The Fountain of Youth - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

The drive to the air strip was around 30 minutes, so I sunk into my seat and closed my eyes. This whole project has taken a lot out of me, and it was nice to have a laid back travel day to recover a little energy. I drifted into a state of not being asleep but not fully being awake, and felt the bumps of the road push my diapered bottom up and down. 

When we were just about 10 minutes away, Karisa screamed.

“STOP! Pull over, NOW!” I jolted up and opened my eyes to see Karisa with panic in her eye, and a hand in her crotch. Tony pulled over to the side of the road and Karisa jumped out. Both Tony and I stayed in the car, watching. She dropped her pants and crouched by the car, out of our sight. Suspiciously, I tried to look and see what she was doing, so I leaned over to see out the window, and in doing so, put my hand where she was sitting. As soon as my hand was down, I yanked it back up. Her seat was...wet, and smelt like pee.

I looked over to Tony and he seemed to already know what was going on. He turned to look back at me.

“Think she’ll take those diapers now?” He said, smugly. I laughed, but also was concerned for myself. I didn't want Tony to be right, but all evidence was pointing to him being so. 

Karisa opened her door and I saw the massive wet spot that had grown on the front of her pants. 

“Don’t say a word” she warned, and then hung her head. “Tony…” she hesitated, but the quietly asked “where are those diapers?”

Tony hopped out of the car and went to the trunk. I watched from the back seat as Karisa was handed a diaper, which she ripped out of Tony’s hands. She was fuming mad, and Tony didn't say a word so to not agitate her more. 

All of a sudden, as all of this was going on outside, I felt a warm wetness spread around my crotch. At first I jumped and thought Karisas pee had flowed over to my side of the car, but the puddle she left had remained still. It was my own pee, I was wetting myself. 

My cheeks flushed with color and my heart started racing. There was no feeling from my bladder, no warning, nothing. It was like my body didn’t even bother trying to hold it, it just let it go. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the flow, it was helpless. 

When it felt like the pee had stopped flowing, I looked down and investigated my pants and saw...no wetness. The diaper had absorbed everything. Poking at it I could feel the squishy, soaked padding under my pants, and was impressed as to how well they held up. My pants felt even tighter as the diaper had expanded to accommodate for my uncontrollable wetting. The feeling was...strange. I haven't even worn a diaper since I was too young to remember, let alone wet one. 

I pushed my whole hands against it and felt the padding rub against my clit accidentally. Surprised by the sensitivity, I pulled my hand out. However, it felt...nice, so I looked around, saw Tony and Karisa still outside, and pushed my hand back against my crotch. My eyes rolled back into my head as an amazing sensation came over me, a sensation I had never experienced before. The wet diaper made everything so incredibly sensitive that every roll around of my fingers brought me closer to cumming faster than ever before. My clit felt like it had never been touched in its life.

I bit my lip and pushed harder, rubbed faster, and before I knew it, my body erupted into orgasm. My legs shakes and my hand gripped the seat with ferocity. I let out a moan and gasped, my heart in a frenzy. 

My pleasure ended quickly though, as Tony opened the back door with a cloth to clean the seats. I quickly pulled my hands out of my crotch and looked at him, short for breath and my heart feeling like it was going to burst out of my chest. He looked back, and we held awkward eye contact for what felt like eternity. 

“Um, did you need….a change?” Tony asked, uncomfortably. 

“Ahaha...how did you know…” I responded quietly, and looked to my feet. He didn't reply, just went to the truck and grabbed a new diaper after wiping down Karisa's accident. My leg was still shaking from my recent orgasm, and with my diaper so tight to my body, it was impossible to avoid any more contact of the wet padding on my sensitive areas. Tony came back with a diaper and a bottle of powder, and handed them to me. I touched his hand when I grabbed the diaper from him, and right then I knew...I wanted him.

“You can go into the bush there and change, or just change in the car. I won’t look” he said. 

“Oh that’s okay, I’ll change here” I said. In my head I said ‘and you can most definitely look’, but those were the words of a much more confident woman than I actually was. Tony turned around and went to talk to Karisa, probably to tell her I was changing. 

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, revealing a very soak, and well expanded diaper. I could see through the white plastic where my pee had filled in, and there wasn’t much dry space on the diaper left. My bladder emptying on its own was a very strange feeling, almost like my body was just determined to do its own thing in spite of any effort I could make against it. I was thankful I had the diaper though, and even more thankful to how well it could make me cum.

The tabs released easily, and I peeled back the wet padding from my skin. It was very satisfying, and the air hitting my sensitive skin made it all the better.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“Hurry up Nicole! I wanna get home!” Karisa yelled through the car door, making me jump in my seat. I quickly pulled off the diaper, laid the new one underneath me, powdered and taped myself up. The powder felt as good as it had before, and I couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction. After my diaper was fully changed, I pulled up my pants and knocked on the window. Tony opened my door and took my used diaper from me, and Karisa sat where her puddle used to be. 

“Okay, off we go” Tony said as he jumped into the driver's seat and pulled back onto the road. I looked down at Karisas crotch and noticed it looked a bit puffier than before. She just scowled and closed her eyes to sleep. Tony noticed, and commented “oh I wouldn’t do that.”

“Do what?” Karisa snapped. 

“Sleep,” Tony replied, “all the tests I’ve done so far seem to imply that sleeping accelerates your regression. If you want to keep it at bay, you’re going to have to stay awake.