continue on the plane flight home.”

A few minutes later Sarah was in bed with Lucy, when she said, “What a turn up for the book, who could have guessed it. I knew we weren’t the only ones into diapers in the agency, but all of them that’s amazing.”

“Your right I was worried they had found out about us, and it was some kind of massive wind up. Well I think we will be having one hell of a party when we get back from the mission, BYOD of course.”

“Bring your own diapers, very funny, now go to sleep. Good night.” Said Sarah.

“Good night.”

Julie and Mika returned to their room shut the door behind them, and stood and looked at each other in silence for a moment. “Wow! What do you make of that?” Said Julie, “I’m a little confused, all those girls in diapers. I mean they are in them because they like wearing them. I mean, like really get turned on by them. Sorry I’m rambling, this is just blowing my mind. I’ll shut up.”

“Don’t worry about it, and yes like I said Hirome and I like to wear diapers because of how they feel, and we like to have sex with women who wear diapers as well. Hey I’m pretty hyper to, why don’t we have some more wine and chill for a while before we turn in.” Said Mika. As she poured the last of the wine into Julie’s and her own glasses. “Come and join me on my bed if you like.”

Julie took the full glass of wine from Mika and took several sips as she watched Mika drop her robe to the floor, climb onto her bed arrange the pillows behind her and sit up. Julie placed her glass on the bedside table between the two beds. Then she slipped of her robe and climbed onto Mika’s bed. They sat propped up on the bed for a minute or two with Julie nervously constantly sipping her wine, and Mika who was more relaxed taking an occasional sip from hers.

Mika finished her drink and put down her glass, she reached over and took Julie’s glass and put it on the bedside table as well. Then she moved closer to Julie, put her arm round her, and said softly. “I’ve seen you looking at me, and I think you’re very beautiful too, how would you like to try making love to a girl in diapers?” before she could reply Mika kissed her on the cheek and put her other arm round Julie to pull her closer.

“Yes I’d really like that, I think,” said Julie. Who turned and embrace Mika and kissed her on the lips, Mika opened her mouth and their tongues met. Mika’s left hand moved inside Julies tee-shirt and slowly started to caress her breasts, and Julie massaged Mika’s right nipple with her thumb through the lace of her bra. After few moments they broke away from each other and Julie said. “How’s this work, do you want me to wet myself? I’m not sure if I’m ready I only went half an hour ago.”

“You hang on if you like, that wine will soon kick in I bet.” Said Mika. “I’m already a little wet but I’m ready for some more. Would you like to watch or I could sit on top of you and let you feel it?”

“Could I put my hand inside your diaper? ”

“Might not be the best idea in this bed, I might leak, we can save that for when we are home.”

“OK lay on me then.” Said Julie who pulled her tee-shirt over her head and lay down flat on the bed. Mika unhooked her cherry red bra and took it off. She then straddled Julie with her legs bent underneath, her resting her behind on Julies lower abs.

“Here goes!” exclaimed Mika, as she relaxed her bladder muscles and let her pee flow as hard as it could, quickly soaking into the cloth and spreading around her behind she bounced up and down slightly and felt the hot liquid caress her as it spread. Beneath her as Julie felt the warmth spreading around the diaper and through the soft plastic onto her belly, she felt more and more aroused. Moving around had allowed some pee to escape from the legs of the plastic pants and it spread over Julie. Who reached up and massaged Mika’s left breast and then as Mika finished her pee she lifted up a little from Julies stomach and bent forward to allow Julie to lick her right nipple.

“The weight and pressure of Mika on her belly and bladder had made Jule realize she was ready to pee, and she said “Me next.” And she pushed Mika off, and they reversed positions.

Julie tried to let her pee go but couldn’t start. “Oh shit!” she exclaimed, I can’t do it.”

“Yes you can just relax.” Responded Mika who then used her tried and trusted method and started tickling Julie.

“Stop that.” Giggled Julie as she suddenly felt some pee escape. Fighting the urge to stop the flow she relaxed and her pee quickly became a torrent. Wow! Oh yes! Oh wow! She cried as the pee flowed round her diaper over her pussy, and raising her sense of arousal to near climax.

As soon as she finished, she said, “I’m so ready, come on do me.” As she raised herself to her knees, and ripped away at the tapes of her diaper, pulling it off and allowing a few drops of loose pee to drip onto Mika’s perky breasts and flat tummy. Mika in the meantime had raised her knees, and had lifted her behind to allow herself to pull off her diaper and plastic pants as one. Both Diapers hit the floor together with a thud, and Julie switched around to face the foot of the bed, and then pushed her pussy, with pee still dripping from her hairy bush, in front of Mika’s face, and with great flexibility shoved her own head between Mika’s open legs. In just a few moments each girl had climaxed more than once, and they lay together for a few minutes cuddling on top of the bed.

After sharing a liter bottle of water, they cleaned up a little, put on fresh diapers and climbed into bed. “I wonder how Soumeni figured out I was a diaper lover? I didn’t know myself until tonight. I just took part in her experiment to get the free diapers and because it would help the agency.” Said Julie.

“I don’t know I’m just glad she did, now how about some sleep,” said Mika who switched off the light and leant over to kiss Julie on the cheek. “Good night.”

[Aardvark]

Chapter Nineteen The Wetwork

On a Monday a few weeks after the visit to The Waterfall, Joanna Peeters returned from work at about 8:00 p.m. and opened her mailbox. Among the invitations to apply for credit cards, she noticed a handwritten envelope, with a return address of Senator Waterstone’s private residence. She rushed into her condo and discarded the other mail. She tore open the envelope and looked at the Card. “Hey, Vicki, Anna, you there?!” she yelled, “come and take a look at this!”

Vicki and Anna emerged from the kitchen where they were fixing Spaghetti and Meatballs for dinner. “What you got there?” said Vicki who was dressed in a short white tee shirt and pull-up diaper, with a chef’s apron over the top. In her left hand she carried a large glass of Chianti, and her right hand a wooden spoon dripping with tomato sauce.

“It’s an invite to a party at Senator Waterstone’s house on Saturday night.”

“What’s that note say?” said Anna who followed Vicki from the kitchen dressed in just a black sports bra and grey sweat pants, the white elastic of a pull up diaper clearly visible form the top.

“Please bring your friends from the other day, I’m sure they will enjoy meeting some like minded people. The dress code Depends on your taste, wear anything smart but casual that gives you Serenity.” Read Joanna.

“My God! She’s talking about the bathroom at The Waterfall.” Said Vicki “She’s saying diapers are cool and we should wear them to the party.”

“Oh yeah, and that the other guests will be dressed the same.” Said Joanna, “she only saw you, how come she figures Anna and I are into diapers as well?”

“I dunno we were both sitting when she came over.” Said Anna.

“You know I bet its Bay Stevens one the anchors from work, She’s the one who suggested diapers to me in the first place after I had an accident.” Said Joanna, “She wears them herself on occasion, and we do sometimes still talk about them. She’s pretty good friends with Jessica Waterstone, and you know what, she does like to bring up the subject of diapers if she gets the chance.”

“Well are we going? It sounds like it might be a hoot.” Said Vicki

“Yes lets go,” said Anna.

“OK then.” Said Joanna. “Could you bring me a glass of whatever you guys are having into the bedroom, I need to shower and change myself. I’ve been in the same wet diaper since the six o’clock show.”

“I need a shower too,” said Anna, “I ve been working out and I’m wet as usual.”

“Why don’t you join me?”

“The sauce needs another half an hour, before I can put the spaghetti on, I’m coming in with you as well.” Said Vicki

“You’re not wet.” Laughed Anna.

“That is being corrected as we speak.” Retorted Vicki, who then lifted the front of her apron to show, the padded part of the diaper between her legs swelling, and changing to a yellowish grey. More than a few drops of pee escaped and dribbled down her thighs and calves, onto the hardwood floor. “Couldn’t resist flooding it, even if these guys can’t really hack it.” She laughed. I’ll be in there in a minute, once I’ve cleaned this up.”

In the bedroom Joanna kicked of her black pumps and removed her charcoal-grey suit jacket and hung it in the closet. She quickly unzipped the skirt of her suit, pulled down a little and let it drop to the floor. Next she unbuttoned her blue silk blouse to show the low cut royal blue bra beneath. She stuck her thumbs into the top of her grey control top panty hose, and pulled them slowly down over her clear latex panties. Then she sat on the bed and finished removing her hose. She took of her shirt and bra, released her long blonde hair from the pony tail, allowing it to fall over her shoulders, and padded into the bathroom in just her heavy diaper and latex panties.

As she walked in, she saw Anna who had stripped out of her clothes, and was putting her wet diaper into the genie. “Your drink’s over there on the basin. Give me your diaper I’ll take care of it while you start the shower.”

“Thanks,” said Joanne as she pulled down her latex panties and diaper together. She stepped out of them and bent over to pick them up so she could pull them apart.

“Hey you look a little red down there. You shouldn’t sit in those wet diapers for so long” Said Vicki as she entered the bathroom. “I’ll rub some cream in once we have showered, and maybe you should think about going commando for the night.”

“Good idea, it wouldn’t hurt all of us to air out a bit maybe.” Replied Joanne as she handed the very heavily soaked pull-up to Anna. “Anna looks pretty sore to.”

The three of them stepped into the large walk-in shower and began to gently wash each other, lingering over their breasts, and between their legs as they worked down. Anna felt her right leg being splashed with an unexpected stream of hot water, as she positioned it between Joanne’s legs to better reach behind her back “Sorry about that forgot to go before I got in” laughed Joanne as she pointed to the last dribbles of pee dripping between her legs.

“That’s ok its kind of nice.” Said Anna.

“If I’d known, you were into golden showers I would have saved mine for you.” Said Vicki as she started to rinse of her boobs, “You would be in interesting company, it’s said Hitler liked to have his niece pee all over his back you know.”

“I don’t know about that.” Sputtered Anna.

“Stop teasing her.” Said Joanna, “let’s get out of here I’m starving. Besides I thought that the only guy who claimed that had it in for Hitler.”

“OK Miss minor in twentieth century history.” Responded Vicki.

As they finished drying of Vicki pulled a towel between her legs and said “you guys take care of your nappy rash while I go and start the pasta. There’s no great rush, so take your time” With that she put her apron back on over her naked body wrapped a towel round her hair and headed for the kitchen.

Joanna and Anna spread large towels over the king size bed, the three had women shared since Joanna and Vicki had invited Anna to become the third person the relationship. They lay on their sides next to each other, and took it in turn to gently rub diaper rash cream into their behinds and between their legs. “Do you want me to wank you?” asked Anna using the English term Vicki had taught her.

“No save it for later, I’m ready for food.”

They fixed their hair, then used the toilet, and butt naked headed for the dining area, Where Vicki served the food to them. They wore aprons to protect their exposed skin from splashing themselves with the hot tomato sauce, and Anna sat on an old towel just in case of an accident as she wore no other protection. The rest of the evening was spent drinking wine cuddling and fondling each other as they were watching TV, with none of them wearing a stitch of clothing. By ten thirty that night the three of them were so ready for sex that they jumped into bed and fondled and licked each other to numerous orgasms until exhausted they fell asleep.

Saturday soon came around, and the afternoon was spent preening and pampering, as the ladies prepared to make the right impression at the party. Each of them wore a short flared cocktail dress with sandals. Under their dresses each wore a pull-diaper with a stuffer for extra capacity, which they covered in top quality waist high latex panties. Their large handbags contained more diapers, and some regular panties just in case they had made a horrible mistake.

Wanting all to be able to enjoy the evening they booked a limo, which arrived to pick them up at six p.m., and they set off across town to the Senator’s house. When they arrived, they were met by Susie Ponds, the Senator’s assistant they met at the Waterfall restaurant, who showed them into the secluded back garden of the old mansion that had been in the Waterstone family for more than a century.

“Hello there!” yelled Jessica as she walked up to meet them, “we’re in the garden today as it’s such a lovely evening, come with me and get a drink.” She led them over to a small table behind which stood a beautiful, tall, raven headed young woman in her early twenties. She was dressed in a short black low-cut dress, and on her chest was a name tag with Laura written on it.

“Ladies what can I get you?” asked Laura.

“I’ll take one of those beers please.” Said Vicki motioning toward an old zinc tub on the ground below, filled with ice, water and many bottles of several different light beers.

“Me to.” Said Joanna. Laura turned to get the beers and as she bent over her dress rode up enough to reveal a pair of tight fitting white plastic pants, with what appeared to be a cloth diaper stuffed into it. Anna smiled and nudged Vicki who nudged Joanna.

“I’ll have a glass of red wine I think.” Said Anna as Laura turned round and handed over the beers.

When Anna had been given her drink, Jessica tuned to them and said. “Now before I let you mingle, I think I owe you an explanation.” But before she could begin, she was distracted as Susie brought two new guests through to the garden. “Oh good our other new friends are here too, Susie get Daphne and Helen a drink and bring them over here will you darling.”

A few moments later Daphne Sponge and Helen Spring joined the three journalists on the lawn and Susie brought them flutes of champagne. “If I may, let me explain what this little gathering is all about.” Said Jessica. “As you might have guessed we asked you because your little displays at The Waterfall a few weeks back didn’t go unnoticed. Don’t worry I don’t have a problem with wearing diapers, quite the opposite in fact. Though a little more discretion is usually called for if you are in the public eye I think. You see this isn’t just any social gathering it’s the monthly get together of a group of women who need or prefer to wear diapers, for whatever reason.”

“Wow!” said Joanne.

“No kidding.” Said Daphne.

“Yes I myself use them mainly for convenience, as you can imagine my job involves sitting through a lot of long meetings, and excusing yourself to go to the bathroom in a big negotiation can be seen as a sign of weakness. Though I must admit that sometimes wetting myself in public gives me quite a thrill.”

“So how did this all get started? I mean most people are so embarrassed about wearing nappies. er. I mean diapers, they keep quiet about it don’t they?” Asked Vicki.

“A number of years ago a small number of younger women with incontinence problems, got together an informal support group to help each other out. Over the years they met other women who wore diapers and the group grew. They discovered that some of the new members really weren’t incontinent or only mildly so, but were wearing diapers for convenience or because they often found themselves in situations where getting to a bathroom was difficult.

Later a good number of these women, both the incontinent and the convenience wetters admitted that they enjoyed wearing diapers. A few women joined who were solely into wetting and diapers for pleasure, and had no practical reason to wear them. As the years went by the genuinely incontinent women who disliked diapers moved on to other more mainstream groups, and the group became more oriented to those who wear them for practical and fun reasons.”

“So does the group have a name?” asked Helen.

“Well it’s purely informal, there is no membership list or anything, we did adopt a somewhat humorous name of the Wetwork.”

“If there’s no membership list how’s it work then, this Wetwork?” asked Daphne.

“Well we recruit by word of mouth and all that really happens is we get together about once a month, potential new members are just invited to the parties. Then the only other activity I guess is we have each others backs. A number of the members have a high public profile, and though it does not happen too often, occasionally someone is a bit indiscreet, and we might use our influence to keep part of a story out of the news media for example.”

“The part where someone flashed their diaper in public like.” Said Vicki.

“Exactly.” Said Jessica. “So guys what do you think, are you in? Like I said nothing formal, if you agree to join us, you just get invited to a get-together once a month or so. You don’t need to come every time, and if you like you can volunteer to help organize a party occasionally.”

“How about it Helen?” asked Daphne.

“Sure why not sounds like fun.” Helen responded.

“I’m in.” Said Joanne.

“Vicki and I are only in Houston for a few months, but we would love to come while we are here.” Said Anna.

“Of course you can, and Vicki you know Houston is not our only city. We are in New York, Miami and Los Angeles, as well as London, Hamburg, Tokyo and Sydney. We hear there is a similar group in Chicago, but no one has been able to contact them. There are small groups in many other places as well. Where in Italy are you from dear?”

“Milano.”

“Well I’ll have to check, but I’m sure there are a few ladies there on our contact list, before you head back I’ll see what I can dig out for you.” Responded Jessica. “Look, most of the rest of the guests are here now, why don’t you take a chance to mingle, Susie why don’t you show our friends from law enforcement round and introduce them.” Susie ushered Helen and Daphne away. Then Jessica gestured to an attractive woman, with short brown hair, who looked to be in her early forties. The woman came over and joined them then kissed Jessica on both cheeks. “Bay, you know Joanna of course, could you be dear and take these girls round and introduce them to everyone?”

“Hi Joanna, yes of course Jessica.”

Joanna introduced the others to her co-worker Bay Stevens, then Anna, who had just enjoyed a long and satisfying wetting, said, “you know I’m already pretty wet could someone show me where I could change myself.”

“Of course,” Responded Bay. “Laura darling, would you mind taking a break from the bar and showing Anna the changing facilities.”

Laura came over and took Anna into the house to a large brightly lit ground floor bathroom.

“If you didn’t bring your own, or you fancy something different you’ll find pretty much anything you might want over there.” Said Laura pointing out a small table covered in every conceivable type of disposable diaper. “Just put your wet one in this bin, and I’ll put it in the genie later.”

“Thanks.” Said Anna.

Laura walked up to Anna and looked straight at her and said, “I think you’re very cute, let me know if you want to get together later, now I’ll leave you to it.” Before Anna could respond Laura walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Anna kicked off her sandals, and pulled her emerald green dress up above her waist with her left hand. She pulled down her latex panties and stepped out of them. ‘Good no leaks,’ she thought as she pulled down the wet pull-up and pulled it off. As she was unfolding a fresh diaper, she thought about what Laura had said, ‘Boy she sure is cute herself, what would the others think if I hooked up with here for tonight.’ Anna pulled on the fresh diaper and her latex panties, and thought, ‘maybe I should ask, it’s not like we’re in some kind of deeply committed relationship or anything.’ Anna went back out into the garden and rejoined the others. Bay took them round and introduced them to many of the other thirty or more party goers, who were standing around in small groups drinking chatting and snacking on the many tasty treats that were laid out on tables in the garden.

After about half an hour Laura and another young woman, who looked and dressed like her, began to erect a volleyball net in the middle of the lawn. “Some of the younger members like a game before we eat.” Said Bay. “Helps work up an appetite I suppose, though I’m hungry enough anyway. Would any of you like to join in?”

“We’re hardly dressed for it.” Said Joanna.

