Yvonne & Nicola 5

As she stood there in her dirty diaper poor Nicola looked so embarrassed with a look of complete helplessness on her face, just like a little toddler. As there were quite a few people out and about enjoying the summer sun and were walking within inches of the two of us, Nicola was beginning to feel self-conscious but I smiled at her and assured her that everything was OK. She felt a great deal more secure with a diaper and plastic pants rather than disposables and I think simultaneously she felt turned on by the whole experience, and I definitely was.

There and then I wanted so much to hold her close to me and cuddle her and caress the sumptuous bulge of the thick padding around her bottom and its contents - it would certainly have been feasible in a more secluded environment. We continued our walk and made our way home, taking short baby steps all the way. By the time we arrived back at the house we were both so aroused with passion that we just stood where we were in the hallway, me backing Nicola against the wall and the two of us groping each other in a frenzy, our mouths glued together.

With no time even to tear our clothes off, I brought one hand up the back of Nicola's dress and massaged the back of her diaper, mushing the poop against her bum, and with the other hand up the front massaging the sodden bulk against her swollen pussy. Nicola had unzipped the front of my jeans which had fallen to the floor and furiously rubbed her nimble fingers over the plastic of my disposable covering my clit, and with her other hand up my t-shirt fondled my breast. In a matter of seconds Nicola had orgasmed inside her diaper and I spurted wave upon wave of cum into my diapers. We collapsed onto the living room settee, spent and exhausted, and fell asleep in each others arms.

The following Wednesday Nicola and myself had just enjoyed a huge evening meal together - heaps of tagliatelle washed down with plenty of red wine. Thus dined and sated and with little energy for anything except to crash out on the settee together in front of the TV, bringing with us the remainder of the bottle of wine, but not before going upstairs to change ourselves into diapers. I opted for the bulk and absorbency of two Molicare super-thick diapers taped on together with a slit in the plastic of the diaper underneath. I then pulled on a pair of soft white plastic panties for extra protection. Nicola, who wasn't feeling too babyish this evening did the same, diapered up in three thick Depends, which actually looked very bulky and babyish along with a baggy pink pair of plastic pants.

We were both sure to be peeing considerably throughout the evening and these would hold out until bedtime. As there wasn't much worth watching on TV we lapsed into idle conversation and, as often as not, we talked about our diaper fetish and big baby fantasies while occasionally feeling each other’s plastic padded crotches or bums to see who had peed more.

Throughout the evening I could feel my bowel movements becoming ever more urgent, as I hadn't pooped at all that day. I had been reluctantly putting of going to the bathroom because I was really enjoying the feel of my cozy, wet diaper and didn't want to take it off just yet. It was then that Nicola came chiming in with the assertion, "just do it in your diaper". I blushed furiously as I had never done this before, at least not as an adult, and although the idea didn't seem totally distasteful to me, it was still a step into the unknown, but tinged with a sudden burst of excitement. I thought to myself, "yes, why not?". Pretending to be coy about the idea I said, "but how do I do it, I mean, I've never done this since I was potty-trained ?"

I still felt slightly insecure about doing it. "It's easy, just stand there, relax and do it - your diaper will hold everything", she said, lightly patting by bottom. Now I knew how Nicola must have felt when she needed to hide when pooping herself. I decided to take the bull by the horns but opted for the privacy 'clause', leaving the room to go into the kitchen. I got as far as the hallway and then realized that I wasn't going to make it to the kitchen. I stopped and stood with my legs parted, my heart was pounding and as I felt the beginning of the huge, firm lump start to exit my bum-hole it seemed as though I was going through a slow-motion experience.

I didn't have to push but the poop started filling my diaper very slowly, making it sag down my thighs, becoming heavier and heavier causing my diaper and plastic pants to crinkle. While this was happening my eyes were virtually on stalks as I kept saying to myself, "I am actually doing a number 2 in my diaper. I haven't done this since I was a toddler. This is what it feels like to be a baby filling its diaper."

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