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The Kalos region was famous for its beautiful weather, friendly people, and of course, the pokemon that were local to it, all of which Ayumi couldn’t wait to see. Coming from Pallet Town had made travel seem exotic and exciting to the adventurous young woman, and despite having gone through most of her own region by herself, she was all too happy to spend some time exploring the rest of their wonderful, beautiful world, although she was especially excited about picking Kalos to begin her adventure due to one reason: the giant rock that was situated firmly in Anistar City.

Well, technically it wasn’t a rock! It was a huge sundial, something that kept time through Anistar City better than any clock that ticked merrily inside of the many buildings in the area. She’d heard rumors as well, through Professor Oak and the others in Kanto that had been through Kalos, that there was something more to its purpose than just keeping time. Ayumi was excited to see what secrets it held, and she practically hopped off of her flight in order to find her bags and be on her way.

The Santalune airport was clean and bright, and Ayumi was able to find her way fairly easily, her blue skirt flouncing around her thighs as she hopped and skipped through the different sections. She’d dressed for the sunny day outside by keeping things simple and light: a black and white t-shirt that was sure to let her body breathe, and the same blue skirt that made her legs feel breezy and free. It was just modest enough to tell everyone she came across that she was simply another adult pokemon enthusiast, not a little girl on her own. Both the skirt and her shirt helped as she hurried toward the baggage claim, panting from the exertion and heat, and after picking up her bag she was off.

While Ayumi was very happy to find her own way, she also realized halfway through looking at one of the airport maps that she might have been in over her head. Kalos was a whole new environment, after all, and she was probably better off asking for directions from a local.

Spotting a Pokemon Center nearby allowed her to let out a breath of relief. Those were always present in every region, and she could get handy, reliable advice and directions from the nurse there. Plus, she might meet some cute pokemon in the process!

It was decided: she would go to the Pokemon Center to ask for the best route to Anistar City.

Of course, while she could have called for another kind of transportation, she squinted at the sunlight and decided it would be much more pleasant to walk. The day was beautiful, after all, and she had no idea who she might run into.

The sun was warm and felt good on her exposed skin, but as she walked, the slight breezes were beginning to pick up. They tugged at her skirt like they were asking her to play, and she tamped it right back down as she marveled at the new sights and sounds around her. Seemingly annoyed with her, a gust of wind took advantage of her inattentiveness to blow her skirt up suddenly, and she squeaked with surprise.

Underneath her skirt was a thick, padded pair of what almost looked like underwear from a glance. It was printed with small eevees that beamed at passersby and shone in the bright sun. However, both Ayumi and anyone who saw it for more than a few seconds would know that it wasn’t a specially engineered pair of panties, but a diaper. They’d recognize the sticky tabs and the rounded puffs of padding that swelled between Ayumi’s slender thighs, and Ayumi would be mortified.

She blushed as she tamped her skirt down again, giving it a mental scolding. She was practically the color of a flareon herself! She didn’t know what would happen if anyone saw her like that, and looked around to make sure nobody had. Luckily, from the chatter of the people she passed, nobody had noticed a thing (or they were too polite to look under a woman’s skirt). She breathed out a sigh of relief. Ayumi had begun to wear diapers since she’d found that she didn’t have a very good bladder, and when she had to pee, she really had to pee. Most of the time, peeing fast and being a good adventurer didn’t mix, so she wore the diapers. And even if she tried to make them as cute as she could, they were still embarrassing.
The embarrassment over possibly being found out stayed with her throughout her walk, and she found that she was less likely to check if she was following the map’s directions and more likely to look around just in case someone saw the bottom of her diaper. The breeze wasn’t really letting up, either, and the nerves coursing through her system made her bladder react accordingly. Soon, she was shivering and pressing her thighs together insistently, feeling the warm liquid slosh inside of her, and she really needed to find a bathroom.

But as she looked around, she realized with increasing horror that she didn’t recognize a thing. She was supposed to have passed a certain landmark a few steps back, but she only saw trees and unfamiliar buildings. What was worse was that somewhere along the line, she tried to retrace her steps and the wind tugged the map right out of her nervous grip. She watched, helplessly, as the map flew away from her, knowing that running might make her have an accident.