“Take of your shoes and frocks and play in your undies, that’s what most of the girls do, this part of the garden is completely secluded, no one will see. Except of course the people here, and they already know about and share your preferences.” Said Bay.

“Yes its lots of fun, please join the game, we never have enough for six-a-side.” Said Laura, who had just walked up behind them.

“What the fuh!” exclaimed Vicki. “You’re over there, putting the net up.”

“Oh those are my sisters Linda and Lucky. We’re identical triplets.” Explained Laura.

“Look if you’re going to play, I strongly recommend a dry diaper or just panties, we find playing in wet diapers just chafes like hell.”

“I’ll play but I’m pretty wet said Vicki.”

“I’ll play to, I’m dry, but If I start leaping around that won’t last long I better find the potty.” Said Joanna.

“I’ll show you the bathroom.” Said Laura.

“I’ll do it. I need a quick word with Vicki and Joanna anyway.” Said Anna.

As Vicki changed and Joanna peed in the toilet, Anna explained how Laura had come on to her before. “Are you tempted to take her up on it?” Asked Joanna.

“Well yes, I wasn’t too sure how you guys would feel, I mean I’m not sure what our relationship is really.”

“Oh I’m cool with it, I don’t feel we need to be monogamous. Or whatever the word is for us. I know you guys will be taking off back to Europe before the end of the year, so I’m not expecting any kind of commitment. ” Said Joanna, as she pulled her latex panties over her diaper.

“Go for it if that’s what you want.” Said Vicki as she pulled on a fresh pull-up “Maybe I can pull one of the sisters.”

“If I drink enough, I might go for it as well. I wonder what their story is.” Said Joanna.

Five minutes later the threesome had stripped to just their diapers and bras, and with the triplets making up the rest of their team, were playing volleyball against another group of six ladies. Laura had changed from her cloth diaper and plastic pants to a pull-up, and obviously prepared for the game, had her ample breasts held by a black sports bra. Her sisters were dressed in much the same way. The opposition was made up of mostly the younger ladies from the party, who were clad in an assortment of diapers and pads ranging from expensive incontinence garments to generic store brand pull-ups. Three just wore their bras, a couple had brought tee shirts, and Susie Ponds wore nothing on top, her smallish perky boobs seemingly in no need of support.

During one play as Vicki jumped up to try to pass the ball for Joanna to spike, Linda apparently trying to spike the ball herself clattered into Vicki’s back, and knocked her down. Linda fell herself and landed on Vicki straddling her back. Despite being slightly dazed Vicki felt an unusual warmth as the crotch of Linda’s diaper rested against her bare back. Once she had finished peeing, Linda quickly stood up and offered her hand to the amazed Vicki. As she pulled her up, she said “Oh-mi-God! I’m so sorry, are you all right.” Then she pulled Vicki close and whispered, “I’ll make it up to you later if you like.” With that she patted Vicki on the behind, and took position to receive the next serve.

Despite several breaks for laughter and drinks, and court-side changes of leaky wet diapers for Linda, Susie and another of Susie’s team mates, the game was over quickly. The tall athletic triplets, who were clearly better players than anyone on the other side, dominated the game. No one seemed to care much, as it seemed to be mainly an excuse to strip, and show off who had the hottest body.

As the players not in need of a diaper change were toweling themselves down and getting dressed, some of the other ladies brought out to the garden several platters of cold cuts, cheeses salads and other delicious looking food. The guests filled their plates, and sat at one of several round tables that were set out on the large patio. The triplets returned to work bringing wine and water to guests. Joanna Anna and Vicki were sitting with Bay Stevens and a number of other ladies who were close friends of Bay’s. “What’s the story with the Triplets?” asked Vicki.

“Oh they’re a little project of hours.” Responded Bay. “They lost their mother in a car accident when they were fourteen. By the time they were eighteen, they had been living in a number of foster and residential homes. No one could cope with three teenagers who were marginally incontinent. They had also been in trouble with the law a bunch of times, and they ended up on a drug possession bust. Fortunately for them the judge was one of our members, and

she was informed, by their lawyer, that they would need diapers to make it through the long court sessions.”

“Why are all of them incontinent?” Asked Anna.

“As with most multiples, they were very small when they were born, in fact Lucky, her real name is Lucy by the way, was so tiny they never thought she would make it, hence Lucky. Many preemies have some physiological problems, and with them for some reason their bladders did not develop normally. They have always had trouble with getting to the bathroom on time.”

“Must have been tough for them.” Said Anna, “I had a the same problem as a teenager, but at least I had Mama and the rest if my family.”

“That’s what Judge Jackie Washington thought, and when the case collapsed due to a problem with the evidence, a clerk over in Police HQ smoked it apparently, she decided they needed some help and our group was uniquely situated to provide it. We set them up in an apartment away from the drug ridden area where they had been living, and they enrolled in the local community college. After two years their grades were so good that they transferred to the University of Houston majoring in law enforcement. They graduated a couple of years ago, and now they have their own private investigation business.”

“That’s wonderful,” said Joanna, “Why are they still working here?”

“Oh they used to do it to make some extra cash when they were in school, now they just love it, and I guess it’s a way of saying thank you.”

“They do still have one bad habit.” Said a smiling middle-aged lady sitting next to Vicki, “they’re all lesbians and very promiscuous. They’ll hook up with just about anything in a skirt given the chance.”

“Yes,” said Bay, “Not my cup of tea, Henry and I are very happy, but they’ve been with just about all the gay and bi singletons here. I’m not sure why it is, but you do seem to be a high proportion of the membership.”

“Hi any more wine anyone?” said Lucky, Joanna pushed her glass toward Lucky, and Lucky lent forward and pushed her left breast into Joanna’s neck as she filled the glass with Californian Merlot. She whispered in Joanna’s ear, “If you want, you can get Lucky tonight.”

Two minutes later Joanna said quietly to Vicki and Anna, “Did you hear her, I bet she uses that line all the time. It looks like we are all going to be Lucky, are you guys up for it?”

“I am.” Responded Vicki.

“Me too.” Said Anna

Near the end on the evening Joanna Vicki and Anna headed over to the bar for a final drink. Laura poured each one a glass of Chianti, as Joanna said, “If you guys are still willing to party later, we would love too as well.”

“Hey, that’s great.” Said Laura. “Jessica and Susie will take care of the bathrooms, and the regular staff handles the rest of the clean up, so we don’t need to hang around once everyone has gone. We’re only a couple of miles away is our place ok? Just it might not work if you guys like a lot of privacy.”

“That’s cool. We have all seen each other in about every possible situation. We have a car coming, what’s the address?” Asked Joanna.

“Cancel it, there’s plenty of room in the Suburban, one of us will run you home when you are ready.” Responded Laura.

Half an hour later Linda and Laura showed their three guests into the huge loft which made up the apartment. Apart from two bathrooms, a laundry room and a few closets it consisted of one huge room. About two thirds of the space was divided by two floors and in the upper level was the main living area. The lower level consisted of a large kitchen and dining area, and the rest of the lower space was occupied by four desks covered in all sorts of computer and communications equipment, the desks were surrounded by book cases, filing cabinets and boxes of papers. “This is our main working place, though we do keep a small office to meet clients.” Said Linda. “Please come upstairs.”

The upstairs was furnished with three matching love-seats, a large number of cushions, a sixty-inch flat panel TV and a small bar. In one corner was a single bed pulled down from the wall covered in a comforter. Under the comforter a small object stirred slightly and started to gently snore. “Ignore her,” said Linda. “It’s just Storm, even if she wakes up, she will stay there until you are gone, and if she hears us she will get off on it. Will you have a drink?” Without waiting for a response, Laura poured large brandies for each of them and handed them round.

Lucky joined them after parking the car and said, “Great I though you started without me.” And she walked over to one of the love seats and immediately started remove cushions and pull out the bed it contained. Prompted by this, Laura and Linda did the same with the remaining love-seats. They then went to one of the closets and fetched pillows and comforters, which they placed on the beds.

Laura turned down the lights and went over to where Anna was standing with the others watching closely and feeling slightly bemused. She took Anna by the hand and led her over to the rail that looked over the lower floor, and said. “How do you like it, wet or dry?”

A slightly confused Anna said, “I’m not sure, what do you mean?”

“You know, is pissing during sex OK or do you like to keep it clean? Either way is cool with me, and the bed is well protected.”

“Wet is cool, I sometimes leak anyway, we might as well enjoy it.” Said Anna.

“Great, sometimes it’s hard for me not to get carried away, even when I’m trying to stay dry. Do you want to change and cleanup first?”

“Maybe, I’m pretty gross, I sweated up during that volleyball game, and I’ve had to change my diapers several times, since I showered this afternoon though I’m actually dry at the moment. What about you?”

“I’m pretty nasty myself, but I’m kinda ready for some action, how about we shower afterwards.” Said Laura, who gulped back the last of her brandy, as she kicked off her sandals.

“That’s cool.” Said Anna who took a final drink and put down her glass, and moved closer to Laura, who put her arms round Anna’s back and kissed her on the forehead, then on the lips. As they kissed they sidled rather awkwardly over to Laura’s bed, with the tall Laura bent over as she walked. At the same time they were fumbling to unzip the back of each others dress.

They broke away from each other for a moment as they reached the bed, and Anna watched as Laura pulled her short black dress over her head and dropped it to the floor as she shook her mane of long black curls away from her face. Anna let her eyes linger over the sight of Laura standing there in her black-lacy-push-up bra, and a sagging very wet cloth diaper covered by clear plastic panties. Then she reached down and pulled her green cocktail dress over head to reveal her eggshell blue seamless bra and a pull-up diaper.

Anna moved closer to Laura and put her thumbs inside the plastic pants and pulled them down over the dripping diaper. She then unpinned one side of the diaper, and Laura opened her legs slightly and let the diaper and plastic pants drop to the floor with a wet thud. Laura pulled the comforter back and motioned to Anna to get into bed. Anna slipped out of her diaper, left it on the floor, and climbed on the bed and lay on her back. Laura climbed over her and as she sat on Anna’s lower belly, Anna could feel Laura’s luxuriant and still wet pubic hair brush against her. Laura undid Annas bra and began to gently fondle her breasts, quickly she took of her own bra and rubbed her breasts into Anna’s eyes then allowed Anna to lick around her nipples. Then she moved her hips back and kissed Anna again on the mouth, while Anna clawed gently at Laura’s back. Laura suddenly pulled away into an upright stance and the comforter fell off them onto the end of the bed. She moved her hips over Annas stomach and raised her pussy to a height of six inches. Without warning she began to pee vigorously, the clear hot liquid splashed all over Anna’s stomach pooling in her belly button and flowing over her before soaking into the sheet below.

Anna who was already very aroused, was so overcome with the pleasure of feeling the hot liquid run over her that she had an orgasm as she lay there. Then she felt her own bladder relax, and pee begin to flow. Quickly she clenched herself shut and stopped the flow. She held on for a moment, until she was sure Laura was done, then she pulled herself up and still holding on pulled Laura over and climbed on top. Dribbling as she struggled to hold her pee, she positioned her hips about an inch over Laura’s breasts and with great relief let her pee escape. Anna moved back and forth a little, as the pale yellow fluid flowed over Laura’s breasts down her tummy and over her neck and into her armpits. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Laura cried as she reached up and grabbed Anna’s butt cheeks to pull her nearer.

As Anna’s stream weakened and stopped Laura reached to her own pussy and started to masturbate. “Let me.” Said Anna, as she scooted backwards over Laura’s legs. She lay flat face down on the bed and pushed Laura’s legs apart, and licked her to a climax.

Laura and Anna lay together on the wet bed and held each other for a while. They listened as Lucky and Joanna moaned and puffed away, and the bed squeaked as they were engaged in some energetic activity under the comforter on Lucky’s bed. In the short silences from Lucky’s bed, they could hear Vicki and Linda giggling about something in Linda’s bed. As time passed Laura and Anna would occasionally kiss and fondle each other, as they relaxed and caught their breath. One of the fondling sessions developed into a gentle fingering of each other’s pussy, which led to more orgasms. After this the very wet bed felt cold and clammy and they decided to hit the shower.

Half an hour later Anna and Laura sat in the dining area clad in black silk robes and pull-up diapers quietly drinking juice and eating pastries. They were soon joined by Lucky and Joanna. Who after using the other bathroom were wearing short blue terry cloth robes, under which were visible white pull-up diapers. From the living area above they could hear muffled moans and screams as Linda and Vicki were obviously still enjoying each other. Who’s Storm? Asked Joanna after an awkward silence.

“Oh she’s our friend from high school.” Said Laura. “She’s extremely shy and nervous around everybody, on account of the port-wine stain she has on her face. She was teased and bullied terribly in school to the point where she was too frightened to go into the bathrooms, so she started wearing diapers. When we were sent to her school in our junior year, we befriended her as a fellow diaper wearer and misfit. Of course among the girls we were big and there were three of us so we soon stopped the bullies, but she was hooked on her diapers anyway.”

“What about now, why does she live with you?” asked Anna.

“She works with us in our business, does all the computer stuff for us, she’s a complete genius at anything like that, still she won’t go out unless we force her though. In addition we understand why she wears diapers” Said Lucky.

“The ladies you met tonight are helping her though, they are paying for Laser treatment for her port-wine stain, and we are trying to get her to see a therapist to help with the shyness.” Said Laura.

They continued chatting for a while as they heard the shower running and eventually Vicki and Linda emerged, with large white towels wrapped around them. “Get dressed I’ll run you home, best if you’re not here when Storm gets up.” Said Lucky.

[Three Rivers]

Thanks for the new chapters.

[Heven]

God I love this story. I can't wait to read what happens next!

[Aardvark]

Chapter Twenty Plumbing Problems

Lucy was sitting beside Jennifer as they made their final approach to the Cape Canaveral Space center in the Grumman business jet, the controls of which had been configured to respond like an orbiter. Which meant it could reverse the thrust on the engines and fall almost like a stone from thirty thousand feet. It was their final practice landing before the launch in ten days time. To make it as authentic as possible they wore their bright orange pressure suits, under which were the MAGs they would wear during the real event. Jennifer held the controls and executed a perfect touchdown on the three-mile long runway. As the plane halted, Lucy removed her helmet and then her headset and said to Jennifer. “Great job, it was so smooth I just relaxed and enjoyed a nice slow pee in my diaper.”

“Wow, I’ve been holding mine, I thought Bill was on duty in checkout today, last time I had a wet MAG after a quick flight he gave me such a look. God knows why, it’s not like they get reused.” Said Jennifer. The checkout persons role was to help them in and out of their pressure suits and to ensure they were properly stowed and maintained. They also helped the astronauts in and out of the orbiter, prior to take off and after landing.

“No, Bill is sick, so it’s Eileen today, she never cares, and if she notices I’m wet, she’ll sometimes give me a quick smile, as if to say I know you like it, good luck to you.”

“In that case stay put a minute.” Said Jennifer as she leant back in her seat and relaxed, within seconds she was enjoying the feeling of relief as her overfull bladder let go, and her hot pee spreading over her lower body as it filled her waiting MAG. Thirty seconds later she turned and smiled at Lucy and said, “OK I’m done we can go.”

“That’s my girl.” Responded Lucy.

Later that morning after arriving back in the Agency office Facility, Lucy and Sarah were summoned to an unscheduled meeting in the office of Jim McNight Director of flight operations. Present were Jim and Bill Schmidt Director of Orbiter Systems Management, the chief engineering manager on the shuttle program. On the phone from Houston was Donna Trent, the Flight Director for STS169. Donna was the first female Flight Director in the history of the agency, and STS169 was her first mission. “What’s going on Jim? This better be good, I’ve got an extremely tight schedule before go into quarantine on Thursday.” Said Lucy

“Lucy we have a problem. We’re going to have to postpone the mission. I’m going to let Bill fill you in.” Said Jim.

“Postpone! We can’t postpone this mission. Any delay and we won’t be able to capture the WEESAT. In our case postpone means cancel, you know that,” exclaimed Lucy unable to hide her distress.

“Sorry Lucy it can’t be helped, now let Bill explain.”

“I guess there was a manufacturing error at the Phillips International Sanitary Systems plant. They fitted the new waste extraction system with a pump five hundred times more powerful than it should have been. You use that thing and you’ll get your kidneys sucked up along with your urine.”

“Well, can’t it be replaced?” asked Sarah.

“No, to save space we used a new really small pump, the only spares we have are built to the same specification. PISS say to build one to the correct spec, which would then need to be certified for use on the shuttle will take six weeks even if we expedite it.” Said Bill.

“We only have a maximum one week delay from the scheduled launch in ten days time, before we would have to pump all the fuel out of Atlantis and bring her back to the hanger. That means we would have to wait until March before we could launch.”

“Can’t we take the pump from Endeavor she’s not due to fly for six weeks.” Suggested Sarah.

“Same problem I’m afraid, we’ll be lucky to get STS170 of on schedule,” responded Jim.

“Well, can’t we put the old one back?” Asked Lucy.

“No, I’m afraid it just wouldn’t fit, the main advantage of the new one is that it is 40 percent smaller, we used the space for extra storage for personal hygiene items. Just as well with an all woman crew, we thought you would appreciate it.” Said Bill.

“One more crack like that and I won’t be held responsible.” Said Lucy who was struggling to contain her enormous frustration.

“Hey Lucy, we’re all as disappointed as you are, now Bill lets try and keep this professional.” Said Donna.

“Sorry Lucy but it just can’t be helped, we can’t expect you to fly for ten days without a bathroom, this isn’t project Gemini, when the guys had to sit for up to two weeks in their own crap.” Said Jim.

Lucy was getting angry now, but also an idea was forming in her head, she said, “are you saying we’re too soft to put up with a little discomfort and inconvenience, in order to pull of a critical mission?”

“No of course not, but do you have another idea?” said Bill.

“Maybe I do, please give me an hour and we’ll see, come on Sarah let’s round up the troops.” Said Lucy.

“No, we have to make a decision and move on,” Said Jim. “We’re going to have to postpone the mission.”

“Jim, scrubbing, will be a Public Relations nightmare, we haven’t had this much positive PR in years. If Lucy has an idea then it’s worth waiting another hour or two.” Said Donna, who was taking a major career risk, in speaking out against her boss.

“I agree with Donna,” said Sarah, besides you don’t want to deal with Gloria Pei when she’s pissed.

“OK, I guess an hour won’t kill us, let’s get back together at twelve hundred.” Said Jim.

