A Car Seat Quick Clean

[YourFNF]

So I was inspired to write again for the first time in forever ? Nothing elaborate, just a short vignette I would call cyberpunk'ish? ??

 

December 16^th 2042; somewhere on the I-94 corridor between Milwaukee and Chicago

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Mara found herself staring out the window at the cranes and construction along the horizon. Not much else to do since the SUV was on auto and Julia was working on a last report before the winter holidays. New buildings were going up but in places you could still see old ones. Some standing like before, others just bits of charred wood frame or concrete towers with glass missing and chunks gone from where mortar rounds hit. A bigger hole in this one office park she recognized as the work of a 500lb JDAM. There had been a lot of rebuilding this past decade since the war and not just office parks, she thought looking down at the flexible carbon fiber bands bracing her legs, highlighting the scars. The semiconducting amplifier braces that along with the chip in her spine allowed her to walk. Unfortunately, even with stem cell injections and the bridge there were still some problems they couldn’t fix. As she was reminded when she found herself filling the padded garment wrapped around her waist with only 30s warning, sighing in frustration.

 

“You need a change love?” …. “Yeah…” Her wife had become an expert at telling and with out evening missing a beat reclined her seat flat while swiveling to face her. Pulling down her loose workout shorts in one quick practiced motion to reveal the bulging undergarment. It’s formerly white center now almost as yellow as the sides and brown in places. Still it was better than anything she could have gotten pre-war, Mara thought ruefully. God bless the NHS for keeping the 3d printer well stocked and allowing them to pick their own designs. It was worth it the new world they were building even with… what is cost… Trenton, Mobile, Albuquerque, then Denver… Where the war ended for her a few months before it did for everyone else….

 

“Hey love…” a kiss on her forehead bringing her back… “Where’d you go?” I shrugged “Denver”. “I’m with you okay? Just stay with me. Focus on my touch okay?” I nodded sighing in relief as she untapped me and I felt the cool air, focusing on her as she wiped more than just my butt clean. We had worked it out with my therapist, making these changes about us, about shared emotional and physical intimacy rather than what happened. Honestly, that was a big part of why I decided to stop trying to retrain. We had both come to enjoy this time together. Of course, that was the last thing on mind as she kept circling my center long after I was clean. Adding a thick layer of barrier cream. Rubbing and circling and oops hello there’s my clit. I found myself giggling as boom, there I go. Fading out as I feel, fresh padding wrapping up between my legs and my shorts pulled up. I sleep the rest of the way to my parent’s house.

[kerry]

I know you said it was just a short thing, but it would also function as a strong intro to one that is longer. Nice start in world creation here. ?

[YourFNF]

37 minutes ago, kerry said:

I know you said it was just a short thing, but it would also function as a strong intro to one that is longer. Nice start in world creation here. ?

Thanks Kerry ?

[Bonsai]

I’m glad that your future still requires absorbent padding to deal with human piping malfunctions.

[YourFNF]

3 hours ago, Bonsai said:

I’m glad that your future still requires absorbent padding to deal with human piping malfunctions.

lol XD

[Crinkleybutt]

On 5/17/2020 at 1:18 PM, kerry said:

I know you said it was just a short thing, but it would also function as a strong intro to one that is longer. Nice start in world creation here. ?

I agree. This would be a very strong intro to something longer.

[Jayme]

This is beautiful, with how short it is it almost has the post apocalyptic(ish) feel without the total devastation of a nuclear war. I could see so many different tangents to take this.

[YourFNF]

On 5/19/2020 at 5:36 AM, Jayme said:

This is beautiful, with how short it is it almost has the post apocalyptic(ish) feel without the total devastation of a nuclear war. I could see so many different tangents to take this.

I basically set this about a decade after a wave of global uprisings and revolutions kicked off by the economic collapse and pandemics of the 2020s. Hence the very Blade Runner/Judge Dread feels.

