Diaper Day Care #2

by Pulsar

Hi. This is Sydney again. I told you about my first day at the new day care my mom switched me to when I was 10 years old. I'll tell you more now. I'll start by talking about the second day. I wasn't very happy still. The only good thing about it was my new friend Corey. As you remember, she was in a car accident several years ago. They saved her life but her injuries ruined her control over her bathroom stuff. Mom says it's called 'incontinence.' So she has to wear diapers all the time. I felt sorry for her and I really liked her. In fact, she was cute in a way that made me all tingly inside. I'm not sure if she felt that way about me yet. And even though I spent the whole day in school just dreading the moment I'd have to get on that daycare bus, I was looking forward to seeing Corey again.

I had to try really hard not to cry as I waited for the bus after school. And what was worse was that Cloe, the school snob and all-around preppy diva came walking by. "Look at the babies going to daycare!" she cried out on the way to her mother's waiting Cadillac Oh, I wanted to give her the middle finger so bad! That's exactly what she deserved. No, actually, she deserved to have her snooty little butt kicked all over the place. But I did what I do best-- I just ignored her. I knew that was the worse thing you can do to that attention-whore!

Anyway, I bit my lip to keep from crying when I got on the little bus. Nanny Patty was driving and she smiled real big when I got on, saying things like, "Hello, Sydney! How was your day! Let's go have some fun, now that school's all over!" Blah-blah-blah. Yeah, right. I just sat there on the bus as we rode to the next school for the next pickup. After that, we stopped at Glenview Elementary, where Corey got on the bus. Her hair was combed straight, parted on the side again with a pink barrette. Her bangs almost reached her eyes. She was wearing a plain polo shirt with reddish plaid skirt a few inches above her knees. In that way, no one could tell she lived her life in diapers. She wore black nylon knee-high socks with her outfit that really made her bare knees look cute. She got on silently, only smiling at Patty as she climbed the steps. But I quietly called out her name. Once we made eye contact, she came straight to me and sat down.

"Hi Sydney," she said softly.

"Hi Corey," I returned bashfully, my heart racing within.

She shifted around to remove her backpack, causing our bare knees to rub against each other. It was rather harmless; could have happened to anyone. But even that simple contact of flesh-on-flesh sent a thrilling chill through me. Deep inside, I wanted to kiss her on the cheek, but I was still feeling rather shy. "Soooo, uh... have a good day today?" I asked.

"Mmm, it was okay, I guess," she said. "I mean, each day that no one finds out my secret is a good day."

"Yeah, I guess so," I said. Then, I whispered in her ear. "Are you wet?"

"No, not right now," she casually answered aloud. "I changed after lunch and I'm still dry."

"That's good," I said. "Anyway I... well I told my mom that I wanted to have you over and everything and she said she'd like that. I mean... I'm sorry, I had to tell her about... y'know, and she said it was fine. I think she likes you already." Corey smiled, somewhat bashfully, yet it was a happy smile. She seemed rather moved. "So, what do you like to do?"

"Oh, lots of things," she said. "Sometimes we walk to the park. If there aren't too many kids around, I can climb all over and they usually don't notice my diaper up my skirt. And, I'm a good swimmer. But we really can't go to a pool so mom takes me out to the lake. Lakes are great! I can wear a bathing suit and pee in the water all I want and nobody ever knows!"

I broke into a giggle and then gently patted her on her knee, trying to picture what she'd look like in her cute swimwear. "Good for you," I said.

Not much later, the bus arrived at the center. Once again, I could have cried, except Corey took hold of my arm. "C'mon, Sydney, let's go. Don't cry! Let's have fun!" she coaxed. Well, I wasn't too happy about going inside, but I wanted Corey to be happy. And so, we walked in together.

Now for Corey, simply removing her clothing down to a diaper and donning a gown may have been a normal thing. But I felt my eyes water when Nanny Morgan once again stood there, coaxing me down to my natural self. I slid on that flannel gown that seemed to caress my flesh and laid down on the bench as she put a diaper on me. Corey stood right by, waiting until I was ready. Then, she took my arm once again. "C'mon, let's go play on the bars!"

And so we skipped down the hall, now clad in only a gown and a diaper. Corey giggled all the way, as if she enjoyed the feeling of liberation from her clothing she had to wear for the outside world. And soon we were in the rec-room. Corey began to climb up. Soon, other girls raced into the room as well, chattering in various 'girly-talk,' seemingly without a care in the world. "Hey Corey!" said one. "Let's play a round of bar tag!"