Ten minutes later, Lucy and Sarah found the rest of the crew along with the four backups in a briefing room going over the pre-flight procedure with Joe Donovan from the cape staff. “There you are Lucy I know you’ve been through this before, but it is important.” Said Joe.

“Could you leave us alone for a while, in fact I’ll reschedule this briefing for this afternoon.” Said Lucy.

“I’m very busy.” Said Joe.

“Just get out!” said Lucy.

Joe looked at Sarah for support. “Do as Lucy asks please,” responded Sarah with a stare that would have set cement.

Joe beat a hasty retreat as Lucy began to explain to the crew the problem with the toilet on the shuttle. “I propose that we all use diapers for the entire trip, knowing you lot I doubt if anyone will object, but does anyone?”

“They will keep it out of the papers won’t they.” Asked Amanda, “the British press could have a field day with something like this.”

“I’m sure we can do that.” Said Sarah, who was just aware that one of her bladder spasms was hitting her, she overcame her concerns for a moment and visibly beamed with pleasure, as she felt her pull-up diaper becoming saturated with hot pee. “Look, they are bound to object, we need to have thought this through, to make sure it will work,” she continued.

Later they met with Jim and Bill in a large meeting room. Once Donna had called in Lucy said, “I bought Maria along she’s the best logistical expert we have, and Soumeni to answer any medical questions. Our plan is simply to use adult diapers for the whole trip. We think it will work, and I’ve asked all the crew, and they all agree if that’s what it takes they will go along with it.”

“Wow are you sure?” said Jim, “Lets talk about this, are you really confident it will work?”

“Yes we’ve given it some thought and run the numbers we’re confident it’s OK.” Said Lucy. “Maria please explain the logistics.”

“Well say eight diapers a day, times eight crew members, that’s sixty-four diapers a day. Then times ten days, that’s six hundred and forty. Round it up to eight hundred say to allow for an extension of the flight. A pack of twenty diapers is approximately one cubic foot, so forty packs would be about forty cubic feet or roughly four cubic meters. Without any major hardware to carry we will have plenty of room in the cargo bay. The weight is pretty minimal, compared with a satellite, or major piece of Space Station Hardware” Said Maria

“You say diapers not MAGs,” Said Jim.

“Yes,” replied Soumeni, “the MAG was designed to be used by a large male for up to eight hours, and even then they over engineered it. The average woman uses only 10 percent of the capacity of a MAG when she voids, if a MAG is used only once, then we will need as many MAG’s as diapers. Eight hundred MAGs would take up more than four times the space of commercial adult diapers.”

“We don’t propose sitting around in wet diapers all day just to save space.” Said Lucy.

“Now obviously we need to store the used diapers, continued Maria, the wet-trash container will soon get filled, so we will store them in regular trash sacks, we figure if we take forty extra trash sacks that ought to be OK. We can move them out into the cargo area during the EVAs. Now we will need to keep the last couple of days worth in the storage level of the crew cabin, as we won’t have access to the cargo bay after the last EVA on day eight, but by then according to the experienced girls things get pretty smelly on board anyway.”

“At least with a mostly male crew it does.” Laughed Lucy.

“OK, but is it healthy to wear diapers all the time?” Asked Bill.

“Well it’s not ideal, but if you ask most urologists they will say women should not wear any underwear, as it increases the risk of a urinary tract infection, but most of us wear them anyway. As long as we change straight after voiding, I don’t see any serious risk of problems. Besides we could just put the diapers on when we need them,” said Soumeni, ‘I’ll wear mine all the time, so will the others I bet,’ she thought.

“Well I’ve worn a diaper almost twenty-four seven, for more than two years now, without any major problems. In fact if this works maybe, we can relax the rules and put me back on flight status.” Said Sarah. ‘Oh no, another spasm, God I’m wetting again, I really should have changed myself before this meeting, thank heavens I wore plastic pants today, because this diaper’s bound to leak.’ She thought.

“It was OK for the Gemini guys,” said Lucy.

“Are you sure the commercial brand’s won’t leak?” Asked Jim.

“I have been working on a side project to redesign the MAG, and as part of it we tested most of the major commercial products. A couple of them came out very well rated, so we should be OK. They still have over twice the capacity needed for a single void. Besides we can always use the mini vacs to scoop up anything that escapes.” Said Soumeni.

“Plastic pants could help as well,” chimed Sarah acutely aware of her soaked diaper and the drops of liquid pee in the crotch of her pants.

“Why not just use catheters and bags, like the guys?” Asked Bill.

“The only way to effectively catheterize a woman in zero gravity is to insert a stint, this is painful, carries a high risk of infection, and can possibly cause permanent bladder damage. That’s why we only use MAGs for female astronauts, personally as a urologist I would choose a diaper over a catheter every time.” Replied Soumeni.

“Why not just use Apollo Bags?” asked Jim, referring to the bags used by astronauts to collect waste in the Apollo era, before spacecraft were fitted with toilets. The bags were still carried as an emergency backup in case the orbiter toilet had problems.

“God no!” exclaimed Donna, “those things are a nightmare for the guys, and for women they are almost useless. I talked with Jackie Rosberg, after the pee-sickle formed on Endeavor’s first flight, and they had to switch off the toilet. She said she felt like she took a bath in her pee every time she used one.”

“I agree, they never redesigned the things for women, and in micro gravity without something to soak up liquids, it just comes straight back out again.” Said Soumeni. “Having the diaper next to your urethra allows the wicking effect of the absorbent material to work best, without allowing the liquid to float away.” Soumeni again added more detail than necessary, the idea being to make the men as uncomfortable as possible, to cut down on questions, and cloud their thinking.

“Bill any more questions?” Asked Jim, who was becoming increasingly hot and uncomfortable. “If not, I agree we should try this idea. I’ll take your recommendations to the steering committee. We’ll have to take independent medical and technical advice of course. Look, I should have a decision by tomorrow morning, so carry on for now, thanks Ladies.”

“OK one more thing, let’s keep this on a need to know basis, I don’t want the babes in orbit headline to turn into a babies on orbit headline.” Said Lucy.

“You got it,” said Jim, while Bill just smiled.

After leaving the meeting room all four astronauts headed for the nearest women’s restroom, where Sarah headed immediately to the first stall. As soon as she had the door shut, She kicked off her pumps, then she hitched up the skirt of her cream linen business suit above her waist, after that she quickly slipped of her pale pink full cut panties. After placing her panties on the paper holder, she then carefully removed her plastic pants and diaper, and wiped herself down thoroughly. “That was a pretty close call,” called Sarah to Lucy who was cheerfully peeing in the stall next to her.

“Oh I thought it went pretty well, I was expecting them to kick up more of a fuss, I’ve been kind of been expecting them to find an excuse to scupper this mission.” Said Lucy.

“But surely they wouldn’t risk having to return the fee to BSAT would they?” asked Maria, from the third stall, as she pulled her black silk panties up over her very moist pussy.

“Oh, didn’t you know, the fee is non refundable, because of the tight deadline the agency said it could not guarantee that the mission would be flown.” Replied Lucy as she gently wiped her pussy.

“Yes and if the mission is not flown, they can send Atlantis up to the Space Station in April instead of August as scheduled. The STS175 crew is deliberately fast tracking their training, in case they get the chance.” Said Sarah, as she wiped the inside of her plastic pants, with a piece of toilet paper. Oh by the way the close call I was talking about was with my diaper I double wet it, and I was sure I was going to spring a leak, in front of the guys”

“Speaking of leaks,” Maria said, “does anyone have a panty pad or something I’m dripping. Talking about diapers in front of those guys has got me very hot.”

“I have some of those light bladder pads.” Said Soumeni as she pulled her navy blue chinos over her white cotton briefs which one of the pads she had mentioned. “Coming over.” She said as she passed one to Maria over the divider between their stalls.

“Well let’s hope we don’t have any of the other kind of leaks, ones to the press I mean let’s face it, we could be in for some pretty embarrassing stories, if this ever gets out.” Said Lucy as she zipped her black pants over her new scarlet silk bikini panties, which had been a good luck present from Sarah.

“Are you still having problems with stress incontinence, then Soumeni?” asked Maria, as she slipped the pad into her panties, and pulled up her brown trousers.

“I’m doing better now, it’s just a dribble every now and then, I just wear the pads out of habit I suppose. I passed my physical so I’m clear to fly. I don’t suppose that really matters now anyway.”

“It’s a stupid rule anyway, I think it’s just another way to discriminate against women, we’re ten times more likely to have bladder trouble than men are.” Said Lucy.

“Yes well I hope they relax it soon,” said Sarah, “I’m getting worse if anything, and I do so want to fly at least one more mission.”

“Well I hear the Russians bent the rules big time, when they let that Frenchy Swords, you know, the pop singer go onto the space station.” Said Soumeni as the women gathered to wash their hands. “I heard from a good source, she wears diapers most of the time.”

“Never,” said Maria, “I mean how does she get away with it under those tight outfits she wears when she performs.”

“I guess she goes without a diaper, wears dark colors and has lots of costume changes.” Said Soumeni.

“We need to get back to work, we have a lot to get done, come on.” Said Lucy.

The next morning Jim called Lucy and Sarah to his office, and told them that the flight operations steering committee had reviewed their proposal and had agreed to it. They were to work with the procurement department, to get the necessary diapers purchased and stowed on the shuttle.

As they left the office Lucy said to Sarah, “we have to celebrate, I should be done a little early this evening, the weather’s great, how about taking a run out to the beach house tonight.”

“OK I’ve always wanted to go to that place. It’s usually just for those with significant others these days.”

“I know, I never had the chance either, that’s why we should make use of it now.” Said Lucy, as she looked around and seeing the corridor was empty she kissed Sarah on the lips.

That evening they set off on the two-mile run from the Astronaut quarters along the little used road to the beach house. They were both dressed in powder blue nylon running shorts and pale blue USAF tee-shirts. Sarah had emptied her bladder just before leaving, and wore her favorite black lingerie under her clothes. When running outside she managed without a diaper if she would not need to spend any length of time back indoors before changing. She disliked the chafing between her legs, and anyway when outdoors in the warm weather, her nylon shorts would soon dry if she had an accident.

They ran past the dunes and the basking alligators, which over the years astronauts had learned would leave them alone, and were soon at their destination. The beach house was an old private residence left over from the days before the Space Center had been built. It was several miles inside the massive compound, and well away from the prying eyes of the press. It was kept as a place where early astronauts could escape from the constant press attention. Later it was used mainly as a place for astronauts and their spouses to say goodbye, before they left on their missions. It consisted of two stories the lower of which was a boat house and other storage. The upper contained two small bedrooms, a tiny bathroom, and a living area which included a small kitchen.

Lucy unlocked the door and led Sarah upstairs, “hey grab a six-pack from the fridge and let’s head over to the dunes to cool off a bit, I’m just dripping with sweat here.” Said Lucy, as she opened the door to the larger of the bedrooms. ‘Great Julie left the stuff,’ she thought, as she saw the large beach bag Lucy had prepared, and had asked Julie Brooks to drop off earlier. She went over and collected two beach towels from the bag, then headed back into the living area.

They spread the towels out on the dunes facing the sea, and kicked off their running shoes. Next they took off their sweaty tee-shirts and running shorts, and then spread them over a bush to let them dry out. Sarah passed Lucy a cold beer, then sat down on her towel and pulled open her own beer. Lucy clad in just the same scarlet panties and bra she wore the previous day. Sarah had given her them as a present, and anticipating what might happen tonight, she had washed them by hand in the sink that morning.

“That was a close call with the orbiter toilet,” said Sarah, shivering as a little as a gust of wind caught the drying sweat on her long slim back.

“Never mind about work, let’s enjoy ourselves.” Said Lucy as he pulled up part of Sarah’s towel and gently dried her back. When she finished, she pulled herself over Sarah and sat on her outstretched legs. Then she pulled Sarah’s hair aside and kissed her on the neck then the mouth.

“Hey let’s just lie back and unwind a little first,” said Sarah. “We have plenty of time, I’m still a little tense.”

“Anyone would think that you were going to sit on top of a four and a half million-pound rocket, and get blasted into space next week,” laughed Lucy.

“I know it’s crazy, but I’m far more scared for you than I ever was for myself. I never had anyone I cared about so much, go up before.”

“You know, now I’m the Commander, I’m much more scared of screwing up, than on both my previous flights. I don’t even think about the physical danger.” Said Lucy echoing the ageless thoughts of countless astronauts and pilots, better dead than look bad. As she spoke, Lucy nimbly moved into a kneeling position behind Sarah, and after gulping back half of her beer, she began to massage Sarah’s shoulders and neck

“Oh that’s so good,” whispered Sarah as Lucy continued with the massage, and they fell silent for a while. Several minutes later, after Sarah had finished one beer and was half way through another one, she felt one of her bladder spasms coming. Instinctively she reacted as always when not wearing a diaper and said, “Quick I need to pee, let me up.”

“Hey relax and just let go.” Responded Lucy as she continued to squeeze Sarah’s shoulders and she inched forward closer to Sarah. Moments later Lucy heard a familiar hiss, and felt her knees getting warmer and wetter, as Sarah’s pee flooded through the black lace panties she was wearing, and into the towel.

“Ah that’s better.” Said Sarah as the combination of beer, massage and Lucy’s company worked to make her relaxed.

“I need to go as well,” said Lucy as she moved as close to Sarah’s back as possible by spreading her knees around Sarah’s behind. Then by arching her own back she managed to get her crotch as close to Sarah’s back as she could. Once in position she relaxed started peeing, the hot pale liquid running through her scarlet panties, down Sarah’s spine where it soaked into the back of her black lacy panties, and down the crack of her butt, eventually adding to large wet area on the towel. When she had finished, Lucy unarched her back unhooked her bra and pushed her breasts into Sarah’s muscular back, then she used her hands to cup each of Sarah’s firm breasts through the lace of her black bra. Moving her head behind Sarah’s ear, she whispered, “Ready now?” Within moments they had rolled over onto Lucy’s dry towel, and with Sarah on top were kissing caressing and clawing each other to mutual climaxes.

After catching their breath they took the dry towel and remaining beers to the other side of the dune, and lay in each other’s arms. Where they watched the massive red sun, set behind the enormous buildings, built to assemble the Saturn Five Rockets that had sent men to the moon decades before. Draining the last of her beer, Lucy looked over at the floodlit Atlantis sitting on launch pad 39b and said “I may never go to the moon, but I would like to think my kid would get there one day.”

“Kid, do you have something to tell me?” laughed Sarah.

“No of course not, but I’m not too old, I haven’t given up on having a kid yet.”

“Oh so you’re still looking for a husband,” said Sarah struggling to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“Husband, hell no. I just need to borrow a few swimmers from some dude.” Said Lucy.

“Hey, why don’t we have a quick swim, and head into the house. I want to finish the night on the

bed, where so many of our illustrious colleagues have had their last nookie, before blasting off into the history books.”

“OK, I’m not sure about that, you know with my problem.” Said Sarah.

“Don’t worry I thought about itt.” Said Lucy, “come on let’s swim.”

Fifteen minutes later the two women, still naked from their swim in the still warm Atlantic, took a quick cold shower under the old fresh water shower on the outside of the beach house, and then dried themselves on two fresh towels Sarah fetched from inside. When they were dry, they padded into the bedroom of the beach house. Lucy emptied the contents of the beach bag onto the old sagging mattress of the double bed. She removed a cheap plastic backed mattress cover, and covered the heavily stained mattress with it. “I’m doing this to protect us more than the mattress. Though it does contain so much interesting DNA, that it ought to be preserved for science.” Laughed Lucy, as Sarah walked into the bedroom carrying two Margeritas. Lucy took her drink and sipped it before setting it down on the old dressing table, she then picked out some new black cotton sheets from the contents of her bag, and made up the bed.

“There are some diapers over here, please open the package and get me one.” Said Lucy as she tucked in the top sheet. Sarah walked over and picked up the pack of pull-up diapers, and split the plastic wrapper. She pulled out two diapers and unfolded them, she then tossed one to Lucy, which flopped onto the middle of the bed, from where Lucy retrieved it. Sarah took her own diaper and sat on the bed, where she pushed her long legs through the diaper and pulled it to her knees. Then she stood up and pulled the diaper up, with her fingers she gently rubbed her pussy through the cloth of the diaper, and then watched as Lucy stepped into her own diaper and brought it up to her waist. Lucy went to the pile of contents from the beach bag, and picked up Sarah’s favorite sexy short nightdress and handed it to her. Then she took her brand new see thru top and put it on.

“I’m hungry, let’s see what there is to eat.” Said Sarah

“OK, I’ll see if I can find some tunes.” Responded Lucy. Who went into living room, and found an old boom box, into which she inserted a tape of Motown’s greatest hits.

Sarah walked over to the old coffee table and put down a bowl of Tortilla Chips and some hot salsa, and then retrieved the rest of the pitcher of Margeritas she had made earlier. The two settled on the old couch, where they snuggled up, and chatted as they ate the chips and drank their Margeritas. Occasionally they would break from eating to fondle and caress each other.

When a song was playing that they loved, they would sing along and get up and dance. After finishing her drink, Sarah took Lucy’s glass from her had and set it down. She then took Lucy’s right hand and put it in the front top of her own diaper, Lucy took the cue and pushed her had down into the diaper. “Not too far,” said Sarah, “I don’t want to leak on this sofa, here goes.” With that she started to slowly let go. As she felt Lucy’s fingers reaching down, and her pee flooded into every part of the diaper, Sarah almost reached orgasm. She felt a little wetness escape as Lucy’s fingers broke the tight elastic seal round her legs. ‘This things filthy anyway,’ she thought as she allowed her flow to continue. Once her flow had stopped Sarah whispered “Hey I’m really hot, if you want to use the famous bed, we better hit it.”

“Yeah let’s go,” responded Lucy, and the two stood up and almost sprinted to the bedroom. Sarah ripped of her soggy diaper and let it hit the floor. Lucy, who was almost as ready to explode as Sarah, abandoned any idea of using her diaper as part of their lovemaking, and simply stood there and wet herself, as she watched Sarah wipe herself of with a towel and climb into bed. Ignoring the usual pull-up technique of slowing her flow to avoid leaks, she flooded and heard the pattering of drops of leaking pee hit the wooden floor. The moment she finished peeing, she ripped of her diaper, and without bothering to wipe jumped into bed with Sarah. They immediately assumed the sixty-nine position, and brought themselves to a series of delicious climaxes.

