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Diaper Play, Interrupted (Patreon Exclusive)
🕑 Added 2021-05-27 05:38:36 +0000 UTC“Oh, uh, hey mom. No, I-”
“Everything okay?”
“It’s my mom, hold on- Uh huh! Yeah, I remember saying that. Why do you- Oh. Okay, sure. Tonight? Uh… I guess that’s fine? When should I expect- Oh, okay. Yeah. Love you. Buh-bye.”
Adam looked over from the bed, finishing lacing up his white nurse’s shoes.
“So, uh, change of plans,” Erica said, putting down her phone. “That was my mom. And she’s in town. And she’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”
Adam sat up sharply. “Uh, like, is that a hard fifteen minutes?”
Erica shrugged. “You know my mom, she could be early for all I know. She’s just dropping off her things and changing her clothes, though, then she’s got stuff going on with a friend?”
“Well, um. What do we do?”
“Uh…”
Erica looked down at herself, considering how long it would take to change into something presentable. She wasn’t indecent, exactly - there were clothes on her body - but it wasn’t exactly the sort of outfit she’d want most people to see. Especially not her mother.
The short ponytail she’d put up wasn’t too unusual, if a bit odd for her usually sensible styles, but the skimpy top with a cheesy team logo, the ultra mini-skirt, and the pom-poms she had set next to her were definitely out of place on a thirty year old woman who was not currently on any actual cheerleading team.
Perhaps more out of place, though, was the puffy pink diaper sticking out from beneath the whole outfit, decorated with wetness indicator bunny tracks that had started to fade from use. Thanks to the miniskirt’s emphasis on the ‘mini’, the diaper poked out several inches, and if she moved to make the skirt swish, you could even see the bottom pair of sticky tapes that held it in place.
Adam glanced down at his own outfit. Pink and white, 60’s style scrubs, of the sort that would be highly impractical for actual medical use but that Erica had insisted on. It even came with a little paper hat with a red plus sign on it, just for extra emphasis.
As if on cue, Erica’s belly grumbled loudly, reminding them both of the laxatives she’d taken a few hours earlier.
“I guess… I’ll get changed?” Adam said. “I’ll tell your mom you’ve got a migraine and went to lay down, that way you don’t have to take everything off?
“Sure,” Erica said, rubbing at her eyes in annoyance. “She probably won’t need to be here long, but knowing her, she’ll drag it out into an ordeal.”
Pausing, Adam rubbed at the back of his neck. “Um… So how long do you think…”
“I’ll try and hold it?” Erica said, putting a hand to her stomach as it grumbled again. “I dunno. The box said three to five hours?”
Adam smirked, stepping forward to give his wife a kiss on the forehead. “Well, if you’re a good girl and you can hold it, maybe you won’t have to wear diapers to the next cheer meet.”
Erica squirmed a little bit, giggling. “Nooo, you can’t tell them! They’d all make fun of me!”
They’d been planning this scene for a week, including buying the props, costumes, and a variety of cute diapers from an online store. The roleplay didn’t exactly make sense, but it was fun, and incredibly hot, and they were both willing to suspend their disbelief for the finer details.
Adam started to change, hopping on one foot to pull the shoes off his feet, stripping out of the scrubs and tights. Pulling a plain T shirt over his head, he asked, “Where are my pants?”
“Just get a clean pair from the drawer,” Erica said.
“No, but they have my phone in the pocket,” Adam said.
“I’ll call it?” Erica dialed the number, and they both paused, listening for a ringtone.
It buzzed outside, and Adam blinked. “Right, probably in the bathroom hamper.”
At that, they both paled. It wasn’t just their outfits, they… hadn’t exactly been keeping the rest of the house clean of kinky detritus.
“I’ll get the bathroom,” Erica said, “You clean the living room?”
“Got it,” Adam said, running out the bedroom door in just boxers and a T-shirt, past the guest bedroom, bathroom, and down the half staircase that led to the rest of the house.
The living room wasn’t exactly a mess, but it wasn’t exactly clean, and it was a game of I Spy to try and visually sort the general trash from the not-safe-for-moms stuff. An empty shipping box could look innocuous, but have ‘LittleFetishShop’ printed on the shipping label. The two other outfits they’d ordered that were draped over the back of the couch were easier to spot, and Adam tossed them into the box, along with a few receipts from the local adult store.
