Yvonne & Nicola 3

Thus, with Nicola securely padded and the bulge cleverly concealed under a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a lightweight jacket which just covered her bottom. We set off for Sainsbury's, which was just a few minutes’ walk from home. As we meandered along the aisles with our shopping cart, Nicola would occasionally glance at me with a nervous smile, a smile which also contained a hint of smugness.

It was a special turn-on for her to wear a diaper in public, with lots of people around not knowing her secret. She stopped to look at some of the cheeses in the dairy aisle, but whether she was really absorbed in the selection of cheeses or just taking an opportunity to do something naughty in her pants I wasn't sure at first, but then the tell-tale sign became apparent to me when she stood with her legs slightly parted. I could even make out a muffled hissing sound. As we continued, we ran into one of Nicola's colleagues from work and stopped to chat for a while. The three of us were nattering away for about five minutes when I noticed Nicola parting her legs again.

It was something she did almost without thinking about but yes, once again she began to pee herself, and it was totally thrilling to see her doing this while chatting away, albeit with a somewhat distant look on her face.

As we left the supermarket, Nicola's diaper was now as wet as it could get and as the absorbent padding of the diaper became full and bulky she could feel herself waddling and became slightly self-conscious in case anyone noticed. It was times like this when I felt rather playful and couldn't resist giving her padded bum a gentle slap. This was also one occasion when I realized how much I was in love with this beautiful creature, how cute and vulnerable she looked when she was being such a baby. The minute we got inside and closed the door behind us we were both feeling a little aroused, but not madly passionate at this moment. I placed a hand under her bottom and felt the heaviness of the crotch, and bringing her close to me we instantaneously sought each other's tongues and exchanged a soft but deep, lingering kiss.

Saturday

This is a memorable day for me because of something rather naughty that I did and something which I don't feel particularly proud of, although thank heavens it didn't cause any major upset or loss of trust between me and Nicola. Although at this point we had been living together for a couple of years and I knew all about Nicola's diaper fetish and her occasional needs to be babied (I had changed her wet diaper many times, cuddled her, given her bottle feeds and of course had become a diaper wearer myself), there was still something that Nicola tended to keep to herself, something that she was very shy about doing in front of me. This was when she felt the desire to mess her diaper. When we first set up home together she would only do it when she was alone in the house, then she gradually came around to doing it when I was home, but usually in secret. This would be a familiar scenario. If we were both lounging around the house doing this and that or cuddled up watching TV and if Nicola felt the need to do a wee, she would either sit or lay where she was and let it soak into her diaper or she would stand up and gaze out of the window or occupy herself some other way and just stand there with her legs parted and pee away, regardless of whether I was watching or not. But if she felt a 'number 2' coming along she would pretend to get something from the kitchen and then slip away to one of her 'hiding' places.

We live in a large Victorian 3-story house with lots of nooks and crannies. There is a small, remote room on the top floor which we use as a store room and this was one of her favorite places, her "dirty diaper room" as she later referred to it. Or else it would be a shady corner on one of the staircase landings, or, if she had 'adult' clothes on over her diaper, a quiet corner of the garden.

It was in these places that she would enjoy in privacy what I would later discover to be the most sensually erotic experiences of infantilism. Getting back to the main point of the story. On this particular Saturday afternoon we were both at home doing this and that - I was working at the computer in the living room and Nicola was in and out having a general tidy-up. I was wearing a disposable diaper under my dress and Nicola was wearing a bulky terry diaper and plastic pants, t-shirt and socks. She had been periodically wetting herself because I could smell her pee and her diaper was beginning to look 'full'. She seemed to be just a bit jittery and I had a slight suspicion what she was about to do it sooner or later.

Then when she breezed through the room saying "back in a moment" the naughtiest thought came into my head. Not for the first time either. I had often thought how wonderful it would be to watch Nicola in the act of pooping in her diaper but had always resisted the temptation. As I heard her skimping up the stairs I quickly tiptoed some distance behind her, with my pulse racing and heart pounding. I crept up to the top landing and then stopped, using cupboards, doors and corners for cover, but there, at the end of the small passageway, in the small store-room with the door open, stood baby Nicola. At first she didn't seem to doing much, just standing and gazing out of the window, but I noticed that she had placed a dummy in her mouth. A couple of minutes passed before she turned, slightly, so that she was now in profile.

Then, slowly, she parted her legs with her toes pointing inwards and then slightly bent her knees. She was the very image of a real toddler as she seemed to be totally in a world of her own, staring intently ahead of her. As I inched a bit closer I could see a distinct lump forming in the back of her already bulky diaper. What a sight. And then DISASTER! Whilst I was trying to get a better look the floorboard beneath me creaked loudly and betrayed me. Nicola suddenly turned her face towards me and I will never forget the look of sheer horror on her little face. Still maintaining her stance and with the dummy still in her mouth her cheeks burned with a blush of deep red and her frightened little eyes met mine and for what seemed like an eternity we both stood like statues.

With the shock and embarrassment of being caught spying I let out a torrent of pee into my diaper. Nicola was standing there still making an enormous poop in her diaper and I was standing there wetting mine!