A few minutes later Sarah caught her breath and moved closer to Lucy to avoid the dual wet patches of pee and pussy juice and said. “Your performance in your diaper, back there reminds me of an old joke.”

“What’s that?”

“A man hires a prostitute for the evening, and when she arrives he asks her to strip and stand against the wall. He tells her to bang her butt against the wall to make a sound like thunder, and at the same time to switch the light on and off to simulate lightning. Then he tells her to pee on the floor to sound like rain, She does all this and gets really turned on, so when she has finished peeing she says to the man, ‘I’m so hot, come on screw me now,’ after a moment the man responds, ‘in this weather, you must be joking.’

[Aardvark]

Chapter Twenty One Quarantine

Wednesday was the last night before the eight astronauts and the four backups were to go into quarantine. The twelve women had to be isolated from all normal contact with other people for the week before the liftoff of Atlantis. During this week only essential personnel and spouses, which did not apply in the case of the STS169 crew, could have direct contact with the astronauts, and they would have to wear surgical masks and sterilized jump suits when they were in the Astronauts compound. The purpose of the isolation was to minimize the risk of an infectious illness being carried aboard the Atlantis, and incapacitating the crew during the mission.

The Atlantis crew had dinner with family members and friends that evening, and said their goodbyes by about ten P.M. which was the official curfew, and the start of the isolation. There had been a tradition in the agency that went back to some of the earliest missions, that a secret invitation only party started at ten P.M.. The parties held for early all male missions, had been wild affairs attended by the crew, other astronauts and some of the girls who hung out in the astronauts favorite bars. With the shuttle came the addition of women, and more civilian men to the astronaut corps, and this led to the toning down or even abandonment of the parties. Sometimes, however, there was an all male mission that was dominated by military and ex-military astronauts and the parties were as wild as ever.

Sarah had worked with Diane and Julie and had arranged a party they knew would appeal to the tastes of the crew. The invitation list consisted of the twelve astronauts plus Mika, Gloria, Anita who had quit her job and had decided to wait until after the holidays to look for a new one. Amanda’s stepsister Jocelyn and her partner Bridget who had flown over for the launch, and Lucy’s sisters Jody and Erica. Other guests included the three journalists who had been granted exclusive access to the women during the pre flight period Victoria Falls of the London Daily Fountain. Joanna Peeters of the Houston TV station WETS, and Anna Pistonme a freelance Italian Journalist. The guest of honor, was the doyenne of the astronaut corps, the legendary Darla Storm, veteran of five missions and commander of her last two. Trusted agency female employees had been recruited to man the bar and help with clearing up.

Lucy had approved the invitation list and had been astonished to find Darla’s name, Diane had informed her that the three women she had counseled over the use of MAG’s had been Beate and Conchita, who Lucy had guessed months before and Darla. Others had questioned the presence of the three journalists, but had been assured that they were cool, and could be relied upon to, at least keep certain things quiet, diapers being an occupational necessity of many female journalists as well as astronauts and pilots.

The dress code for the party was short evening dresses, (discrete diapers optional) with dancing shoes. The party was held in a small room in the residential area, which was to be occupied by the isolated astronauts. By about ten forty five all the guests had arrived and most stood or sat around in groups chatting. A few party diehards had started dancing to the disco manned by Julie, who after Jumping Jack Flash had finished playing, announced the first piece of entertainment. “Ladies please open your purses and contribute generously to Kevin Jacob and Nate, these boys are working their way through college so ever dollar counts.” The three male strippers performed for three songs, and by the end were virtually pulled apart by the women. They didn’t complain, however as they had collected some thick stacks of money by the end.

Some of the exclusively lesbian women had been a little reluctant to join in at first but Sarah and Darla had led the way and been near the front. Afterwards Lucy asked Sarah, “I didn’t think that was your thing.”

“Oh I always like the look of a muscular well endowed young man, it’s what they turn into when they get older I can’t stand.” Replied Sarah

“Well that concludes the first part of the night’s entertainment,” said Julie, “now we can drop the need for discretion.” Gloria and Anita then opened a set of partitions behind which was a large table covered in disposable diapers of all brands, along with powder and plastic pants in several sizes. Behind the table were three diaper genies to hold the used diapers. “Ladies help yourselves, the next entertainment will be from the Riverdance team and will start in about ten minutes.”

Almost all of the guests had foregone the option to wear diapers for the first part of the party, having expected that there would be strangers about for part of the party. As well the few who had chosen to wear diapers were mostly in need of a change, so this led to a rush to grab a diaper by almost all the party goers. A scene of apparent chaos reigned as evening dresses were hitched up, panties and used diapers or pads were removed and diapers were put on. Several of the ladies who had not worn diapers compared how wet their panties were, as they had been somewhat carried away and forgotten they were not wearing diapers. As the ladies changed their underwear, some of the helpers scurried around and mopped up puddles on the hard floor of the party room.

“This is the most bloody brilliant thing I’ve ever seen,” said Jocelyn to Amanda as the taped themselves into maximum absorbency diapers. “Where did you find all these gals, I doubt if I’ve ever met half a dozen like minded women before in my life.”

“Oh I think they put something in the water,” joked Amanda, as she smoothed down her crimson satin dress over her bulky diaper. “Come on let’s get another drink, we’re not allowed any alcohol once we’re quarantined.”

“I’ll get them, don’t you have to change for the dance?” said Jocelyn as she noticed Maria slipping her gold speckled black dress over her head to reveal a white bra and pull up diaper. Maria hung her party dress on a hanger and changed into her dark green tunic, which was the dancers’ uniform. She replaced her black pumps with tap shoes, and then helped Amanda out of her dress.

Maria said to Amanda, “I can’t wait until later when we’re alone, I’ve been dying to get you out of this dress, ever since you bought it.”

“I thought of you when I chose it, I’m getting hotter by the minute, but let’s enjoy the party, we have all week.”

“Ladies please your attention to the stage, Miss Jennifer Waters and the Shuttle Shufflers proudly present a performance inspired by the show Riverdance. With choreography by Jennifer Waters and Sarah Leaks, costumes by Conchita Aqualera and Rachel Raging Brook!” Yelled Julie. Jennifer led out the dancers dressed in a white shirt with a black vest over it, and a huge white diaper which protruded from its edges of her black full cut underwear. Her legs were covered in sheer black stockings held up by garters. She and the rest of the women danced three numbers to the music from the CD, the performance slowly building to a crescendo of music and foot tapping rhythms. The flared skirts of the green tunics of the other dancers flew up to reveal their dazzling white diapers, which were lit by strobe lights carefully positioned around the stage.

As the music stopped everyone applauded and yelled as Julie beckoned the rest of the partygoers onto the stage. “Everyone join in, come on!” she yelled as she started the final number again. En masse the entire party formed a line and with a great deal of gusto and varying degrees of skill they performed the final number again. After the music finished, all the participants stayed on the stage and hugged and kissed each other for a few moments.

Lucy and Sarah, who had stripped to their bras and diapers, were standing together in the changing area toweling off the sweat that came from the exertions of dancing. Darla Storm came up to them and said, “great party much better than any of the ones for my missions, I’m so glad you invited me.”

“Oh we were so pleased you could come, we had no idea that you would appreciate the theme if you know what I mean.” Said Lucy.

“Oh I love it.” Said Darla, as she adjusted her diaper under her short black dress. “I just want to know why if you’ve got such a great scene going on why you didn’t invite me before?”

“Well we only found out how many of the girls were into this a few weeks ago when we did the Ray Peno show, before that I guess we were just couples and small groups, who obviously kept this to themselves.” Said Sarah, as she pulled her cream dress over her head. “It was Soumeni who kind of figured it out, and staged an event made us reveal ourselves.”

“I was pleased when Diane asked me if she could suggest adding me to the guest list, I’m afraid my own experiences with diapers have been rather solitary so far. Though at least now my youngest daughter is in college, and I can indulge myself at home without any worries.”

“Well I need a drink,” said Sarah, as she finished brushing her hair, “come on enjoy the party and I’m sure it won’t be the last with this theme.”

Darla was forty-six and still had the figure of a thirty-year-old, she had divorced her husband twelve years earlier, and had not had a steady relationship since. She was explaining to Sarah how she had become infatuated with diapers a few years earlier when she had rather given up on meeting a new man to share her life with. “I guess they find me rather intimidating. Most of them don’t seem to be able to deal with a strong successful woman.”

Sarah and Darla were joined at the bar by Lucy and her two sisters. “I know what you mean exactly, hello I’m Erica Rivers Lucy’s sister, the more successful my business has become, the more difficult it is to meet men who are interesting and are interested in me, sometimes I think Lucy and Sarah have the right idea, just keep it among us girls. Of course with my daughters to look after I want to set the right example. No offence Lucy but I would like grand children one day, and kids do need a father, so I wouldn’t want them to think it’s OK to not bother with guys at all.”

“I don’t know about setting an example, my eldest Bethany just graduated from Ohio State and has set up home with her college roommate, while they both get their Masters, and the younger one Susan doesn’t seem all that interested in boys either, their dad is mortified.” Said Darla.

“Well they can always use a sperm donor if they want kids I guess,” said Jody, “Or they could adopt, in fact Jerry and I have a couple of little angels who might be on the market if they behave like they did during dinner today, I’m sorry about that guys.”

“Oh they were fine really.” Said Sarah. “You’re so lucky to have them.”

“Well just in case you decide to hang on to them, I might have to get out the turkey baster myself soon, my clock is ticking pretty fast now, I will be forty in April.” Said Lucy, who immediately realized she had perhaps gone a little to far. “Just kidding I wouldn’t embarrass the Agency like that.”

“Hey I would bloody well do what you want, bugger the agency,” said Darla whose third drink had loosened her tongue, and made here use some of the rich British vocabulary, she had picked up from her last mission’s pilot a Royal Navy officer. “I mean all this concern about gay people and single moms in the agency is so nineteen fifties, it’s about time we came into the twenty first century.”

“Yes, I agree,” said Sarah, “but we still rely on Congress for most of our funding and those things still matter with them.”

“Hey this is getting far too serious let’s enjoy the party, I think Julie is ready to announce the next piece of entertainment.” Said Lucy.

“Ladies especially here for your entertainment, please welcome direct from Chicago Illinois, Miss Cindy Diver!” Announced Julie as Relax by Frankie goes to Hollywood, started to play through the sound system. At the same time a long-legged blonde walked onto the stage dressed in one of the bright orange pressure suits worn by the astronauts during take offs and landings. She danced for about a minute as she slowly unzipped the suit to just above her waist to reveal a pierced belly button and a gold bra. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let the top of the suit drop down revealing her slender body to the audience. She continued to dance, and the next thing to come off was the gold sequined bra, which she threw to the back of the stage.

Cindy then walked along the line of women closest to the front of the stage and pressed her heavily scented breasts into the faces of some of them. Beate Wasserstrom took the opportunity to pat Cindy on the behind and turned to face the group with a big smile and a thumbs up. At this Cindy stepped back a couple of feet from the front of the stage and let her space suit drop to the floor revealing a cloth diaper under a pair of clear plastic pants. At this, the whole audience cheered and clapped and high fived each other. Cindy sat down and motioned to a couple of the women to pull the legs of her suit clear from her high heeled dancing shoes.

“Glad there not part of the real suit, I would break a leg walking in them.” Said Pat to Rachel as they watched. Cindy then climbed the stripper’s pole which was part of the permanent stage fittings. She span around the pole with surprising agility, showing off her medium sized breasts to great advantage. She then returned to the front of the stage and stood still for a moment, then she did a little pee pee dance, then smiling coyly put one hand to her face and the covered the crotch of her diaper. When she removed her hand small beads of liquid were visible in her plastic pants, and the lower part of the cloth diaper was clearly discolored. As they watched Cindy wet herself, the ladies went wild again, with shouts and screams. Several lifted their skirts and pointed to the wet diapers underneath.

Cindy removed her plastic pants and threw them to the audience, they were caught by Carole Fawcett who waved them wildly over her head, then planted them on the head of her friend Betty. Cindy danced around the stage, with pee dripping from the saturated diaper as she moved. Then she unpinned the diaper and let it fall to the floor, and the music stopped and she bowed to the audience, who applauded loudly yet again.

Ten minutes later Julie took Cindy, who by now was dressed in a short white skirt, a white tee-shirt and a pull-up diaper, over to meet Mika who was chatting with Hirome and Natasha. After she had introduced everybody Julie said, “Cindy was my room mate at Northwestern, we were roomed together because we were bed-wetters, they will do that if you ask.”

“Where did you learn to dance like that?” asked Hirome.

“That’s how I paid for college, at least for food and books, the diaper piece was something I added for you guys of course.”

“What do you do now?” asked Mika,

“Oh I’m a CPA for a company based in Chicago, excuse me a moment while I get a drink.”

While she was gone Mika asked Julie, “So she’s your girlfriend?”

“No she’s completely straight, got a boyfriend back in Chicago, he loves her diapers, which is good for her. We fumbled around in college a few times, but I could tell she was not really into girl on girl stuff.”

“She doesn’t mind about tonight, we can rely on her can’t we?” Asked Natasha.

“Oh of course she’s very discrete and she loves to dance, I think she would go back to it, but her current job keeps her pretty busy.”

Julie played a couple of slow songs to let everybody wind down for a minute. Sarah danced with Lucy and whispered to her, “this has been a blast but this is our last night together for a while, I’m ready to take off, how about you.”

“I agree, let’s go after this song, I need my diaper changing, and I could use a bath I’m pretty gross.”

After the song they made their goodbyes and headed to Lucy’s room in the Astronaut quarters. On their way out they saw Diane follow Soumeni into her room, while back at the party Julie had livened up the music again. Erica had continued to chat with Darla at the bar while Jody sensing a connection had left them, and hooked up with the twins Rachel Natasha Pat and Cindy who were hogging the dance floor.

Darla and Erica had chatted about their children, ex husbands, work and diapers for a while, when Julie put on a swing song, to which Beate and Conchita and two other couples started to Jitterbug, about half way through the first song, Darla said, “that looks like fun do you want to give it a go?”

“Sure thing, I love this music.” Replied Erica.

“Me to, you know my husband and I did this all the time, even before it became fashionable again, come on.” For several minutes they danced and twirled, with flared skirts rising to expose their white diapers. They took turns to lift each other over their heads, and pull each other through their legs. It soon became obvious that they were by far the most expert dancers on the floor, and the others stopped dancing and they gathered round to watch. After three songs the music stopped and everyone applauded.

“I need a break, and a drink” said Erica.

“Yes and a pee, I ‘m to well trained to let go on the move I need to relax before I can let it go. I’m not used to being diapered in public, well except when I’m flying of course.” Responded Darla.

Ten minutes later the music had been slowed down, and most of the remaining partygoers were dancing cheek to cheek, Darla asked Erica “do you want one last dance?” and Erica nodded and took Darla’s hand and led her to the Dance floor.

At the end of two songs Erica said. “Could I come to your room? Jody and her husband will keep an eye on my kids till the morning.”

“I was hoping you would want to come, but I was afraid to ask.” Responded Darla.

“Ladies thank you all for making this a wonderful night, here is the last song for the night, please take care going home.” Announced Julie as I’m Every Woman started to blast out of the speakers. After some wild dancing the ladies packed up their belongings changed into dry panties, or discreet diapers and headed to their rooms, or back to their hotels.

Little did any of them know that the events of the previous three hours had all been captured on videotape. Earlier that day Julie had thought she had made arrangement for the security cameras that monitored the party room to be switched off, while the party was going on. This was the customary arrangement for the pre flight party. What she did not realize was that her discussion with the head of security was overheard.

Joe Mulrooney was one of life’s losers, and despite being reasonably intelligent, he found it difficult to function in any kind of normal environment due to several behavioral problems. Anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder made it difficult for him to make or keep any kind of relationship. His lack of ability to relate to women had turned a mild fetish for diapers and wetting among lesbian women into a major paraphilia. His major outlets for relief for his obsession were various internet sites, he especially enjoyed reading a number of message and story boards devoted to diapers and panty wetting. Unfortunately his personality problems caused him to foul up even this source of enjoyment. His various IP addresses had been blocked from all the better boards because of the constant flaming his OCD had led him to do. He was unable to control his urges to abuse other posters to the boards. At times he would post dozens of messages in a day, and the moderators would have to take action, as other posters with interesting things to say would move away from the message board. He had also had his membership if several pay photo sites cancelled due to posting their copyrighted photo’s onto other free sites. He had done this as an attempt to get acceptance back onto the sites he was banned from.

Joe had recently been hired a security guard at the space agency, somehow his self-destructive behavior had never led to a serious criminal conviction, so he passed his background check, and he was hired for a probationary period of three months. Medications had led him to be able to control his tendency to major outbursts of emotion when at work. When he realized that there would be a party involving a lot women his curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to stay after his shift to watch the party.

The Agency’s penchant for redundancy helped him to do achieve this remarkably easily. He used his well developed electronic knowledge to block the video feed from the party room to the main security watch room, then he set himself up in the little used backup watch room and checked out the party. What he saw was far beyond his wildest expectations, he had expected maybe some kissing and if he was lucky, some stripping by the women. He set the video recording system going, and used the camera controls with his left hand to zoom in on the most interesting activity, while he rubbed his semi erect penis raw with his right. The only drawback was the low light levels in the room, which made it difficult to pick out details, but once he got it home he knew he would be able to freeze certain frames and improve the quality of the pictures.

He knew that then he would be getting a new ISP and IP address, and would be able to post his own pictures, that were far better than any of the generic stuff the commercial sites posted, or much of the amateur stuff taken with cheap digital cameras many of the free sites provided. The first thing he would need to do was check out the security computer’s records of photo ID’s so he could identify the women in the room.

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Chapter Twenty Two Blast Off

The remainder of the isolation period was filled with briefings and last minute dry runs of the flight procedures, but the pace was slightly less hectic than before and the astronauts attempted to enjoy as much rest and relaxation as their growing sense of expectation and anxiety would allow. The women shared rooms in the astronaut quarters, where Rachel and Pat together with Natasha and Hirome had been making the most of their time before the enforced separation the flight would bring. Lucy already missed the warm embrace of Sarah’s arms, as they were separated for the longest time in their nearly year long relationship. Her room mate Soumeni was also pining for her new friend Diane.