Spinning, he looked around, grabbing the half-empty package of diapers they’d left on the coffee table while looking at all the designs they’d ordered. A rectal thermometer and a packet of pharmacy laxatives weren’t automatically kinky, but since they’d raise questions, they went into the box too.
Sprinting to the kitchen, he looked around. There was a baby bottle and a few packets of formula sitting in the drying rack by the sink, so that went into the box too, and then he was reasonably confident that he had everything. Running back to the stairs, he skidded to a stop as he heard a knock at the door.
Crap.
“Here!” Erica hissed, waddling out of the bathroom at the top of the stairs, holding up his pants. Besides the pants, she was juggling a couple tubes of lube, a handful of condoms, and a few sex toys they’d left to dry by the bathroom sink, but she managed to toss down the pants and accept the box that Adam passed up to her, rushing into the bedroom and slamming the door behind her.
Hopping to get into the pants, Adam walked to the door, checked the peephole, and opened it, spreading his arms. “Angela!”
“Please,” the older woman said, accepting the hug. Her hair was a natural grey with just the tiniest peppering of black, and the smile lines around her eyes were deep and genuine. “‘Mom’ is fine.”
“How was the drive up from Portland?” Adam asked, as they separated. “The… four hour drive.”
“Oh, it was nice!” She said. “Where’s Erica?”
“She has a migraine, so she’s laying down for a while. Can I help you with your bags?” He stepped past her, taking the suitcase and large purse that Angela had left outside by the door, picking up both the purse and the suitcase in the same hand so he could close the door with the other.
“Oh, I can get my purse,” Angela said, reaching out for it. “Here, just-”
It was a bit awkward to hand it over without dropping the suitcase, so Adam shook his head. “I don’t mind carrying-”
“I’ve got it-”
“No, but-”
Adam blinked, looking past Angela as a box by the door caught his attention. There was a small package that had arrived, and given the only things they’d ordered in the past few days-
God I hope she didn’t read the shipping label, he thought.
It was so distracting that when Angela tried to take the purse from him, he just dropped the whole thing.
The purse hit the floor and, in a bit of serendipity, a few things fell out, completely getting Angela’s attention.
“Crap, sorry!” Adam said, though instead of moving to help Angela, he instead lunged for the package, quickly scanning the label. ‘FetCo.’ Adam bit his lip, really hoping that Angela hadn’t seen the label as he looked around for a place to hide the package and, after a moment of hesitation, shoved it behind the houseplant by the door.
“Sorry about that!” he said, chuckling nervously. “I’ve got butterfingers, I guess.”
Angela stood, looking more at her purse than at him. “Oh, heh, that’s- that’s alright, I should have- Well, it’s alright.”
“So, uh…” Adam rubbed at the back of his neck. “You want my help unpacking?”
“I can get it, I got the bags up here myself!” Angela said.
Adam nodded, then glanced down at the floor by Angela’s suitcase and his eyes went wide. Before Angela could turn around he said, “Uh, wait!”
Angela blinked, frowning. “What?”
“You…” Adam thought for a second. “Haven’t told me about your trip yet. Why don’t I make you a cup of tea and you can tell me all about it?”
“Aww, that’s sweet! I’m sure I’ve got a little time,” Angela said, nodding.
…
Erica sat on all fours on the bed, biting her lip and grunting softly. The laxatives had really kicked into high gear as she was scrambling to clean up the bathroom, and it had quickly gotten to the point where the discomfort of holding it outweighed the fun of waiting for Adam to get back.
So, she gave in, rolling over and deliberately filling up her soggy diaper, feeling the mush spread out against her as she packed her padding full.
Awkwardness of the untimely visit aside, it was very hot. As she finished, she giggled in delight, wriggling her butt in the air and feeling how the mess squelched against her.
Flopping back over, she got into a sitting position, sinking her weight into her stinky diaper and sniffing the air. The diaper contained things pretty well, but the odor was still sharply noticeable, and she giggled again, reaching for her phone on the dresser so she could text her husband.
‘D-doctor… I had a accident… I couldn’t help it!!!’
Part of her was tempted to let her fingers explore beneath the skirt of the cheerleader’s skirt, but she wanted to wait for Adam. It would be so much more satisfying if he were there, and she could be patient… if he hurried up.
Then again… Just a little self play wouldn’t hurt. Rummaging around in her nightstand, she took out her hitachi wand, pressing it into the front of her diaper and flicking it on.
