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Part 1: A Farmer’s Daughter
The caffeine was fading, and the truce over the possession of the aux-cable was wearing thin. Thankfully their exit–the last exit before their destination–was in view.
“We’ve been listening to this radio station for an hour,” Jaden said from the backseat. “And I swear this is the third time I’ve heard them play a James Taylor song.”
“I’d listen to a James Taylor box set before I let you put on whatever-the-hell music it was that you tried making us listen to before,” said Amber. She rolled her eyes too, though it was doubtful that anyone could see it, given that she directed out the window of the front passenger seat.
“It was jazz,” Jaden said, throwing his hands up in the air.
“Free jazz,” said Martin, the driver. “There’s a big difference there. When you say that you want to listen to some jazz, I’m thinking it’s going to be some cool bebop or whatever. But that was just a wall of squawking horns.”
“It wasn’t music,” Amber interjected, still staring out the window, but her finger was winding itself in her thick auburn hair–as she was prone to do when annoyed. “That was just noise.”
“Like your taste in music is any better?” Jaden spat back. “J-pop?”
“K-pop, actually,” Amber corrected.
“And this is why we have a truce,” Martin said. “As long as we can’t agree on anything, we’re going to stick to the radio. Besides, you didn’t even ask if I wanted to play anything,” said Martin.
“Because we already knew that we don’t want to hear whatever stoner-doom-death-black-metal album you would’ve put on,” Jaden said.
Amber turned back towards Jaden, nodding enthusiastically. “Exactly!”
“Well at least you two can agree on something.”
“Are we there yet?” Jaden said with a sarcastic whine.
“And remind me, again, why we had to drive three hours away for a cabin? Surely there are closer cabins.”
“We’re almost there,” Martin muttered, feeling the last remnants of his three cups of coffee dissipating from his blood stream. “And, again, we’re going to this particular cabin because it’s free–since it belongs to my aunt and uncle. Have you seen the prices to rent a cabin recently? Absolutely criminal.”
“It’s just a long drive,” whined Jaden from the back, the whining sounding a little more genuine this time. “And for what? So that Amber can poop her pants? She can do that anywhere. I don’t think the audience really cares where she does it.”
“Variety is good,” Martin said with a firm nod. “Amber’s diaper–and what she does in it–is certainly a draw for the audience. But we also want to tell stories, you know?”
Truth be told, Jaden didn’t actually need Martin to remind him of this. The numbers didn’t lie–in their little corner of kinkdom, few content creators were matching their views and subscriptions. Whatever Martin thought was needed was usually the right answer.
“So what’s the story with this video?” Amber asked, still twirling her hair around her finger while staring out the window.
“I figure that we can probably shoot a few videos while we’re at the cabin,” Martin said, shrugging. “But the main idea I have is a take on the classic ‘Farmer’s Daughter’ story. Amber will, obviously, be our titular character. And myself, I’ll be a visitor at the farm, stumbling into her cabin by accident and catching her in her diapers. The rest, you know, writes itself.”
Amber offered a passive shrug. They each had a role to play, and each of them trusted the others to do a good job with theirs. Her role was to be the star. The baby. She was the one in front of the camera most of the time. Usually in just a diaper or some infantile apparel. Gone were the days of fretting over whether or not she wanted to be popular for wearing a big diaper–she was owning it now. Making money made it all a bit more palatable.
Martin wore the most hats. He was the co-star, when the script required it, usually playing some sort of Daddy-like character. He was also the idea-man. The writer. The guy posting their content online. The hype-man. The promoter. And Amber’s boyfriend, when time allowed for it.
Jaden was whatever else was needed. He was usually the cameraman and sound-guy. He was also Amber’s other boyfriend. And if Amber was the baby on camera, Jaden tended to be the baby when the cameras were off. He wasn’t wearing diapers, but his fussy demenaor could sometimes drive the others to ponder whether or not he belonged in one.
They reached the cabin around midday. It was a cute A-frame house that Martin had only been to a few times in his life, and usually while in the company of his family. Seeing it now, with his somewhat stranger chosen family, it felt like an entirely different building.
It would’ve been better if the cabin was a little more isolated, but there seemed to be enough space between this cabin and the four or five others that were peppered into the dense trees.
“Hurry up,” Jaden said, racing past the other two. “Open the door! I gotta piss.”
“Just go piss on a tree,” Martin said with a shrug as he took some bags out of the back of the SUV.
“If you just wore a diaper, you wouldn’t have this problem,” Amber said.
“Speaking of,” Martin said with a grin, “should I be checking yours?”
“You’re welcome to, but I think you can already guess what you’re going to find.”
“You didn’t leak on the seat, did you?”
“Not this time.”
From somewhere off to the side of the cabin, Jaden could be heard moaning loudly as he finally relieved himself. The other two could actually hear his heavy stream hitting the dirt.
“People can think whatever they want about diapers,” Amber said, “but I still feel like I’m classier than that.”
A minute later, as Martin unlocked and opened the front door, Jaden came bounding up to the other two, out of breath.
“She…she saw me…”
Martin and Amber exchanged a confused glance, clearly missing some context.
“Sorry,” Martin said. “Who saw what now?”
Jaden took a deep breath and started again: “There’s a girl in the cabin next to ours. I was most of the way through a good long piss when I looked over and saw that she had been watching me the whole time.”
Both Martin and Amber started laughing.
“You think she liked what she saw?” asked Martin.
“And which do you think she liked more?” added Amber. “The size of your cock or the intensity of your stream? Because if it's the latter, she might just fit in with us.”
Jaden groaned. “Fuck. I’ve been here two minutes and I feel like I already made an ass of myself. I should’ve just waited for the bathroom.”
“Or worn a diaper,” Amber muttered under her breath–forever hoping that she could one day convince Jaden to slip one on himself.
The interior of the cabin was less rustic than Martin remembered it being. There was still wood paneling on the walls, and heavy oak beams running across the ceiling. But it looked like Uncle Glenn had done some modernizing in the last few years, adding some new leather furniture and giving the kitchen a more contemporary makeover.
“This is the farmer’s house, huh?” Amber asked.
“It’s not…ideal,” Martin said with a shrug. “But we’re here now. So it’ll have to do. Look, if nothing else, we’ve got three days to just chill and enjoy being in the middle of the woods.”
“Well I don’t have any cell service,” Jaden moaned. “I’m not sure that’s all that conducive to a ‘chill’ weekend.”
Martin rolled his eyes. “I promise, you don’t need reception to have a good long weekend. C’mon, help me unpack the car. And Amber? Do you need me to change you when I come back in?”
“Nah,” she said, shrugging. “I got this one. But the next one is going to be all yours.”
Translation: The next one might be more than I can handle by myself.
Martin and Jaden returned to the car, unloading an assortment of bags containing everything from cameras and microphones to more diapers and baby toys. Martin had even brought the folding playpen.
From behind them: “Hey guys.”
They spun around, finding a young woman standing at the foot of the cabin’s driveway. Jaden recognized her as the girl from the next cabin over–the one who had, supposedly, watched him take a long piss just a few minutes ago.