The day of the launch finally came and after a light lunch the astronauts dressed in their space suits to prepare for the six forty-five-pm launch. To maximize publicity for the flight, the specific launch window had been chosen to coincide with the evening news broadcasts. After their final conventional visit to the bathroom, they first they put on the bulky MAG’s, which would be the first of many diapers they would be wearing over the next twelve days. Over the top of their diapers went long underwear. Then they put on golf shirts went on over the sports bras they had been wearing since they dressed, next they were helped into their all in one pressure suits. These were colored in a reddish orange, and also acted as survival suits to protect them from hypothermia. If in the unlikely event of them living through a crash, or managing to bail out of a crippled orbiter they could survive an extended period in the Atlantic Ocean. Finally came the light weight but strong boots. Once in the shuttle they would put on their black helmets with a clear perspex front and would connect themselves to the onboard oxygen supply. The excitement they felt that after the long months of training they were finally ready to take off was really mounting by now, and they all high fived each other before emerging from the astronaut facility for their trip from the space center to the launch pad.

As they silently stood and waited to get on the transport, even for the three veteran astronauts the nervous excitement bordering on fear was becoming unbearable. Lucy decided to try and relive the tension. “We have a couple of minutes before we’re miked up,” she said, “we need a code word to let each other know when we’re wet, without everyone else listening in knowing what we mean.”

“How about attend,” said Jennifer, “you could say please attend to that warning light or something.”

“That’s a little boring how about something descriptive like golden, as look at Natasha’s golden hair.” Said Rachel as a warm gentle breeze blew in from the Atlantic and disturbed their hair.

“I like precious, as in wasn’t that a precious moment.” Said Alexis. “Maybe not it’s a bit too cute.”

“What do you think about priceless?” asked Amanda, “Like Space Shuttle five billion dollars, space suit five hundred thousand dollars, MAG fifty dollars, peeing your pants and no one knows... priceless.”

Everyone laughed and Lucy said “That’s the one priceless it is, just use it in a sentence. Come on everybody it looks like they’re ready for us.”

Twenty five minutes later they began being strapped into their seats on the shuttle ready to begin the final countdown to the launch. Before blast off they would endure more than two hours laying on their backs on the hard straight shuttle seats. The position with their legs above their bodies was very uncomfortable, but did have one side effect most astronauts disliked, but the STS169 crew rather welcomed. The fluid in their legs flowed back into the rest of their bodies which reacted by trying to get rid of it, causing their bladders to fill quickly. “You know I think it’s just priceless with all the money you yanks spent on this shuttle the passengers don’t even get a good view out the window when you take off.” Said Natasha from her seat in the mid cabin after she connected her microphone cord.

When they were all strapped into their seats, Lucy and Jennifer began the final pre-launch checks. Meanwhile the others sat and waited patiently, as much as the pre flight nerves that came with the thought of being blasted into space, on the back of something packing the explosive power of a small atomic bomb would allow. To add to the tension, an alarm sounded in the cockpit area, and after a few moments it cut off and Lucy said “don’t worry it’s just a test.”

In the cockpit area Behind Lucy and Jennifer and strapped in next to each other were Rachel and Soumeni, Rachel laughed out loud and said, as the thrill of peeing into her MAG relieved much of the pent up tension, “Oh Soumeni, the look on your face just then when the alarm sounded was just priceless.”

“Well I’m glad that priceless moment amused you as much as it did me.” Retorted Soumeni, as she turned round and grinned at Rachel. In fact she had been wet for a few minutes but was struggling to come up with a comic phrase. “One more of those and it will be doubly priceless, if you know what I mean.”

Lucy had misjudged her timing, she was hoping to wait until the shuttle blasted of before she had to wet her MAG. She hoped to repeat the thrill she had from her previous flight when she let loose her bladder just moments after the lift off as the shuttle shuddered and vibrated. The bottle of water she chugged, while they waited to be transported to the shuttle, had gone straight to her bladder and now she was getting quite uncomfortable. ‘Still forty minutes to go’ she thought as she checked the countdown clock. “I’ll never hold on that long, Oh well here goes,’ and she relaxed and let her pee flow into the waiting MAG, the highly absorbent stuffing pulled her urine way from her, but enough briefly puddled on the surface to warm the bottom of her cheeks, and it flowed further almost reaching the small of her back. He pleasure was heightened by the relief felt by her overfull bladder. She said “You know one of the greatest thrills comes from the launch, but the sense of anticipation I have now is truly priceless.”

Beate’s voice came over the intercom, “Atlantis this is Capcom.”

“Go ahead Capcom.” Responded Jennifer.

“Sorry guys but launch control is recommending a one hour hold, we’ve got a thunderstorm coming through here in about half an hour, it’s nothing too serious, it should be through pretty quickly.” Said Beate.

“Copy that Capcom, requesting permission to open our face masks, I think we could all use a drink it’s pretty warm in here.” Said Lucy.

“Go ahead and relax for a few minutes, not much we can do, we’re really dependant on the weather round here.” Said Beate with a slight snicker.

“Copy that Capcom, smoke em if you got em guys, and Beate you should see it in here it’s a scene of total serenity.” Said Lucy.

A few minutes later anxiety was starting to turn to tedium as the minutes past by slowly.

Being tightly strapped into the hard seats became even more uncomfortable, and wet diapers which had earlier given pleasure and relief from nerves, were becoming increasingly itchy. “You know this reminds me of the scene from the right stuff when Scott Glenn is stuck on the top of the first Mercury launch for four hours, then Dennis Quaid tells him to go ahead and wet his diapers,” said Amanda, “I always thought that was really priceless.”

“The most priceless part of the film for me was Dennis Quaid and Ed Harris having a humming contest while their trying to give semen samples.” Said Alexis, “now how does that air force song of yours go Luce.”

“Oh Dum! Dum! Dum!” hummed Lucy giving a spirited rendition of Up and Away Into the Wild Blue Yonder.

“Dum! Dum! Dum!” Responded Jennifer with her own version of Anchors Away.

After a minute neither woman could keep it up any longer and they both cracked up. “Oh that was one heck of a priceless moment.” Said Jennifer as she regained her breath.

“Hey guys that gives me an idea for an experiment.” Said Soumeni as she reached for her water bottle.

“Better save that for later, we’re going out live over the internet at the moment,” said Lucy.

A few minutes later Pat came on the radio “Atlantis this is Capcom.” Said Pat

“Go ahead Capcom.” Said Jennifer. “Hey where’s Beate.”

“Oh she had to pop out to Attend to something.”

“She’s probably pampering herself again.” Said Jennifer.

“Well were ready to resume the count, the weather’s cleared up and we’re all set here.”

“Great lets light this candle.” Said Lucy.

Lucy and Jennifer immediately became busy again with the numerous pre-flight checks, which were needed to ensure that everything would work without a hitch during the launch. Two minutes before the liftoff they closed the visors of the pressure suits. Then time sped up and as the Shuttles systems come to life the crew can feel it already begin to shake. A few seconds before take off they can feel the main engines roar to life. They hear three two one, and the solid fuel rockets ignite, bolts holding Atlantis to the launch pad explode, and the massive shuttle shoots away from the launch pad in a deafening roar.

In the crowded cabin the astronauts feel the vibrations from the massive engines, and are pushed back hard into their seats. Bladders filled again by the nervous sipping from their water bottles spontaneously release themselves into already wet MAGs. Above the roar of the engines they hear the announcements from Mission Control informing Lucy and Jennifer of the various abort options being passed. For about two minutes the vibrations and noise continue, then the ride becomes smoother and quieter as the Shuttle blasts higher into the thinning atmosphere. Only the increasing G forces pushing them back into their seats tell them that the engines are still running and they are still accelerating. The sky outside becomes darker and then a blast and a flash as the booster rockets separate. Now they are high enough that all they can hear is silence. They know now that they cannot return to the Cape, if there is a problem they will have to a land in Europe or Africa. A minute later they are fast enough to reach Orbit, and Lucy announces, “Hey rookies welcome to the club we are fifty miles high.” But the engines push them higher and faster still.

Now those lucky enough to be in the cockpit can look back and see the blue and white earth of clouds and oceans below, they are still accelerating and the G forces push them harder against their seats. Lucy who’s tension and concentration on the task in hand had been highest during the launch, realized she still had quite a full bladder. Not wanting to waste the opportunity she relaxed for a moment and just let go with relish. She felt her hot soothing pee flow around her as it streamed from her body. Those behind who have anything left in their bladders, just let go and emptied themselves completely into their waiting MAGs.

Now the engines cut off and the shuttle reaches 17,000 mph they are in orbit and everyone is weightless. Tethered items like checklists begin to float as far as they can. The astronauts begin to remove their helmets, unstrap themselves, and move into the cabin. They nearly all enjoy the feeling of weightlessness as they move around the cabin. The tiny amount of effort it takes, means they can use their fingers to make move around, even though it takes sone getting used to and they are clumsy at first. Maria is the exception, to the enjoyment, she immediately reaches for a sick bag and unloads the contents of her stomach into it. Space sickness is a common complaint among astronauts and no one knows who will be prone to it, so all the rookies have several barf bags stuffed into pockets ready to use. Almost remarkably Maria is the only sufferer.

They have no time to sit around and enjoy themselves, as they immediately start the process of stowing away their seats then unloading and re-stowing equipment they will need for the flight. They start up and program the ancient 1980s vintage computers used to control the shuttle’s life support systems, and set up other equipment. Normally they would wait to change clothes and diapers until the payload bay door had been opened and the toilet switched on. However, as soon Soumeni announced she had unloaded the first pack of the pull-up diapers they had stashed in one of the equipment lockers, everyone stopped what they were doing and headed for their personal gear.

As soon as the internal TV cameras were switched off, the astronaut’s bright orange pressure suits were stripped off, next came the longjohns, leaving each women in just their heavy MAGs and golf shirts. Rachel pulled out a small digital camera she had smuggled aboard and motioned to the others to line up and pose together. They all made the most of the weightless conditions to exhibit the bulky wet diapers they were wearing. Unlike on earth the diapers did not sag but kept the same shape they had when they were dry. They had to be quiet as Mission Control could still hear them. Rachel took a couple of snaps and handed the camera to Natasha who took one of Rachel with her hand inside her diaper. “That ones for Pat” She said.

The Mags were stripped of next stowed in trash bags, and baby wipes and diaper rash cream applied to slightly sore butts and pussies. Jennifer attempted to apply cream to Alexis’ butt as she floated around, but only succeeded in pushing her into the roof of the shuttle. “Oh that’s going to make life interesting later on.” She laughed.

“Just strap your feet in, and you’ll be fine.” Said Natasha picking up on exactly what Jennifer meant. After applying some roll-on deodorant, Natasha floated on her back and pulled her feet toward her, then she pushed her feet through the leg holes of her diaper and pulled it to her knees, then she straightened her legs and pulled the diaper up over her behind. She then repeated the process with a pair of high quality latex panties which fit snugly over the diaper. They all hoped the waterproof pants would be proved unnecessary, as the mass of electrical equipment on the shuttle kept it rather warm and the combination of diaper and plastic pants made them sweaty. Baby powder in the weightless environment was also out of the question.

The women finished dressing pulling either khaki pants with velcro strips attached to the legs or nylon shorts on over their diapers. The velcro strips could be used to attach any equipment they needed to uses as they moved around the cabin. Then they gave each other a quick inspection to check if the top of their diapers were showing above the waistband of their pants, or if the bulk of the diapers was really obvious. The New Hi Def. cameras on board would show everything clearly to the earthbound audience. With thumbs up all round Amanda switched the cameras back on.

Several busy hours passed by in relative silence, as the crew continued to set up and test equipment needed for the flight. This was punctuated only by a short meal break, and an occasional stop for a diaper change. Once they were on their own schedule, each crew member could use the toilet area of the shuttle, where there were no cameras or microphones, to change diapers.

Finally it was time to turn in for the evening. At this time all the cameras and microphones are turned off. In the darker lower cabin where most prefer to sleep, to avoid the constant ninety minute cycle of night to day, the crew striped down to diapers and tee shirts. Natasha then removed her tee-shirt and her bra. “Just trying something.” She says as she lies on her back with her medium sized, but still perky breasts pointing straight up, as they showed no sign of sagging.

“Cool.” Said Rachel. “Courtney and the girls will love that.” As she snapped a quick picture.

“And now or my next trick.” Said Natasha, as she removed her latex panties, and then turned herself upside down and spread her legs apart. The rest of the crew watched as a greyish yellow patch appeared in the crotch of her diaper and spread slowly down over her butt and toward her navel. “See no leaks.” She said.

“OK! OK! We get the point.” Said Lucy. “I was going to say unless any of you are experiencing leaks, It’s all right to go without your waterproofs if you want to.”

“I found if you start to feel like you may leak just stopping for a second and pressing your diaper against yourself seems to work” Said Soumeni.

“Just as long as you don’t get caught on one of the cameras, looking like you’re having a quick wank,” sniggered Amanda. “Hey Soumeni my back’s still killing me, do you have anything stronger than Tylenol?” Amanda was referring to the problem many Astronauts suffered from, in a weightless environment they grew by up to one and a half inches, as the lack of body weight allowed their spines to decompress, this caused muscle pain especially in the lower back as the muscles were stretched. The smaller women were usually less impacted than the men and it did improve as the flight progressed.

“I’ll give you a muscle relaxant to see if that helps and try sleeping bent over if you can. That should take part of the pressure off.” Said Soumeni.

“Why don’t we hit the sack it’s been a long day.” Said Lucy as she tethered her sleeping restraint to one of the straps on the ceiling of the lower deck. The sleeping restraint was a thin cotton sleeping bag which could be attached to the wall or ceiling of the shuttle.

“I’m still a little too wired to sleep, I never need that much any way, I think I’m going to chill on the upper deck for a while, I might sleep there to.” Said Alexis.

“I’ll come with you. I’m used to sleeping anywhere anyway.” Said Jennifer.

Jennifer and Alexis drifted with their sleeping bags up to the upper deck and tethered them together near the main window. The shuttle was as usual flying upside down and the view of the Pacific Ocean below was spectacular. “Give them a few minutes to nod off.” Whispered Alexis as they floated around side by side looking out the window. “I’m thirsty grab me my water bottle please.”

For twenty-five minutes they sipped lemon flavored water and floated around, occasionally hugging each other. Then as the sound of Natasha gently snoring wafted up from below, Alexis stripped of her pale blue tee-shirt and black bra, and wearing just her white pull-up motioned to Jennifer to do the same. As Jennifer stripped Alexis fetched the cord free wet-dry vacuum cleaner, they used to clean small spills, and attached it to a close by velcro patch. They then embraced and holding each other close kissed each other on the lips for several minutes. Alexis then pushed her feet into two of the canvas loops on the floor, which the astronauts used to hold themselves in place when they needed to work on something. Then holding Jennifer from behind she pushed her gently upwards so her face met Jennifer’s breast. She gently began to lick around Jennifer’s right boob slowly closing in on the erect nipple, which she took a short gentle suck on as she reached it. She then repeated the process on the left breast. After this she worked her way down to the top of Jennifer’s diaper. Jennifer instinctively reached down to pull it off. “No, not yet.” Said Alexis. “Do you need to pee?”

“A bit.”

“OK I’ll hold your diaper in place in case you leak”

“Er what.”

Alexis pushed Jennifer’s legs apart and held them as she put her head through and said “pull my hair away from my neck” Jennifer pulled Alexis’ pony tail above her head, and then Alexis pushed the back of her neck into Jennifer’s diaper clad pussy. “Ready when you are.”

“Here goes.” Said Jennifer as she slowly released her pee into her diaper loving the familiar feeling of warmth and wetness before it soaked in. Alexis felt the initially small sensation of warmth on her neck grow as the pee spread itself around Jennifer’s crotch and behind.

“That beats any massage I’ve ever had.” Said Alexis, as she pulled her head back through Jennifer’s coal black legs.

“I’m so hot I might come any second.” Responded Jennifer, who was busy pulling the soaking wet diaper over her ankles.

“Watch out for leaks.”

“It’s cool. I got it.” Responded Jennifer as she captured a small globule of pee that had escaped, with a still dry part of her diaper. She let the diaper go and held Alexis gently by the ears and pulled her face into her pussy, where her, by now well practiced tongue, found the spot and quickly brought Jennifer to a subdued but very satisfying orgasm.

“I guess I’m now a member of the two-hundred mile high club now. Come on let me do you, not that you need initiation I’m sure.”

“Oh I never did it you know, I couldn’t risk it with a guy, I’m sure the jerk wouldn’t be able to resist mouthing off about it to the rest of the crew. And the only woman I flew with was the flying nun she would never have been up for anything.”

“Flying nun?”

“You know that silly bitch Lisa K Avon, she was always on about her kids and husband, at least that’s what I thought she was like at the time.”

“Not so pure now she’s been busted is she, and with that idiot Jerry Lancaster as well. Now the whole world thinks every female Astronaut is a diaper wearing sex crazed lunatic. ”

“They don’t know how right they are, come on forget her, are you still horny? I’ve been wanting to try the ultimate in sixty-nines with you forever.” With that Alexis stripped of her diaper and flipped herself upside down. Pulled herself down to Jennifer’s pussy and began to lick again, spreading her own legs to allow Jennifer to access her own cunny. Holding each other by the legs they floated around the cabin looking like some strangely deformed black and white crab, as they worked each other to more orgasms.

[Aardvark]

Chapter Twenty Three Exposed

It was late Saturday night and Lieutenant Daphne Sponge sat at her computer desk in the den of her modest town house in the Houston suburbs. She had dressed in a white lace baby-doll nighty and an overnight diaper, over which was tightly stretched the full cut frilly panties that matched her baby-doll. Alternately sipping from the glass of Chilean Merlot and the glass of sparkling water, she had poured herself earlier. Keeping her right hand on the mouse as she clicked through various adult baby and diaper lover web-sites to see if there were any interesting new posts. As she found things that aroused her, her left hand wandered between her heavily padded crotch and her modestly sized, but still firm breasts.

‘Not bad for a thirty-seven-year-old,’ she thought to herself as she opened an obscure site called Femme Diapers which carried photographs submitted by members. There were only three new posts since last time she looked, and she skipped the first two, as she knew from the poster’s names, they would be adult men dressed as little girls. Daphne was 100 percent lesbian and she didn’t care who new it, her thing about diapers was a different story, this until fairly recently she kept to just a few close friends with similar interests.