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So I had bit more creative juice in me and decided to make another little vignette with these characters

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With a loud crash the dragon Borgram fell, the cheers of the alliance echoing through the mountain passes. Duramir home of the dwarves was saved…. Which made an incongruous contrast to my parents living room as I slipped the headset off to see my wife Julia standing there. “What’s up babe?” She smirked “Your butt…. Stinking up the whole house.” My face went crimson as I suddenly realized just how soaked and full my diaper was. “Your adorable like this but we need to get you cleaned up so you don’t a rash.” I could only nod and strip my leggings off before lying down on the changing mat and bed pad she had laid out. My parents could be a bit embarrassing, but they were genuinely supportive, they insisted that Julia and I take care of things as needed. No need to hide it if I needed a change I got one on the spot. “Besides it’s not like we haven’t seen it before”. Which is why my mom was completely nonplussed to see her daughter getting her ass wiped on the living room floor. “Long gaming session?” “Oh yeah May. She’s got pit stains…” Julia sniffed, exaggeratedly gagged and then tickled the offending region causing me to squeal and leak a little on the pad, adding to my growing sense of mortification. “And a diaper that was about to fall off.”

 

 

“Well we can’t have that… Mara dear you want some Gatorade? I want to make sure you stay hydrated.” “Uhhh… Sure Mom” “And could you get her a fresh t-shirt May? She really did sweat through the pits on this one and the back.” Just fucking kill me Just fucking kill me…… So just as Julia was sliding a fresh diaper under me, my mom comes in with a t-shirt, wait was that a wash cloth? And a sports bottle of Gatorade. “Arms up sweaty.” Urghh fucking puns, really? Which is how I found myself completely naked and in no way feeling like a three-year-old with a sippy cup as I chugged the sports bottle while Julia wiped me down with a cold cloth. I’m am not proud of it, but it felt so good I didn’t even give a shit that my mom was basically watching my wife give me a sponge bath. It was over all too soon though as Julia pulled the clean t-shirt over my head after applying the usual cream and taping up fresh diaper. I spent the next few minutes just vibing and being held by her while mom went off to deal with some stuff. Great memories all around.

[Jayme]

Beautiful addition, if you have any more in store for them I would love to read it!

[YourFNF]

“Coast Guard ME Delta 1626, this is control, you are clear for final approach on landing site Northwestern Memorial.” “Copy control Delta 1626 out.” It was weird being back at the stick sometimes, a lot of mixed memories and feelings I was a pilot, VTOL and single rotor old school helos. Ospreys Iran just after the “American Rebirth Nationalist Coalition” took over and reinstated the draft. In newer smaller Jackknives and the larger VTU-160s during the uprising for the resistance. That was how my spine got fucked several different ways. Trying to dodge shoulder fired missiles while dropping people onto a rooftop. Needless to say, I couldn’t dodge all of them and getting thrown around in a metal can that is on fire and tumbling end over end does not do good things for spinal integrity. Still I would have been fine if it weren’t for that damn piece of rebar. Sigh Just breath girl. Just breath and look out at the lights. But yeah bad memories aside I love flying. It’s sound like a cliché but the freedom and control….  I feel like I found myself in it and in the worst times and even with lives on the line I could loose myself the flow. Action and reaction, just being and doing.

 

When the war was over, I was transferred to the newly reformed coast guard and doing medevac and search/rescue. I love it, get to fly big fast machines and save lives without getting shot at? Fuck yes! Hell, my disability is actually kind of an asset on long haul flights…. Mara smirks and gives herself a quick check as well as the aircraft for final approach. Which brings us back to the present. Complex critical transplant case that a rural hospital in the Upper Peninsula wants transferred to a specialist at Northwestern. Mara nods to indicate the patient in back before focusing in on the landing, rotor wash blasting the concrete. So yeah that’s my story, I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got post flight paper work to fill out and my wife is probably already waiting to pick me up so Hopkins will show you out. Mara walk down the rear ramp and is immediately embraced by the person waiting for and let’s an embarrassed squeak as her but is squeezed through the flight suit before both head to the locker room.

[Wannatripbaby]

On 5/19/2020 at 10:53 AM, YourFNF said:

“Your butt…. Stinking up the whole house.” My face went crimson as I suddenly realized just how soaked and full my diaper was.

 

On 5/19/2020 at 10:53 AM, YourFNF said:

“And could you get her a fresh t-shirt May? She really did sweat through the pits on this one and the back.” Just fucking kill me Just fucking kill me……

I love the gentle humiliation in this one. ?

[Jayme]

17 hours ago, YourFNF said:

Mara walk down the rear ramp and is immediately embraced by the person waiting for and let’s an embarrassed squeak as her but is squeezed through the flight suit before both head to the locker room.

I love how she is surprised by her lover once she has safely exited the aircraft.

