A Friends Diapered Erotic Fanfic

[onehandedwritter]

Hi this is just some fap fuel i had ai written for me based off the character monica and rachel from friends who get discovered by chandler and they have some fun

Rachel sighed as she stepped into the apartment, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of life. It had been a long day at work, and all she wanted was to kick off her shoes and

Rachel sighed as she stepped into the apartment, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of life. It had been a long day at work, and all she wanted was to kick off her shoes and collapse onto the couch. The living room was a mess, with clothes and newspapers scattered everywhere, a clear indication that Monica had been home and her obsessive-compulsive cleaning spree had yet to begin. Rachel rolled her eyes and set her bag down, making a mental note to tease her roommate about it later.

As she moved into the kitchen, the sound of rustling fabric caught her attention. She peered around the corner to find Monica, wearing nothing but a pair of shortalls and a t-shirt, her legs bare and her hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Rachel couldn't help but smile at the sight of her friend looking so casual and comfortable. "Hey, Mon, you okay?" Rachel called out.

Monica jumped, spinning around with a startled look on her face. She had been busy rummaging through the cabinets and hadn't heard Rachel come in. "Oh, Rach, hey!" she said, trying to compose herself. Rachel noticed something odd about the way the shortalls fit her friend, something bulky and unmistakable. "What's with the...uh, new fashion statement?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

Monica's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "It's just something I've been trying out," she said, her voice tight. "They're...comfortable." Rachel stepped closer, unable to resist the curiosity bubbling up inside her. She reached out and gently touched the bulge at the back of Monica's shorts. It felt like a diaper, just like the ones her baby niece wore. "Does that feel like...?" Rachel began, her voice trailing off.

Monica nodded, looking down at the floor. "Yeah, it's a diaper," she admitted in a whisper. Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't deny the strange fascination that had gripped her. "It's just something I do sometimes," Monica continued, her voice barely above a murmur. "It's like a...security blanket, I guess. It makes me feel safe and...taken care of." Rachel's mind raced, trying to understand her friend's unexpected confession.

"Can I see?" Rachel asked tentatively, her voice softer than she had intended. Monica hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. She reached behind her and began to unbuckle the shortalls. Rachel watched as the fabric fell away, revealing a yellow, sodden diaper that clung to Monica's thighs. The sight was both bizarre and oddly intimate. Rachel felt her cheeks warm as she took in the details: the plastic tabs, the wetness seeping through the material.

 

As the shortalls hit the floor, Monica stood before Rachel in just an oversized t-shirt and the soggy diaper. Rachel's eyes remained transfixed on the bulge between her friend's legs. She could see the dark stain spreading across the front, hinting at an earlier accident. "It's not weird, right?" Monica asked, her voice trembling. Rachel took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "No, it's not weird," she said finally. "It's just...different." She reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Monica's shoulder. "Why don't you tell me more about it?"

Monica visibly relaxed under Rachel's touch. "It started as a joke, really," she began, her eyes searching Rachel's for any signs of judgment. "But then it became...something more." Rachel nodded, encouraging her to continue. "It's like when I wear it, all my worries go away. It's like I can just let go and be...small again." Rachel nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "And it turns you on?" she asked gently. Monica bit her lip and nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Yeah," she said. "It does." Rachel felt a sudden jolt of arousal, the situation becoming more intense by the second. She licked her lips, her heart racing. "Can I...try it?" she found herself asking, her voice barely above a whisper.

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Monica's eyes lit up with excitement. She quickly grabbed a fresh diaper from the stash she had hidden in the kitchen and handed it to Rachel. Rachel took it, feeling the softness of the material between her fingers. She watched as Monica demonstrated how to put it on, her movements swift and practiced. Rachel followed her friend's instructions, feeling the coolness of the diaper against her skin as she fastened the tabs. It was snug, but surprisingly comfortable.

Monica then handed Rachel a small, discreet vibrator, the kind that could easily be concealed in a pocket. Rachel took it, her curiosity piqued. "This is what you use?" Rachel asked, her voice hushed. Monica nodded. "It's the best way to really get the full experience," she said with a mischievous smile. Rachel switched it on, the low buzz filling the room. She tentatively placed it against the thick padding of the diaper, gasping as the vibrations traveled through the material and into her. It was a strange sensation, one she had never felt before, but it was definitely enjoyable.