“Oh, uh, hey there,” Martin said, waving.
Jaden could only offer a smaller, more sheepish, wave.
“Didn’t mean to bother you,” the girl said. “But I saw y’all arriving and decided to come welcome you.”
“No worries,” Martin said, smiling. “I appreciate the warm greetings.”
“My name is Kacie,” she said, casually strolling up the driveway.
“Nice to meet you! My name is Martin. And this is Jaden. And we have a third, Amber, who is in the house right now–though she’s changing her…uh… She’s just changing.”
“A pleasure to meet you,” she said with a warm smile.
“Uh, yeah,” Jaden said, awkwardly waving to her for a second time. “Hi.”
Not only was he still reeling from his previous encounter with her, but the closer she got to them now, the cuter he thought she was. Freckles? Messy dirty blonde hair? Those enormous blue eyes? He was practically salivating.
“You’ll have to excuse Jaden,” Martin said, noticing his friend’s difficulty in stringing words together. “He’s the least social of us.”
“Oh, I’m not that scary,” Kacie said, casually strolling past Jaden–just close enough so that he could smell her sweet-pea scented body spray. “What brings y’all up here anyways?”
The easy answer would just be to say that they were enjoying a nice weekend getaway. But Kacie was standing near the SUV now, and there was a wide array of laptops, audio/visual equipment, a folded playpen, and an unopened pack of colorful adult diapers already laid out on the grass that needed to be brought into the house. Regardless of whether or not Kacie could identify what was actually happening here this weekend, it was clear that this wasn’t just some weekend hang-out session.
“Work,” Martin said, hoping that there wouldn’t be too many follow-up questions.
Kacie’s eyes scanned across the items again, pausing a moment-too-long on the package of diapers. “Must be a helluva job.”
“Just, uh, the constant demands of online content creation,” Martin said with a nervous chuckle.
Thankfully, Jaden had finally composed himself enough to enter the conversation. “Are you staying over there by yourself?”
“Sort of,” Kacie said with a shrug. “I usually come up with my Dad and brother and we’ll stay for a week or so. But they’re stuck back at home for a few more days. So I’m left to entertain myself in the meantime.”
“Everything alright at home?” asked Jaden.
“I think so. My dad has a farm, and one of his employees just quit. So he’s had to stay an extra day or two to train the replacement.”
Martin laughed out loud. A literal farmer’s daughter.
Both Jaden and Kacie glanced back to Martin to see what was so funny.
“I, uhm, was just thinking that we packed more food and beer than we probably need for four days,” Martin said, thinking quickly on his feet. “If you need some company, maybe you should drop by later?”
Kacie looked like she was trying very hard to contain her excitement, but was failing. Her eyes lit up and her entire body seemed to perk itself up on her tiptoes. “Are you sure?”
“Of course. I don’t know when we’ll start dinner. But when you can smell the food cooking on the grill, just come on over.”
“Oh, you guys are the best! And I promise, I won’t come empty handed,” she said, already making her way back down the driveway. “I promise, I’ll bring some treats!”
“You really don’t have to do that,” Martin said.
“I insist! I’ll see you later! Nice to meet you!” Her quick steps turned into a light jog and she trotted back towards her cabin, seemingly very excited about the dinner invitation.
“Amber’s not going to like this,” Jaden said.
Martin shrugged as he contemplated that. Jaden probably wasn’t wrong, no matter how optimistically Martin could spin this later.
Amber was, in fact, the jealous type. Maybe not to the degree where it would be her most recognizable personality trait. But to those who knew her best, like her two boyfriends, this was always a consideration to keep in the back of their mind. Amber was the star. The princess. The most important person in whatever room she was in.
And Kacie? Seemingly younger and just as, if not more, cute? With all that spunky energy? She had already seemed to have cast a little spell on Jaden–Martin couldn’t remember the last time he saw Jaden gazing at Amber like he did as Kacie approached him in the driveway.
This probably wasn’t going to go over very well.
“What am I not going to like?”
Right on queue, Amber had emerged from the cabin to join the guys. She had that familiar smile on her face; the ‘I just changed out of something real soggy, and I’m feeling much better about life now’ look.
“We just met our new neighbor,” Jaden said, pointing in the direction of Kacie’s cabin.
“The girl who watched you pissing outside?”
“That’s the one,” he replied.
“Her name is Kacie,” Martin said, seeming to already be bracing himself.
“Hrm,” Amber replied with an uninterested shrug.
“She’s…coming over for dinner tonight,” Jaden said.
“She is?” Amber said, sneering.
Martin took a deep breath, finalizing his defenses. “I invited her.”
“Oh,” she replied, shrugging as if she didn’t care. She wasn’t fooling anyone.
“She’s alone in her cabin right now,” Martin continued. “She seemed pretty excited to see some other humans, you know? I thought one dinner couldn’t hurt.”
But Amber wasn’t looking at Martin–she was focused on Jaden. Just as the men felt they knew Amber pretty well, she had a full mental dossier on both of her beaus. And Jaden was a young man whose brain and dick were one in the same. If she knew him at all–and she did–she knew she’d probably spend the night with an eye on where Jaden’s face was pointed.
“I’m sure it’ll be a good time,” Amber remarked, her tone suggesting that she did not actually believe that.
With that, she spun around and marched right back into the cabin, without making an effort to assist in carrying in any of the gear.
Jaden sighed. “It’s going to be like that tonight, huh?”
“It doesn’t look good,” Martin said, slowly rotating his head back and forth on his neck. “But it’ll probably be interesting, at the very least.”
Part 2: A Few Cans Deep
The sun had begun to disappear behind the trees, while a spark ignited the propane in the grill.
“Goddamn, I’m hungry,” Jaden said, staring at the spread of cold meats that were waiting to be tossed onto the heat soon. “What’s on the menu?”
“I was just going to cook some burgers,” Martin said with a shrug. “Oh, and some tofu-dogs for Amber. But I think I’m going to throw some sausages on the grill too–we’ve got plenty, and I want to make sure there’s enough food for the four of us.”
Jaden winced a little at that, running his hand through his hair nervously. “Yeah…how’s Amber been taking that?”
“I have no idea,” Martin said, shrugging a little. “She’s been in the bedroom all afternoon. She says she’s ‘fine,’ but…”
“Yeah, so she’s clearly not fine.”
“Right.”
“So, the real question is: who are we getting tonight?”
Martin turned away from the grill. “Huh?”
“What version of Amber are we getting tonight?” asked Jaden. “Are we getting the super territorial Amber, who crawls all over us to mark her territory? The cold and distant Amber who sits there like a petulant child? Maybe the super snide and sarcastic Amber who tries to pretend that everything is fine, while everything she says drips with disdain?”
Martin sighed, unhappy with any of these options. “Maybe we just give her the benefit of the doubt? We just assume that she’s going to be a reasonable, and friendly, human being?”
Jaden laughed.
