Diaper Sorority - Part two

Author – Penthouse Variations magazine

By morning, I was soaking wet and Claire (who was a bedwetter anyway)

had overflowed her diapers and baby panties and wet the bed, leaving

soggy yellow stains. After breakfast and some more fooling around, both

Claire and I were diapered and given skimpy little outfits that barely

covered our diapered bottoms. In fact, when I sat down you could see my

diapers pressing against the elastic leg openings of my baby panties.

Then we were sent off to the nearest public Laundromat with all the

sorority's soiled diapers and plastic panties to wash and fold.

The humiliation of possibly being seen dressed in diapers let alone

washing this mess was strangely exciting to me. I think Claire was also

enjoying the "danger" of being caught. Combined with the feeling of the

thick diaper rubbing between my legs, the slippery vinyl panties made

the slightest movement stimulating and my diaper was becoming damp all

over again. About half way into this chore I felt my stomach begin to

growl and soon my bowels were stirring unmercifully. Bending over a wash

load I turned and looked at Claire who was a little pale and squirming

all over the place. "Oh my God, I have to poop real bad," she whispered

to me with growing urgency. "I know, me, too," I said, "we better find a

bathroom."

We both looked around the Laundromat and the only bathroom was padlocked

from the outside. I was straining to hold it in and Claire was almost

crying again, afraid to take even a step. Then I saw her kind of twist

and do a little turn and the look of panic in her eyes told me

everything I needed to know. Within seconds I was rocked with a violent

bowel cramp, took two steps toward the bathroom and felt a huge, wet

poop squish between my cheeks, creep up my butt and fill the back of my

diaper. Two more cramps and I was finishing up with a rush of wet potty.

Claire looked just like a toddler, waddling with a big mess in her

pants. To add insult, two guys wander into the Laundromat ready to wash

their clothes. They hardly put their stuff into a washer when it became

very apparent that both Claire and I had pooped our pants. I have never

been so embarrassed in my life, walking around trying to finish the wash

(folding big stacks of diapers and such, no less) with a huge wet mess

in my panties squishing around every time I took a step.

Luckily, we were close to finishing when two of our sisters walk in to

"help" us. "What's that smell?" said one in a loud voice.

"I think our babies have pooped their panties," says the other.

"Well, we better get them changed, don't you think?' says the one, and

in no time they've got Claire lying down in the back on a folding table

with her diapers off, cleaning her up. By this time the guys are in

hysterics watching us get our wet, poopy diapers changed. The so-called

chocolate milk we drank the night before in our bottles was loaded with

laxatives and this whole thing were planned. With fresh diapers on and

the laundry done, we headed back to the sorority house.

Next it was a trip to the local mall. In the company of two more

sorority sisters, we purchased all sorts of very juvenile sleep sets and

other clothes. We were made to try everything on which meant stripping

to our diapers and baby panties, sometimes in common dressing rooms. In

the middle of a kid's clothing store (Claire was a tiny thing and still

fit into all sorts of little girl style clothes), the laxative finished

its job. I didn't even pretend to fight the urge this time, letting the

poop pass freely into the seat of my panties. When I was finished

pooping, I felt the flow of warm urine fill my crotch. Within minutes,

one of my escorts noticed the aroma and, right in the isle of the store,

lifted my skirt up and checked my diaper. I was taken back to a fitting

room and changed right on the floor from a supply of diapers one of the

girls were keeping in a large diaper bag.

With the weekend coming to a close, I was bummed about having to go back

to wearing regular panties. Just the thought of diapers and plastic

panties now made me quite juicy and I came to regard diaper changes with

charged enthusiasm. Plus by Monday morning, I wasn't sure I could be

trusted out of diapers. In fact, almost half the sisters wore diapers

24-hours a day and everyone was required to sleep in diapers and plastic

panties or disposable diapers (your choice).

House rules also included a changing regimen that proved to be quite

interesting. You were not allowed to change your own diapers even if you

we’re soaking wet or thoroughly messy. Each week a number of sisters were

designated nannies, we all rotated shifts, and only one of the nannies

could change a dirty diaper.

Each girl had her own style and there were always sexual implications.

Nannies were completely in charge; we were to obey at the risk of

discipline if we misbehaved. If time didn't permit a full interlude, you

were always teased, keeping us fully charged most days.

While some of the girls were dedicated lesbians, most of us used this as

a release until relationships could develop with men outside the

sorority. However, diapers were required on all dates. I still remember

my first real date after joining the sorority. I had been flirting with

a produce guy at the local market since arriving at school. After

months, he finally asked me out. The first date ended only with a very

passionate kiss good night. But the second date got very interesting.