"Sure, Nikki," she said back. "But Sydney is playing too!"

"Okay Sydney," said Nikki. "Remember, if you touch the floor, your 'it.'"

And soon I found myself in a game with giggling diapered fourth-graders. Soon Brooke came in the room, holding Trang by the hand who followed like a child following her mother. Brooke's pacifier dangled from the necklace but Trang silently suckled hers like a toddler. Yet we were climbing all over the bars, chasing each other and giggling. Being around a bunch of diapered nine and ten-year-olds did cause me to start tingling down there, especially with all those bare legs around. Whenever I was 'it,' I would try to tag them on the leg, just to feel that bare flesh of those pretty legs on my fingers.

I tried not to chase Corey too much whenever I was 'it,' even though I loved the feel of her bare legs on my fingertips. Sometimes I chased Payton. She had cute skinny legs with skinny kneecaps that stuck way out like jagged stones, and I would innocently pat her on thigh when I caught her. Yet my other 'target' was Trang. I just had to feel those tannish-yellow little legs against my fingers. While most girls would shriek and scream when evading a tag, Trang would silently slip about the bars with her mouth plugged with her pacifier. Yet more than once my hand found her leg and tagged that baby-soft flesh.

Yet I had been so immersed in playing, I had not noticed my urge at first. But as time drew on, the pressure in my bladder had risen drastically. 'Oh no,' I mumbled to myself when I realized I would soon have to release. But then came a fate worse than death. I felt something else. I swore it would never happen to me, but I realized I also needed to go 'number-two!' "Please God, no," I muttered under my breath. And so I dropped out of the game, thinking if I remained still and clam for the rest of the afternoon, I could simply wait.

But as the minutes flew by, I knew there was no way. I mean, peeing in a diaper was embarrassing enough, but the other thing... I couldn't stand it. I found my eyes welling up with tears again. Soon, Corey climbed down from the bars when she saw me struggling on the floor. "What's wrong, Sydney?" she asked.

"Don't move me," I whispered. "I'm trying to keep from doing 'number-two.'"

Corey sighed. "If ya gotta go, then go!" she coaxed.

"I don' wanna," I protested.

"I do it all the time," said Corey.

"Yeah but... still..."

Suddenly, that hyperactive Brooke came over to us, panting from all her energy. Yes, Brooke was high-strung and full of energy. I almost loved her already because she was so happy about everything. And there she stood over me as I sat on the floor nearly in tears. "What's wong with her?" she asked.

"She doesn't want to go in her diaper," replied Corey.

"C'mon, Sydney. Just go so you can get changed and pway some more," she said, carefree over her speech problem.

Yet then I burst into tears again because I knew I couldn't hold it any longer. Both ends began to do 'business' in my diaper to give me that much-needed relief. "Are you going?" asked Brooke impatiently.

But all I could do was cry. "Yeah, she's going," said Corey as she knelt down beside me. "C'mon, Sydney. Just do it. Trying to hold it only makes you hurt!" Gee, as if I didn't know! However, Corey was being sweet to me so I couldn't be mad at her.

But Nanny Morgan must have seen the commotion, for she came right over to us. "What's going on, girls?" she asked.

"Sydney's cwying again because she's wet," said Brooke.

"She's got a 'two-sie!'" added Corey.

And so Morgan squatted down, yet was extra careful NOT to give us an upskirt view. She began to lightly stroke my hair. "Are you done, honey?" she asked. "I don't know what the crying's all about. I thought you were all cried out."

I did my best to talk over my crying. "I thought I could wait," I said. "I don' wanna dirty diaper. Waaaah!"

"Now Sydney, honey, we're well-prepared to handle that," assured Morgan with her calm voice. "Now let's get changed so you can get back to your playing."

And so she and Corey helped me up from the floor. I cried all the way to the changing room. However, I simply laid down on the table once we arrived. I covered my crying red eyes with my hands, not wanting to look at the world. And so I felt Morgan grab my ankles and raise my legs up into the air before untaping my diaper. Once again, I felt exposed and vulnerable as the air in the room made contact with my nether regions. In spite of all my crying, I felt myself get hard instantly. And once that wet baby wipe began to caress my bottom, the tingling feeling began to grow. I could feel Morgan wiping me down, getting me very clean. She must have gone through three wipes before I felt all fresh again. But by then, I could feel my little throbbing clit sticking as far out as it would go.

