Back at home, after a good night’s sleep, Rose was taking a break from being a baby. She was in her cute rolled-up jeans shorts and a cream colored blouse with no pacifiers or diapers in sight. They still had two days left in the weekend, and today would be a day just to recover. Brunch tomorrow at Aurora’s house would be fun, and a good chance to talk about what happened, but Rose needed to be with just Ivan for today. She was pretty sure that the other couples felt the same.
“How are you doing hon?” She asked Ivan, bringing him a beer and curling up next to him on the couch with her own.
“I’m okay, it was weird, but I didn’t really get hurt, I guess,” Ivan said, wrapping an arm around Rose. “I’m still worried about you.”
“I’m okay too, I think,” Rose said, sipping the beer. “It was scary sometimes, but weirdly fun. I’m glad we’re going to see people tomorrow, I don’t want things to be weird with Tiffany at work.”
“Why would things be weird with her at work specifically?” Ivan asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Probably for the same reason things might be weird between you guys,” Rose said, sticking her tongue out at Ivan.
“Heh, alright, that’s fair,” Ivan said. “Are you sure you don’t want to know what happened with me?”
“Not details,” Rose said, “Sex and diaper stuff, with the guys, right?”
Ivan coughed. “Yes.”
“And you, uh, liked it?” Tiffany asked, inspecting her beer.
“It’s not the way I would have wanted to try that,” Ivan said, “but it was fun, yes.”
“Do you want to do more of it?” Rose asked.
“I’m not sure, but probably not,” Ivan said. “Not because I didn’t like it, but because I’m dating you, and we don’t add extras. Unless this weekend made you want that?”
“Well I liked it when Aurora and Tiffany played with me when I was little,” Rose said. “But I don’t want to date them.”
“So a little play would be okay with you?” Ivan asked.
“Would it be okay with you?” Rose asked in return.
“Maybe slowly, a little at a time,” Ivan said. “No rushing.”
“That would be okay, and always together, right?” Rose asked.
“Yes, I would like to be there if you play, and if I were to play with uh, Miguel for instance, I would feel better if you were there,” Ivan said.
Rose nodded, taking a big breath and letting it out with a lot of tension. Tension wasn’t the only thing she let out. She was shocked to feel wetness across her crotch and rear. Looking down, she saw a huge wet patch spreading across her shorts. Trying to stop the flow did nothing, even seeing it happen didn’t alert her that she needed to go.
Rose leapt up with tears in her eyes, staring down in disbelief. Ivan stood too, quickly pulling Rose into a gentle hug.
“No no no no,” Rose blubbered. “I didn’t even feel it. Ivan, I’m scared.”
“I’m sorry baby,” Ivan said. “But luckily we have the stuff to help you out.”
“That’s not the point!” Rose cried, “I don’t want to be a baby all the time. I don’t want to wet myself all the time.”
“You will always be my baby girl,” Ivan said, stroking Rose’s hair. “I love you.”
Rose sniffled, whimpered as she said, “You’ll get tired of it.”
“I will never be more tired of it than I love you,” Ivan said. “I will take care of you, I promise.”
“What if it’s like this forever?” Rose asked plaintively.
“I hope it won’t be,” Ivan said, “but it just means that I start changing your diapers regularly now, instead of when you’re eighty. I was already changing them sometimes.”
“I’m sorry I got the couch wet,” Rose said, sniffling.
“Come on baby girl,” Ivan said, “Let me get you changed.”
Rose had been looking forward to a break from diapers, but being picked up by Ivan in a princess carry felt really good. Having him lay her down on a changing blanket on their bed was soothing. They were supposed to have a whole diaper weekend, and it was still the weekend. Rose sighed and wiggled out of her shorts while Ivan pulled them down.
“If you want I’ll build you a changing table,” Ivan said while removing Rose’s sodden panties.
“What, why?” Rose asked, squirming.
“Well if this lasts a while, instead of just for the weekend, it would be handy,” Ivan said. “You seemed to really like it when you got changed on there by Nysa and Aurora.”
“How do you know about that?!” Rose asked, sitting up on her elbows.
“We also got to watch,” Ivan smirked, returning with wipes and pushing Rose back on her back.
“H-how much did you watch?” Rose asked nervously.
“I got a text a little while ago from Miguel,” Ivan said. “He says that Aurora is still having her issue too.”
“Oh my god you watched that too?” Rose asked, covering her face as it burned scarlet.
After thoroughly wiping her, Ivan effortlessly lifted Rose’s butt and set her on a diaper. “She has to pump or it hurts, and she was wondering if she should save it for you. She feels weird throwing it out.”