After dinner and a movie, I had thoroughly soaked a thick diaper under a

cute little pair of pink plastic panties. After the movie, we drove to a

remote part of the campus and started making out and petting pretty

heavily.

Brian was a seasoned, considerate lover and easily the best male partner

I'd experienced since starting school. He was all over me but in a

gentle and highly erotic way. He fondled my nipples and gently stroked

my breasts until I was creamy. Then he stuck his hand up my skirt.

I'd forgotten all about my special underwear. It took us both a minute

to grasp the reality of the situation. I was so used to being fondled

wearing wet diapers and so involved in the moment, I hadn't given his

advances any special consideration until he suddenly whispered to me and

asked me what I was wearing. I couldn't lie but I couldn't talk either.

So I just lifted my skirt to show him.

Even in the relative darkness there was no mistaking my bulging diapers

and the shine of my plastic baby panties. He just grinned a little and

went right back to rubbing me through the baby panties.

"Let's see if baby needs a change," he said after a few minutes. I was

highly aroused and hardly in any position to deny his advances by now.

As he gently slipped his finger under the elastic leg opening of my

panties and stroked my wet ass I was mentally begging him to screw me.

"Looks like baby needs a change," he said as he firmly grabbed my left

ass cheek and smoothly moved between my legs to my dripping vagina. In

seconds, my skirt was up around my waist and he was slipping my baby

panties around my ankles. The soft aroma of wet diapers was driving me

further to the brink as he unzipped and unbuttoned his own pants,

revealing to me his own excitement. As much as I desired him inside me,

I wanted to show him how grateful I was he didn't go running from the

car the minute he realized I was wearing diapers. Admiring his stiff

penis and gently stroking his balls and pubic hair, I swung around and

licked his dick repeatedly, finally placing the entire shaft deep into

my mouth and throat.

Expecting him to cum instantly (which had been my experience with every

other boy till now), I was letting myself really go. Between the aroma

of my diapers, the smell of his cock and the wet cloth rubbing me as I

gyrated, I exploded, feeling my excessive as orgasmic juices flow freely

from me as my pee had been earlier. Ever so close himself, Brian

withdrew and swiftly slipped me back on to the seat and unpinned my

diapers.

As I lay in my moistness, he plunged into me, bringing me right back to

outer space. He moved back and forth, slowly at first, allowing me to

feel him deep inside me while the base of his shaft coddled my clitoris

again and again. My head spun in six different directions as dove into

me, faster and faster. Finally, grabbing his firm little buttocks and

slamming him into me, we both came in a sweaty rush of mind numbing

orgasm.

We lay together in seething exhaustion for what seemed like an hour. I

was actually falling in and out of consciousness when without a thought

I started to wet. He was still deep inside me, semi flaccid when the

potty ran over his balls and penis and rushed between my legs and ass

and gathered beneath me. Like a magic spell, the warm potty brought

Brian back to instant erection, filling me again.

And, as we lay together, my wetness spilling over both of us, we made

love again, cumming in glorious unison after at least another 15 minutes

of furious pumping. By the time we stopped, the whole car smelled of

potty and sex and I had left a huge wet stain on Brian's back seat. He

gave up his tee-shirt to wipe up the mess in the car. Of course, I

didn't have any dry diapers with me but Brian just repinned my wet ones

and slipped my plastic panties back over them so I wouldn't soak the

front seat on the ride home.

The 20 minute ride back to the sorority house was a quiet one. Although

I had a million things to say to him, I couldn't quite get anything out.

I was physically exhausted and very nearly unconscious, as if I had

taken drugs. Back at the house, we spent a long good-bye, necking almost

to the point I was ready to do him again. I hardly noticed as I stepped

out of the car the slight pressure and stuffiness in my tummy.

Not more than five steps towards the door, my ass opened like a trap

door and two huge wet poops filled my already soggy didy. What a night.

I knew when the Nanny discovered my poopy diapers; I'd be in a lot of

trouble!

Sure enough, I was spanked for pooping my pants, bathed, pinned into a

heavy night diaper and put to bed. Drifting off to sleep, I again felt

the warm rush of potty filing my diaper.

I have turned into a chronic bedwetter and even wet my pants during the

day in class. Often forgetting I'm not in diapers has caused me some

very embarrassing moments, which always leads to some very interesting

and provocative discipline. In fact, I prefer wearing diapers to

panties. But I guess that's life as a Delta Baby.