The wine and water had done their job and Daphne realized she was ready to pee. She took her right hand from the mouse and pushed her fingers hard against her panties and diaper and rubbed her clit. At the same time she relaxed and allowed her bladder to slowly begin to empty into the waiting diaper, she pushed harder and harder as the hot liquid spread around her crotch and butt filling the diaper’s padding. As she rubbed more vigorously, the plastic backing of the heavy diaper began to tear, and some of her pee escaped began to wet her panties and the towel beneath her seat. Often this would be enough to bring her to a climax, but she knew as her bladder finished emptying this would not happen tonight. She would need to strip off her diaper and work her clit directly.

‘I’ll just check out these new pictures first,’ she thought, as her eyes wandered back to the computer screen. She clicked on the final link and waited for the images to appear on the screen. What she saw immediately cleared all thoughts of masturbation from her head, on the screen were a series of slightly fuzzy images that showed a large group of women at a party almost all of whom were wearing diapers. Feature prominently in the first image was Joanna Peeters and the British woman she recognized from the Waterfall restaurant. Several of the other women looked familiar and Daphne suddenly realized why. She picked up that morning’s newspaper from her desk and looked at the photo on the front page. The photograph showed a group of eight smiling women in orange pressure suits. It was the crew of STS169 about to board the transit out to the launch pad.

Scanning back and forth between the newspaper and the photos on the website she picked out most of the crew members in various poses with their diapers exposed to the world. ‘Oh my God,’ she thought, ‘wow there’s no way these pictures are supposed to be on this site, if this gets into the national media it’ll make these women a laughing stock. What can I do about it?’

It was past midnight but she picked up the phone and called her friend and lover Helen Spring, “Hi Helen you still up?... You are good... look, I’ve come across a big problem and I think we need to try and help. We may need to use some of our new friends and their contacts, can you come over now?”

Daphne had always had a fascination with wearing diapers since she was a little girl, she remembered wearing them to bed until she was nine to cope with a bed-wetting problem. For years she had just fantasized about wearing them, and being with other women in diapers, but had never done anything about it. She had joined the Houston Police department straight from college and had spent several years in uniform. During this period she had often thought that wearing a diaper would make her life a lot easier, but the tight uniform pants meant that it would surely show. Besides she had very regular breaks, and new the good places in her district to stop when nature called.

Her life changed shortly after becoming a detective at the age of twenty-eight. She was on stake out duty with a male officer when she had a desperate need to pee. She couldn’t leave the car without alerting the suspect to their presence. She squirmed for a while as the pressure on her bladder grew, and she knew she could not hold on much longer. Then Mike, her male colleague, had done the unthinkable. He said “Daph, look away a minute I’m taking a leak,” and proceeded to pee into an empty half gallon orange juice container. Daphne’s agony increased as she heard the steady splash against the plastic sides of the container go on for nearly a minute. He then discretely opened the car door and emptied the pee into the gutter along side the car.

“Give me that and don’t look,” said Daphne as she lowered her pants and panties half way down her thighs, and half standing in the car attempted to pee into the inch and a half wide opening. She was unsteady and had trouble holding the container in position and much of the pee splashed down the side of the container onto the car seat and down her legs onto her pants and panties.

“God didn’t you bring a funnel,” yelled Mike, “Goddam Rookie, don’t they teach you anything. Now this car will stink, and you can clean it out when we get back.”

As soon as she finished peeing, Daphne replaced her panties and pants and sat down quickly, she realized her mistake straight away as her bottom felt really wet as the pee on the seat soaked into her already wet pants. Daphne was mortified and sat through the rest of the stake out without saying a word.

Back at the station Daphne was bent over scrubbing the fabric of the car seat, with the damp patches of her light grey pants still painfully obvious to passers by, when one of her female colleagues came up to her and said. “Diapers honey, believe me they’re the only things that work every time.” The woman walked off and discretely patted the bottom of her dark gray slacks. Daphne looked closely and could just about make out the padding covering her butt crack.

This discovery was soon to change Daphne’s life. She approached the woman in the precinct restroom and found out that she wore a belted style diaper that under tight panties and slightly loose clothes was not easily spotted. The female detective was called Rose and had made a point of explaining she was happily married, and was not happy with the number of dykes in the Houston Police Department. She also volunteered that her pervert of a husband had seemed aroused when she undressed in front of him wearing a diaper, and this had freaked her out, so now she always changed in and of her diapers in the ladies locker room at work.

The next day Daphne had bought her first diapers, and after a few experiments had worked out that the then newly available pull-up style of diaper with a pair of tight latex panties provided the best combination of protection and discretion. She had to abandon wearing her tightest fitting pants on days when she needed diaper, but that was worth it. At first she had just worn her diapers for work, and only used them where she had no choice. Soon, however the urges from her childhood had taken over, and she found she loved the feeling on the occasions she wet herself.

The first time she wet deliberately was driving home from work one day, when maybe she unconsciously neglected to visit the bathroom, despite having the urge to go, before she set of on her thirty minute commute. Ten minutes from home she was starting to really need to go, she knew if she had to she could hang on, but what the heck she thought and let go deliberately while waiting at a traffic light. The feeling of warm wetness around her lower body had made her horny and she gently rubbed herself between her legs as she drove the rest of the way home.

By the time she was home she was as turned on as she had ever been in her life, and she practically ran from the garage into her bedroom unbuckling her belt and pants as she went. Daphne lay on her bed and pulled down her black pants and clear latex panties and pushed her hand into the sodden diaper, not caring that it had leaked and that pee spilt onto her bedding, she frigged furiously for less than a minute until reaching a massive orgasm.

Daphne immediately made a habit of almost never taking of her workday diapers until they were wet. Sometimes she would wet late in her shift or on her way home. Other times she would wait until she was home and ready to change from her work clothes. Often if she spent the evening at home she would re diaper herself after changing out her wet diaper, though despite the childhood memories she did not like trying to sleep in a diaper, it was just too hot.

Apart from work she seldom wore a diaper outside of her home, and she never wore one when she thought there was a chance of a sexual encounter. Even if she went straight from work she would change in the locker room, and avoid wetting during the day if she could in case she smelled of pee. Every couple of weeks or so, she went to the Blue Lagoon Bar, where a group of female law enforcement professionals from the Houston area, would meet informally for drinks. Though some straight women came to network and enjoy themselves away from men, most of the group were lesbians or bisexual, and it was here she met Helen Spring who was a junior prosecutor in the DA’s office. They had worked briefly on one of Daphne’s recent cases and they struck up a conversation.

They hit it off at once and stayed long after all the others had gone home. Both had too many drinks, and Daphne suggested that they share a cab home. When they discussed it, it turned out they lived in opposite directions, and Helen said a cab to her place would cost a fortune and she would chance driving. “No, you don’t young lady,” said Daphne, “you can come home with me, and I’ll get my Dad to drive us back here in the morning to get our cars.”

“Oh I don’t know,” said Helen.

“Don’t worry you can have the spare room if you want, though I can’t say I won’t be a little disappointed.” Replied Daphne.

“It’s not that, at least not exactly that, I would love to sleep with you, its just well no, it would it freak you out if I told you.”

“Try me, and you might be surprised.”

“Oh God! Last time I told someone they completely lost it and I was so embarrassed.”

“Look I’ve been a cop for eight years, and a lesbian all my life believe me, I’ve seen it all. What I promise is that I won’t make a scene and I won’t tell anyone else. You may as well tell me now because you got me wondering what the hell it is anyway.”

“OK here it is I.. I.. wear diapers.” Whispered Helen.

Daphne practically climaxed on the spot. After a few seconds she said quietly, “that’s cool with me, I sometimes wear them too, and in fact would it freak you out if I told you I find that kind of sexy?”

“Sexy, er no I mean I do really need them, at least sometimes, but it turns me on to.”

“Let’s get that cab.” Said Daphne.

Daphne and Helen’s relationship quickly blossomed, and they were often together. Helen had been brought up by a domineering mother and father, who had left her many emotional scars. She had suffered from undiagnosed mild urge incontinence all her life, and was also as a child painfully shy. This had led to frequent daytime accidents when she found it difficult to insist on her urgent need to visit the bathroom. Her parents had tried to punish her with diapers, but she often found it easier to use her diaper, than to force herself to ask for the bathroom, especially around strangers. They had also punished her by the humiliation of changing her diaper in public places.

Helen had studied Law in college and the need to stand up and make arguments in front of others had helped her overcome some of her shyness. She still found that wearing diaper helped her self confidence, and she became adept at choosing clothes to hide them, and as an adult she wore them at all times when out in public.

They had tried living together on two occasions but found it did not work for them. Helen when constantly in Daphne’s presence would tend to shrink into the background and become too submissive. She started looking at Daphne as a substitute mother and would become dependant on her for all decisions. Daphne’s assertive personality would go along with this at first, but soon found Helen’s neediness too irritating. Things worked better for them when they spent part of their lives apart.

Helen arrived at Daphne’s town house fifteen minutes later dressed in jeans and a white University of Houston tee-shirt. Daphne had changed her wet diaper for a pull-up and had put on a toweling robe. “Look at this I mean, there’s no way we can let this stuff stay out here. What if the mainstream press gets hold of it?” said Daphne.

“I agree, said Helen, “Especially with that business with Lisa K Avon a few months ago, but there’s nothing here that’s illegal, I mean these pictures barely count as soft porn. The nearest thing to nudity is a half bare butt you can hardly see. Besides even if it were illegal, we can hardly do anything through official channels, that would create records that might come back to haunt us and them later.”

“I see what you mean, someone might want to know why we are so interested in an obscure site.” Responded Daphne.

“Is there anything else on this site we could use as leverage, to lean on the webmaster to get the pictures taken down?” Asked Helen.

“I don’t think there much but I’ll look, maybe just a threat from the Cops will be enough, besides what’s to stop the guy who posted these from just putting them on another site, there are plenty of them out there with this stuff. Of course loads of them are offshore as well.” Said Daphne.

“Well you’re the great detective we need to track down this guy, and you know damn well it’s a guy, and get these pictures back, how do we find him.” Responded Helen.

“First thing to do is to find out where and when they were taken. I’m guessing this is some kind of party for the Atlantis crew. Looks like a great time, pity we didn’t get an invite.” Said Daphne.

“Well if we find this shit, maybe they will invite us to the next one, your right that blonde is Joanne Peeters, maybe we should start with her.” Said Helen

“Good idea, look you see if there something on this site we can use against the owner, if not we’ll just have to bluff him with some BS about using stolen images and invasion of privacy. Then figure out how to contact him. I’ll see if I can track down Joanne Peeters.” Said Daphne.

Twenty minutes later Daphne said, “I can’t get an answer on Peeters home phone and her cell phone seems to be switched off, of course it is the middle of the night, and she might still be in Florida covering the Shuttle mission. Do we know anyone who might know her?”

“Yes Bay Stevens is one of the morning anchors on her station, she would help, she might even be up they go on in three hours.” Replied Helen. “Look I’m drawing a blank here on contacting the webmaster, the best I can come up with is this email address, it might be days before someone looks at it, who might help?”

“Storm Jones of course, she’s a whiz at this sort of stuff, I bet she’s still up, she’s a real night owl. Check my chat buddy list, and see if she’s active.” Responded Daphne.

“Yes she’s online still. I’ll get her working on it.” Said Helen

“Good!, I’ll call Bay. I have her card here somewhere.” Said Daphne.

It had taken Storm just half an hour to track down the host server for Femme Diapers, and a quick call, and some cajoling and threats to the night manager, had gotten the billing address for Femme Diapers web master. It was his home address and fortunately he was in, and was persuaded to delete the offending posts.

Bay Stevens had confirmed that Joanne was still in Florida, and had called back from the station an hour later with the phone number of her hotel. Daphne managed to get the desk clerk to put her through by claiming to be her sister calling about a family emergency. She explained the situation to Joanne and agreed to fly down to The Cape the next morning to meet with Joanne and co-ordinate efforts to track down the culprit. Joanne in the mean time would contact Gloria Pei, and Sarah Leaks and fill them in on the situation.

Helen was to stay in Houston, and alert their network to start monitoring all the known diaper and water-sports web-sites to see if more pictures appeared. At the same time Bay was co-ordinating with network members in the media, to see if anyone was hawking the pictures for sale.

Just after twelve P.M. Daphne met Joanne and Anna at Orlando airport, for the last hour of her flight the seatbelt light on the plane had been on, due to heavy turbulence. This was compounded by a wait on the taxiway as the gate cleared. Daphne had used the light pull-up diaper she wore for such an emergency, and was in need of a quick visit to the restroom for a diaper change. Soon after they were quickly on the road in a rented Camry, and heading toward the Kennedy space center. After Joanne and Anna had explained where and when the party had been held Daphne asked “Any clue who might be behind this?”

“Not really it has to be someone with high level access to the space center to have been near that building.” Said Joanna. “I’m hoping Gloria has a contact in security, who can help us. Do you have copies of the images, which might help?”

“Give me your email address and I’ll have Storm Jones send you what we downloaded before we had them taken down.”

“I’ll give you Gloria’s private one, don’t want anything on the agency’s network. We are meeting Gloria and Sarah at our hotel. How do you know Storm Jones by the way?”

“Oh I met her through the triplets, she works for their investigation agency, does all their computer stuff. She’s part of the wetwork, It’s just she’s painfully shy, so she doesn’t do the parties. She’s absolutely brilliant at Internet and computer stuff. I’ve even used her on official business once or twice, our computer crimes department can be pretty hopeless sometimes.”

An hour later they were in Joanna Vicki and Anna’s suite at the Hyatt in Cocoa Beach.

Gloria introduced everyone including the head of housekeeping at the Cape Canaveral Astronauts facility Marilena Del-Rio. Marilena was a short slightly heavy set latina in her early thirties.

“Did you get those images?” asked Joanna.

“Yes and Marilena is pretty sure they are stills from the CC Cameras, in the party room.” Said Gloria.

“Surely they were turned off for the party.” Said a horrified Joanna.

“Julie insists they were supposed to be, she spoke with the head of security himself.” Said Gloria, “she’s completely devastated by this.”

“Storm Jones agrees, she said they look like they are computer enhanced stills from a video feed.” Said Daphne, “So it looks like someone in Security is either responsible for this or at least helped. Can we trust this Security head?”

“I don’t know, maybe not.” Said Marilena, “he’s a bit of a pig when it comes to women, it might even be him.”

“Anyone else who might be able to help?” said Vicki. “There must be some women on the security team, and maybe one of them might be sympathetic to us, after all being stuck at a desk for long hours, diapers might come in handy.”

“I can’t think of anyone, but I’ll see what I can find out. Maybe I’ll inspect the ladies room near the female security guards locker area.” Said Marilena who suddenly then exclaimed. “Oh shit I’ve leaked!” and pointed to an inch wide wet patch at the bottom of her right butt cheek, which clearly showed on her green pants.

“Come with me I’ll sort you out.” Said Anna and she led the slightly distressed Marilena away to the bathroom.

“I hope she comes up with something, but we shouldn’t count on it, clearly we need to focus on the security staff.” Said Daphne. “Gloria is there any chance of finding out who was on duty that night, and getting their personnel files?”

“I might be able to get a list of all the second shift staff, but that’s about it. The exact assignments are handled by the head of security, so it will be tough to narrow down who was on duty in the astronaut quarters.” Said Gloria.

“Well that’s better than nothing, how many are we talking about?” said Daphne.

“Not sure, it’s a massive place, could be forty or more.” Responded Gloria.

“Wow! We are gonna need help running background checks on that many people.” Said Daphne. “And we will need it here on the ground, its not just searching computer databases, we will need to do some legwork. How are you guys fixed to help?”

“That’s a problem.” Said Gloria. “Sarah and the rest of the astronauts are on their way back to Houston now. Julie and I are heading back on a charter tonight with the press corps, including these three. I might be able to persuade my friend Anita to stay for a few days.”

“That’s OK you were all at the party anyway, he might recognize you.” Said Daphne.

“I’m afraid that goes for any of the local agency staff as well.” Said Gloria. “Of course we will do as much as we can to help you, from back in Houston.”

“We need the triplets.” Said Joanna excitedly, let’s see if we can get them on this evenings flight.

“Yeah but you know they won’t fly.” Interjected Vicki.

“Ok but the way they drive, I bet they could be here by morning.” Said Joanna.

“You’re right and that way they could travel without leaving a paper trail. Might come in handy being able to deny they were ever here.” Said Daphne.

“I’m calling them now,” said Joanna.

“OK and I’ll see if Jessica can find me any local law enforcement contacts who might help.” Said Daphne.

“Give me your pants I’ll rinse out the wet patches, then dry them with my hair dryer, What’s your story with the diapers?” asked Anna as she wrapped Marilena’s wet diaper in a plastic bag, and put it in the black plastic sack the three journalists use to keep their used diapers in, until they could sneak them out to the hotel dumpster early each morning.

Marilena passed her pants to Anna and sat on the potty, and said. “Diabetes makes me so thirsty, so I drink a lot of water, then I just pee all the while. I’d never get anything done, because without my diapers I’d live in the bathroom.”

“I know the feeling.”

“Normally I’m good about changing, even though I was already wet when I got here, I thought I could get away with another pee in it. I thought you would understand because of the photos, but it’s still a bit much asking to change your diaper in a stranger’s hotel room.”

“We don’t care, as you can see we’re prepared. Do you need a diaper? We have plenty.”

“No I’ll use the one in my purse, I’m used to these ones.” Responded Marilena as she removed a large size pull-up and started to place it round her ankles.

“Why don’t you head back in and join the others, I’ll dry your pants in the bedroom.”

“Do you mind if I come in with you, I’m still a bit shy about exposing my diapers to strangers, even if they wear them as well?”

“Sure, perhaps if a few others felt the same we wouldn’t be here. Fine actually I need to change myself, do you mind finishing drying these.”

Five minutes later Anna and Marilena joined the others in the main room, and Daphne summarized the discussion. “The triplets will be here tomorrow, along with Susie Ponds, Storm Jones and Helen, so with Anita that should be enough bodies on the ground, I’m still trying to find some local assistance. I’ll see what I can do during the rest of today once I’m checked in. Marilena if you can do your best to find us a reliable contact in the security department that would be Great. Likewise Gloria, we really need that list of people on duty that night. The rest of you help try and help with keeping an eye on the internet, to see if our friend surfaces again. Oh does anyone have a spare diaper, mine are packed in my luggage and I’m afraid I’m wet again.”

