Chapter 6

Monday morning at quarter to nine, Janie and Sam stood in the lobby of the office building downtown, waiting for the elevator. Sam shifted her weight, clenched her muscles around the plug she had been wearing on and off for two days.

“I’m surprised you didn’t hit the bars anymore,” Janie said, glancing at her phone. “Are you pining for Luca or something?”

“No, no. He’s amazing and all, but I know it was a one-time thing. I… uh… I did what I wanted to do, and I don’t feel the pressure anymore.”

“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie.”

“If I meet someone nice, I will totally go for it, of course.”

Janie laughed. “Of course.” The elevator chimed, and she waited for Sam to get in. “You’re sure you don’t wanna start with the regular rooms?”

Sam grimaced. “After watching half of your movies, the regular stuff sounds a bit lame. But I haven’t really decided between rooms Three and Four.”

“In that case skip number three. If you want to play with a straitjacket and leg restraints, we have all of that at home.”

When they entered the Serenity Suites, Lara was already standing behind the counter, an open, professional smile on her lips. This time she wore a purple onesie and, judging from the faint smell, there was more than just pee in her diaper. She didn’t seem to be in the least bit self-conscious.

“Welcome back, Sam,” she said after taking her dummy out. “How can I help you?”

Sam swallowed. “I would like to try Room Four. But… I can leave whenever I want?”

“This is a spa, sweetie,” Janie said. “Of course you can leave at any time. But if you stick around, I’ll pick you up for lunch. There’s a pretty good sushi place downstairs.”

Lara reached under the counter and slid a pink adult-sized onesie toward Sam. “I think this one should fit. The lockers for the special rooms are on the right. Leave your clothes and underwear in a locker and change into this. Our attendant Talia will pick you up and give you the rest of your gear. Please enjoy your stay.”

Sam took stock of her situation. She was well-padded, wearing a bulky diaper with a thick plastic cover under her onesie. An adult-sized dummy dangled from a string that was clipped to her collar. Her hands were rendered useless – stuck in mitts and locked at her wrists using magnetic locks. And the booties! Locked-on as well, with dull spikes on the insides of her soles.

She tentatively put weight on her left foot. The spikes wouldn’t break her skin, but it got uncomfortable pretty fast.

I guess I’ll be crawling.

The room was large and painted in soothing pastel colors, the floor soft and padded, with bright sunlight filtering through partially closed blinds, and huge cushions strewn everywhere. Even this early, half a dozen women were already there, sucking on dummies and watching cartoons on the wall-mounted screen.

With some effort, Sam managed to maneuver her own dummy into her mouth. It was bulbous, with a subtle taste of strawberry, and sucking on it felt strangely soothing. When the pressure from her bladder became stronger – the result of three glasses of water at breakfast – she forced herself to relax and let it run. Blushing, she looked around, but nobody paid her any mind. The diaper soaked it all up, and her skin stayed perfectly dry.

Huh. It sure is convenient.

The time passed, but there was no clock to measure it. Talia made her rounds, feeding everyone with adult-sized baby bottles. Sam alternated between watching cartoons, looking out of the window, and napping in one of the cribs. The city below was busy, with people rushing from one place to another. It didn’t concern her. Wearing the diaper was arousing to a degree, and the pictures from Waddle and Riot were playing in her mind.

Gosh! I wish I had my vibe. She stared at her hands. Not that I could even hold it.

When nobody was looking, she rubbed her mitted hand over her crotch. But between the thick mitt and the padding of the pee-soaked diaper, she didn’t feel anything.

“I’m afraid that won’t work,” Talia said.

Sam turned around. “I didn’t–”

“It’s all right, my dear.” She smiled, ruffling Sam’s hair. “I’ll give you some relief when you’re due for a diaper change.”

“I… uh…” Sam patted her crotch. “I already went…”

Talia chuckled. “That’s a high-capacity diaper. You can pee all day, and you’d still be dry. But I’ll change you when you’ve made a stinky.” She pushed the dummy into Sam’s mouth. “We call it our ‘happy change’ – it’s something to look forward to, little one.”

A couple of women had crawled over to the changing room, each of them returning shortly after in fresh diapers, looking even more relaxed than before. Sam thought she heard moans from behind the door, but she wasn’t sure.

The heavyset brunette sitting against the opposite wall lifted her butt a little. She had watched the TV for a while, but now she looked very focused. A grunt escaped her lips.

Jeez, she’s pooping!

The woman looked over, winking at Sam as she rubbed her butt on the padded floor. Sam quickly averted her eyes. The unmistakable smell wafted over, but the brunette didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get changed. She continued watching the cartoons on TV as if nothing had happened.

Sam’s stomach rumbled, and she felt a pang of hunger. How late was it? Janie would soon come by for lunch – it was now or never. She had seen and done so much in just a few days! It was just one more thing to try; another thing she had seen her aunts do in their movies.

Don’t chicken out now! Nobody at home will ever know!

As she pushed, she felt her bowels open. She leaned back, pushing past the point of no return. The warm brown mush hit the seat of her diaper, and the smell was impossible to miss. The brunette gave her a knowing smile, then turned back to her cartoons. Her face beet red, Sam finished what she had started, making the stinking bulge grow to a size that was impossible to hide.

Jeez! What do I do now?