“I know, I know,” Martin said, laughing a little himself. “But the good thing is that we both know how Amber is, and what she needs. We just need to keep her happy, you know? Make her feel important. And you, specifically, can’t go gawking at Kacie all night.”
“Me? You’re her boyfriend too, y’know?”
“Sure. But I watched your face when Kacie came bouncing up the drive earlier. You looked like you were about to drool all over yourself. Look, I get it–that girl was fucking cute. But you have to keep it in your pants tonight, okay?”
Jaden rolled his eyes, seemingly annoyed that it was somehow his responsibility to emotionally babysit Amber.
“Yeah, alright,” he finally said, the realization that Martin was probably right slowly washing over him. His personal mantra, as of late, was to just trust Martin’s judgment. He was usually right about these sorts of things.
From behind them came the sound of the sliding glass door at the rear of the cabin opening and closing.
“Where’s our guest?” asked Amber, strutting up to the grill, giving each of the boys a peck on the cheek.
“Well, uh, she’s not here yet,” Martin said.
Amber looked…normal. Maybe this wouldn’t have been much of a surprise to most, but both Martin and Jaden had expected the worst. An old friend of Jaden’s, Brianna, had stopped by their loft a few months ago, and Amber had gone completely territorial. Skimpy outfit. Sitting on Jaden’s lap whenever she could, while pawing and licking at his face. It had been embarrassing for almost everyone involved–save Amber, who seemed to walk away from that night feeling like she had won that imaginary battle.
But she was just wearing shorts and a tee now. And not even a particularly low-cut tee, of which she had many.
“Well, I hope she shows up soon,” Amber said with a casual shrug, before reaching into the cooler and grabbing a can of hard seltzer. “I’m looking forward to meeting her.”
Jaden and Martin briefly shared a concerned glance. Was all their worrying for nought?
“I’m sure she’ll be by soon,” Martin said, throwing some pink beef patties onto the hot grill.
Perhaps it was just good timing, or perhaps the sizzling sound of the beef carmelizing had summoned her, but the trio watched as the next-door cabin’s front door opened and Kacie emerged, holding a tray in her hands. They all watched Kacie nonchalantly walk down her own cabin’s driveway, onto the road, and finally turn onto theirs. She was wearing an exceptionally cute, and short, light blue sundress that looked to be one strong wind gust away from lifting it right off of her body.
“The grill looked hot,” Kacie said, a wide and jovial smile plastered across her face. “Seemed as good a time as any to pop on over and say hi.”
“We’re glad to have you,” Martin said.
Kacie thrusted her tray in Martin’s direction and he took it. “As promised, I brought some treats too. Because, you know, I’m not a freeloader.”
“Well that was very generous of you,” Martin said, peeling up a corner of the foil to peer inside. “Brownies?”
“Uhm…” Kacie broke out into some giggles. “I hope you don’t mind, but these are…special brownies.”
“Special?” asked Amber.
“Oh, hi!” exclaimed Kacie, lunging forward and hugging her. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we got to meet before! I’m Kacie. And you’re…”
“Amber,” she replied, still smiling as she hugged Kacie back. Either she truly was completely fine with Kacie’s presence, or she deserved a Golden Globe nomination for her acting skills. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m glad you came by!”
“And thank you all for having me!”
“So, uhm…special?” asked Jaden.
“Pot?” asked Martin.
Kacie giggled again, nodding. “Is that okay? There’s not much to do while I wait for my Dad and brother to show up, so I had brought some, uh, stuff to help pass the time. And, you know, getting high is always better with company.”
“That is more than fine,” Jaden said, eagerly rubbing his palms together. “This is going to be a good night.”
Even Amber seemed genuinely excited about Kacie’s little treat. “Kacie, can I get you something to drink?”
“That sounds great. Whatcha got?”
As Kacie followed Amber over to the cooler, Jaden stepped closer to Martin at the grill.
“This seems to be going…well,” Jaden said in a hushed tone.
“Too well,” Martin replied.
“You don’t trust it?”
Martin shrugged. “I want to trust it. It’s just…there’s not many precedents for Amber being on good behavior when other pretty girls are hanging around.”
The girls drew near, putting a kibosh on the men’s secret conversation at the grill.
“So you’re staying in that cabin all by yourself?” asked Martin, quickly steering the conversation into one that Kacie was a part of. “Isn’t that scary out here in the middle of nowhere?”
“You watch too many movies,” she said. “There’s nothing scary out here. I saw a black bear once, about two miles down the road. And he didn’t seem to want any part of me. So I figure if that was the scariest thing around, I don’t have much to worry about.”
“I couldn’t do it,” Amber said. “Hell, I’m not completely comfortable staying in the cabin now, and I’m not even alone.”
“Even with these two fellas?” asked Kacie, playfully batting her eyes towards Martin and Jaden.
This, Martin thought, would be the point at which Amber’s claws would come out.
But no. Amber just laughed. “Especially with these two boneheads.”
“Hey,” Jaden said. “We’re right here!”
“Well, don’t worry yourself too much,” Kacie said to Amber. “I’m right next door. And I’ll keep you safe, if you need.”
“That does make me feel better,” Amber replied, smiling. Her cheeks had even turned a little rosy.
Oh, thought Martin. Ohhhhh. They were actually seeing an entirely new version of Amber. One that wasn’t going to be intimidated by other cute girls. She didn’t want to deflect Kacie–she wanted to pull Kacie in closer.
Amber wanted a cute girl of her own. And, if these first three minutes were anything to go by, she’d probably get one.
Grilled meats, and meat-like substitutes, found their way to buns and were added to plates along with cheese, condiments and chips. More beers and seltzers were passed along. Jaden’s bluetooth speaker was commandeered by the girls, whose tastes in obnoxious bubblegum pop seemed very much in sync.
Kacie’s ability to effortlessly roll with the punches gave her the ability to fit right in with the group. She could take it just as well as she could dish it out. By the end of the meal, all three members of the triad were infatuated with their new friend.
“Alright, so come on,” Kacie said, finishing up a can of lager just as Jaden set another down in front of her. “Y’all going to tell me what you’re doing out here or not? ‘Content creation’ for the internet is pretty broad.”
“What?” Amber asked with a coy grin. “Three friends can’t take a few days off at a nice remote cabin?”
“Well sure,” Kacie said. “But Mr. Martin here said you were here for work. And I was going to mind my own business. But I’m afraid I’m just too damn curious now. What does ‘work’ entail, anyway?”
A chorus of deep breaths echoed across the rest of the picnic table as the three looked to each other in the hopes that somebody knew how to best answer this inquiry.
“I mean, I could guess,” Kacie said, noting the hesitancy of her hosts.
“Yeah, alright,” Martin said, laughing. “Guess.”
“Well, let’s see,” she says, stroking her chin in a cartoonish fashion. “I saw a video camera. Some microphones. Laptops. I’d guess y’all are…making movies?”
All three laughed, with Martin and Jaden offering cautious nods.
“And, just because you put a few cans of beer in me,” Kacie continued, “I’ll just come out and say that y’all are making some…adult content?”