“Of course,” Said the assembled ladies in unison.

[Aardvark]

Orbit Day Two

The next morning, or at least when it was morning based on the mission elapsed time they scheduled their day around. The crew, or really just the couple of them who were not actually already awake, were woken by the sound of the Small Faces Ichycoo Park blasting at what passed for full volume through the pathetic orbiter sound system. The system would only wake the lightest of sleepers, fortunately in the crowded shuttle, it was hard to get back to sleep once the first person woke, and the wake-up calls were seldom needed. Jennifer pulled on her headset and yelled “Buenos Dias Conchita!” as she emerged from her sleeping bag, and looked over at the still sleeping Alexis. She burst out laughing at the sight of Alexis floating in her tethered sleeping bag with her arms out in front of her. With her long blonde hair sprayed out in all directions, she reminded Jennifer of a Zombie from an eighty’s horror flick. The two lovers had taken to their own sleeping bags earlier, after they found trying to sleep together in the same sleeping bag generated too much heat for them to sleep.

The euphoria of being in space had put Jennifer in a happy and mischievous mood, and as she went to pull a pair of shorts on over her still dry diaper, she realized how much she needed to pee. But after seeing Alexis had not stirred yet, an idea hit her and she quickly discarded the shorts and floated over and positioned her dark brown legs around Alexis’s head, with her pussy about nine inches from her face. Jennifer gently closed her legs around Alexis’s ears and face and waited until she stirred. As soon as she saw Alexis’s eyes open she let her pee flow into the waiting diaper. Then she enjoyed the still new sensation of her pee finding its way around, and flowing into every part of her diaper without the usual effect gravity pulling it to the bottom.

“What the!” exclaimed Alexis as she woke to the sight of a white diaper changing to the dark yellow of early morning pee.

“Get up sleepy head.” Said Jennifer as she softly boxed Alexis’s ears with her thighs, and the pulled herself away and floated to the bathroom area to deal with a newly discovered desire to poop. The pump that pulled solid waste into the collection area had been built to the correct specifications and was available to use. The only problem with the broken urine collection device would happen if you had trouble holding your pee while pooping. They found the best solution was to pee in your diaper first, and then use a wad of toilet paper or another diaper to catch any errant leaks.

‘Great I’m first,’ thought Jennifer as she removed her wet diaper and placed it in the wet disposal bag, she removed the tee-shirt she had worn to sleep in. Then totally naked, she strapped her legs to the toilet and carefully positioned herself above the narrow four inches wide tube, which you needed to hit precisely to make the suction effect work properly. Like every other aspect of the mission she had trained for this many times before, while in the simulator, and knew that a missed target would result in a messy cleanup of both her butt and the toilet. This was also the reason for removing all her clothes, as poop comes away from skin easier than cloth. She switched on the suction and positioned several sheets of toilet paper over her pee-hole. ‘Bombs away she thought as she squeezed out a five-inch log, ‘great a perfect shack,’ she thought using the fighter pilot slang for a dead on bomb drop. She just let out the little amount of pee into the toilet paper and switched it around to wipe her backside.

She cleaned her pussy and butt with some wet wipes, then her damp wash cloth,, and applied a little diaper rash cream to the most sensitive areas. As she was pulling on a fresh diaper, Natasha put her head inside the flimsy curtain that gave them a little privacy, and said quietly, “Get on with it, or I’m, going to poop in my diaper, and you will have to put up with me being stinky all day.”

“OK I’m done,” said Jennifer as she grabbed her tee-shirt and moved out past Alexis into the main cabin of the shuttle. “Look, we’re out of mediums, I’ll pop down to the storage level and bring some up while you’re on the pot.” Jennifer made her way down into the crowded lower level where the equipment needed to keep the shuttle’s cabin livable was housed, and retrieved a package of twenty maximum absorbency pull-ups. Normally the lower level was closed off, and only accessed if maintenance was required, but this was the only place where sufficient diapers could be stored until they could access the cargo hold on the third day of the flight. As she maneuvered herself back to the middle level, she banged her shoulder hard against the wall. ‘Man this zero G stuff takes some getting used to. It looks so easy on film, and the Vomit Comet really doesn’t get you used to it. To free up both hand she placed the loose plastic seal of the package of diapers in her mouth, and held on with her teeth.

She returned through the cabin as the rest of the crew was beginning to dress for the day, and headed to the toilet area. Where with the diaper package still held in her teeth, she floated over the curtain and upside down floated down until her face was level with Natasha’s, who was strapped to the toilet and straining to push out her log. “Here you go sweetie.” She said after unclenching her teeth and releasing the package of diapers.

“Piss off and leave me alone. Said Natasha, her Russian accent thicker than usual as she was still half asleep. “Get the coffee on.”

“OK I’m still not dressed, but for you sweetie, anything.”

Rachel called out from the cabin, “Hold your horses, I’ve got the coffee on, and get a move on in there, we all need to poop.” The three burst out laughing, as they knew the only coffee on the shuttle was made by pumping hot water into a drink container with instant coffee, and powdered milk and/or sugar if desired. A drip coffee maker would be of no use in zero gravity.

Relieved of attending to Natasha’s needs Jennifer returned to finishing her own morning clean up. The Orbiter was not equipped with a shower due to lack of space. Therefore, she first gave the rest of her body a sponge bath with a damp wash cloth, then she brushed her teeth, spitting out the toothpaste into a tissue. Finally she brushed her short straightened hair. She dressed herself in the powder blue shorts she had worn the previous day, a pale blue jog bra and a navy blue golf shirt, also getting its second days use. There was not enough storage space in the crew cabin, for daily changes of clothes other than underwear. Finally she pulled on her slipper socks and headed over to the food preparation area.

She fixed herself some coffee and left it cool a little, drinking scalding hot liquids through a straw was not recommended. Then she re hydrated some pears and fixed a bowl of cornflakes, both of which she placed on her meal tray. She attached a magnetized spoon to the tray and collected her coffee. Then Jennifer headed to the upper deck to eat her breakfast and enjoy the spectacular views of earth below.

In the upper deck Lucy dressed in just a tee-shirt and an obviously very wet diaper was at the controls checking that the shuttle was still on course for its rendezvous with the WeeSAT the next day. Alexis had emerged from her sleeping bag and was chatting with Lucy while holding onto the back of her seat. She was horizontal to the floor of the shuttle and with her legs slightly apart Jennifer could see that she too was in need of a diaper change. “What’s the line like for the shitter?” asked Lucy.

“Pretty long, it really takes a while to get through all you need to do up here.” Responded Jennifer. “Do you guys want to change yourselves up here while you wait?”

“Good idea, I’m starting to itch,” said Lucy.

At that moment Maria stuck her head up from the lower deck and said. “I’ll grab you a change, both mediums aren’t you.”

“Yes we are skinny-butt,” responded Alexis, who knew Maria and Soumeni were the only ones who wore the small size diapers.

Maria returned a few moments later with two pull-ups some wet wipes and a small trash sack passed them to Lucy and Alexis.

Jennifer noticed that Maria was wearing just a pair of regulation issue Agency female underwear and a jog bra, and said. “Hey you’re brave no diaper, I’m worried about forgetting about not wearing one and just letting go. ”

“I know I hear you, but I needed to pee in the night and I didn’t bother changing till this morning, between that and sitting in a wet diaper in the launch pad all that time yesterday I’m a little sore, so I thought I would air out a bit.” Responded Maria.

“Good idea, we should all keep that in mind,” said Lucy, “most of us are not used to wearing our diapers twenty-four seven.”

“I think I’ll try without at night,” said Jennifer, “I’m too warm anyway and my diaper made me sweat a bit.”

“What if you need to pee in the night?” Asked Alexis, as she slipped her wet diaper off and let it float next to her as she retrieved the trash bag from Lucy. Alexis despite this being her third mission, forgot that even the slightest push or off air would move any untethered object along way. So she had to hurry to catch the wet diaper before it hit the side control panel and potentially caused a short circuit if moisture got into one of the circuit breakers.

“I’ll keep a diaper in my bag, I guess.” Responded Jennifer.

“How’s the space adaptation syndrome doing?” Soumeni asked Maria as she noticed she was still clutching a sick bag. The symptoms of Nausea were common when astronauts first became weightless.

“It’s better, but I’m still not great.” Replied Maria.

“Well pull those drawers up and show me your butt, and I’ll give you a shot of Ephredine, that should help. Replied Soumeni. Who scooted off to pick up her medical kit. One advantage of having a doctor on board, was the experience they had in giving injections, rather than having to rely on a fellow crew member who may have practiced on an orange a few times.

As they finished bathing and eating breakfast the crew soon settled into the routine of checking systems, and preparing for the satellite retrieval that would begin the next day. The payload bay doors were opened and Alexis practiced using the Robot arm to retrieve the wayward object and place it in the cargo hold. Soumeni helped Maria set up her experiments, and watched transfixed as the balls of mercury floated around in the sealed containers. When they had a few spare moments, they took the opportunity, to head to the upper deck and look back at the magnificent sight of the Earth below. During the periods the Sun was behind the Earth at the stars and planets that shone brightly in the sky, without the filter of the murky atmosphere back on Earth. One feature that particularly stood out was the Milky Way, the view of which from space made it obvious why it was so named.

The convenience of being diapered meant that tasks could easily be finished without taking a bathroom break. This was helpful, as the rookies soon learned what the experienced crew members already knew, that far from making most tasks easier, weightlessness made them more difficult and time consuming. This was due to the need to tether yourself to something before starting the task, then anything you were using would float off if you let go of it. So all items had to be secured as well. As Jennifer had found out already, it was harder to control your movement and speed, than they expected and they were surprisingly clumsy.

During the first two days of the flight, wet diapers were a frequent occurrence, as lack of gravity caused the fluid in their legs to migrate into their torsos. This fooled the body into thinking that it was over hydrated and put the kidneys into overtime, and led to a frequent need to urinate.

The need to completely remove their shorts or pants before changing their diapers, was time consuming, as the garment would float off and need to be retrieved before it put back on, and as the day wore on a couple of the astronauts decided to go without pants and wore only their diaper. This was fine for the most part, but mid afternoon local time back in Houston, Beate called from Mission control, and requested that the video cameras be turned on, Due to the many news outlets were requesting footage of all female crew to use on the evening news. There was a mad scramble; as sagging wet diapers were hurriedly changed, shorts were retrieved from lockers, butts checked for obvious bulges, shirts tucked in, hair brushed and rudimentary make-up applied, ready for the TV show. Packages of fresh diapers which were left out in the cabin were quickly stowed out of sight, before the cameras were switched on, and the crew pretended to work as normal. To liven up the show, Maria and Amanda turned weightless somersaults, and then played softball with a tooth brush and M&Ms Candy.

Toward the end of the day, once most of the scheduled tasks were finished, Soumeni and Maria broke out the rowing machines. That were carried for the prescribed hour of exercise each astronaut was supposed to do to help keep bones and hearts healthy. This was mandatory on greater than twelve day missions, but as the WeeSAT recovery was scheduled for ten days it was considered voluntary. Alexis and Natasha watched what they were doing and laughed. “You will regret that soon,” said Alexis.

“Why?” asked a bewildered Soumeni, who was determined to set a good example.

“With no shower on the orbiter getting sweated up unnecessarily is to be avoided.”

Said Natasha, “Mir was a dump but at least we had a space shower. Of course for a six-month mission you need to exercise.”

“It’s a pity you for got your Kegels then,” retorted an irritated Soumeni, Immediately she regretted bringing up Natasha’s incontinence and using it as a put down. “Sorry I didn’t mean that.”

“No problem, your right, no one ever taught me how to do them properly until I met you, If you strip to your diaper and take it easy you should be OK.” Responded Natasha.

“Keep tissues nearby in case any sweat balls escape, especially if your not wearing a shirt.” Said Alexis.

“Later after eating dinner Maria and Amanda had grabbed the commander and pilot seats and had strapped themselves in. This was the prime spot for earth-gazing and after watching and photographing a cyclone in the Indian Ocean for several minutes Amanda turned to Maria and whispered. “This is amazing, despite a headache a backache and everything else, I’m just loving every minute of this, it’s just the most amazing experience of my life.”

“We sure are lucky, only a few hundred people have ever experienced this, and we get to do it together.” Said Maria. “Though I’m glad the Ephredine kicked in and I finally stopped barfing.”

“And another cool thing, you know, how the blood moving from your legs makes your tits bigger,” Said Amanda.

“Yeah.” Responded Maria.

“Well, I’ve noticed that’s not the only place that gets more blood, you know down there as well.” Said Amanda

“I know what you mean, with that along with wearing my diaper, I’ve been feeling sort of sexy all day.” Said Maria.

“Exactly, and watching you scoot about half naked most of the time doesn’t help.” Said Amanda.

“I know, I’m not sure I agree about it being cool, Im kind of frustrated, and with eight of us packed in like this how are we going to do something about it. We can’t just get at it right in front of everyone else, I mean how would you feel if two of the others hooked up and made love.” Said Maria

“Yeah, but I’m sure Jennifer and Alexis didn’t just sleep up here last night, and I wasn’t the only one to notice. No one said anything” Said Amanda.

“I guess everyone knows about us, so what’s the problem? What if I suggest to Jennifer that you and I would like some quiet time up here tonight once we turn in, she’ll listen.” Said Maria.

“I’m not sure, I mean I know those two hook up together sometimes, but all the others have left their partners behind, surely they will be jealous, even if they do not say anything.” Said Amanda.

“I’ll talk with Jennifer, I don’t see why if it’s OK for them it shouldn’t be OK for us. I’m sure Lucy knows what happened, and she would have something to them, it’s not acceptable to her.” Said Maria.

A few minutes later, Jennifer floated up into the upper cabin and said to Amanda and Maria. “Hey you guys are quiet what’s up?”

“Oh nothing,” responded Maria, “come here a moment.”

Once Jennifer was close by, Amanda said “Excuse me a moment, time for a change.” As she slipped out of her chair and headed toward the toilet area, she was still not comfortable with changing a wet diaper in front of the other crew members. Once she left Maria explained the conversation she had just finished with Amanda, and asked if Jennifer and Alexis had received any reaction.

“Well Lucy, said if we were going to do it then be discrete, so Alex and I talked, and we decided that discretion wasn’t really practical in the small orbiter cabin, so we thought we better not do it again, or maybe save it for the last night.” Said Jennifer.

“Ok,” said Maria, whose face showed her obvious disappointment.

“Hey look, you guys should get your chance, why don’t you do your thing tonight, and if anyone kicks up a fuss. Alex and I will take the blame, as it’s really our fault, and you know, I’m sure most of the others would love to have the chance if they could.” Said Jennifer.

“OK, we’ll do it, do you have any tips?” Asked Maria.

“Just hold on to each other tight, and if you float freely watch out for the control panels, we nearly took out the whole cooling system.” Said Jennifer

An hour later the rest of the crew was getting ready for bed, and Lucy stuck her head into the upper deck and said to Amanda & Maria, “Hey are you guys gonna hit the sack? It’s a big day tomorrow.”

“In a bit we’re not very sleepy yet, We’ll sleep up here tonight so we don’t disturb you.” Said Maria.

“OK rather you than me, I can’t sleep with the light changing every ninety minutes.” Said Lucy.

“We have eye-shades, I’ll pop down and get our stuff now so we don’t disturb you.” Responded Amanda.

Ten minutes later she was back with their sleep restraints, tooth and hair brushes, a small plastic sack and two fresh diapers for each of them. Maria had been to the galley, and prepared two drinks containers of hot cocoa, which she placed in a bag attached to the wall to let them cool. Amanda tethered the sleeping bags and went on to brush Maria’s shoulder length black hair. With their hair floating around out of control all day, regular brushing was essential to avoid tangles. Once Amanda had finished, Maria brushed Amanda’s long curly brown locks and let them float. Next Amanda pulled Maria close and gave her a long kiss on the mouth and started to reach under Maria’s shirt. Maria eventually broke away and said, “not yet, give them a few minutes to drop off, let’s drink our cocoa.”

Before they retrieved the cocoa, each one removed their shorts and dressed just in diapers and golf shirts they moved back to the cockpit area. Amanda sat in the commander’s seat, and gestured to Maria to sit on her lap. She managed to loosen the lap belt and wrap it around both of them, to hold them in place. After five minutes of sipping cocoa through straws, and Amanda cuddling and fondling Maria, Maria announced. “I have to pee.”

“Go ahead I’m wet already, this cocoa went right through me.” Said Amanda.

“Here we go.” Responded Maria, as she slowly allowed her pee to escape into the waiting diaper between her behind, and the top of Amanda’s legs, soon the warmth spread around the diaper and into every nook and cranny of her lower body. Below Amanda felt the heat on her legs and a small patch of wetness forming, as the two of them being slightly squeezed together caused Amanda’s diaper to leak. Amanda savored the feeling of the wetting for a moment and then reached for a wad of tissues to capture the leaking pee before it could form a ball and drift off into the cabin. Fortunately very little escaped and she could quickly return to fondling Maria’s newly enhanced breasts under her pink agency golf shirt.

“I love the way your boobs feel up here, maybe you could have them fixed this way when we get back.” Said Amanda.

“Hey.” Said Maria.

“Just kidding, they’re just great as they are.” Said Amanda.

“Well watch where you’re putting your monsters, You might smother me if I’m not careful.” With that Maria released the belt and pulled off her shirt. Amanda wiped herself again and stowed the paper in the plastic sack. Then she took off her diaper placed it in the sack as well as the one Maria had just taken off. With the diaper sack safely in a tethered netting bag, Amanda removed her own shirt and the two naked women embraced, and began to kiss and caress each other as they floated around the small upper deck.

After a near miss with a circuit breaker, Amanda said. “This isn’t working, hang on.”

With that, she placed on foot in a restraint and grabbed Maria by the butt.

“I’m ready to come,” said Maria.

“So am I let’s try this,” responded Amanda, and she used her little finger to turn Maria upside down, as though she was a baton twirler, pulled her hair back and pushed her own head between Maria’s legs. She arched her back and spread her legs to allow Maria to do the same. It seemed only seconds later that both women reached almost simultaneous climaxes and let out muffled squeals of delight.

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The lost chapters have been reposted.

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Chapter twenty-five The Run to Florida.

