QH Archives Special Edition: Jenny and I in the Hotel Lobby (Patreon)

Not only has this been re-edited, but I've extended this story to more than twice its original length. Its practically a new story. Just for you.

I stood in the hotel lobby, slightly behind her, as she spoke to the clerk at the counter.  The only bag between us was the small black duffel bag that sat on the ground between us  Certainly not big enough for the overnight belongings for two people. I wasn’t sure if this was something the clerk would notice, or even care about, but it certainly had me feeling on edge.

I was rocking slightly, from side to side.  Mostly nerves.  

“Please, stand still,” Jenny said to me, turning away from the clerk for a moment.  “I’ll be done in a minute.”  I nodded to confirm that I understood, but she was already looking away. The clerk was looking right at me, though, and she gave me a quizzical look before returning her line of sight to her computer.

“He’s nervous,” Jenny said to the clerk.  “He’s been told that he can’t release his enema until we’ve gotten to the room.  I’m not sure if he’s going to make it though.”

“Oh?” replied the clerk, clearly concerned.  Possibly disgusted.

“Don’t worry,” Jenny said in a calm and assuring voice, “he’s wearing diapers.  He won’t make a mess of your lobby.”  She turned and winked at me.  The clerk shot me another look of either concern or sympathy.  

“I have your key cards here,” the clerk said, pushing them across the counter along with whatever receipts and paperwork were associated with checking into the room. “Checkout is tomorrow at 11 AM, and we will be offering breakfast in this room over here to your…”

“We’ll be leaving this afternoon,” Jenny interrupted. “Thank you though.” She then turned to me again, watching as I swayed and fidgeted. “Are you ready to go upstairs?”

I nodded, finding that I had to be careful with every move I made. The desperation had been building, and I couldn’t remember if it had only been 10 minutes ago or an hour ago that I pulled down my pants in the back of her SUV so that she could load the enema into my rear.

I slowly bent forward to grab the duffel bag, but that seemed to be just the right angle for my body to be in as the tension and pressure had reached its fever pitch.

Suddenly, noisily, I emptied my bowels into the diaper. I could do nought but remain in that position, bent over with bottom in the air, as the disgusting liquids rocketed into the diaper. For a few moments, all I could think about was the satisfaction of finally having purged the enema, and the shameful pleasure of the heavy and saturated diaper that was now between my legs.

Jenny cleared her throat, bringing me back to reality. I looked up to her, and then my eyes locked with the clerk’s. Her face was expressionless, as if she had witnessed something that defied any explanation her mind could give. I grabbed the duffel bag and straightened myself out, feeling the weight of my diaper further shifting downwards.

“Let’s go, Baby,” she said. 

We boarded the elevator, and as the doors closed, I could see the clerks eyes - still staring us down with equal parts confusion and...curiosity?