"Oh Sydney!" gasped Morgan. "I see were feeling all needy again!" I continued to sniffle as I lay there exposed with my legs in the air as Morgan finished wiping me down. Yet suddenly I felt a cold tickling sensation right in my rectal hole.

"Oh!" I gasped as I flinched.

"Just relax, Sydney and take some deep breaths. I'm not going to hurt you," assured Morgan as she reached for tube of diaper cream. I could hear her pop the lid off and then I dared to watch as she squirted a bead on her finger. "C'mon, Sydney. Grab your knees for me," she said. And so I bent my knees down toward my chest and held on, feeling all the more exposed. Then came a cold touch of that cream, right on my puckered rectum. I flinched, yet it was a gentle touch. Slowly, Morgan's finger made contact, gently lubing my hole with the cream. Only moments later, I could feel it slide in about a centimeter in a twisting tickling motion.

"Ooooh! Mmmmph," I grunted as I felt myself being penetrated.

"Just Relax," coaxed Morgan. "This shouldn't hurt."

By now, my breathing had gone louder and heavier. "Oh, that tickles," I gasped over my breathing.

"A little tickle never hurt anyone," said Morgan. Yet only a few seconds later, I felt her finger slide out, leaving an empty feeling in my hole down there. Next, I heard Morgan open the drawer. I knew what she was going for, at least I thought (and hoped) I did. However, I did not hear the buzzing sound of the vibrator. As I lay with my eyes closed, I felt something else touch my bottom hole instead. I was smaller than her finger, yet I could feel her poking something inside me.

"What are you putting in me?" I asked over my heavy breathing.

"Just relax, dear."

"Okay, but what is it?"

"They're beads, honey, okay? Now breathe deep for me."

I took a few deep breaths as I felt that string of anal beads slide deep into me. Morgan was right; it didn't hurt. But it had a weird

tickly feeling to it. "Ooooh! Aaaaah!" I moaned as each bead would tickle my hole as the strand went in. I held my knees tight and began to squirm about on the table. "Oh those are tickling me," I said with gasping breaths.

"Just relax, Sydney, you're doing good. Just relax and let it tickle you." And so I lay with my eyes closed, slowly taking deep breaths and moaning as I would breathe out. "There, that's it," continued Morgan as she gently rubbed her hand over my now-clean bottom. "Good girl! We're feeling better already!"

By now, my clit was actually sore from it's throbbing and yearning for attention. Finally, Morgan did reach into the drawer again, this time to bring out 'Dr. Buzzy-wuzzy.' For I heard the buzzing come to life. I held my knees tight and opened my legs wide for her, seemingly on instinct. And not too soon, that vibrating surface made contact, filling my body with tingling chills. "OOoooh! Oh-gawd," I moaned as I squirmed about. And as the vibration began to work my throbbing clit, I could feel her tugging on the string of beads. Several of them popped out, rubbing the insides of my puckered little rectum as they went. Yet only moments later, I felt her pushing them back in. And thus they moved slowly and gently in and out. "OOOoooh! Aaaaah!" I gasped and sighed over the sensation. "Ooooh, that tickles," I moaned again.

And with both sides being pampered, hardly any time passed when I felt myself nearing orgasm. A few seconds and a few heavy breaths later, a pleasure wave came over me, telling me I was close. "Aaaaaah, that feels good!" I sighed. I squirmed all around as I lay on my back in a ball clutching my knees. I knew I was about to explode.

And with a few more tugs on the beads, I felt myself grow dizzy as another warm wave of pleasure shot through my body. "Ooooh! Ooooh!" I cried out when I passed the point of no return. I knew it was here. I lost my grip on my knees as I shot my legs high up into the air. The build-up continued for a few more seconds until I burst into a monstrous orgasm. I shrieked and kicked my feet as the blast traveled up into my stomach. "Oh-gawd! Oh-gawd!" I cried. And at that time, I felt those beads slowly being pulled out, each one of them rubbing against my hole as they passed through. I shrieked and rocked my head from side o side as I came. I could feel that wet ooze coming out of me. My orgasm seemed to go on forever and was intense enough to cramp my stomach.