Remembering the taste made Rose lick her lips. She shivered on the bed and couldn’t answer. Stupid, because Ivan knew her well enough to know what that meant. She might as well have put on a singsong voice and asked Ivan if he’d mind if she sucked on Aurora’s breasts at brunch.
Tenderly, Ivan applied the powder and taped Rose up nice and snug. He sat on the bed next to her and stroked her hair. “Baby girl, do you want me to put some leggings on you, or do you want to be in little girl clothes?”
“Do uh, we still have the onesies that Aurora packed?” Rose asked from behind her hands.
“Lift your arms little girl,” Ivan said. Rose flopped her arms above her head, passively letting Ivan strip her blouse and bra. She barely helped him put the onesie on her, snuggled against him as he carried her back to the couch.
—–
Aurora detached the pump from her breast and cleaned it, storing the bottle in the fridge. She wondered how long she’d be doing this. Miguel’s arms wrapped around her from behind and she leaned into him, sighing.
“Feeling okay, Querida?” he asked.
“I’m okay,” Aurora said, “if we’re okay.”
“Of course we are,” he said, squeezing her gently. “you worried that I’m going to think that you’re weird?”
“It’s hard not to worry about that,” Aurora said.
“Hey, at least you didn’t suck Ivan’s dick,” Miguel said, chuckling. Aurora turned around and smiled despite herself, kissed Miguel on the cheek.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yes, I am,” Miguel said with a shrug. “por cierto, it wasn’t the first cock I’ve sucked.”
“You never told me that,” Aurora said curiously.
“I don’t usually talk about past relationships,” Miguel said.
“I guess I just worry that you won’t think I’m as sexy,” Aurora said quietly. A bit of a non-sequitur maybe, but she had to get it out while she was feeling brave or she never would. Now it hung between them, giving her butterflies in her stomach.
“You are a very sexy woman,” Miguel said, grinning. “A little more every day. I’ve got to say, I like how sensitive they are now.”
“They’ve always been sensitive,” Aurora said, leaning in to kiss Miguel on the neck.
“Yeah but now you can actually get off from just having them touched, or licked in Rose’s case,” Miguel said, gently squeezing Aurora’s breasts.
Aurora moaned softly as tingling pleasure radiated out from her chest. “I think you’re crazy to want to bring that up with them. Even if Rose goes for it, Ivan never will.”
“I know him pretty well now,” Miguel said with a chuckle. “They might.”
Miguel’s fingers brushed across Aurora’s nipples. Even through her shirt and the maternity bra, the touch made her knees tremble.
“If you’re going to do that, take me to bed,” Aurora said.
“Con placer,” Miguel answered, taking Aurora’s hands.
Aurora let her bladder go as they walked, slowly filling up her diaper. By the time she was on the bed, her crotch was swimming in warm, and wet. Miguel bunched her shirt and bra up, making way for his tongue to lightly lap across her nipples.
She cried out in a long, low moan. He was right, she hardly had to touch herself anymore. Didn’t need him inside her, though that was still extremely fun. It was exciting to have a new way to reach her pleasure, luxuriating in the beautiful waves of joy that emanated from the tip of Miguel’s tongue.
Slowly, she bucked her hips against his thigh, humping the wet padding between her legs. With a hand on one breast and his mouth on the other, Miguel was drowning her in delight. It was a long, slow buildup, a climb to the top of a roller coaster of ecstasy. When the drop came, she threw her head back and cried out in a wail of sheer enjoyment.
When she could move again, she slid down on the floor, teasing Miguel’s pants down. She may have underestimated his love of blowjobs, she hadn’t realized he liked giving and receiving.
“Watch out Miguel,” she thought, “you haven’t seen what I can do when this is the main event.”
Miguel’s groan as her mouth and tongue closed around him was everything she hoped for, but the best was yet to come.
—–
Tiffany was stretched out across the plastic card table, legs and arms pulled taut by leather straps. She was not as naked as she’d like to be, her breasts were swaying free but from the waist down she was wearing panties and two pairs of leggings.
Charles flicked a light reed across her breasts again, narrowly missing her nipples. Another thin red line popped up across her newly jiggling breasts.
“Oh, AH!” Tiffany cried out, squirming against her bonds. Every one of those lines was a little strip of fire stoking the bigger fire in her pussy. The pain was light and totally eclipsed by the pain in her bladder.
