On The Road Again - Chapter 30 (Patreon)

When Isla finally got up and looked at the time on her phone, she was surprised to see that it was already nearly the time when all the girls were meant to gather again and head to the carnival for food and a night out.

“Oh wow! Yeah, we better get ready,” Isla said, still out of breath from their shower play.

“Do we have to go?” Jill groaned, not eager to get off the shower floor.

“Hey, we still have your challenge to do, remember?” Isla said with a smirk. Jill’s eyes widened in remembrance, and she jumped to her feet.

“Right!” She said. “I’ll grab the vibrator!”

Jill rushed out of the bathroom, not bothering to finish drying the rest of her damp, nude body. Isla chuckled and padded her chest down with a towel. Suddenly, Jill burst back into the bathroom, holding the c-shaped vibrator.

“Here!” She blurted out. Isla just laughed.

“What do you want me to do with that now?” Isla asked.

“Well, put it in, I guess?” Jill explained.

“Let’s dry off first, then when you’re putting me in a fresh diaper, you can include that!”

“Right,” Jill replied. “Yeah, that makes sense. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry; it’s sweet.”

Jill smiled, grabbed a towel, and began finally drying herself off. Then, the girls took turns blow-drying and fixing up their hair before finally putting on new touches of makeup that were washed off in the shower. When they were all clean and ready, they both stepped out to their sides of the bed and began planning their evening outfits.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna go a dress and tights again; I just hope I’m not forced onto any rides that may reveal anything,” Isla explained as she pulled out her clothes.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I think I have a similar thing,” Jill replied. Isla and Jill laid out their outfits on the bed and examined each other’s choices. Isla had picked a colourful plaid dress with black tights, whereas Jill picked out a snug-fitting black and white dress with black tights.

“Let’s just hope the diapers are covered! Are you…” Isla started a question, and Jill picked up her meaning.

“Oh yeah, there’s no way I’m not now!” Jill laughed.

“Alright, well,” Isla said while reaching into her luggage. “On the bed!”

Isla pulled out another thick, white adult diaper and baby powder from her bag and carried it over to the bed, where Jill was already positioning herself on her back. Jill looked at Isla’s luggage and raised an eyebrow.

“Are you going to run out of diapers before this trip is over?” Jill asked.

“I don’t think so? I mean, this is embarrassing, but I brought enough for Kennedy, Heather and me to wear two a day each, so…” Isla explained.

“Wait, that means…six a day, seven days…” Jill multiplied in her head. “Forty-Two diapers?? How did you fit them all in your luggage?”

“Well, they’re not all these big thick ones. Some of them are just pull-ups. But yeah, I was running tight on room!”

“I could imagine. Well, if the way we’ve been using them is any indication, you’ll be out by the end of the week!”

Isla laughed and began diapering Jill. The words that Jill finished her sentence with, “end of the week,” stuck in her brain after she said them, and after a quiet moment, just after Isla tapped her in, Jill asked a quiet question.

“What happens once we reach the end of the week?”

“What do you mean? If we still have diapers, I can give you some!” Isla offered.

“Not that. I mean, at the end of this trip. What happens?” Jill asked, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, I see,” Isla replied, her tone finally matching Jill’s. “Well, the real answer is Kennedy drops me off, and I head off for school the day after.”

Isla, still nude, sat down on the bed next to Jill, still laying on her back and looking blankly at the wall in their hotel room.

“So that means this is just for the week then,” Jill said definitively.

“You don’t know that! Why do you say that?” Isla replied, trying to comfort her. Finally, Jill sat up.

“I know we’ve not known each other like this for long, but…now that I do know you like this, I don’t want to lose…this…you know?” Jill said.

“I know what you mean,” Isla replied. “Trust me; I’ve been trying not to think about it.”

“But you have been thinking about it?”

“A little. Sometimes someone will say something, and I think, ‘right, my life is about to change.’ I’m about to go to school and be a responsible adult. And I’m leaving my life behind for the most part. I’m leaving the home I grew up in, the town I know so well, my mom, and my friends. At the end of the day, this trip was always expected to be the last one,” Isla paused. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to enjoy it. Heather seems keen on bumming us out with her reminders, but I just want to live it. Enjoy it. And You’ve been such a pleasant surprise and distraction.”

“Yeah, but the week will end, and then what?” Jill asked.

“I don’t know,” Isla replied. “Maybe…no.”

“What?”

“I don’t wanna say it,” Isla frowned.

“Just say it. We should have this conversation now rather than at the end of the week when we have no time to.”

“Well…maybe this is just one of those things not meant to last. Its fate, cursing us to have not too much of a good thing,” Isla explained.

“So, once the week is done, that’s it? This is over?” Jill asked. Isla lowered her head and looked at her hands.

Isla nodded. Jill sighed. “You’re probably right.”

“I don’t want to be right!” Isla argued.

“I don’t want you to be right either. But, it is what it is. This week is a self-contained, firecracker sexual experience. It’s best we not get our emotions involved and just make it the best we can. Then once it’s done, we can both walk away satisfied.”

“I don’t think there is a scenario where this week ends and I don’t get emotional,” Isla confessed.

“Yeah, neither, but it’s going to help that we’re deciding this now. Then we know it’s coming, and we’ll be better prepared to face it. Alright?”

Isla, nearing tears, wrapped her arms around Jill. “Even if the week ended right here, it would have been the most exciting experience of my life.”

“Same,” Jill said, hugging her back. Isla pulled her head off Jill’s shoulder and kissed her.

“Alright,” Isla said. “No more soppy talk. I’ll take one thick adult diaper with a side of remote-controlled vibrator now, please!”

“Coming right up.”