Playtime - Part 2 (Patreon)

It had been incredible... Shayla could still hear the crinkling, remember the waves of pleasure shooting through her as she perched on top of him and his diaper... It seemed like something that should have been ridiculous, that should have taken her out of the moment, and yet, Shayla was pretty sure it was the best orgasm she'd ever had.

The fact that her accidents had only gotten worse since then hadn't even been enough to dampen her excitement over the experience. They were happening more often, and instead of just a bit of dribbling as she hurried to the bathroom, she wasn't making it to the toilet at all in some cases. The Goodnites had been convenient because they were thin, and easily hidden - and, after that night, she'd begun to realize just how adorable they actually were - but they weren't up to the task.

If her boyfriend hadn't come over in that diaper, she might not have even thought about them, yet now, they were on her mind. They were much thicker than her Goodnites... Surely they'd do the trick. She'd felt pretty embarrassed, going into the drug store on her own and grabbing a package, sure everyone knew she still had her bedwetter pants on under her jeans, that they'd know they were for her, but that also made the whole thing feel more exciting, somehow. 

Remembering the way the diaper had sounded under her, how the slick plastic coating had felt on her bare legs, she could hardly wait to try one on herself, not even bothering to take off the hoodie she'd worn to the store for some sense of added anonymity... And, it turned out, being in one herself was even better. As soon as she lowered herself onto the padded surface, she knew it would be, and as she pulled the front up over herself, taping it tightly in place, she was gasping for air, having to stop herself from sticking her hand right down the front.

No, she shouldn't do that... There was something better... She tried to pull her jeans back up over the diaper, wanting to leave just a little sticking out of the top, but the pants wouldn't even fit, and her attempts at forcing them to only made her feel wetter, and naughtier.

It was cuter just to leave them around her knees, she finally decided. She grabbed her phone and stood in front of the mirror, snapping a quick photo of herself, not even noticing that she was sucking her thumb in it - or that she'd been doing that most of the day - as she typed out, "Look, now I match you, Daddy. Do you want to play again now?" and sent it, and the pic, to her boyfriend.

She tried waiting for him to reply, or show up; she really did. She wasn't sure how long she lasted, though it felt like an eternity, wiggling away on her sofa, listening to the diaper rustling beneath her, the thirsty padding pressing in on her snugly, every movement making the padding rub against her in a different way... Finally, she just couldn't take it any longer. Kicking off her jeans, she waddled into her room, making a bee-line for her vibrator.

She didn't even make it that far. She saw the teddy on her bed, the one her Daddy - or, boyfriend, rather - had won for her at the fair, just a couple weeks ago... If Daddy was taking too long to show up, maybe her teddy would be a better substitute... She climbed up on her bed, giggling as she straddled the toy, resting her puffy bottom on its furry leg, and then starting to grind...