There was still some laughter around the table, but it was a little more muted. A little more nervous.
Kacie waited a moment or two, waiting for someone to deny it or to explain what was actually happening, yet nobody spoke up.
“So, it’s really some naughty movies, huh?”
Martin opened his mouth slowly, hoping to find the best words by the time he was actually speaking. “I…uh, suppose that we do make…adult content.”
“But it’s not what you think,” Jaden blurted out.
Kacie waited another moment to see if Jaden would elaborate on that or not. He didn’t.
“Well? What is it?” Kacie asked, smiling. “Because I saw some pretty weird things sitting next to your car earlier.”
Amber laughed again as she swirled around the last few drops at the bottom of her can of seltzer. “I can answer your question. If you really wanted to know.”
Kacie leaned over the top of the table to get closer to Amber’s face. “Yes. I’d love for you to tell me everything.”
“Oh, I have no interest in telling you anything,” Amber replied. “But I’ll show you everything.”
“Yeah?” Kacie asked, her lips curling into a grin. “I’d like that.”
“But first?” Amber said, reaching across the table and grabbing the tray of brownies. “I think we should all partake in one of these bad boys.”
Part 3: Seeing Into Space and Time
It was getting a little darker now, and they moved the party back into the cabin. Given that it could be a while before Kacie’s pot-laced brownies kicked in, they tried their best to distract themselves with some more getting-to-know-you banter while carefully side-stepping the secrets that Amber had promised to reveal at some point.
“So,” Kacie said to Jaden. “You’re Amber’s boyfriend?”
Jaden nodded.
“And you’re Amber’s boyfriend?” she asked Martin. “Too?”
“That’s true,” he said.
“And what about you two?” she asked, pointing to the two boys.
Both shrugged and laughed. “It’s a strange gray area,” Martin said. “We’re friends. Good friends. Best friends. But we’re also both here for Amber more than we’re here for each other.”
“Interesting,” replied Kacie. “And there’s no jealousy? Ill feelings? Competitiveness?”
“Some,” Jaden answered, sighing a little. “But we’ve gotten pretty good at managing it.”
Amber didn’t seem to be participating in this conversation much–she was off the side of the room, staring at the back of her hand.
“Feeling it?” Kacie asked.
“A…little,” Amber replied. “I think.”
Martin laughed, shaking his head. “You know what it is, right? It’s those damn tofu-dogs. The rest of us took those brownies on a stomach filled with greasy meat.”
There was absolutely no proof that this claim was accurate, but nobody else seemed to have any scientific evidence to point to for a dispute.
“I’m going to go to the bedroom,” Amber said, standing up on wobbly feet.
“Are you ok?” asked Jaden. “Need to lie down? Throw up?”
“N-no. I was just going to…get dressed.”
Martin laughed. “Well, go on then. We’ll be here when you’re ready.”
Amber quickly skipped out from the room, her cheeks already a bright shade of pink.
“I gotta admit,” Kacie said once it was just her and the boys again. “I’m pretty curious. And excited.”
“I don’t know what she’s going to show you,” Martin said. “But…you might get quite a show tonight.”
“So, uh, maybe we could learn a little more about you?” Jaden asked, sliding forward on the couch a little.
“I’m an open book,” Kacie said. “What do you wanna know?”
“Boyfriend?” asked Jaden.
She laughed, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. “No. No partners right now.”
She had said a lot, rather succinctly, with both guys seeming to take note of this.
“I’m going to guess your Dad and brother don’t know about your…special brownies?” Martin asked. A subtle way of digging a little deeper into the kind of relationship she might have with her family. He might have even been looking for potential red flags. An answer along the lines of “Oh no, if my Daddy showed up and caught me doing drugs and hanging out with pornographers, he’d probably get his shotgun out of the truck,” would have sent him scrambling to the bedroom to tell Amber to abort her mission.
She laughed again. “My dad is a hippy whose prized possession is a shelf full of Grateful Dead concert recordings on cassette tapes. He’d probably be more upset if I wasn’t getting high.”
It wasn’t all the information that Martin hoped to get, but it seemed like enough. At the very least, he felt less nervous about the threat of a shotgun-wielding father banging on the door.
“Wait, hold on,” Kacie said, holding up a single finger. “I have a question for you two.” There was something about her body language, and the tone of her voice, that suggested that the last threads of her sobriety were slipping away–a feeling that Jaden and Martin could certainly relate to.
“Okay,” Martin said. “Shoot.”
“I know I was supposed to wait for Amber to, uh, show me the answer. But I can’t bite my tongue any longer. What's with the diapers?”
Jaden’s mouth hung open in shock as he looked at Martin–hoping that he might have an answer ready. But he looked just as flummoxed himself.
“The, uhm, diapers?” Jaden asked.
“That’s what they were, right?” she asked. “When I dropped by to introduce myself this morning? You had the camera equipment and then a big package of diapers. I wasn’t completely sure what I was looking at then, but it just sort of hit me later that they were…big diapers.”
Jaden’s hand was rotating, as if he was trying to summon an answer out from his mouth. But it was Martin who jumped in.
“Yeah,” he said. “Those were…diapers.”
“Big pink diapers,” she said.
Martin seemed to be staring directly at Kacie, but from Jaden’s vantage point, it almost looked as if Martin was actually staring past her–deep into space and time. A relatable feeling, if he was being honest.
“Do you think the color pink is important?” Martin asked. It was a curiously worded question–sounding almost like a riddle.
“For a diaper?” Kacie retorted. “For an adult diaper? It’s certainly an interesting choice.”
“I don’t know what Amber is doing in there,” Martin said, pointing a shaky finger in the direction of the bedroom, “but I suspect you’ll learn everything soon enough.”
Kacie smiled, sitting back on the sofa a bit. “She’s a big baby, right?”
Jaden’s eyes widened. “You, uh, know about big babies?”
She shrugged. “Know of them, I guess. But…she’s one of them, right? She dresses, or acts like, a baby?”
“You’ll have to wait and see,” Martin said gleefully, still staring off into space.
“I hope she is,” Kacie said, seemingly to herself. “She can sit right in my lap.”
“Fuck,” muttered Jaden–the result of a collision between the brownie beginning to hit and his sudden arousal at the thought of a diapered Amber planting herself on Kacie’s lap. He wished he had the acuity to stop himself from being so obvious in said arousal, but his hand was already between his legs, lightly stroking the front of his pants.
“Jaden, seriously?” asked Martin, pulling himself out of whatever cosmic wormhole he had been stuck in. “In front of company?”
“Oh, he’s fine,” Kacie said, giggling. “Do you like the sound of that, Jaden? Your little baby girlfriend, sitting right here?” Her finger slowly descended in front of her, landing in her lap.
“Ah…well… Maybe.”
“Was this your plan?” Martin asked. “Get us all loopy and turned on so you could take advantage of us?”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Did I intend for that to happen? Not really. But… If I’m being honest, I wouldn’t bring pot brownies over to someone’s cabin if at least a small part of me wasn’t hoping to get a little weird tonight.”