"Oh my!" cried Morgan. "Another big one! You gave us a little 'happy squirt!'"

"Oh! Oh! Oh-gawd! Yes! Yeeeeessss!" I cried out. And only after many seconds did my orgasm wane and I grabbed my knees again. Once I calmed down, I swore I couldn't move. I let out along breathy sigh as I lay still clutching my knees, feeling awfully wet and gooey down there..

"Now, I bet we feel all better now and have no need for crying," continued Morgan as she lightly patted my bottom. And then she took a tissue and wiped away the juice from my 'happy squirt.' I felt her oil my bottom and powder me all over down there. I was so sensitive that even that light powder landed like heavy sand grains. Then finally, she put a fresh diaper over my dry pelvis and secured the tape.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that Corey, Trang and Brooke had stood there and watched the whole time! I could feel my face blush, yet they seemed calm about it, except that they all hand their hands down on their crotches as if they had to pee.

"Nanny? Can I get the beads?" asked Brooke rather causally, as if asking for a drink of water.

"Well, do you have a dirty diaper?" asked Morgan.

"Not yet."

"Well, when we get a dirty diaper, we'll see!" And with that, Morgan wiped the beads clean of the creamy coating and placed them in a jar reeking of alcohol.

"Okay," replied Brooke with a smile. "C'mon, Sydney, wets go pway!"

"Oh, I can't move," I mumbled, my body still shaking from my orgasm.

"Let's give her a few minutes to rest. But soon it's group tutor time anyway," said Morgan.

And so the rest of the afternoon passed like before. I snuggled into Corey during group time as we sat quietly on the carpet with pacifiers in our mouths. During art time, most of the girls continued to suckle their pacifiers as they concentrated on their projects, especially that Trang who was still too bashful to talk. Corey did invite me over for Friday evening for a sleep-over, still somewhat shy of being at being away from her mom to diaper her. I was so thrilled that I felt myself needing to wet again. I crossed my legs tightly and grit my teeth. And it worked for a few minutes. But then, I felt that warm familiar flow fill my diaper again. "Aaaah," I gasped.

Brooke looked up. "Are you peeing?" she asked.

"No... uh, I mean... yes," I said with a red face of chagrin.

But Brooke only grinned. "I wike peeing in my diapuhr. It's fun!" she said.

"Oh really?" I said shaking my head.

Yet Corey called Nanny Morgan over. "Sydney's wet again!" she said.

"Did you have to tell?" I asked, a little irate.

"I'm your special friend, remember? I'm supposed to take care of you and make sure you're kept dry," she replied with a shy grin.

I wasn't happy, but she spoke so sweetly I just couldn't be mad at her. And soon I found myself on the changing table again with legs in the air. However, I knew that Nanny Morgan would find not only pee but traces of my 'girl juice' I had leaked while snuggling with Corey and admiring Trang's cute face and smooth skin complexion. "I see we've been a little excited today!" she said as she wiped me clean. I bit my lip because my clit was still tender and sensitive from the day's orgasm. "You might need some self-comfort by the time you get home!"

Once again, I blushed. "Uh... I don't do that!" I protested.

Yet Morgan only smiled. "Now Sydney, most girls touch themselves and the rest are simply liars!"

At that point, I couldn't think of anything to say.

When Friday evening arrived, Mommy drove me to a nice apartment complex in town where there stood buildings among tall oak trees. It had started to rain early, so when Mom found building nine, the sky had grown dark and the rain came down hard and loud on the car. But she parked and we both ran for the stairs. By then, we were under cover and we climbed to the third floor. "My, these apartments are cute!" she said. "I'm almost tempted to rent our house out and move into a place like this. So peaceful and serene." We knocked on the door and Corey's mother answered. She was very warm and invited us in. "Oh, I love the kitchen!" said Mommy as she looked around.

But I went into the living room to find Corey. And there she was, sitting sideways on the couch with her knees bent up, playing some kind of hand-held game. She was in nothing but a tee shirt and some 'pull-ups.' She looked up and smiled happily. "Hi Sydney!" she said, putting down the game.

"Hi Corey!" I said as I admired the view of her bare legs in that position, especially the way her hips were exposed. I sat down next to her bare feet, leaving my overnight bag on the floor. I couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment, I was so busy admiring her cuteness. And so I gently patted her on her bare leg. "You uh... look comfortable," I finally said.