Monica guided Rachel's hand, showing her how to move the vibrator in small circles, applying varying levels of pressure. Rachel's breathing grew heavier as she began to understand the appeal. The tension in her body began to dissolve, and she felt herself getting wetter by the second. "Just let go," Monica whispered, her hand resting on Rachel's shoulder. Rachel closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation, and did as she was told. The vibrations grew more intense, and she could feel the warmth spreading through her, pooling in her core.

With a sudden urgency, Rachel felt the need to pee. She had never experienced this sensation with the vibrator before, but the diaper made it feel...right. She gave in to the urge, the warmth spreading through the diaper as she relieved herself. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of relief and a strange, erotic pleasure. Rachel's eyes snapped open, and she looked at Monica, who was watching her with a knowing smile. "It feels good, doesn't it?" Monica asked, her voice a seductive purr. Rachel nodded, unable to form coherent words as she continued to enjoy the sensation of the wet diaper against her skin.

 

The room was thick with anticipation as Rachel took in the newfound pleasure. The sound of the vibrator grew louder as Rachel's hips began to move involuntarily. Monica stepped closer, her own diaper already wet, and Rachel could see the excitement in her eyes. "Let me help you," Monica offered, taking the vibrator from Rachel's hand. Rachel leaned back against the counter, her legs trembling slightly as Monica began to work the vibrator against her clit with an expert touch. Rachel's moans grew louder, and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge. It was a sensation she had never thought possible, but in that moment, it was all she wanted.

The tension grew unbearable, and Rachel felt her orgasm building, the vibrations from the toy and the warmth of her wet diaper pushing her over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came. The sensation was intense, the diaper absorbing her release as she collapsed against the counter, panting.

Monica's eyes gleamed with excitement as she turned off the vibrator, setting it aside. Rachel looked up at her, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. "Wow," Rachel managed to murmur, her voice still shaky.

 

As Rachel caught her breath, the sound of the apartment door opening echoed through the hallway. "Guys, I'm home!" Chandler's voice called out, oblivious to the scene unfolding in the kitchen. Rachel and Monica's eyes widened in panic, and they exchanged a frantic look. Monica quickly scooped up their discarded shirts and tossed them to Rachel, whispering, "Put these on! He can't see us like this!" Rachel nodded, her heart racing as she slipped the shirt back over her head, the wet diaper sticking uncomfortably to her skin.

They both froze as they heard Chandler's footsteps approaching. Rachel's mind raced, trying to come up with an explanation, but before she could formulate a coherent sentence, the kitchen door swung open, and there he stood, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him. Rachel and Monica, both in oversized t-shirts that barely concealed their wet diapers, stared back at him. The silence was deafening, the only sound in the room the faint rustle of plastic.

Chandler's jaw dropped, and Rachel braced herself for the worst. But instead of the expected disgust or laughter, she saw something else in his eyes. Curiosity? Arousal? It was hard to tell, but Rachel knew she had to act fast. "Chandler, this isn't what it looks like," Rachel began, her voice trembling slightly.

"Oh, I think it is," Chandler said, his voice low and even. Rachel and Monica exchanged a nervous glance. "But, if you promise to keep this little secret between us, I might just let it slide." Rachel felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"What do we have to do?" Rachel asked, her voice shaky. Monica nodded in agreement, her own fear and excitement mingling into one potent cocktail.

"Well," Chandler said, a smirk playing on his lips, "how about you both show me what's under those shirts?" Rachel's heart skipped a beat, but she nodded, a strange thrill running through her. Monica took a deep breath and began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her wet diaper. Rachel followed suit, her own diaper peeking out from beneath her shirt.

The sight of Rachel and Monica, both in wet diapers, seemed to have an effect on Chandler. Rachel noticed the bulge in his pants growing and felt a newfound power in the situation. She took a step closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his growing erection. "I think we can come to an understanding," Rachel said, her voice seductive.

Without another word, Rachel led Chandler by the hand into Monica's bedroom, Monica following close behind. Rachel knew that she had to act fast before he changed his mind, so she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue slipping past his lips as she deepened the kiss. Chandler's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and Rachel could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against her.