“Yeah?” Martin asked. “You want to get weird?”
She nodded.
“You’re in luck,” he said. “I think things are going to get weird.”
Maybe a minute passed, or maybe ten–time no longer seemed to be working like they were used to.
“How long ago did Amber go in the room?” Martin asked. “Should I check on her? I swear, it was like an hour ago.”
“It was, like, five minutes ago,” Jaden said. “I think. Actually…I’m not sure anymore.” His hand slid down his belly again, grazing over the firm bump that still resided in the front of his pants.
“It wasn’t that long,” said a voice coming from the direction of the bedroom.
The three seated in the living room glanced around, looking for Amber. They didn’t see her, but they could hear her–a chorus of playful giggles and limbs shuffling on the wooden floor.
Martin was the first to steer his gaze downwards, finally spotting Amber as she crawled back into the room again on her hands and knees. Jaden and Kacie followed soon after, and all eyes were on the crawling girl.
Amber, as she had suggested she would, was here to show Kacie everything. From head to toe, she seemed to have picked an ensemble that gave a complete tour of what her baby persona was all about. Her auburn hair had been pulled into pigtails on either side of her face, and her cheeks were painted a warm pink color that complemented the cream colored pacifier she had stuck between her lips. A pastel yellow bib hung from her neck, with the words ‘hungry baby’ embroidered on it–a custom piece that had actually been a Christmas gift from Jaden last year. She had picked out her favorite onesie to wear–a mostly white number with ruffled red shoulders and a single cartoonish cherry printed on the chest. The snaps at the bottom seemed strained, barely able to contain the bulky pink diaper underneath. Both Jaden and Martin had already assumed she was, at least, double-diapered. Finally, the eyes could follow the bulge of her diaper down her pale and slender bare legs–taking a brief pit stop to admire her adorable teddy bear tattoo on her left thigh–to the pink socks on her feet.
Amber had paused in the middle of the room, knowingly giving everyone a moment to take it all in. Jaden’s hand was actually in his pants now. Martin just smiled and nodded, like a proud poppa at his little girl’s recital.
And Kacie had stars in her eyes.
“Oh my god,” she said. “That is so. Fucking. Cute. I just… I want to devour you.”
“Then you should come have a taste,” Amber cooed back to her. “Just watch where you bite–I may have wet myself while getting dressed.”
Martin leaned forward in his seat while he rubbed his eyes, having a hard time believing that this was actually happening. Also, he wondered: Should I be filming this?
“Aww, did the little baby wet her diapers?” Kacie’s tone was delightfully condescending. It felt like she not only understood this world, but she had been there for far longer than the two minutes since Amber had crawled into the world.
Amber offered a bashful nod, making her eyes as big as possible. “Uh huh.”
“Did you crawl allll the way out here just so that someone will change your pee-pee pants?”
Amber smiled–a devilish grin that the boys, and Amber’s online following, had come to know well–and shook her head. “Nuh uh.”
“No?” asked Kacie, looking quite curious.
“This diaper can hold a lot more,” said Amber, spitting her pacifier into her hand.
Kacie looked up from Amber to check the reaction of the guys. Martin seemed amused. Jaden seemed to be a bundle of nerves, seemingly unable to decide if he should just touch himself or attempt to hide his arousal by crossing his legs over and over again.
“How many questions of yours does this answer?” Martin asked.
“Most,” Kacie said. “And I like the answers.”
She slid off of the couch, walking over to Amber so she could run her hand down Amber’s back, sliding it over the firm padded bulge of the diaper. Both girls, almost simultaneously, offered a little moan of approval.
“So you make little movies?” Kacie asked.
“Yep,” answered Martin. “Princess Cherry-Pie, as her fans know her by.”
“Walk me through a video,” Kacie says. “From beginning to end.”
Martin laughed, looking over to Jaden. “Fuck it. J, you wanna get the camera? Let’s film.”
“We gotta make it, like, a story,” said Amber, her words slurring a little. “The farmer’s daughter.”
“Perfect!” exclaimed Martin. “Though, my vision for this would be that you’d start with some more…regular clothes on.”
“I could go get changed, I guess…”
“So, what’s the story?” asked Kacie. “You’re going to encounter the farmer’s daughter, and she’s going to eventually reveal that she’s a big baby? Or, you decide to just…put her in a diaper or something?”
“We could go either way, I guess,” Martin said with a shrug. If this were any other time, and there wasn’t a pot-laced brownie working its way through his system, he’d probably have a more definitive answer. This process usually wasn’t often democratic. “Amber? Princess Cherry-Pie? What do you want to do?”
“Nuh-uh,” she sang in response. “I want Kacie to tell us how she thinks this should go down.”
Kacie seemed emboldened by Amber’s confidence in her. To everyone’s surprise–and doing no favors for an already sexually distressed Jaden–she began to pull off her light blue sundress.
Part 4: Princess Cherry-Pie
Knock knock.
An auburn haired woman wearing a short light blue sundress walked across the cabin to the front door. From your vantage point, you could almost see under the bottom of the dress. And while you couldn’t see exactly what it was, you could tell it’s definitely not just a pair of panties.
“Hello?” she asked the stranger standing at the door when she opened it.
“Good evening, miss. I hope I’m not bothering you. I’m in a bit of a bind right now, and I was hoping you could help me out.”
“Oh? Is everything okay, sir?”
“Not really. See, my car broke a few miles down that road there…”
“A few miles?” the blue-dressed woman said, holding a hand up to her open mouth. “My word, you must be exhausted. Please, come inside! You should sit down. Can I get you a glass of water or anything?”
The man stepped inside the cabin as the woman closed the door behind him. “Well, I guess a glass of water would be good. But what I really need is a phone right now.”
“It’s already nighttime,” the woman cooed, attempting to shepherd the man towards the couch. “Why don’t you just worry about that in the morning. I can get you something to drink. Something to eat? And I can even fix up a bed for you for the night.”
“That’s awfully kind of you, miss. But..”
“I insist,” the woman said, this time giving the man a playful shove so that he fell back onto the couch.
“Well, uhm, in that case… I guess I’ll take a glass of water or something.”
“Let me see what I can fix up for you.”
The woman walked into the small kitchen–it wasn’t truly a different room as much as it was just an extension of the living room, except the hardwood floors had given way to linoleum tiles. She slowly bent over to start going through some cabinets. From your vantage point–the same as the man’s–you can see the bottom of her dress hiking up her back. Little by little, what’s underneath is revealed. The man leans forward in his seat to get a slightly better look. He looked like he couldn’t believe his eyes. Could that be? Is she wearing… a big diaper? With a onesie overtop of it?
He scratches his head, seemingly unsure of whether or not he should say something.
“So, uh, you live out here all alone?” the man asked.
“No, sir. I live with my father. He owns this here farm.”
“Oh, that's good,” the man said. “Maybe he’d be able to help me with my car?”
“I’m sure he’d love to… If he were here. But he had to run to town to get supplies. It’s a ways away from here, so he might not be back until tomorrow.”