Linda took the call from Joanna, and immediately agreed they should head to Florida that evening. Storm had already explained about the images of the party being posted on the net, and the triplets had been helping her monitor all likely web sites, to see if they were reposted. Luckily none of their active investigations would need any field work for the next few days, and they could stay in touch with their clients via cell phones.

The triplets had decided what to take with them, and were busy packing clothes and equipment into several black holdalls. When it hit Lucky that they really needed Storm with them, in case they needed to break into the pervert’s computer files if it was off line. Lucky set about persuading Storm that she would have to travel with them. Her protests that she needed to be here with her equipment were deflected, when they checked that hi speed connections were available from the condo they were to stay in. She could access their home server remotely and it would be much the same as at home. Luckily a wetwork contact had offered the use of a furnished three bedroom condo in the Cocoa beach area. This had the advantage it would leave less of a financial footprint than staying in a hotel. The Condo was in a small complex where there were few residents at this time of the year. If anyone asked, they would say they were the owner’s nieces, taking a late season break.

A call came from Susie Ponds saying that, as the State Senate was in recess, she could spare the time to come and help with the investigation. And to help keep her anonymity, it was agreed she would travel with the triplets. Then Helen Spring called saying that she had agreed to travel to Florida as well, to provide legal advice and make contacts, though of course she could not be a part of any illegal activity. Helen would travel with them as she hated flying, but would stay with Daphne when she got to Florida.

“We’ll never get all six of us, and the gear in the suburban, and besides we’ll need another car when we get there anyway, so I guess we’ll need to have someone else drive the Beemer.” Said Laura. Referring to the BMW five Series convertible, they used when their Suburban would stand out too much.

“That doesn’t sound like much fun,” Said Laura, “why don’t we tow the Beemer, we could rent a trailer, and pack some gear in the car. Then all six off us can ride together, like a proper road trip.”

“You don’t think that would attract attention, do you?” Said Lucky

“No more than the Suburban does anyway.” Responded Laura. “Look I just pissed myself, so while I change my diaper, call Paul at the shop, and see if he has anything suitable to rent, and I’ll head over and pick it up.”

“Talking of diapers we’re getting low on disposables, Pick up a couple of packs while you’re out. That should see us through the trip, no need to fill the truck with them, we can always stock up again when we’re there.” Said Lucky.

“Yes, and get some snacks water and pop for the ride.” Said Storm.

By Six P.M. Susie and Helen had arrived, and the cars were loaded with the black holdall bags containing all their equipment and gear. This included enough electronic surveillance and communications equipment to open a small store. Well hidden below everything else, was a set of tools that would have made any burglar proud. They debated taking firearms, but decided against it, as the risk of being charged with a serious crime outweighed any likelihood they would need them. Besides saving people from embarrassment was not worth getting anyone killed. Also packed away were their clothes, and easily to hand was a cooler full of non alcoholic drinks, several bags of snacks and candy, a couple of bags of disposable diapers, and several bags for the trash and wet diapers. They also packed some small pillows and blankets so they could try and sleep.

They set off and headed for interstate ten which would take them all the way through to Jacksonville. The Suburban was so packed with gear, that the six of them had to sit three abreast in the first two rows of seats. In the large Suburban this still gave them plenty of room. First they agreed to a few rules for the trip. There would be stops about every four hours to change drivers and stretch their legs. Diapers would only be used for pee, and if anyone needed a poop, they should hang on, though they might make an unscheduled stop if someone was desperate enough. Helen and Susie agreed that it was ok to change a wet diaper in the truck as they traveled.

The triplets were as usual obsessed with sex, and wanted to see if either Helen or Susie wanted to party during the trip. Helen and Susie were both in relationships, so it was agreed that any touching would be limited to cuddling and fondling, moreover, touching anyone’s pussy other than your own was not allowed. It was agreed that you could only touch your own pussy during diaper changes.

At first the conversation dwelled on the task of catching the pervert, and whatever they knew about the situation, but after a while this dried up and they were quiet. They were about half way to Beaumont, when Helen who had only briefly met Susie before asked her to tell them about herself, and why she wore diapers. Susie began by saying “OK, I had quite an ordinary though quite affluent middle class childhood. I was always good academically and I managed to get into a small private college in the Midwest. I had not worn diapers or even thought about wearing them since I was in preschool. But I do have a rather small bladder, and I’m always excusing myself to visit the bathroom.

In my sophomore year I shared a room with Debbie, a girl I had made friends with during my freshman year. The school had changed from being women only, about ten years before, and was more than two-thirds coed. We girls were in the habit of holding small all female parties, to have fun without the heavy competition for the few available guys who weren’t either gay or complete dweebs. Just before we were about to leave for the Christmas break, Debbie and I were invited to a party with six other girls we hung out with. It was held at a small house just off campus, shared by the four girls hosting the party. The party started as normal, with beer snacks and music, and we sat or stood around chatting. After about an hour one of our hosts, Lindsey I think, produced a bottle of booze, some hand ties, and a package of pull-up diapers.

She said ‘To liven things up, we’re going to play a little drinking game, it involves having your hands tied behind your back for the whole game, this means it will be impossible to undress and use the bathroom. So to avoid wet carpets, and prevent cheating we all have to wear a diaper.’ The four girls from the house knew about this in advance and had played before, they were fine with wearing diapers. April one of the other girls from our dorm, insisted she had a cast iron bladder, and said she would play but not wear a diaper. Lindsey insisted that if she needed to pee, she would either have to go out in the freezing cold and pee in her panties, or she would have to forfeit the game.

Debbie who has an even smaller bladder than I do, and was well into the third beer, said she would wear a diaper. This pushed me over the edge, as I knew I would be peeing every half hour or so for the rest of the evening, and I agreed to a diaper as well. Sonia, the other girl who roomed with April, said as she had played before she would definitely wear a diaper, and told April she would regret not wearing one. Before the game started, we all used the bathroom, then went into one of the bedrooms to change into our diapers. Now I didn’t mention we all played on the same intermural soccer team, and had showered together many times. Therefore, no one was embarrassed when we stripped off our skirts or pants and our underwear and put on the diapers in front of each other. I didn’t know how the diaper would feel, and was surprised when it didn’t turn out to be as bulky as I expected. At least when I was standing it did not feel much different from regular underwear. For some reason Lindsay insisted that we just wore our diapers and we left our skirts and pants in the bedroom. April was made to strip out of her short skirt to just her panties.

Thinking about it now, seeing all the girls clad in just diapers and their fancy party tops, was very sexy, but at that time I wasn’t really aware I’m bisexual. The game was kind of lame but it was hilarious, Lindsey had filled a load of paper cups about half full with some pretty vile concoction. It wasn’t that strong but it smelled it. Each person had their hands tied behind their backs, and they had to drink the contents of a cup in turn without using their hands. If you were judged to have spilled too much you were out.

Lindsey appointed herself judge and was very reluctant, it seemed, to kick anyone out of the game, so it lasted several rounds. It took at least ten minutes for each round and we took a five minute break in between, and more than an hour passed by with the game was still going strong. By then I’d been quite desperate for several minutes and decided I had to use my diaper. I wasn’t too big a deal as by then I was quite drunk and Debbie had started the ball rolling by wetting her diaper a few minutes earlier. Earlier Sonia explained the diapers would not leak if you released your pee slowly. Debbie did this and announced with a big smirk that she managed successfully to pee in her diaper without leaking. Lindsey, Sonia and Josie, one of the other girls from the host house had also peed by now, so I was less embarrassed when it was my turn. It took a couple of attempts, but eventually I slowly turned on the faucet and I felt my diaper becoming heavier as my pee flowed into it. I expected it to be kind of gross, and was surprised to discover how pleasant a feeling the warmth of my pee working its way around my body was.

I began to notice a pattern, once you were wet Lindsay was much more willing to kick you out of the game, and when I had my next turn I spilled quite a bit all down my tee-shirt and I was gone. Soon the only ones left were April and Jenny one of Lindsey’s house mates. It was becoming increasingly obvious that April was in quite a bit of distress, but despite Jenny sporting an obviously wet diaper, and lots of drink spilled down her shirt, Lindsey was not going to call a winner. After doing a pee pee dance for a couple of minutes, April made a break for the front door, but was too late, and standing on the doormat released a stream of pee into her pale blue flower patterned bikini panties. The pee ran down her bare legs and into the doormat. After about ten seconds she managed to stop her flow, and April helped her pull a diaper over her still dripping panties. ‘You bitch,’ she yelled at Lindsey, ‘this was just about making us piss ourselves wasn’t it?’ Lindsey just laughed, and I realized that really was the point of the game.

When we were free from the restraints we took off our diapers and I was desperate again so used the toilet, afterwards I washed myself as best I could with some wet wipes. Then I went into the bedroom to put my panties and skirt back on, when I got there I saw Debbie pulling up her pants, and thought I noticed she was wearing another diaper underneath. I thought no more about until we were about to leave, when Lindsey asked if anyone wanted the unused diapers as she was going to throw them out otherwise. ‘I’ll take one,’ said April I’m not going out in this cold without any underwear. ‘We’ll take the rest,’ said Debbie out of the blue.

When we arrived home, Debbie went into the bathroom and placed the diapers under the sink. She shut the door and used the toilet, after she emerged I followed her in to pee myself, and noticed that a diaper was sticking out of the bin we put our used tampons in. Neither of us had our periods so I opened it up and looked at it. The diaper was obviously used, and quite possibly more than once.” Susie broke off from telling the story and sat still for a few moments. Then she said “ Now speaking of used diapers, I’m pretty wet myself, I’ll finish the story after I’ve changed my diaper.”

“I’m ready for a change too,” said Helen who had been waiting for someone to break the ice.

“I think we’re all due, anyone not ready?” said Linda. When she received no reply she reached over the back seat and retrieved a pack of diapers, and went on to hand them out to each woman. Lucky was driving, so Linda gave a second diaper to Storm who was sitting between Lucky and Laura. Old towels were spread over the seats and they all changed their diapers. To make life easier for changes each woman wore a shortish skirt and no hose or panties. Lucky waited for Storm to finish changing her own diaper, and flipped the truck into cruise control. With a little help from Storm she managed to keep the car in a straight line, using one hand or the other or sometimes her knees, as she removed her wet diaper and put on a new one.

Once Linda had tidied up the used diapers in a sealable garbage bag, and Helen had passed round drinks to everybody, Susie resumed her story. “When I thought about it, it was obvious, Debbie had always been even worse than me at needing to run to the bathroom, and had more than once come back to our room smelling slightly of stale pee. A couple of times after major drinking sessions, she had stayed in bed refusing to get up until I had left the room. When I returned later, I noticed a smell of pee and saw she had changed her sheets. Debbie wet her pants and bed sometimes, that had to be the answer. When I left the bathroom, I was quite relieved to see that Debbie was in bed already and seemed to be asleep. I needed time to think about what I had discovered.

After I undressed and climbed into bed, though I was still quite drunk and very tired, I tried to think things through before going to sleep, but just I nodded off in mid thought. I woke the next morning with a sore head and an aching bladder, I saw that Debbie was already out of bed, and heard the shower running. For a minute I lay in bed and rubbed my pussy, but the pain was not going away and knew I had to get up and pee. I knocked on the bathroom door and yelled ‘I’m desperate, I’m coming in.’ We never locked the door unless we had a stranger in the room. I opened the door and walked barefoot to the toilet there I felt something warm under my foot and looked down. It was another wet diaper, Debbie had obviously worn it and used it in the night.

I peed in the toilet, then left the bathroom and returned to my bed. Despite being tired and hung-over I lay in bed, but could not get back to sleep, I was trying to process that idea that my roommate and close friend seemed to have started wearing diapers.

As I lay in bed, I thought about the party the previous night, and watching all the girls in their wet diapers and panties. I still did not know what to say to Debbie, but somehow I found my hand reach to my pussy, I started masturbating, and my thoughts kept coming back to Debbie and the other girls in diapers. I remembered how it felt when I had wet my own diaper, and was even more aroused. It took me just a few minutes to bring myself off, and just as I had done so Debbie emerged from the bathroom clad in just her white silk robe. She reached into her underwear draw and pulled out a pair of white bikinis and put them on. Then she said, ‘I’m sorry about the diaper on the floor, I’m just fed up with wetting my bed after I go out drinking, I thought they might help.’

I responded with a muffled, ‘that’s OK I guess,’ and got out of bed. ‘Did it work?’ I asked.

‘Yes’ she replied, ‘I only leaked a little.’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll keep this to myself, just keep them out of sight if you can.’ I said. ‘What have you got going on today?’

“I’m going to the mall to get a couple of gifts to take home with me.”

“It’ll be crowded, if the lines for the bathrooms are like last year, you might want to wear one of those diapers.” I said half joking.

‘That’s a good idea,’ she replied, ‘maybe I will. What about you, do you have any plans?’

‘No, I thought I’d take it easy, though I really need to go to the mall to, I’ve been putting off looking for a gift for my Aunt Jessica.’

‘Come with me.’

‘OK I will, let me hit the shower.’

Three hours and two large coffees later we had finished our shopping, and we were about ready to head back to the parking garage. When I realized I needed to pee urgently, I took one look at the line for the ladies room which stretched thirty feet from the door and panicked. ‘Oh-mi-God,’ I said ‘I’m never gonna hang on, what about you?’

‘Oh I took your advice and wore a diaper, glad I did I peed in it back in Macy’s, so I’m OK.’ Responded Debbie with a smile.

‘Cow!’ I said, then a thought hit me, ‘did you bring a spare?’ I asked.

‘Yes, it’s in my purse.’

‘Great, let’s get to the car now.’ I said, and we went out to the car as fast as I could manage to walk without wetting myself. I climbed into the back seat of Debbie’s Corrolla and kicked of my shoes, I lay on my back and with my legs waving in the air pulled off my jeans and panties at the same time.

Debbie passed me the diaper and said ‘quickly someone’s coming.’ I managed to get one leg through the wrong hole at first, then after a struggle I had the diaper on. I sat up just as a woman with two children passed by. Of course by this time both Debbie and I were cracking up, and I was wetting myself big time, luckily I managed to slow my stream enough to prevent leaks and the diaper contained everything. Just wanting to get home, I pulled my jeans on over my wet diaper, luckily I had lost a little weight and they were a bit loose. I climbed into the front seat and Debbie set off to drive home.

Sitting in the car riding home the bulk of the wet diaper pressed against my pussy, and I started feeling horny again, then it struck me that I knew what to do about my diaper wearing roommate. I said ‘I guess, if you’re going to wear diapers, I might as well wear them myself.’

‘In that case we better stop and but some more, the ones from yesterday and nearly all gone.’ Said Debbie. ‘Not that I think we need or should wear them all the time.’ We pulled into the parking lot of a pharmacy far enough from campus that we thought we would not see anyone we knew. When we stopped, both of us sat in the car waiting for the other to get out.

‘I said, ‘I thought you were going to buy them.’

Debbie replied, ‘No I thought you were.’

‘OK I guess we both will have to go in,’ I said. We went into the store and wandered about for a couple of minutes in different aisles, I picked up some shampoo, and Debbie some deodorant. Then we walked through the incontinence section, trying to look at the different types of diapers without anyone noticing us.

We reached the end and I turned to Debbie and said, ‘let’s just get the same kind as the ones we have.’

I turned a round and picked up two packages and gave one to Debbie. ‘OK let’s get out of here.’ I said.

We paid for the diapers and left the store, and were heading back to our car, when Josie walked up behind us and said, ‘Hi guys, planning a party? I saw what you bought.’

‘Yeah, ur, no.’ I mumbled.

‘Don’t worry, I was just kidding, I was just stocking up on diapers for our house. They’re really handy sometimes, aren’t they?’ said Josie. ‘You kind of surprised us last night, when you took them home. Lindsey only really offered them for a joke. Look good to see you I have to run, I’ll see you after the Holidays.’

‘Come on, let’s get home, I just wet this diaper again, and I think it was a mistake,’ said Debbie. I checked her butt and underneath her panty lines her jeans were definitely wet.

We arrived home and hurried through the corridors to our room, fortunately, no one saw Debbie’s predicament and we were soon inside. I was bursting again myself, and headed straight into the bathroom. Debbie had the same idea and we collided, in the doorway. I’m not sure what came over Debbie at that point, but she grabbed me and wrestled me to the floor. Then she lay on top of me and started tickling. Between having the wind knocked out of me and the tickling I started to pee my pants. The diaper coped for a few seconds then I started to feel the waistband of my jeans get wet then it flowed into my sweatshirt and more than halfway up my back, all the way to my bra strap. Debbie pulled herself up and straddle my stomach, and I halfheartedly pommeled her chest with my fists. I then pulled her down on top of me and kissed her on the lips. She immediately started kissing back, and before long we were groping and fondling each other on the floor of our room. We haven’t looked back since.

When we came back from the Christmas break, it turned out there was a spare double room, in the house where Josie and Lindsey lived, and we moved in with the rest of the girls. Debbie’s and my relationship has blossomed and we’ve been together ever since.”

“I thought you and the Senator were an item.” Said Helen.

“Jessica, no of course not, she’s my mom’s younger sister.” Said Susie.

“Wow, I never realized.” Said Helen. “How come Debbie doesn’t come to the wetwork meetings?”

“Oh she comes when she’s here.” Said Laura, “She’s in the National Guard and away in Iraq right now.”

“Oh, that must be awful for you.” Said Helen, “Then sensing Susie was not interested in discussing it further she said. ”So how did you come to be part of the wetwork?”

“Oh I was working with Aunt Jessie in her office one day, I didn’t wear diapers to work at that time, and I had to get very close to her so we could both look at a paper she was reading. When I noticed the unmistakable smell of a disposable diaper, so I checked her butt next time she got up, and it looked like she might be wearing one, and it might be wet. Then the next time she went to the rest room I went along, and I could hear her changing her diaper in the next stall. I revealed that I wore diapers sometimes as well, and she confessed that though she usually just wore them for convenience, Senator’s have to sit through a lot of long meetings, she liked wearing them. She explained about the wetwork and how there were plenty of like-minded women around, and Debbie and I went to the next meeting.”

By the time they were past Lake Charles and headed to Baton Rouge, the conversation had dropped off, and the passengers were getting sleepy. Lucky who still had about forty-five minutes driving before they were due to make their next stop said. “Come on guys, I’m getting tired here, keep me entertained.”