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Staycation Part 1: A Mostly Fictitious Story
🕑 Added 2022-04-16 01:03:21 +0000 UTCI've been such a busy little kitten over the last while and have had next to no time to decompress so when the day finally came for the week long staycation I had been planning with my friend Mike I was so excited! I counted down the minutes until I finished my big life responsibilities and then instantly began to pack all of the things for our week of adventures.
Of course, I had the usual clothes, snacks, my cutest PJs. Then there was my stuffed penguin, pacifier (okay, I brought two 'cus I wanted two colours), some games to play, yummy drinks and juice boxes just in case I got low blood sugar, and finally as I was ready to race out the door I threw in my diaper cream, boosters and new pink mega max's that make me feel the absolute cutest ever. I grabbed all my bags, said bye to my cat, turned out the lights and then, it was off to Mike's house!
As I raced out the door I texted my cat sitter to let her know the house was ready for her and I jumped in the car and drove off down my usual route. I like this way because it is a straight line and so is super easy to get lost in my playlist or random thoughts as I drive . . .
I was just about to warn Mike that I was getting close to his house when I realized: I left the boosters on my nightside table beside my special box with all my paci's and hair bows and other cute things and oh goodness, I left all the dips on the floor next to my dresser. I had a moment of panic and when I got to Mike's house he could see it on my face. "What's wrong kitten?" he asked. "Well, I maybe forgot to put away everything after I packed my bag . . ." my voice tapered off at the end as though I was withholding something. "Oh? What do you mean by 'everything'?" I got all shy and looked at the ground and mumbled "Like my diapers and things". My hands were folded behind my back and my shoulders tipped slightly forward indicating my shame around my hastiness. I slowly looked up at him, a bit worried of what he would say. He's always the nicest ever but I know I can be so silly sometimes and forgetful, especially when I get so excited.
"Oh goodness. Well, let's hope your friend doesn't pay too much attention then I guess, eh? You probably don't want her finding out your secret." He smirked a curious smirk as he grabbed my bags and turned to walk toward his house. I paused for a second lost in the thought of what might happen if she did come across my diapers . . . What if she did notice and decided to look . . .
"Are you coming Kitten?" He called. I realized I had paused a bit too long. "Yep, I'm coming! Just a sec!" I yelled back before letting out an exhale and skipping down the pavement to his front door.
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My back arched as I felt him apply pressure to my wet diaper. The padding of the super full booster pushed slightly against my cl*t and I moved my hips into it as I breathed deeply. His lips wrapped around my right nipple and I turned toward him, breathing in the warmth of his hair. My right hand lingered at the top of my waistband. I wanted desperately to move my hand lower and feel just how wet I was but I knew it wasn't time, not just yet. I moved my left hand along my ribs and up toward my left breast and began to massage as I let out a light moan.
"What a good girl you are. Do you like when I rub your wet diaper?"
I could barely respond I was breathing so deeply and so enthralled by all the sensations but I knew that was part of the fun. It made me want to respond even more but the thought of it sped up my heart and I forced myself to gulp and take a deep breath before speaking softly: "Mhm. It feels really, really good."
He slowed down and I finally was able to catch my breath. "Do you think it would be okay if I played with myself too?" His interest piqued. "Yeah? Does Kitten want to feel how wet she is inside her diaper?"
"Mhm" I said and giggled as I squirmed against the sensation of his hand rubbing the smooth outside of my soaking wet diaper. I heard the subtle crinkle as he moved his hand up and down and applied slightly firmer pressure with each stroke. I let out another light moan. "I think I would really like that, if it is okay with you."
"I want to watch how you like to play," he responded, and I knew it was time now.
I could feel his full attention on me as I slowly moved my hand down past my waistband, and let my fingers slip slightly inside me, feeling the warmth of my wet diaper against my skin and the delicious stickiness of cum surround my fingers. I giggled again as I felt just how wet I was. It turned me on to feel what my body did in response to how he touched me. As I stroked upward and felt my fingers glide over my clit, he repositioned his hand around my throat, holding me firmly in place. I opened my mouth and made a small gasp for air.
I felt his lips move closer to mine, hovering and building anticipation. My pelvis tilted involuntarily as I surrendered to the full range of pleasure I was experiencing. I started to breath heavier as I stroked my p*ssy. He took my nipple in his mouth again and this time sucked a little harder. Each time he would release I fell further into the turn-on that ran through me. I could feel my body starting to pulsate and I nuzzled into him further. It felt safe, familiar . . . And as I sighed into the warmth of him, and felt the comfort he offered - that contraction - I felt a pull for expansion. A wave of excitement ran through my body and I felt my hips shake and my back arch once more as I let out one final moan, his hand still around my throat.
He held it there a bit longer as I continued to rub myself under my diaper. Then as I removed my hand, he released my throat and dragged his fingers gently down my body until his hand was over the front of my diaper. He applied firm pressure that sent tingles running through me. I shuddered and then a smile crept across my face and I rolled into him even further. "Did you have fun?" he asked. I nodded, "Mhm. Very much." He must've noticed something behind my expression because he tilted his head slightly in that moment and looked deeper into my eyes, asking if there was something else. "Well," I said as I got all shy again and looked away from him slightly "I was thinking," I said, my eyes glued to his chest as I sensed his gaze upon me, "What do you think would happen if my cat sitter did notice my diapers . . . ?"