You and the man got another close look at the plump diaper under her dress as she innocently waggled her ass back and forth at the kitchen counter. The man licked his lips hungrily.
“What’s your name, darling?” he said to her.
“Cherry-Pie,” she said with a playful shrug, like it was the most normal name in the world.
“Cherry-Pie, dear, I don’t want to embarrass you or anything. But…can I ask you a question?”
She turned around from the counter to face him again, her dress falling back into place and covering the diaper again.
“Sure thing, sir. What can I do ya for?”
“Are you, uhm, by any chance, wearing a…diaper?”
Cherry-Pie gasps, instinctively grasping her dress tightly to pull it down to assure that the diaper was covered.
“Wh-why would you ask me that, sir?”
“No need to be embarrassed, dear. I couldn’t help but see it a moment ago. And…well, I guess I’m a little curious. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a big girl like you in a diaper before.”
“Oh, well…”
“You are a big girl, right?”
“Well, uhm, you see…”
The man stood up from the couch and began to slowly walk towards her.
“You certainly don’t sound like a big girl right now.”
“But, sir, I…uhm…”
“And does your Daddy take care of your diapers?”
“N-no, sir…”
“So you’re just a big baby in a diaper, with nobody to take care of you?”
“I…I’m not a b-ba–”
“Buh-buh-buh,” the man mocked. “You sound like a baby to me.”
“I just…”
“Let me see,” the man said. “Show me your diaper.”
“R-really? You want to see?”
“Lift up your dress for me, Cherry-Pie. Or I’ll lift it up myself.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
She did as he asked, slowly lifting her dress up to once again unveil the white onesie and the bulging pink diaper underneath.
“And a onesie?” he asked. “You can’t tell me that you’re a big girl.”
Her attitude seemed to shift a little, swapping her sheepish innocence for a coy smile. “Sir, I never claimed to be a big girl.”
Was the coy smile an invitation? Or was the man simply bold enough to do as he pleased? His hand reached forward and slipped between her legs, grasping the thick diaper through the bottom of her onesie.
“Awfully thick, isn’t it?”
“W-well, sir, I have a lot of accidents.”
Part 4.1: Behind the Scenes
“Are we going too fast?” Martin asked the room. Again, a question he probably wouldn’t have asked if it was any other time. “One second I’m complaining about my car being broken down, and the next I’m feeling up her diaper.”
“I think it’s fine,” Jaden said, stepping back from the camera. “I think the audience can appreciate a curious guy who wants to know more about what he’s seeing.”
“It’s a dirty movie,” Kacie chimed in from behind Jaden. She was still in just her bra and panties, having given her dress to Amber. “I don’t think you need to be too critical about it, right? You set up the reason why he’s at the house, and now you just need to, uh, get into the action.”
Martin shrugged. “Have you made smut before?”
“I’ve certainly watched enough.”
“Fair enough,” he said, nodding. “Jaden? How are we looking so far?”
“I don’t know, man. Are we filming right now? Is this part of the scene?”
Laughter erupted throughout the room, with all four falling into a giggling fit.
“Are our eyes real fucking red?” Martin asked. “Do we need to fix that in post?”
“Post production?” asked Jaden, laughing again. “Do you think I have an editing studio or something? I’ll see what I can do on my laptop later, I guess.”
“I think it’s fine,” Kacie reassured them. “I want to see what happens next.”
“J-just…keep going,” Jaden said, stepping up to the camera again.
“You alright?” Martin asked him.
“I’m good. Maybe. Just…real distracted.”
“Maybe filming after the brownies wasn’t the best idea,” Martin said, seemingly to himself.
“I don’t think it’s just the brownies,” Amber said with a sly smile. “I think he’s distracted by that cute girl back there. I know that I am.”
Kacie blushed, offering a little wave to Amber.
“Alright,” Martin said, rubbing his face with both hands. “Ready? Let’s get back into this.”
Part 4.2: Princess Cherry-Pie, Again
“Well, sir, I have a lot of accidents…”
“And there’s nobody around to change you?”
“No, sir.”
“Miss, seeing as you’ve been so gracious in letting me stay here overnight, I’m wondering if I could repay the favor somehow.”
“Oh? You don’t owe me anything, sir. I promise. I just wanted to help you and–”
“I could take care of you,” he said, cutting her off. “I could change your diaper for you. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Uhm…yes. But I could never ask you to…”
“You don’t have to ask me,” he said. “I’m offering to. Of my own free will. I want to change your diaper for you. Will you allow me to?”
She smiled, sheepishly kicking at the ground with the tip of her foot. “Of course. But…”
“But? But what? When you need to be changed, I’ll take care of it. Are you wet now?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Perfect. We can just head back to your bedroom and I can take care of that for you.”
“But…”
He laughed, shaking his head. “But what?”
“It’s a big diaper, sir. It can hold a lot more before it needs to be changed.”
From elsewhere in the room, a feminine giggle erupts.
Part 4.3: Behind the Scenes, Again
“We’ll have to cut that out,” Martin said, pointing towards the scantily dressed Kacie.
“I’m sorry!” exclaimed Kacie. “I just liked that line a lot!”
“No, no,” Amber said to Martin. “We can use that.”
“Use it?”
“Jaden,” Amber said. “Keep rolling. C’mon, let’s keep going.”
Part 4.4: And Then Back to Princess Cherry-Pie, Yet Again
“Here’s the thing,” Cherry-Pie said to the man. “If you want to take care of me, you can’t just change my diaper.”
The man scratched his head. “Okay?”
“You’re going to have to change my sister’s diaper too.”
“Oh,” he said. “You have a sister? I…thought you were alone.”
“No, sir. My baby sister is here too. Cupcake? Cupcake, where are you?”
Another young woman crawled into view, on her hands and knees. She wore only gray panties and a dark blue bra, her dirty-blonde hair bouncing with each of her lunges forward.
“There she is!” cooed Cherry-Pie. “Sir, this is my baby sister, Cupcake.”
“Baby?” scoffed the man. “She’s not even wearing a diaper.”
“Cupcake, you naughty baby!” Cherry-Pie said, a mock-scolding of the other girl. “She’s always trying to sneak out of her diapers.”
“Well it looks like she succeeded this time,” the man said.
“And even found the time to crawl into some big-girl panties, from the looks of it,” said Cherry Pie.
Cupcake smiled and giggled again before drawing in a deep breath. Her mouth hung open for a moment, seemingly to consider what she wanted to say.
Finally, it came. A single: “Oops.” Perfectly toned. Adolescent. Sweet. Naughty.
“Ok then,” the man said. “First thing’s first, how about I get a diaper on this young lady. Before she has an accident in her panties.”
“Oh…” Cupcake said, her cheeks glowing. “It might be…too late…”
Right on queue, the dark gray fabric between Cupcake’s legs darkened, the glistening sheen suggesting a sudden wetness that was beyond what the panties could hold. Within a second, a stream of liquid cascaded down her thighs and ankles, pooling on the ground beneath her.
