ABDL_Erotica
patreon
The Resort, Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2024-04-11 17:00:10 +0000 UTCWith the empty bottle of wine tucked away under the hammock with their glasses, Brooke and Jenna snuggled up against one another, their diapers in a rather sodden state. Their conversation had lapsed into silence long ago, the two of them merely enjoying the other’s company in a land far, far away from the real world with all of their worries.
Brooke was on cloud nine. Not only was this the closest she’d ever gotten to a romantic relationship with Jenna, she thoroughly enjoyed how close she felt to her at this very moment. She had snuggled up against her and had let her head come to rest on her shoulder, allowing her to hold her close with her arm.
Jenna’s right leg was spread across her legs, her diaper pressing firmly up against her side. The beginnings of a smile tugged the left side of her lips up as she remembered distinctly feeling Jenna’s diaper warm up against her side no less than four times. Not once did she feel anything resembling a leak, especially from her own diaper. The wine had gone right through the both of them, pushing their diapers to the brink of leaking.
As much as she loved the sensation of Jenna’s chest rising and falling against hers, with how much of the flower’s wondrous scent they’d been breathing in all this time, she figured they would have very little control left over their bladders. She had a feeling that they were both on the verge of leaking, so with a longing sigh, she rubbed her friend’s back. “I think we should head back upstairs, dear,” she murmured.
“But… soft… comfy…” came Jenna’s muffled reply.
“What about wild animals?” Brooke asked, feeling Jenna tense a second later.
Jenna’s eyes went wide. “Ugh, you’re probably right.” An animal’s cry echoed from far, far away. “Okay, that’s totally a wolf!” Jenna scrambled out of the hammock, the blanket getting tangled between her legs. She fell to the ground in a heap, the blanket doing little to soften her fall. She flailed around on the ground until she was free of the blanket’s embrace. Jumping to her feet, she looked around, then with a look of worry, she gestured for Brooke to get up. “Come on, what are you waiting for? Wolves travel in packs!”
Brooke laughed. “Yes, they do, but that was no wolf, that was a—”
“Yes, it was!”
“No, it definitely wasn’t. That was a moose; have you not heard what a moose sounds like? My dad used to take me on hiking trips deep into the mountains when I was younger. I heard so many mooses… Wait, is it meeses or mooses?”
“Does it freaking matter?” Jenna asked, still frantic with worry.
Brooke slipped off of the hammock and gathered their things together, using the blanket to hold it all. “I guess not. The point I’m trying to make is that a moose is far less deadly than a wolf, and—” She froze as a wolf howled in the distance, this time much closer than the moose.
“Now can we go?” Jenna hissed, her eyes wide with fear. She grabbed their empty bottle and glasses, taking great care to make sure they didn’t clink together.
Brooke nodded. With their supplies in hand, they scurried back up the path, taking more time than they normally would because of the thick diapers held snuggly between their legs. With sore legs, they got back on the deck and walked back inside the house. Brooke locked it behind her and collapsed on the back of the door, panting softly. She let the blanket fall to the floor, spilling their diaper changes onto the floor.
“Uh, Brooke?”
“Yeah?” She looked up to find Jenna with her hands cupping her diaper. Her pants got consistently darker and darker, puzzling Brooke for a few seconds until she realized her diaper was leaking into her pants. “...Oh. Need a change?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Mhm.” Jenna held out her hand and wiggled her fingers until Brooke threaded her fingers into hers. “This is really, really embarrassing.”
“Don’t worry about it. Who am I gonna tell?” Brooke teased. “There are no phones, cameras, or anything that could record your little accident.” They started walking back towards the foyer and, after turning the first corner, Brooke spotted Mia in the room to their left, sitting behind a desk with a book. She slowed to a halt then waved, saying, “Hey girl, we’re back!”
“Ah, yes. I heard you two come back in. How was your evening?” Mia stood up and walked around the front of the desk, then leaned against it.
“Fantastic. Thanks again for bringing down the blanket and other supplies,” Brooke said, feeling a pang of guilt. “I, uh… we might have forgotten the corkscrew outside. We heard a wolf outside, so we decided it was best to come back up.”
“It is of no concern. And of the blanket?” Mia inquired.
Brooke once again felt a pang of guilt. “Uh… dumped by the door?” She felt Jenna squeeze her hand. “What?”
“I gotta go!” she hurriedly whispered.
Mia recognized what was going on in an instant. “Would the young miss need another change?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. “I, er… I know the flowers can have quite the effect on people. I thought I brought some spare changes for you, did I not?” she asked, cocking her head to the side as she searched their hands.
Brooke felt Jenna squeeze her hand more insistently this time. “Yes, but… they’re still probably with the blanket,” she said. Glancing back at her friend, she asked, “Look, why don’t you go back upstairs and change? I’ll ask her about that thing we were talking about earlier and I’ll be back up soon.”
“Ok, thanks!” Jenna let go of Brooke’s hand and waved goodbye at Mia. “Hope you sleep well, Mia!”
