Yvonne & Nicola 4

Saturday - continued

The spying incident in which Nicola caught me peeking at her while she was soiling her diaper was very soon forgotten and any embarrassment on Nicola's behalf quickly faded into a distant memory. The happy result was that she was no longer coy about doing this in my presence, although occasionally she would revert to her old practice of hiding. She also began doing it much more often - sometimes planned in advance, other times on the spur of the moment, but always deliberately.

Nicola did number two's in both cloth and disposable diapers but always changed her own diaper and thought nothing of it. Sometimes she changed her self immediately afterwards, other times she would wander round the house in her dirty diaper all evening, reveling in the mess and her babyish state. Although acting in this way was commonplace behind closed doors, Nicola had never ventured to do the ultimate in naughtiness – going poop in her diaper..........in public. She came close to doing it a few times, but always refrained when considering the consequence of being identified as the source of the smell.

However, on this particular Saturday afternoon, unbeknown to me, Nicola was about to fulfill her fantasy. Whether she had planned this in advance or had just done it on impulse, I'm still not sure. We decided to go for a walk at our local park and Nicola was intent on wearing a terry diaper with plastic pants under her adult clothes. This was an unusual choice for the summer as the bulk of a cloth diaper was harder to conceal without a coat, but Nicola had a full cut summer dress which was gathered in above the waist with lots of ruffles and pleats, making it very full and loose around the bottom. It seemed to do the job quite well although to the trained AB eye, you could make out the vague bulge of her diaper.

As we strolled through the park, avoiding the most populated areas I held Nicola by the hand as we did on many occasions, partly to serve as a sign of affection between us and also to give Nicola the feeling of being a little girl. We strolled on and on then Nicola held back and stood still. The familiar tell-tale signs told me that she was wetting herself as indeed I could hear the hiss of the torrent of pee as it gurgled around in her diaper. After half a minute we carried on and Nicola seemed to grip my hand just a bit tighter. She seemed to be slightly anxious and was biting her lower lip. Then she held back again and stood still.

This time she seemed to be taking her time and appeared to be gazing into the distance, as though she were in her own little world. At this point I assumed that she had just done another wetting in her diaper, but then she whispered in my ear that her diaper was dirty.