“Cupcake! You couldn’t have held it for just a moment longer? This nice man was just about to put you into a diaper!”
“I…I know, but…”
“It’s okay,” the man said. “She’s clearly just a baby. She couldn’t help it. Cherry-Pie, maybe you could get me one of her diapers?”
“Yes, sir.”
Cherry-Pie strolled out of view, leaving the man to stare down at little Cupcake, who was looking up at him bashfully while her panties continued to drip down to the aged wooden floor beneath her.
“What about your car?” she asked. It was a challenging tone to decipher–it was either an innocent question, or it was an attempt at distracting him from the scene before him.
“I think I have more important things to take care of right now, don’t you?”
“Maybe...”
“It certainly looks like you need your diapers. What were you doing out of them?”
“Uhm…” She thought about it for a moment. “I…wanted to see what it would feel like to be a big girl.”
“I doubt it feels like that,” he said, pointing to her soaked-through panties. “You’re doing it all wrong.”
“You should show me,” she said. “Show me how you’d treat a big girl.”
He grinned, so pleased with what she had said that his cheeks were actually turning a lovely hue of pink themselves.
“I…uhm, would,” he said, taking a moment to compose himself. “But, I think you’re far too little to experience what that would be like.”
The man was quite obviously erect. The front of his pants were extruded from his body–a perfect little tent of taught fabric. And if anyone had somehow missed that bulge, they could still get a sense for how he was feeling by just looking at his face. Those glassy, lusty, eyes. Moist lips that seemed perpetually on the verge of drooling. He seemed barely able to contain himself.
It was at this moment that Cherry-Pie returned to the room, a big thick diaper in her hand.
“I got the biggest one I could find,” she said. “Seeing as how she’s prone to big accidents.”
Cupcake blushed a little, offering a bashful shrug.
“Alright, then. Let’s get you into your diaper,” the man said, plucking the diaper from Cherry-Pie’s hands.
“Do you know what you’re doing with that thing?” asked Cherry-Pie.
“The diaper? Or the baby?” asked the man, a wide grin on his face. “I’m sure I’ll figure it out.”
Cupcake, meanwhile, didn’t seem to miss a beat. She made no effort to resist or argue her way out of her fate. Instead, she seemed ready to embrace it–rolling onto her back and kicking her legs into the air, her soaked panties aimed right at the man.
“I’m ready, sir,” she said. “Or…while our father is out…maybe I can call you ‘Daddy?’”
“Oh yes,” Cherry-Pie chimed in. “I like that.”
The man nodded. “Well, seeing as how I’m the only man here–and I’m putting a diaper on you–I think it makes sense that you call me that.”
The man reached down to Cupcake’s hips, grasping her damp panties and peeling them off of her, sliding them all the way down her slender legs before tossing them out of view.
Part 4.5: Behind the Scenes, Yet Again
“Oh!” exclaimed Jaden, the damp panties smacking him right in the face.
“You can keep those, if you want,” said Kacie, craning her head back from where she was lying down on the ground.
“Well…I…uh…”
“The little pervert is probably in heaven right now,” Amber said with a giggle.
“I’ll just, uh, put these over here for now,” Jaden said, setting the panties down next to him. “For later.”
Part 4.6: And, Again, the Cherry-Pie and Cupcake Show
“Daddy,” Cherry-Pie whined. “Can you hurry up and put her diaper on her?”
“What’s the rush?”
“W-well, you might…need to change mine once you’re done with Cupcake.”
“Oh? I thought you said your diaper could hold a lot. Finally wet it enough to warrant a fresh diaper?”
“No,” Cherry-Pie said, wriggling nervously as she said it. “Well…not yet.”
“So you didn’t use your diaper again?”
“I’m going to,” she said. “I’m about to.”
“That’s fine,” he said, sliding the unfolded diaper underneath Cupcake’s bottom. “You just let me know when you’ve wet yourself again and I can take care of you.”
“Oh…” Cherry-Pie said.
He was pulling the front of Cupcake’s diaper through her legs, and he turned towards Cherry-Pie, noting her tone. “What’s wrong? You’ll need me to change you, right?”
“Yes, but…”
“Okay,” he said, taping up Cupcake’s diaper. “Just hold tight and I can help you out as soon as you need me to and–”
“Sir. Uhm, Daddy. I don’t have to wet again.”
“Well then why would you need me to change your… Oh. I see.”
“She has such a stinky bottom sometimes,” Cupcake said from the floor. “I feel sorry for you.”
“H-hey!” Cherry-Pie replied, hands on her hips as she looked down at her sister. “Your diapers are even smellier!”
“How would you even know?” Cupcake spat back. “Er…you’re wrong about that!”
“There’s only one way to figure this out,” Cherry-Pie said, turning to the man.
The man shrugged, not following where Cherry-Pie was going with this.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” she asked. “We’ll both have to fill our diapers and then Daddy will have to tell us which is stinkier.”
Part 4.7: Yet Again, Behind the Scenes
“Wait,” Kacie said, looking up at Amber from the floor, as her hand felt the thick diaper that was between her legs now. “Are you saying I should poop my pants?”
Amber shrugged. “I dunno. I thought it was cute. I guess I didn’t really think about the fact that you’ve never done that before…”
“Should we try that scene again?” Martin asked. “Maybe this time without the talk about messing?”
“N-no,” Kacie said. “Let’s stick with it.”
Jaden squeezed his hand, once again holding Kacie’s soaked panties. “Are you sure? Like…you think you’d actually…”
Kacie shrugged and looked to Amber. “I dunno. You were going to do it, right?”
Amber nodded.
Kacie shrugged again. “If she does it, I’ll do it.”
“Are you sure?” Martin asked.
“It’s just poop,” Kacie said.
Spoken like someone who either truly had no qualms about it, or who had no idea what she was getting herself into. The influence of the evening’s brownies would need to be factored in as well.
“Okay,” said Jaden. “Let’s, uh, roll.”
Part 4.8: Bringing You Back, Once More, to the Cherry-Pie and Cupcake Show
“I’d be happy to be the judge of that little competition,” the man–Daddy–said. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Oh, I’m ready,” Cherry-Pie said. “I’ve been ready.”
“And what about you?” Daddy asked Cupcake. “It wouldn’t be fair for Cherry-Pie to fill her diaper now, only for us to have to wait a while for you. I’d see that as an advantage for her.”
Cupcake slowly propped herself up onto her knees. Her hands remained fixed on her diaper, as she seemingly couldn’t stop rubbing the plastic garment like it was the most amazing thing she had ever worn before.
“I…I think I can go,” she finally said. Her cheeks were glowing a bright pink.
“Are you sure?” Daddy said. “Because once she goes, you’ll have to be ready to go yourself. There’s no turning back.”
A smile broke out on Cupcake’s face and she nodded–this time with more confidence. “I’m ready.”
“Okay. Cherry-Pie, whenever you’re ready, I guess you should–”
Splorp!