“So you just fucked that big nasty goat huh?” Charles asked, drawing the reed down Tiffany’s belly. “You begged for it, you wanted him to use you like the dirty nasty slut that you are.”
“Yes, yes!” Tiffany squirmed. “Please, Master, I really have to go now. I’ve been holding it forever. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“I told you how long you’d be tied up for,” Charles said, flicking the reed across Tiffany’s inner thigh. The double padding didn’t protect much against the harder stroke. Tiffany twitched, and gasped as a splash of pee broke loose into her panties. Holding it after that splash was agony, Tiffany writhed on the table.
“Please, I can’t, I can’t…” Tiffany’s head jerked upward and she cried out. Piss flooded her panties. It gushed into two layers of leggings, still dripping onto the table.
“Oh gross,” Charles said. Tiffany whimpered, pulling on the straps until the table creaked. She was panting and moaning together, gyrating her crotch as the liquid seeped further and further into the leggings. She was so close, she tried to beg but all she could manage were the panting moans.
Pressure met her aching pussy as Charles gripped her crotch hard. Tiffany screamed, almost biting her tongue. The orgasms just kept coming, again, and again, Tiffany had lost count. She couldn’t tell the difference any more between pleasure and pain.
When she finally came down from it, she couldn’t tell the difference between sweat and piss pooling under her either. It sent a final shiver through her as she gasped for breath.
Charles was a prince for aftercare as always. A gentle bath and soothing lotion on her breasts was just the start. Tea and a fluffy blanket to curl up in naked was another kind of bliss. She leaned against Charles on the couch for a long time, rocking against him occasionally. He pet her hair from time to time. She had his attention, always, he was never on his phone during aftercare.
Finally, with a great happy sigh, she let the blanket puddle around her waist and hugged Charles.
“Thank you, my love,” Tiffany said.
“Thank you, love,” Charles said, kissing her on the head.
“I guess that proves it,” Tiffany said.
“You really can’t get off without peeing yourself now,” Charles said. “It’s not the end of the world I guess.”
“Hmm, what’s good about it?” Tiffany asked.
“I can edge you forever now if you don’t need to pee,” Charles said mischievously.
“You are such an asshole,” Tiffany said fondly.
“That’s what you like about me,” Charles said.
“I think it gives you too much power, but maybe it won’t last forever,” Tiffany said.
“It’s only been a day,” Charles said. “Anyway, you still up for brunch tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I want to see what everybody thinks,” Tiffany said. “See what the other guys told Aurora and Rose.”
Charles laughed, “I bet Ivan didn’t say much. Though they didn’t end up in the middle of the action as much as I did.”
“Yeah, so we saw,” Tiffany said, smirking. “So when do I get to diaper you?”
“Maybe after brunch,” Charles said. “You’re really okay to go switch?”
“I haven’t ever really tried it, but it sounds fun,” Tiffany said. “I liked doing it to Rose.”
“Still hoping Ivan will sign you up to babysit?” Charles asked teasingly.
“Honestly yes, she’s fucking adorable,” Tiffany said. “They’d never go for it but I wish we could date them.”
“Who knows,” Charles said, shrugging. “This weekend shook a lot of things up. Lets see how brunch goes.
—–
The brunch Aurora had laid out was amazing, Rose’s eyes were as big as the serving plates loaded down with fruit, sausages, pastries, and more. It was her first time in Aurora and Miguel’s house and she found it pretty much as she’d expected. It was all classy, with matching furniture and a little flower bed out front. The dining room, because of course she had a dining room, was dominated by a big eight seater table that was serving food from one end to another.
Ivan handed her a plate. He’d already filled it, and there was way more sausage and cheese on there than she would have picked. Given the choice it would have been pastries and fruit from hell to… brunch. She squirmed, feeling the pullup under her jeans. Ivan had changed her just before they came over, and they were in a weird half-little space that she didn’t quite know how to deal with.
Taking her plate down to the adjoining living room, Rose curled up on a loveseat next to Ivan and munched on a danish.
“There’s champagne for mimosas and a couple of kinds of juice,” Aurora said, bustling around in her apron, pencil skirt, and button up blouse like a fifties house wife. The bulge under the skirt showed that she was wearing too.
“This spread is amazing,” Tiffany said.
“Yes,” Ivan said, “thank you so much.”
“I didn’t make all of it,” Aurora laughed, “All the pastries are from the store. I’m glad you’re all enjoying!”
For a while there was quiet while they all started in on their plates. The quiet stretched out a little too long, with glances exchanged across the living room but no one willing to speak first.