Unable to walk in her spiked booties, her hands stuck in mitts, and the diaper locked on, she felt more helpless than she ever had before. Frozen, she focused on the warmth on her skin. Her soaked diaper was already swollen so much that closing her legs was impossible.

After a moment’s hesitation, she sat down hard, making the mess spread inside her diaper. The bulge was gone, but now part of it had shifted to the front.

“Oh my,” she heard Janie’s voice. “That smells like a big one. Did you ask Talia for a change?”

Sam shook her head, spitting out her dummy. “Not yet.”

“You don’t have to be shy; it’s her job. But I can ask her if you want.”

“Is it time for lunch?” Sam asked.

“No, no, sweetie, I just wanted to check on you. I’ll be back in an hour.”

Talia had to finish up with another woman before she asked Sam into the changing room.

“Ohhh, look who’s finally done her stinky,” Talia said, giving her a warm smile. “Come on, little one. I’ll get you squishy clean.”

Sam crawled into the room, feeling the load inside her diaper shift as she moved. She blushed, keeping her eyes on the floor.

Talia knelt down to unlock her booties. “Please hop on the table.”

The changing table was comfortably padded and already laid out with a fresh plastic sheet. Sam lay on her back and stared at the assortment of farm animals painted on the ceiling.

“Ready for your happy change?” Talia asked, grabbing a massive, mains-powered vibrator.

“Now? I… uh… I’m really dirty.” Sam’s face turned an even brighter shade of red. “It’s absolutely everywhere.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Talia said, rubbing Sam’s padded front. “Many of our naughty girls like to come with a poopy coochie, and the naughtiest even pee or poop while they’re getting relief. But if you’d like to do it after…”

Sam swallowed. In Dirty Duel, the latex-clad gameshow assistant had ripped orgasm after orgasm from her aunts’ defenseless bodies. Tied up and thoroughly covered in filth, they had been even more helpless than she was right now. Her heart was racing, and her hands were sweaty inside her mitts.

She exhaled. “I… uh… I’d like to try it, please.”

“Okay.” Talia picked up the dummy and pushed it into Sam’s mouth. “Don’t worry, little one, this vibe is so strong, it’ll get you there, even through all that stuff.”

Talia flipped the switch and pressed the industrial-strength vibrator on Sam’s crotch. If her cute little vibe at home buzzed like a busy bee, this impressive tool growled like a lion. Her muscles contracted. She squirmed on the table, moaning and biting down on the strawberry-flavored dummy.

There was no slow buildup, no sophisticated teasing patterns. The thing oozed raw, unbridled power, and Talia didn’t let up.

Sam spat out the dummy. There was no way to draw things out; it was overwhelming and impossible to resist. When she came, after less than a minute, the orgasm was her strongest to date – brain-frying, earth-shattering, universes-colliding. Her bladder emptied itself into the diaper. Her bowels squeezed out the last bit that was left inside her.

She couldn’t have stopped anything, even if she wanted to.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. What the Hell was that?!

Drenched in sweat, her legs trembling and her whole body tingling, she took shallow, ragged breaths. She had no doubt that everyone on the floor had heard her scream.

“That was beautiful, little one,” Talia said, turning off the vibrator. “Let’s get you changed, shall we?”

When Janie picked her up half an hour later, Sam was still recovering from her experience. After her orgasm, she had seen and smelled the full extent of her mess – Talia had held the full diaper under her nose for confirmation – but she had been too drained to even be embarrassed.

She opened the locker in the locker room and collected her clothes.

“Would be a shame to throw out a clean diaper,” she mused, patting her crotch. “Do you think it would show under my dress?”

Janie shrugged. “Unless you pee a lot, nobody will notice.” She giggled. “And even then, it wouldn’t be the only weird smell on the subway.”

The door opened, and a young man in a janitor’s uniform, carrying a mop and a bucket, walked in. When he noticed Janie and Sam, he stopped in his tracks.

“Sorry! Didn’t know you were in here. Lara said someone spilled soda over there, and the floor’s all sticky.”

Just one look at him made Sam’s heart beat faster. He was a lean boy who didn’t look older than twenty, with brilliant green eyes and short-cropped blonde hair. His shy, slightly uncomfortable smile made her like him immediately.

“That’s fine, don’t worry,” Janie said. “Mika, meet Sam, my niece. She was thinking of working here and obviously, she needed to experience the business from a customer’s perspective.”

Mika nodded politely. “Pleased to meet you, Sam.”

Sam looked down on herself. Sweaty, still wearing the onesie, with her dummy dangling from its string. At least her diaper was clean, even though it smelled like baby powder.

Jeez! He probably heard me scream the place down, she thought, her face heating up.

“Pleasure,” she mumbled, her eyes firmly focused on her feet.

“Mika works here part-time as a janitor. He’s hard-working and super smart; I’m glad we have him. He studies engineering at the university.”

“First year,” he said, blushing slightly.

”Sam still has to finish her senior year, but she’s considering studying here,” Janie said, putting her arm around Sam. “We already had a little stroll across campus–”

“C-could you show me everything?” Sam blurted out. “The campus, I mean?”

“I… uh… I have to finish my shift, but I’d love to. How about tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Sam said, nodding. They stared at each other, Sam fidgeting with her hair, Mika still clutching his mop. Neither of them moved.

Janie shot them an amused smile. “This is the point where you guys should exchange phone numbers. That’ll make it a whole lot easier to meet up.”