The room was a whirlwind of movement as they shed their shirts, leaving them both in just their wet diapers. Rachel could feel the weight of Chandler's gaze on her, his eyes raking over her body. She took a moment to appreciate the look of desire in his eyes before she dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle his belt.

The three of them stood there, their hearts pounding in unison, the air thick with lust and the faint scent of wet diapers. Rachel had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she had never felt more alive. As Chandler's pants fell to the floor, Rachel took his erection in her hand, feeling the heat and hardness of him. She looked up at him, her eyes full of lust, and took him into her mouth.

Monica knelt beside Rachel, her own diaper squelching slightly as she positioned herself. Rachel watched in the mirror on the dresser as Monica took one of Chandler's balls into her mouth, sucking gently, her eyes never leaving Rachel's. Rachel felt a rush of excitement as she realized what was happening. They were sharing him, giving him pleasure in a way she had never dreamed of.

The sound of wet suction filled the room as Rachel took Chandler's cock deep into her throat, her eyes watering slightly. She could feel Monica's warm breath on her cheek as she worked the other side, her tongue flicking over the sensitive skin of his sack. Rachel's own arousal grew, the wetness of her diaper a constant reminder of their shared secret.

Chandler's moans grew louder as Rachel and Monica took turns pleasing him, their mouths moving in sync. Rachel would suckle his tip, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, while Monica licked and kissed the base. Then, they would switch, Rachel moving down to tease his balls while Monica took him in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort.

As Rachel felt the urge to pee again, she gave in, the warm liquid soaking into her diaper and making it even heavier. She watched as Monica did the same, the sight of their shared pleasure only making Rachel more eager to bring Chandler to climax. The room was filled with the sounds of wetness and passion, the three of them lost in the moment.

Chandler's breath hitched as Rachel took him deep into her throat, her diaper squelching with each movement. Monica's eyes met Rachel's in the mirror, and Rachel could see the excitement in them. They both knew they were pushing him to the edge. Rachel felt a sudden warmth spread through her own diaper as she too lost control, peeing again. The sensation only heightened her arousal, and she worked harder, her hand pumping in time with her mouth.

With a guttural groan, Chandler reached his peak, his hips bucking as he came. Rachel and Monica both leaned back, allowing the hot jets of cum to splatter across their faces. They stuck out their tongues, catching the sticky white liquid, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. Rachel wiped a strand from her cheek, bringing it to her mouth and sucking it clean, her eyes never leaving Chandler's. Monica did the same, a playful smirk on her face.

They both turned to each other, their faces a mess of cum and diaper residue. Rachel leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the remnants of Chandler's release from Monica's cheek. Monica reciprocated, licking Rachel's mouth clean, their tongues dancing together in a way that was both erotic and intimate. Rachel felt a shiver run down her spine as they swapped the salty fluid, the taste of Chandler's cum mingling with the sweetness of their friendship.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Rachel whispered, "Round two?" Monica nodded eagerly, her cheeks still flushed from their shared experience. They turned their attention back to Chandler, who was still trying to process what had just happened. Rachel couldn't help but feel a sense of power and excitement at the shock and arousal etched on his face.

Gently, Rachel pushed Chandler down onto the edge of the bed, his legs dangling over the side. Monica followed Rachel's lead, the two of them kneeling on the bed, one on each side of him. Rachel took his half-flaccid cock in her hand, her thumb tracing the sensitive vein along the underside. She leaned in and took him into her mouth again, her tongue swirling around the head as she began to suck. Monica, not to be outdone, took one of his balls into her mouth, her tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive flesh.

The feel of Rachel's soft, wet mouth on him was heavenly, and Chandler's cock began to stir back to life. Rachel's eyes never left Monica's, the two of them working in tandem to bring him back to full arousal. Rachel felt her own diaper grow wetter as she watched her friend pleasure Chandler, the sight of it making her even more turned on.

Monica reached out and touched Rachel's wet diaper, her hand sliding over the plastic shell that encased Rachel's sex. Rachel gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Chandler watched, his eyes glued to the sight of his two friends pleasuring each other and him simultaneously. He could feel his cock growing harder, the sensation of Rachel's mouth combined with Monica's touch almost too much to handle.

