On The Road Again - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

The girls settled in quickly, changed out of their travel clothes, and met up in the hotel’s lobby. Heather didn’t look all that different; her travel aesthetic of black leggings and a black t-shirt matched her regular vibe. Kennedy opted for a pink crop top and white tennis skirt look; Jill put on a pair of jean shorts and a low-cut bodysuit; lastly, Isla did her wardrobe decision making before the trip so to hide her diapers as best as she could, so she changed into a loose-fitting romper that hid her padding perfectly.

“Okay, I found this little café that I wanted to check out. It has the best-looking pastries I have seen on this continent. They also have sandwiches if anyone is hungry after breakfast.”

“Me, I’m starving,” Heather groaned.

“Your metabolism is insulting to me. How are you still skinny with now much you eat?” Kennedy joked to Heather. Heather shrugged.

“I’ll get a coffee and a pastry!” Isla added.

“Same!” Jill replied, staying close to her new roommate.

“Alright, let’s go then!” Kennedy announced, and the girls left the hotel. The main town area was walking distance from their hotel, so the crew strutted into town behind Kennedy’s lead. Heather stayed behind everyone and took pictures with her camera, which sometimes frustrated Kennedy.

Isla could sometimes hear the soft crinkle of her diaper between her legs as she walked, but it wasn’t so outlandish a sound that it would be distinguished by the others as anything other than her clothes rustling. She hadn’t spent all that much time walking around in the diapers yet. Most of her time with them thus far was spent sitting in the car, so it took her some getting used to walking in them without displaying awkwardness. After five minutes of walking, she got the hang of it, and the diapers bulk began to feel normal.

“So, what’s the plan tonight?” Jill asked.

“Well, once we get to The Wheel, we really don’t need to leave. There are bars and restaurants and clubs and live shows and everything. So we’ll head there for dinner and just see where the night takes us!” Kennedy responded.

“That sounds fun!” Isla replied.

“Yeah, so fun….” Heather replied sarcastically.

“Oh don’t be a Debbie downer, Heather, you always dread going, then have the most fun out of all of us,” Kennedy replied.

“Bars are all the same, and it’s not like I’m going out to meet guys like you all are.”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” The other three girls reacted defensively.

“Who said we were going out for guys?” Kennedy teased.

“I am just going out to have fun! Don’t need guys for that,” Isla replied.

“I’m just, like, tagging along so, no guys for me thanks,” Jill added.

And just as the words left Jill’s mouth, the group caught eyes with a group of four guys walking the opposite way as them. They walked like they were moving in slow motion, and Kennedy lowered her sunglasses and tightened up her posture as they walked by. One guy laughed, one stared at Heather, who was looking through her camera and not paying attention, looked at Kennedy, then straight to Jill, and one smiled directly at Isla. Isla blushed and tried to look away but couldn’t and ended up throwing back a very shy smile.

As they passed and walked into the distance, Kennedy laughed.

“Okay, maybe I’ll make an exception for tall, dark and handsome,” She joked. Jill rolled her eyes.

“Is that the place?” Heather pointed ahead at a café in the distance.

“Ah yes! ‘Chouchouté,’ there it is!” Kennedy practically jumped for joy when she saw the sign.

“‘Chouchouté?’ Pampered?” Jill translated the French word in confusion.

“Perfect for you, isn’t it, Jill?” Kennedy teased her sister. Jill rolled her eyes, and Isla chuckled at the naming coincidence.

“I’m kidding; it’s just like ‘spoil yourself, you deserve it’ kinda thing,” Kennedy clarified.

“Okay, all three of you stand under the sign!” Heather demanded. The three did as they were told, and Heather took their picture. Isla was much less worried about her diaper showing up in the picture this time.

Finally, they got inside, and the smells instantly brought them into a state of full-body pleasure. Fresh baked bread and pastries wafted in the air, and all three felt their mouths water. As Isla approached the counter, she was overwhelmed by choice but ultimately settled on an almond croissant and a caramel latte.

When all four girls had their goodies, they sat down at a table and took their first bites. A groan of pleasure chorused over the table as the flakey and fluffy treats entered their mouths.

“Well, I certainly feel pampered; what about you guys?” Kennedy said through a mouthful.

“Not pampered, ‘Chouchouté,’” Heather corrected with a giggle.

“Oh, I’m definitely chouchouté,” Isla said, unable to stop a smirk from growing on her lips from the double meaning. It made her heart race a little bit, but the game was fun. She was feeling riskier than ever today, like the diapers gave her a strange confidence despite being something she desired to hide.

The group sat and chatted while they enjoyed their coffee and pastry, and once they finished, Isla felt the slightest urge to pee. Coffee usually went straight through her, so this was no surprise. She wasn’t desperate and could easily hold what she had in for a long time...but Isla was feeling brave and didn’t want to hold it.

Her heart began to beat harder, pounding in her chest as she hyped herself up for what she was about to do. She looked back and forth at her friends as they chatted, then finally took a deep breath in and relaxed.

For a moment, nothing happened. Isla’s potty training was still firmly ingrained in her brain and was telling her at this moment not to pee her pants. Finally, a trickle started. The trickle became a stream, and the stream became a flood. Isla held her breath and blushed as she felt pee warm her butt, the liquid building into a pool before being properly absorbed into the padding.

“You alright, Is?” Heather asked.

“Hmm?” Isla jumped. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Zoned out for a second.”

“Aha, thought we lost you there.”

“Nah, sorry,” Isla laughed. But as she continued to pee, she realized there was a soft hissing noise that was audible from her crotch. Her cheeks immediately flushed redder, and she cleared her throat to try and mask the sound as her bladder finished voiding. But when she looked to her right, she saw Jill looking at Isla’s crotch, then back up to her reddened face, confused.