Mia waved back. “Have a good night, miss!” she called out after her, watching her scurry away. Looking back at Brooke, she gestured to one of the chairs sitting in front of the desk and sat down on the other one, crossing her legs. “Please, sit. What questions might you have for me?”
Brooke sat down and shoved her hands inside her hoodie’s big central pocket. “Thanks, um… If you don’t mind me asking, and it’s okay if it’s too personal, but… why is everyone wearing diapers?” A quizzical look formed on Mia’s face. “I mean, I know why Jenna and I are wearing diapers, but I remember one of you mentioning that the flowers are really relaxing. I didn’t think it’d be this kind of relaxing,” she said, patting her soggy diaper. She failed to notice that it’d gotten a little warmer and a little wetter.
“It is of no worry and it is a very fair question.” Mia shifted in her seat and was about to say something when Brooke cut her off.
“Also, please speak freely. I’d be a lot more comfortable if you were relaxed. I’d rather you treat me like a friend and if you weren’t working,” Brooke said hopefully. “If that’s okay, that is.”
Mia hesitated. “As gracious an offer as that is, I’m afraid I must maintain a high level of professionalism. It is one of the core rules for working here. If broken, I would be let go and replaced,” she said, her voice sounding a bit off, almost as if there was the smallest hint of regret hidden behind her words. “However, I am happy to answer any question that you might have for me,” she finished with a smile. Gone was the regretful tone, replaced by one that was upbeat.
Brooke nodded slowly, understanding her position. “Very well. So… the diapers? My friend and I couldn’t help but notice that you, Emma, and Sofie are all wearing them. Why is that? It’s the flowers, isn’t it?”
Mia nodded. “Yes, you are correct. I too thought it odd, but our founder had a choice when she founded this establishment. She could either destroy a one of a kind and extremely rare flower, possibly to the point of extinction, or live with the side effects and help it grow and to flourish. Something that makes us feel calm, happy, at ease, and at peace with ourselves without getting us high, drunk, or otherwise intoxicated is something that needs to be cherished and loved, not destroyed.”
“Sure has a silly side effect, though,” Brooke said with a chuckle. “What about your level of control?” she cautiously asked.
“I’ve spent the last four years working here, so… I don’t know. If I may speak freely, I don’t mind wearing diapers again. I know it might be seen as taboo, but here we are free of societal norms. Here, we get to say what’s normal. We are free of judgment and we get to live a wondrous life in peace far away from the problems of the rest of the world. Isn’t it nice to not have to worry about what’s on the news? The next big celebrity drama-fest? We still hear things here and there from our guests about current events, but it is surely something that we pay very little mind to because the events that go on out there matter not in here,” she finished, pointing down at the ground. “The amount we get paid here is really rather handsome and if I work ten years, the amount that I’d have saved up would set me up for life.”
“I can see the appeal of working here; it truly is one of a kind,” Brooke said. “I noticed that this place doesn’t really have restrooms, so… does the staff poop their diapers as well?” A deep blush slid across Mia’s face, revealing her answer without saying a word. Brooke felt bad, so she said, “It’s okay. I’m sorry for asking such a personal question. I really shouldn’t have.”
“It’s okay,” Mia said, pushing an errant lock of hair behind her right ear. “Um… yes, sometimes,” she said, answering Brooke’s question rather quickly.
“Hey, that’s fine,” Brooke replied, feeling a little uneasy. “I’m sorry for asking; it’s just this is all brand new to me. I haven’t worn a diaper since I was a baby…” She trailed off for a few seconds. “Oh, I almost forgot! My friend and I keep having trouble walking when these silly things get pretty wet. Do we just have to waddle all the time, or does it get easier?”
Mia’s expression softened, and she smiled again. “Oh, it gets easier the more you wear them.”
“Will we have to wear them the whole time that we’re here?” Brooke asked. “Not that it matters, but…” she said, trying to put her at ease. The last thing she wanted to do was make an enemy out of one of the staff members for saying the wrong thing about such a sensitive topic. Mia nodded back, confirming her suspicions. “Very well.” Brooke stood up, her diaper feeling much, much heavier compared to when they’d come back inside. “Thanks for the chat, but I think it’s time for me to slip into something more comfortable for bed,” she said, feeling the lingering effects of the wine tug at her mind.
“Of course.” Mia stood up with her. “I don’t know if you are aware of this or not, but we offer a changing service for our guests. We have a changing table in the other room, in fact,” she said, gesturing through the doorway and across the hall. “Would you like to see it?”
“I, uh… I think I’m okay for now.”
Mia nodded. “If you say so. Compared to your leaky friend, you might be next to spring a leak. I wouldn’t dilly dally, especially given the state of your protection,” she said, gesturing towards her diaper.
“Yeah, good point. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Brooke said as she started walking away. “What time is breakfast?”
“Whenever you want, miss,” Mia said. “Just use the telephone on the nightstand and one of us will take your order. You’ll find a menu in the nightstand as well.”