She once again gave me that shy smile of hers. "Thanks, and I AM comfortable. I always dress like this when I'm home."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, why not? It's just me and Mom."

"Mmmm, I guess I can see why," I said. And so I reached for the snap on the shorts I was wearing. "So... can I get 'comfortable?'" I dared to ask.

Corey smiled again and then shrugged. "Go ahead! Who's gonna see you but me and Mom?"

And so I bashfully slid down my shorts and kicked off my shoes. The sudden feeling of the couch against the back of my bare legs and pantied bottom made me tingly all over. It felt great. On instinct, I pulled Corey's bare legs out straight onto my lap and gently patted her knees. "So, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"Oh, I guess we can watch a movie on TV since it's raining," she said.

"Cool!" I replied. Then, I leaned a little closer. "You uh... wouldn't mind if I tickled your legs while we watched?"

Again, Corey smiled bashfully at me. "Naw," she said. "Go ahead. Feels good!"

But soon, my mom came into their humble living room to say goodbye and to be good. She kind of jerked her head when she found me in just my shirt and panties, but she didn't say anything about it. And then she left.

Corey's mom made some popcorn and we put in a DVD to watch. Other than that, she pretty much left us alone. She went to her bedroom to watch TV in there and talk on the phone. And so we sat on the couch with only a small lamp on as we watched TV. And Corey would suckle a pacifier as we watched sometimes. But I continually ran my fingers all over those smooth bare legs. Occasionally, I run them up on her hips, causing her to flinch. Gawd, I just couldn't get enough of those legs!

Eventually, her mom came in the room. "Corey, honey, it's been a while. Do you need a change?"

"I can wait, Mamma," she replied.

"But are you wet, dear?"

"Yeah, Mamma," she replied.

"Corey! You can't sit there wet! Now pause the movie and let's get you dry!"

"Oh, okay, Mamma," she groaned as she reached for the remote.

I was a little nervous. I didn't want to do or say anything to embarrass her. Yet her mom simply went for the bag and returned. Corey lifted her bottom up as her mom placed a pad down on the couch. She raised her legs up to allow her mom to change her. "Oh honey, you did 'number-two!'" said her mom as she removed the old diaper. "I thought you were just wet!" "Sorry Mamma," she whined.

And so I just knelt on the floor by the couch with one hand under her head as her mom changed her. I gently rubbed her shoulder with the other. Once again, I felt bad for her, wondering how terrible life must be to have to be in diapers all the time. Yet she seemed relaxed and calm about it. And I tried not to stare, but I did catch a glimpse of her little bald lips as her mom wiped them clean. I glanced again just quickly enough to see that her clit had risen and come out from her hood. I looked away, but hte very sight caused a tingling rush to come over me. Yet her mom powdered her and diapered her again.

I thought it over, and I trembled at the idea, yet I boldly spoke up. "Uh... Corey, if it would make you feel better I... well, I can wear a diaper too so we'll both be the same," I said. "I mean... my mom packed some, just in case."

Corey gave me a big smile. "You'd do that for me?" she asked.

"Well... you're a good friend and I only want you to feel good," I said.

"Oh my," interjected Corey's mom. "How sweet! You wanna sleep in a diaper too?"

"Well, anything to make sure Corey doesn't have to feel bad," I said.

"Well, it's fine with me, hon! I can handle two wet diapers in the morning," assured her mom. "C'mon, get up on the couch and I'll get you all fixed up. Maybe you can get a good night's sleep without having to worry about stumbling to the bathroom in the middle of the night in a strange home."

I almost regretted my offer, but it was too late to back down. And so Corey moved to the end as I laid down on the couch, resting my head in her lap. Corey's mom simply reached for my panties and slid them down my legs, now having a full view of my slit. I could only hope she wouldn't notice my hard throbbing clit. Fortunately, if she did, she said nothing about it. She simply reached into my bag and took a diaper and calmly taped it around me. "There you go, sweetie," she said as she patted my leg. "Now you and Corey match!" And so she stowed everything back into Corey's diaper bag.

And soon, we were back into our positions on the couch. I gentle caressed her knees and thighs, occasionally giving them a squeeze. Corey would softly sigh as I did it. I was getting VERY hard and wet down there. Eventually, we were snuggling with our arms and legs wrapped about each other. "Corey," I whispered. "You're a really good friend. You're one of the best friends I've ever had."

