Wet American Fall (Chapter 6) (Patreon)

Back by popular demand! This is the 6th chapter from the sequel to Wet American Summer. Click the tag ''WAF'' at the end to find previous chapters and artworks related to this story.

Chapter 6

You’re probably going to start thinking I’m really no fun, but I’ve never enjoyed the concept of brunch either. Food is too expensive, mostly stuff you could make at home for a few bucks. Besides it’s all a big excuse to pretend it’s still breakfast when you woke up at noon and are eating at 2PM. For some it’s an excuse to start drinking again. ‘’All you can drink mimosas’’... Who even wants more than one of those things?

Well I guess Melissa did. She wanted three to be specific. I assume she meant to drown her embarrassment, trying to forget about the thick diaper on her butt and doing her best to act normally among her group of friends. Sitting down, it wasn’t super obvious that her bottom had much more curve than usual. As long as she didn’t get up, she’d be fine… Which meant no bathroom break for my little girl.

Part of me also believed she was drinking precisely for that reason. It was our game and she wouldn’t have been sitting in a diaper, in public, if she didn’t enjoy the exhilarating sensation one felt when they risked being caught doing something naughty. Big girls aren’t supposed to still be wearing diapers and they certainly are not supposed to wet themselves. The whole purpose of our game was defying those adult conventions and norms. Like young lovers making out in bathroom stalls. Except what we were defying was even more taboo… we transgressed the definition itself of what it means to be an adult. The responsibilities, the expectations. What you are and aren’t allowed to do.   

When Melissa winked at me from across the table after finally reaching the bottom of that third flute, I knew I was right. The mischievous little thing couldn’t wait until that sugary alcoholic excuse for a breakfast drink made its way through her body. She was excited for the first tingling sensation in her bladder telling her she needed to go, just to look at me in the eyes when the dam inevitably broke. I could tell it was coming.

It was thrilling for me as well, to be ‘’in on it’’. In the loop. Aware of her secret. I had become somewhat used to that sensation from the various outings where I had Melissa wear Pull-Ups under her clothes, but this one was pushing the envelope a bit more. Never had she become so close to exposing herself among her social circle.

That wasn’t the objective, of course. It would’ve been catastrophic for her to reveal something so private, even to her friends. She had to be very careful not to raise any suspicions… but that’s where the fun was, the risk. 

We usually had a plan in case she was discovered. She would say the Pull-Ups were for her period sometimes and no one would bat an eyelash. They might even think it was a good idea and want to try it out themselves. With that diaper however, there was no plan. I had no clue what Melissa would be able to conjure as an excuse in the eventuality that she was found out. 

I knew I would probably say it was a dare. Some dumb frat boy’s idea of a consequence for a lost bet. A simple, plausible explanation. You just needed to keep it vague and laugh at yourself. Who would assume it was a kink thing anyways? That was me, though. My adorable roommate wasn’t always as quick witted, especially after a few drinks. If someone noticed her soon to be wet diaper, she’d be on her own.

I watched Melissa carefully as she squirmed on her seat, shyly eating small bites from her food while her friend was telling a story she probably couldn’t care less about. Too focused on her predicament… Or perhaps I was. 

I have to admit I hadn’t touched much of my plate myself. Especially after noticing my roommate’s increased liquid intake, spying her every move, waiting for something to happen. 

That might have been why I did not realize who had entered the restaurant. A certain tall, handsome young man accompanied by a flock of generic bros. 

‘’Look who’s here.’’

To be honest, I almost peed my pants a little myself when I heard his voice from behind me. I turned around and he greeted me with a smile. His friends claimed a table not far from ours but he unfortunately had the misguided idea of sticking around.

‘’I didn’t think these were your thing.’’ He remarked with his smooth voice that always outshined the words it spoke.

‘’Everybody’s gotta eat.’’ I replied trying to appear nonchalant and dismissive. ‘’Enjoy your brunch.’’

‘’Why are you acting like a stranger, I thought we got to know each other last night? Wouldn’t you say I know you a little?’’ How clever he thought he was.

‘’I have no idea what you’re talking about.’’

‘’Yes you do…’’ He waved back at Melissa and as I turned to look at her, I realized she was now literally bouncing up and down on her seat as was broadly smiling at us.

‘’Is she okay?’’ He asked with a slight note of concern.

She suddenly stopped bouncing, with her hands against the inside of her thighs, pressing her legs against each other. She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them up again she stared at me with a little pout on her lips. The cutest little thing. 

‘’Ignore her, she’s still hungover.’’ 

‘’Listen. I’m gonna go over at my friend’s table now… but I do want to see you again. Like last night. I had a good time and I know you did too… I could see it.’’

I hated every word of his presumptuous assumption. I didn’t want to dignify him with a response. I just kept my eyes on Melissa who had started chatting loudly again as if nothing had happened. That was exactly the sort of energy I meant to channel.

After a brief moment of silence he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear.

‘’Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. You can trust me.’’

I started breathing deeper, I could smell his aftershave. It brought back flashes from the night before. Feelings I had never experienced that pushed against the lid I was trying to keep them under. Bottled and shelved inside my chest. 

Without a warning I felt my panties starting to dampen, but unlike Melissa, I wasn’t peeing myself. I imagined his hand against my crotch, the grin on his face. Him condescendingly commenting ‘’oh are you wet, baby?’’

I searched for Mel’s gaze but she wouldn’t look back at me. Too busy conversating. I tried to picture the rest of her body from under the table. The wet diaper she was wearing under her jeans. No one around had a clue what a big baby she was.

I fantasized about the white waistband peeking out of her pants, her butt being just a tad too round and bulky not to attract attention. People whispering around her ‘’is she wearing what I think she is?’’ ‘’Is that girl not potty trained?’’ I saw myself taking her by the hand and leading her to the bathroom with an extra diaper in hand. In my mind, I took her pants down and lifted her up on the changing table. She hid her face in shame as I undid the tapes of her soaking wet diaper and teased her about it in a loving way while I powdered her bum.

My underwear was now noticeably wet and I couldn’t help but feeling the fabric of my jeans with the tips of my fingers, my mouth slightly open as Melissa and I finally made eye contact. She immediately stopped laughing and gave me the look of an innocent little girl. The Britney Spears ‘’Oops. I did it again’’ look. It was too much for me. My fingers started rubbing lightly against my pants as my lungs filled up in excitement. 

In that moment, I knew what I wanted. I turned around to say something to Gabriel, but he was long gone.