As Rachel deep-throated him, Monica reached under Rachel's diaper, her fingers finding Rachel's clit. Rachel's hips bucked, her muffled moans vibrating around Chandler's cock. Monica teased Rachel's clit, her own diaper now soaked from her own arousal. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, her orgasm building once again.

The room was filled with the sounds of wet suction, the smack of skin on skin, and the occasional squelch of their diapers. Rachel's hand slid down to her own diaper, her fingers slipping into the wetness. She matched Monica's rhythm, rubbing her own clit as she took Chandler deeper into her mouth. The tension grew, their bodies moving in a symphony of pleasure.

Monica's hand slid from Rachel's diaper to Chandler's, her own arousal painting a wet trail up his shaft. Rachel watched as Monica's fingers danced around the base of his cock, her thumb pressing down on the sensitive area just behind his balls. Rachel felt a rush of excitement, knowing what was coming next.

With a groan, Chandler pulled away from Rachel's mouth, his cock now rock-hard again. He stood up from the bed, his eyes glinting with lust as he took in the sight of Rachel and Monica on their knees before him, both wearing nothing but their wet diapers. Rachel felt a thrill as Chandler reached out and gripped their diapered hips, pulling them closer to the edge of the bed.

The two friends looked back at him over their shoulders, their diapered butts wiggling in unison. Rachel's heart raced as she felt the warmth of Monica's breath on her neck, her own diaper feeling tighter as her arousal grew. Chandler's eyes darted back and forth between them, as if he couldn't decide which one to claim first. Rachel felt a jolt of excitement as Chandler's hand moved to her diaper, his fingers pressing into the plastic.

He squeezed Rachel's diapered groin, making her gasp. Rachel could feel her wetness spreading, the fabric clinging to her skin. Monica mirrored Rachel's reaction, her diaper squelching as she too was groped by Chandler's other hand. Rachel watched in the mirror as Chandler's fingers slid under the elastic waistband of both their diapers, the sight making her even wetter.

Chandler's cock was fully erect now, bobbing in the air as he teased them. Rachel felt a thrill of anticipation as she watched him line himself up with Monica's pink, puckered hole. With one swift motion, he thrust into her, the sound of his cock pushing through the diaper's barrier filling the room. Monica's eyes rolled back in her head, a guttural moan escaping her lips as Rachel felt her own diaper being pushed aside.

Rachel felt his warm, thick fingers slide into her, filling her up as he began to fuck Monica with deep, powerful strokes. Rachel's moans grew louder as Chandler's fingers worked her G-spot, the vibrations from her earlier orgasm still resonating through her body. She watched as Chandler's cock disappeared into her friend, the sight of it stretching the plastic sending another rush of pleasure through her. Rachel's diaper was soaked now, the sound of Chandler's balls slapping against Monica's ass echoing through the room.

Monica's diaper was stretched taut around Chandler's cock, the plastic bulging with each thrust. Rachel could see the pleasure on her friend's face, the way her body tensed and released around him. Rachel reached out and touched her own diaper, feeling the warmth of her pee mixing with her arousal. She had never felt so open, so exposed, and yet she was loving every second of it.

As Chandler picked up speed, Rachel could feel her own orgasm building again. She watched in the mirror as Monica's breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect. Rachel reached out and pinched one, making Monica gasp. The room was alive with the sounds of sex and wetness, the scent of their diapers a heady aphrodisiac.

Chandler's grunts grew louder, his hips moving faster. Rachel knew he was close, and she felt a strange sense of pride that she and Monica could bring him to this point. She leaned in and kissed the side of his thigh, her tongue darting out to lick the sweat that had gathered there. It was a small gesture, but it was all Rachel could do to show her appreciation for this newfound experience.

With a final, powerful thrust, Chandler came inside Monica, his cum spurting deep within her. Rachel watched as Monica's body convulsed with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head. Rachel felt a strange kinship with her friend, a bond that went beyond friendship and into the realm of shared ecstasy.

As Monica collapsed onto the bed, panting and sated, Rachel couldn't help but stare at Chandler's cock, still erect and covered in a mix of cum and Monica's juices. Chandler looked over at Rachel, a wild look in his eyes. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed her chin, guiding his cock to her mouth. Rachel didn't hesitate, taking him deep, tasting the remnants of Monica on him. It was a heady, powerful feeling, one that sent a jolt of electricity through her body.