In reply, Corey rubbed her face into my shoulder and squeezed me tight. "You're a good friend too," she said softly. "And you ARE my best friend!"

I smiled and simply couldn't resist but to kiss her on the cheek.

Not long after, we brushed our teeth and retired to her bedroom. Although she only had a single bed, we found there was enough room for both of us. And so we turned out the light and snuggled under the covers in nothing but tees and diapers. As we settled into the darkness, I gently began to kiss her cheek all over as we squeezed each other with our bare legs. "Oh Corey, I love you," I whispered. She squeezed me tight with her arms. As I gently kissed her, our lips soon met. We bashfully kissed one another, before we began to slip our tongues into one another. We kissed that way for a few moments before breaking it off. But I was sooooo horny. "Corey," I whispered again. "Let's take our diapers off so it'll feel even better." She didn't reply. She just kissed me gently on the cheek as I felt her hand reach for my diaper. Soon, we both had each other's diaper's off and were pressing our damp crotches against each other. "Does that feel good?" I asked softly.

"Oh yeah, It feels really good," replied Corey. And thus we squeezed each other. We did not talk. We were both feeling rather shy, yet we were both starving for affection. Slowly but surely, I ended up on top of her. I began to thrust my pelvis, causing our hard swollen clits to rub against each other. It felt so good I began to hump faster and faster as we both moaned in ecstasy.

"Ooooh! Ooooh!" moaned Corey. "Oh Sydney, this feels nice. Oh Sydney, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Oh yes, oh yes!" I moaned. "I'm gonna cum too! Let's do it! Let's cum!"

And so I continued to drive her, feeling that warm tingling flush build upside me. Soon, our moans got louder and of higher pitch. I humped harder and faster to bring myself off against her. If could feel Corey bucking back into my thrusts.

Then, Corey began to moan rapidly in a high-pitched voice. "Ooooh! Ooooh! Yeeesss!" she moaned as she pulled on my bottom. "Right there! Right there! Don't stop! DON'T STOP!"

Not long after, I burst into a supernova of an orgasm. "Oh-gawd! Oh-GAWD, I'm cumming!" I cried. Only moments later, Corey gasped as she too blasted off. We could hear our juices mingle as we both had a small squirt.

"Oh-gawd! I'm cumming!" cried Corey. We both moaned and shrieked in ecstacy as whe both had an immense orgasm.

Once it was over, we could hardly move. Yet we were both wet down there and knew we had some cleaning up to do in order to hide the evidence. And for safety, we put each other's daiper back on, just in case her mom decided to come in while we were sleeping. After all, we did not want to have to explain while we were naked from the waist down.

"Corey, I still can't figure out who the other two full-timers in our group are," I said. "Are you sure you know?"

"Yup! I know," she said as she closed her eyes and cuddled into me. "Just keep talking to everybody and you'll figure it out!"

"And they're full-timers because they want to be?" I asked again.

"Well... one is. And the other is because her mom wants her to be," replied Corey with a tired voice.

"Oh-mah-gawd," I mumbled. Yet I too was rather beat after such a super powerful orgasm. And so we covered up and fell fast asleep in each other's arms.

Somehow, I woke up in the deep night to the sound of a heavy rain pelting the apartment roof as well as several claps of thunder. I mean, I'm too old to be scared of thunder, but it was still nice to have Corey's warm body next to me when it would crash loudly. Even In the dark, I could see her sleeping peacefully with her pacifier in her mouth. Her baby-soft bare leg was over mine, keeping us both warm. I gently ran my hand up and down it, making myself damp and tingly inside my diaper. Try as I might, I just couldn't get back to sleep. So finally, I slid my hand down inside my diaper and gave myself a quickie. With that hard rubbing, it didn't take long for me to reach another orgasm, even though it wasn't as intense as the one I had while riding on top of Corey. I might have let out a quiet moan when I burst, but Corey slept through it all. But once I came, leaving a small sticky spot in my diaper, I was so relaxed, I faded off to sleep as the rain poured outside.