[Wannatripbaby]

This third part had an interesting writing perspective. First person, but like, aware of the audience? I think, if refined, it could be very interesting and give your stories a unique flavor I've never seen before. :) 

[YourFNF]

3 hours ago, Wannatripbaby said:

This third part had an interesting writing perspective. First person, but like, aware of the audience? I think, if refined, it could be very interesting and give your stories a unique flavor I've never seen before.

I was kind of deliberately playing with it. What I had in mind that she talking to an audience surrogate, either like a diary or a therapist a few days later or maybe a reporter who was doing a ride along at the time.

[YourFNF]

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A few days later in another locker room Mara and Julia were getting ready for their weekly couples workout. Julia’s outfit was pretty standard, band-t and red capri leggings. Mara’s was a bit more… specialized. The navy blue bottoms with white racing stripes looked like the kinda thing you’d see an a stereotypical anime gym class. You know the ones that look Speedos? It was actually an athletic cloth diaper, designed to be wearable without an outer layer for maximum comfort and range of motion. It had taken a bit of getting used to and definitely drew some looks but it was worth it for how light and freeing it was. It also whicked sweat like know one’s business so yay for less crotch rash.  

Now if Julia would just stop checking the leg guards and patting her butt every time she pulled them on like she was two. Nope she totally did not like that. Nope not at all…..

 

They started with cardio warm up for 30min, working up a bit of sweat that Julia said looked good on her bare toned legs. Her diaper was already starting to swell a little. That would be Julia’s fault making her drink so much water, she dribbled into her special gym shorts. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, mainly because she didn’t like thinking of herself as dependent, they had kind of been falling naturally into a Cg/L relationship since…. Since the war ended…. What with Julia saying things like “A cute young thing like you needs lots of exercise to burn off energy and you should be sweaty and dirty by the end of it….” or the glaring neon signal of all the public diaper checks. It was time to admit what had been happening for years. Tonight, she was going to talk to her wife…. But first strength training!

 

I was on my last set of squats when it happened. Julia was checking out my glistening thighs(Vain sounding yes, but I prefer it to sweaty so, sticks tongue out) under the pretense of spotting me. I tried to stand up and boom, I felt my stomach rumble and my spintcher give way. I dropped back into the squat unable to anything but stand their and bear down filling my shorts. I knew I had been feeling bloated but I though it was just the water, damn it. Julia had her phone out, recording, which was totally not activating my humiliation kink. “Awww is somebody being a little potty pants. All that straining and stretching make your tummy loose?” “Shutup damn it!” My cutting retort was severely undermined by me loudly farting at the same time, which had my evil wife cackling.

 

Once I was done… It was the walk of shame back to locker room where Julia hauled my stink butt into one of the shower stalls. Pressing a button caused the toilet to slide out of the wall over which Mary pulled my shorts down as I pulled my top off, before dumping them out and bagging them. Then used the shower wand to clean the worst off. And no I did not moan like a little slut when she use the setting on my pucker. That is lies and slander! After that it was Julia’s turn to strip and let’s just say she was also very glistening. “You still not tired out?” I realized I had been touching myself while she soaped my back and would have flushed if I hadn’t been as red as I could possibly get all ready.

 

“I can fix that…” I watched Julia pull a strapless out her gym bag and turn on a white noise app, gulp. “No need to be quite baby, both of us need some relief…” All I could do was squeal like the bottom bitch I am as my lovely wife entered me in one thrust and proceeded to try to pound me clean through the wall. From there it’s all blur of rough sex and several screaming climaxes on both our parts before we ended up getting dressed and walking out to the car. She would say I was leaning on her but I am adamant it was mutual. And didn’t I have something I need to talk to her about tonight?

[Wannatripbaby]

Ha! Another lovely chapter, sis. ?

The only thing I'd work on is keeping a consistent tense. You started out in 3rd-person, but then switched to 1st-person by the third paragraph. ?

[therende]

Curious if you or a family member was a Coastie, not too many people mention the Coast Guard in a story. Nice to see!

[Sarah Penguin]

[YourFNF]

23 hours ago, therende said:

Curious if you or a family member was a Coastie, not too many people mention the Coast Guard in a story. Nice to see!

Nope. Dad was Army, but I figured it was a logical transfer in the post civil war era with  all of the major powers having a change in government and the unification  of North America with the military being reorganized and offensive operations de-emphasized.