Finally, Rose took a deep breath and said, “That was a pretty crazy weekend. I think we’re all worried that it might be weird between us, but it’s not like we did what we did on our own. Even if we had fun with it, it’s not the way we would have done it without those uh… creatures.”
“I think it only has to be weird if we let it be weird,” Charles said. “We really just need to be willing to talk about it together, and respect each other enough to not talk about it outside the group, and I think we will feel better.”
“I agree,” Ivan said. “I don’t intend to share anything with anyone else.”
“Me either,” Miguel said, Aurora nodded her agreement.
“The other thing we should talk about is that we all got a little bit more, um, intimate,” Aurora said.
A ripple of coughs, nervous chuckles, and red faces went around the group. Rose squirmed next to Ivan.
“I think we all had a lot of fun,” Charles said. “We don’t have to repeat it, but I’m curious if anyone wants to.”
“I had fun,” Ivan said, surprising everyone, even Rose. “I think we would be interested in a small amount of playing, but not polyamory.”
“Aww!” Tiffany said with a wink. “Fair enough, you can play with Charles when I come over to babysit Rose.”
“Tiffany!” Rose complained, realizing too late that she’d slipped into a little-voice.
“Oh no, she sounds fussy.” Aurora said. “I see she didn’t each much on her plate, did you need a different brunch honey?”
“Aurora!” Rose kicked her feet on the couch.
“She IS a little wet,” Ivan said, releasing the waistband of Rose’s jeans.
“Daaaaaddddyyyy!” Rose whined, ending it in a giggle.
“Is everyone alright with us taking care of the baby together?” Ivan asked.
“It’s still the diaper weekend,” Miguel said, to a round of chuckles and nods.
With butterflies in her tummy, Rose found herself laid down on the floor on a changing blanket. Between Charles and Tiffany, Tiffany won the toss to do the change.
“I can’t believe you were brave enough to wet at brunch,” Tiffany said.
“Actually, I can’t really control it anymore,” Rose said, nervously.
“Oh, yeah, I have an uh, ‘aftereffect’ too,” Rose said, unbuttoning Rose’s jeans and pulling them down. “Well if you need a change at work…”
“Isn’t that weird?” Rose asked, squirming her way out of the jeans. “I’ll probably just go to the bathroom and change.”
“It’s not easy to put a diaper on yourself, and a pullup isn’t going to last a whole shift,” Tiffany said, sliding Rose’s pullups down. For a moment as she was exposed Rose felt a bit of panic, but nobody was leering at her. Charles and Ivan were joking about something. Miguel was refilling people’s glasses and Aurora was… heating up a bottle. Rose blushed, shifting her legs apart so Tiffany could wipe her more easily.
“I mean, only if we can do it without it being weird,” Rose said hesitantly. She lifted her rear, both amused and excited that Tiffany had picked the bulkiest, fluffiest diaper out of Ivan’s diaper bag.
“I’ll take care of you,” Tiffany said, patting Rose on the belly. Powder sprinkled on, cool and was patted into place tenderly. Rose was feeling squirmy, enough so that Tiffany had to lean over her and tape the diaper on extra tight.
Rose found Tiffany’s hands on either side of her head, and her friend leaning down toward her. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, delighted at the sweet and gentle touch of Tiffany’s kiss.
Freshly changed, Rose was scooped up by Daddy and placed on Aurora’s lap. The rubber nipple of a baby bottle was placed against her mouth and Rose obediently drank. No one was saying anything about what was inside the bottle, but they all knew. Rose blushed, cuddling up against Aurora to hide her face. That only made it worse, reminding her that she wished she were getting her milk straight from the source. All the feelings built up to tip her over into little-space; she tuned out the conversation around her.
People were laughing and having fun, which made Rose a happy little. She was clean and dry, with a full tummy, which made her just a bit sleepy. Happy and sleepy was a great combination, especially when everyone decided they wanted a turn with Rose on their lap. From Aurora’s soft, vanilla scented lap she went to Miguel’s broad, strong one. He was like Daddy except for his arms didn’t go around her as much.
From Miguel, Rose ended up on Tiffany’s lap, which was more like straddling her friend. They played a fun game of dodge the kisses! Charles was good at holding her safely on his lap, though he made her wiggly when he diaper-checked her.
Finally she was back on Daddy’s lap, being gently rocked by his huge, comforting arms. It would be rude to fall asleep at brunch, obviously, so Rose didn’t, she just rested her eyes a little. She let her thoughts drift a little. Got warm an comfy on Daddy a little.
And fell asleep, a Little.