Cherry-Pie, clearly a seasoned veteran at filling her diaper, wasted no time in squatting down with her diapered ass perfectly framed within your view. She pushed everything out of her at once, a thunderously loud mess that immediately changed the shape and color of her diaper as she sighed with relief.
“S-sorry,” she said. “I’ve been waiting to do that for a while now.”
Daddy walked to her, reaching down and cupping the back of her diaper, feeling the newly added heft. “It’s so heavy!”
Cherry-Pie blushed and nodded.
“And…” Daddy took his hand from her diaper, using it to instead wave away the air from in front of his face. “...well, you’re far smellier than a little girl your size ought to be.”
All eyes were then pointed at Cupcake.
“Oh,” she said, laughing to herself. “I guess it’s, uhm, my turn to…”
“You said you had to, yes?” Daddy asked, his lips curling into an amused smile.
“I…I do,” she said, scratching her head. “Sorry. It’s just…”
“She hasn’t messed her diapers in front of anyone else before,” Cherry-Pie said. “Me? I’ll do it anytime I want to. But she’s never even loaded her diaper in front of me before, let alone someone else.”
“But I’ll do it,” Cupcake said.
“Hurry up,” Daddy said. “Because right now, all I can smell is this baby over here.”
With a deep breath and slow exhale, Cupcake appeared to be ridding her body of the last of her doubt. She rose to her feet before getting herself into a squatting position similar to the one that Cherry-Pie had been in only moments before.
“Any second now,” she said, before audibly groaning as she pushed on her bowels.
“Go on, sis,” Cherry-Pie cheered. “You can do it.”
“Hrmmmmmgh…”
Fbrbrbrbt!
For all the effort that Cupcake seems to need to put into it, she ends up making it look rather easy when it finally does happen. Unlike Cherry-Pie’s immediate unleashing of her load, Cupcake offers a longer show–a slow and steady release that gradually fills the vacant space in the back of her diaper, causing it to drop from her hips.
“There,” she says,” looking at the other two with a proud smirk. “I did it!”
“I knew you could,” Cherry-Pie cooed.
“Well, from where I’m standing,” Daddy said, “I can’t tell who is stinkier. Between the two of you, it’s quite…pungent in here.”
Yet neither diapered girl seemed to be paying attention to him. They were staring at each other. Studying each other. They each watched how the other carried their diaper from their hips. They studied the lumps and stains of each other’s diapers.
“Hello?” he said, waving his hand between them. “I thought you wanted me to…”
Both girls skipped forward, meeting in the middle. Their arms wrapped around each other, just as their lips locked on to each other’s. They grasped at each other, their hungry hands so overwhelmed by the possibilities that they hardly seemed to know where to start. Yet within moments, they both seemed to figure out exactly where their hands should be, and they tightly grasped each other’s diapers as they kissed.
“I, uh…” Daddy seemed unsure of how to react to this. “Y-you’re…sisters?”
“Holy fuck,” Cupcake muttered to Cherry-Pie. “You smell terrible.”
“That might be you,” Cherry-Pie responded.
“Might be, yeah.”
They had been standing up, but suddenly they were on the ground, rolling on top of each other. It seemed to go back and forth for a bit–Cherry-Pie had been on top of Cupcake, pinning her underneath her dirty diaper, only to suddenly find herself beneath Cupcake’s rank bottom before the roles were reversed again. At last, Cherry-Pie seemed to claim the upper-hand, maintaining her position atop Cupcake. But there were no users in this game, and both seemed exuberant with where they ended up.
“You’re such a bad girl,” Cupcake said.
“And you’re even worse,” Cherry-Pie retorted.
They were still communicating, though they seemed to have abandoned any words that anyone else would know. It was as if, by having their dirty diapers touching and rubbing against each other, they had discovered an entirely new language–one of moans, groans, and rhythmic grinding.
Daddy had stepped out of view, allowing all the focus to be on the two diapered girls who were grinding against each other, taking occasional breaks that were just long enough to get a kiss or two in.
Part 4.9: End Scene
“When do we stop filming this?” Jaden asked, the camera still aimed at the wriggling mass of diapered girl.
“We don’t,” Martin said. “Just get it all.”
“Okay, but…I’m going to need my other hand.” Jaden thrust Kacie’s damp panties into his own pants, stroking his hard cock with them as he kept filming.
Not that he had to explain himself to Martin, whose pants were pulled down his thighs so that he could stroke his own dick to the sight of the women.
Part 5: What May or May Not Have Been Recorded
“It’s very bright in here,” Amber said, shielding her eyes as she glanced in the direction of the cabin’s large window.
“I didn’t think to close the blinds,” Jaden said, slowly rising from the loveseat he had collapsed on. He looked down at his hand, finding that he was still tightly clutching a semi-dry pair of panties–perhaps a little crustier feeling than they had been when they were originally tossed to him. “Then again, I don’t think I really thought to do much of anything last night.”
“What did we do last night?” Amber asked.
“I could show you,” Martin said from the kitchen. He was already up, heating up some coffee in an old stovetop percolator.
Amber grimaced a little as a quick montage of partial footage from the night before played back in her mind. Short scenes without context, none of it really making much sense.
“Did we…film a video last night?” she asked.
Martin laughed. “Oh yeah.”
“Do I want to see what’s on that video?”
“Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “Eventually.”
“Is it anything we can sell online?”
“Well… We’d probably have to get Kacie’s permission on that, first.”
“Kacie?” She closed her eyes, trying to remember how the stranger next door fit into whatever they filmed. She couldn’t remember all of it, but she could remember a few details… “Fuck. Did I…? Did she…?”
“It’s all there,” Martin said, pointing to the laptop on the counter, from which there were wires connected to the nearby video camera.
“Who changed my diaper?” she asked. “Because I definitely shit myself last night. And…” She thrust a hand between her legs, feeling the fluffy diaper that she was currently wearing. “...this one is clean.”
“Clean-ish,” Martin corrected. “You and Kacie, uh, tried to change each other. Tried.”
“Hmm,” she said, blushing a little. “Is that on video?”
“Hopefully. I haven’t watched that far into the footage yet. But…I know there’s a point where Jaden gets a little too indisposed. It’s anyone’s guess as to what is or isn’t recorded after that.”
She sighed. “Where’s Kacie now?”
Martin pointed out the window of the cabin, in the direction of Kacie’s cabin. Amber’s eyes followed, noticing that there was now a large pick-up truck in that cabin’s driveway.
“Looks like her father and brother must be there now,” Jaden said.
“Fuck,” Amber said. “I didn’t even get her number or anything. Did anyone else?”
Marin stifled a laugh. “Well, actually, I think she did leave it for you.”
“Thank god,” she said, sighing with relief. “Where?”
He pointed at her. More specifically, down between her legs. Sure enough, when she looked down at her diaper, she saw the writing in black marker. ‘Let’s play again, Cherry-Pie,’ followed by a phone number.
“Glad I noticed this before I pissed myself again.”
Part 6: Obviously
Cherry-Pie’s latest video, “The Farmer’s Daughters,” would end up being her most profitable to date.