Bzzz-
Erica gasped, grinding into the vibrator, feeling burning pleasure as she felt it work against her, felt her diaper squelch and smush between her thighs, felt all sorts of good feelings that made her want to just abandon all pretenses and run the wand on high until she couldn’t remember her own name.
Biting her lip, she rocked in the diaper harder, reveling in how it squelched, and then her phone buzzed again.
A response from Adam. She expected flirtatious teasing and chiding, the sort that would put her over the edge in an instant at this point, but the text was something altogether different.
‘BABE THERE IS A DIAPER UNDER THE COUCH’.
Her eyes widened, and she shut off the vibrator. ‘Did mom see?’
‘No, I distracted her and we’re in the kitchen now, but I don’t know how long I can keep her busy with tea. I need you to get it!’
Crap, she thought, looking down at her extremely obvious diaper and sniffing. She started to type out a message objecting, but Adam beat her to it with another frantic text.
‘I’ll keep her busy, just hurry!’
His urgency was understandable. If mom saw the diaper, it’d be almost as bad as seeing Erica in full costume.
With no other good options, Erica got to her feet, waddled to the bedroom door, snagged her robe, and crept out into the hall.
She could hear her mother laugh from downstairs in the kitchen. There was no direct line of sight from the back of the couch to the kitchen, so as long as she was perfectly silent, she could get down, grab the diaper, and get back upstairs unnoticed.
One step at a time, her gait a bit awkward from the diaper, Erica moved like a stinky, crinkly ghost.
Sure enough, there was a diaper - pink with blue stripes - just barely poking out from beneath the couch. It had to be one from the assortment pack they’d ordered, lost while they were cooing over how cute all the options were until now. Crossing the living room, Erica bent to grab it.
And, from the kitchen, she heard Adam loudly say, “Oh, no, you don’t- I can get it for you!”
Angela, apparently, ignored him, and footsteps started coming right towards the living room.
Quickly shoving the diaper into her bathrobe, Erica held it tight against her body and stood up just in time for her mom to walk in.
“Erica!” Angela exclaimed, opening her arms and stepping forward for a hug.
Erica stepped back, shaking her head. “Uh- No hugs!” she said. “I think I might be coming… down with something?”
Remembering she was supposed to be having a migraine, she put a hand to her forehead and squinted her eyes a bit. “Adam, do you know where the aspirin is? I couldn’t find any.”
Angela spoke before Adam. “Oh, I’ve got some in my purse! Just a second…” She said, bending to get the aspirin.
Adam was staring at Erica, eyebrows raised in a question, as if to ask, ‘Didn’t you just mess your diaper?’
In response, she raised her own eyebrows and gave the tiniest nod, conveying, ‘Yes, genius, and if we don’t do something fast, mom is going to notice and find out what I’m wearing.’
He tilted his head. ‘Do you have any ideas?’
Erica groaned. ‘If I had an idea, I’d be doing it.’
Angela stood up again, ending the silent exchange as she held out a small travel bottle of aspirin. “Here you go, dear,” she said. As she did, her nose wrinkled, and-
FRRRRTTT-
The sound of a loud, obnoxious fart split the room, and both Erica and Angela looked right at Adam. He was smiling sheepishly.
“Adam!” Both mother and daughter said in unison, though Erica’s shock was mostly feigned.
“Is it windy in here, or is it just me?” he asked, grinning like a court jester.
“Ugh,” Erica said, this time groaning at the joke. “Okay, I’m gonna go lay down again… Thanks, mom.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Angela said. “I hope you feel better before I leave!”
“I think I will.” Erica shuffled away, incriminating diaper tucked away, and got back to her room without another hitch.
…
Adam did ultimately help Angela get her bags upstairs, and then gave his mother-in-law privacy as she got dressed up for her night out with some of her old school friends. She didn’t take long, dressing up in some eccentric long coat that looked like it belonged in the 70s, and then she was, mercifully, gone.
Taking a relieved breath, Adam went back up the stairs and opened the door to find his wife sprawled out on the bed, legs spread and pointed towards him so he had the best view of her heavy, full diaper.
“Sorry,” she said, biting her lip. Only then did Adam notice that she’d removed her top, and her breasts were just covered with the pom-poms. “I was a little naughty while you were gone… I had all these feelings and I couldn’t help it!”
No time for a costume, but he did slip the paper hat back on and grab the stethoscope off their dresser as he kicked off his pants. “Well, let’s see if I can’t find out just what sort of medicine a naughty, stinky little girl needs, okay?”