I think it was after 7am when I woke up again. Corey's room was still kind of dark. But being in a strange room in a strange home woke me up, I guess. I looked over at Corey to see her on her side, still out cold with her pacifier in her mouth as she slept. I smiled because she looked so cute. I dared to kiss her once, gently on the cheek before snuggling under the covers again. However, I then realized another reason I had woke up. I had a strong painful feeling down there. I had to pee! It was that time again. I was about to get out of bed, but I realized I had a diaper. I lay wondering what to do for a moment. Finally, I decided just to remain in that warm bed next to Corey. And so I simply relaxed. And soon, there came that warm flow. There I lay comfortably releasing all that pressure as I peed in the diaper. For the first time, I realized it was kind of nice to be able to go where ever you are. And with the diaper on me, I didn't make a mess in the bed either. And so I must have peed enough to fill a lake, at least that's what it felt like.

Once I was done, it was a little uncomfortable lying there wet, but at least I didn't have to get out of bed. And so I lay there with my damp diaper with my eyes closed, thinking about everything. I gently rubbed Corey on her back, and then let my fingertips rub over her bare hip, tracing my fingers along her diaper. After a while, she began to stir. When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled at me from behind her pacifier. And so we lay in silence for a while until we heard a knock on the door. "Girls? Are you up yet?" asked her mom as she slowly opened the door.

"Not yet, Mamma," replied Corey in a tired voice.

"Well, I see you two are awake," she said. "Are you both wet? Do you need a change?"

"Uh... yes Mamma," confessed Corey. "At least I am."

"What about you, Sydney? Are you wet?"

"Uh... well, yeah, I guess so."

"Alright then, let's get those wet diapers off," coaxed her mom as she came in. She reached for the bag by the dresser and produced two clean diapers. Corey kicked her legs out from under the bedding and untapped her own diaper. Soon, her mom held her legs high in the air as she removed the nighttime diaper. "Oh, Corey, you drank too much water or soda or something," she noted. But then she lifted my legs up and removed mine. I dared to look at her reaction when she found the heavily soaked diaper, not only with pee but with my cum stains as well. "Oh my, Sydney! You really ARE wet!" And so she then cleaned us with the baby wipes. I grit my teeth, for once I felt that cool wet wipe go over my bald nether lips, my little clitty grew hard. I could hear Corey gasp as well when her mother cleaned her up. By now, I was blushing, feeling quite naked and vulnerable. "Just relax, hon," coaxed Corey's mom as she began to rub some diaper cream all around my southern lips. "You don't have to be embarrassed around me. Lot's of kids get 'excited' when they get a diaper changed. It's just how the body works, right Corey?"

"Uh, yeah Mamma," she said softly.

I lay there with my eyes closed, as if no one could see me if I couldn't see them. I felt those fingers work that cream all around, making my throbbing clit very hard. Once again, I felt I really needed an orgasm to truly calm down again. And I was getting very close when I felt that slippery lubed finger go right over my hard clit. I must have gasped and moaned. "Does that feel good, hon?" said Corey's mom very gently. "Corey likes this done to her!"

"Oh! Oh yeah! That feels really good," I said over my heavy breaths. "Oh! Oh-yesss! Mmmmph! Oooooh!" I moaned as I squirmed about with my legs in the air.

"Why Sydney! I think you're about there!" said Corey's mom as she rubbed me off.

And she was right. I could feel myself near orgasm. And so I just lay there, enjoying my clitoral massage until I burst. I felt my body jerk as I gave a little squirt. "Ooooh! AH! Aaaaaah!" I moaned as I came. It must have lasted about fifteen seconds.

"Well, Sydney, that should keep you out of trouble for a few days," she said as she reached for the clean diaper and slid it under me. And after wiping me clean of girl juice, she powdered me and covered me up. And so I lay there, completely relaxed after my orgasm as she turned her attention to her own daughter. "Well Corey, you seem ready yourself!" And as I relaxed, her mom brought her off before powdering and diapering her. "Now, once you girls are recovered, you can get ready for breakfast.

Corey finally got up and put on a fresh tee and stepped into her house slippers-- nothing more. And so I merely changed tee shirts as well. I pulled my rubber 'crocks' from my bag and combed my hair, wearing nothing below except the fresh diaper. I was a nice free feeling that I could appreciate for the first time. Eventually, we went into the kitchen and put some waffles in the toaster. Then, we turned on the TV for Saturday morning cartoons. As we watched the Coyote chase the Roadrunner, I lay in a state of bliss from my most recent orgasm. It had been quite a nice sleep-over!