The taste was overwhelming, a mix of salt and musk that was uniquely theirs. Rachel swirled her tongue around Chandler's shaft, cleaning him off before he pulled away. Rachel looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly from the effort. Chandler's eyes were dark with lust, his chest heaving with exertion. He reached down and gripped Rachel's diapered hips, hoisting her up and turning her so that she straddled his waist. Rachel yelped in surprise, but the sound was cut off as Chandler's cock nudged against her own wet folds.

With one swift movement, he pulled Rachel's diaper to the side, exposing her slick pussy. Rachel's eyes widened as she felt his cock slide into her, the plastic of the diaper providing an unexpected barrier that only heightened the sensation. Chandler's eyes never left hers as he began to move, his hips rocking gently at first. Rachel felt a warmth spread through her, the feeling of being filled by him while wearing a diaper was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

The room was silent except for their heavy breathing and the occasional squelch of the wet plastic. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head as Chandler's movements grew more urgent, his cock sliding in and out of her with purpose. Rachel's breasts bounced with each thrust, the friction of the diaper against her clit driving her closer and closer to the edge.

"Get ready to take it, you diapered baby slut," Chandler whispered in Rachel's ear, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. Rachel nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt her orgasm build. Monica watched from the side, her own chest rising and falling as she touched herself, her diaper soaked with her own arousal. Rachel felt a strange sense of unity with her friend, a shared experience that went beyond mere friendship.

With a final, powerful thrust, Chandler emptied himself into Rachel, his cum spilling out around the edges of the diaper. Rachel's body convulsed around him, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She collapsed onto the bed beside Monica, both of them panting and spent. Rachel felt the warmth of Chandler's cum leaking out of her, the soggy diaper clinging to her skin.

They lay there, their chests heaving, the only sound in the room the occasional squelch of the wet plastic beneath them. Rachel looked over at Monica, who was smiling lazily, her eyes half-closed with satisfaction. Rachel couldn't help but smile back, feeling a strange kinship in their shared secret.

Their eyes locked, and Rachel knew they were both feeling the same sense of euphoria. Chandler's cum was leaking out of them, mixing with their pee, creating a warm, wet mess. It was a feeling Rachel had never experienced before, and she found it oddly comforting. They were all in this together, a trio of friends turned lovers, united by a shared fetish.

Monica and Rachel both turned their heads to look at Chandler, who had collapsed onto the bed, his body spent. Rachel felt a rush of affection for him, this man who had just taken them both to new heights of pleasure. Without a word, they both slid over to him, their diapers making a wet, sticky sound as they moved.

Their eyes met over Chandler's sated form, and Rachel knew they were thinking the same thing. They leaned in together, their mouths meeting his cock in a synchronized kiss, their tongues wrapping around his shaft in a silent expression of gratitude. Chandler's eyes flickered open, a smile playing on his lips as he watched the two women worship his cock, still slick with their juices.

They took turns cleaning him up, their tongues lapping at his sensitive skin, tasting the remnants of their pleasure on him. Rachel couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Monica, both of them serving Chandler's needs in their own way. Monica took one of his testicles into her mouth, Rachel the other, their eyes never leaving his as they sucked and licked clean.

As they both pulled back, Rachel whispered, "Thank you," against his cock, feeling the vibrations of her voice echo through the plastic of her diaper. Monica echoed the sentiment, their lips meeting in a wet kiss around his shaft. Chandler's cock twitched, not fully flaccid yet, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. Rachel felt a thrill at the power they held over him, the control they had just shared.

Exhaustion began to take over, and Rachel laid her head on Chandler's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Monica curled up beside them, her hand finding Rachel's, their fingers entwining. Rachel felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling of belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time. Despite the unconventional nature of their evening, Rachel knew that their friendship had just reached a new level of intimacy.

As the room grew quiet, the only sound the occasional rustle of their diapers, Rachel felt her eyes grow heavy. The three of them lay there, their bodies entangled, the air thick with the scent of sex and diapers. Rachel knew that they had all just shared something incredibly special, something that would forever change the dynamics of their friendship.

But for now, all she could think about was the comfort of Chandler's arm around her and the gentle pressure of Monica's body against hers. Rachel closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of their combined