Diaper Date Round Sixteen (Patreon)

We're heading into the home-stretch, I think--I'm going to try and get at least a couple of these up every month from now until it's done. If you're enjoying the story, you can let me know by commenting or leaving a like... and don't forget to vote in the poll.

“I don’t think that’s going to be necessary, Janice,” you say, laying a changing mat down on the bench and smoothing it out. “Not just yet, anyway.”

You reach out and take your date’s hand, leading her away from Janice (who, you note, is pouting after not getting her way.) She allows you to help her onto her back on the bench, reluctant, but happy to be away from Janice’s clutches.

Forcing herself to lay still, she sucks in deep breaths, closing her eyes, a swirling maelstrom of erotic embarrassment building up inside her… especially when you dramatically tear open the tapes of her diaper and fold the front panel down slowly, revealing a sopping wet pussy and a heavily stained diaper. You draw a couple of baby-wipes from the box and take your time, slowly drawing them across her smooth, bare privates, enjoying the sight of her squirming from the cold.

You suppress a smile, pretending not to notice when a pair of college girls walk by giggling. Your date’s blush turns crimson, and she leans back with a groan, turning towards the bench in a vain attempt at hiding her face. “Lift up!” you command sharply, grinning when she obediently lifts her legs and exposes the pale, plump heart of her tushy. Taking her by the ankles, you lift her a bit higher to pull the soppy diaper out from under her, which you quickly ball up and deposit in the trash. After replacing it with a fresh one, you take another baby wipe and use it to clean up her rump, taking time to give it a couple of appreciative squeezes before dusting it with powder. Lowering her onto the new diaper, you repeat the powdering process on her freshly cleaned little pussy. You pat it in softly, taking time to play with her privates a little, enjoying the way she shudders and purrs in response (and the way Janice subtly huffs and pretends she’s not jealous.)

Taking the fresh diaper, you pull it up firmly against her freshly clean and powdered pussy and seal it up nice and tight around her waist, taking the time to tuck the edges into the leg guards. Your Date sighs in embarrassment, but reluctantly complies when you order her up on her hands and knees on the bench, sticking her bulging diaper-butt up in the air behind her for your inspection. She blushes furiously, a small, but steady stream of walkers drifting by and giggling at the sight of her plushly pampered bottom waggling in the air. After making sure everything is properly tucked and fitted, you pronounce her ready to continue playing.

Rising from the bench, she stands in front of you, clad in nothing but her form-fitting t-shirt, socks, shoes, and bulging, crinkling adult-sized pamper. Bending down to pick up her pants, she receives instead a sharp swat to her crinkling rump from Janice, who quickly bends to snatch them away from her.

“I don’t think she should be allowed to wear these anymore, if she’s going to be going around having accidents like that,” Janice says, crossing her arms and looking down at her rival smugly.

Your Date opens her mouth to defend herself, but when she accidentally farts loudly, all she can do is gasp and blush, slapping her hand over her mouth in embarrassment.

Is Janice right? Should Your Date be allowed to wear her pants again?

Yes

No