The only thing more mortifying than having someone see her with a diaper on was to have the diaper filled up with her pee. She had to hold it in, even though it was getting harder and harder to think about things that weren't released, and the sound of trickling water and the feeling of something warm and wet pressed up against her most private spot. Rubbing her thighs together so hard she might start a fire with them, she bit her lip and tried not to walk too strangely, her head swiveling to try and find a place to relieve herself.

Strangers walked by, but Ayumi wasn’t going to ask any of them. She had already been convinced that they either had already seen her in her diaper or that they were going to, especially with the wind picking up. Sweating a little and shaking as she walked, she wandered around the unfamiliar landscape before she saw something that looked a little like a bathroom sign from around the corner. Ayumi, by now thoroughly miserable and desperate, picked up her pace to try and beat her bladder before it decided it had enough.

Unfortunately for poor Ayumi, she bumped into a person on the way. Another young woman, in fact, with long blue hair and a stylish pink outfit. That was all Ayumi could see before she fell back, and as she hit the ground hard, she found that her legs were spread and that her skirt was hiked up to her waist. That meant that the stylish other woman, whoever she was, could see Ayumi’s eevee diaper. She immediately moved to cover her face, pleading with herself to wait just a little longer, that this wasn’t the time.

But her body refused to listen. To make matters worse, the jolt to her bladder had made it release out of shear strain, and the eevees on her diaper began to turn into jolteons to signal that she had made a mess of her diaper. The feature was great for new mothers, but they only added to Ayumi’s shame as she began to feel that familiar warm, wet feeling against her front, the puffs of absorbent material swelling outward as she began to pee herself directly in front of this stranger. Ayumi began to feel the hot burn of tears behind her eyes, and she let them fall, soaking her hands like she was soaking her diaper, and generally feeling very hot and wet and slippery as a result. This was terrible.

Of course, the other party was feeling something as well, but it wasn't necessarily shaming. The stylish girl’s name was Dawn, and she was a fellow pokemon enthusiast with her own share of secrets. Watching the strange girl wet herself in front of her, though, was something that she had never seen before, and she doubted she ever would again. But on top of that, she was speechless for another reason: she was a kind girl, and she didn’t want to say anything to exacerbate the other girl’s shame. Instead, she sat there and watched her diaper fill up, the slight yellow tint of pee to the ballooning swell of the padding, and opened her mouth and closed it a few times. There was really nothing she could say without waiting politely for the other girl to finish what she was doing first.

When the quiet sound of water trickling had stopped, and the ballooning of the diaper had reached its peak and was now beginning to sag between her legs, Dawn got up from where she’d fallen as well and extended a hand to this poor other girl.

“Hey, it happens,” said Dawn, trying to be supportive. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t say a thing -- ”

And then, in the next moment, the wind picked up again. Dawn, who was wearing a very short pink skirt, felt the breeze blow it up and into her top, exposing her own padded white garment. It had a Piplup displayed proudly between her thighs, and she gasped as she tried to push her skirt right back down again, at least to cover the Piplup. Unfortunately, she was unsuccessful for a few seconds, and she noticed that the other girl was suddenly looking at Dawn’s diaper and at Dawn with round, tear-filled eyes.

Dawn turned bright red and finally secured her skirt, but she had to stop for a moment, looking down at the unfamiliar girl and her filled diaper. It was almost mesmerizing, to be honest. The other girl was extremely cute, probably from someplace in the countryside given the plain makeup of her outfit, but what really caught Dawn’s attention was the almost seductive curve of the diaper between her legs. It was just so round and soft-looking, and she felt something stir inside of her at the thought of that warm wetness, her own thighs rubbing together in a strangely compelling way.

Wait, what was she saying! What was she thinking! She shook her head quickly and pulled the other girl up into her arms, and gave her a tight, reassuring hug.

She murmured words of comfort and friendship into the other girl’s ear, being gentle with the now full diaper she felt trapped between their bodies, and only pulled back when she felt the quiet sobs and shaking of the other girl begin to slow. Eventually, she pulled out a handkerchief from her bag and offered it to the other girl with a small smile, nodding at her encouragingly. That was it, she shouldn’t cry, nobody was hurt. No harm is done. And knowing that they were both wearing the same kind of thing also helped, though Dawn didn’t say this out loud. She knew it helped her, though.

Dawn asked her if she needed any help getting cleaned up, that same stirring in her body, and the girl shook her head.

“I can do that later when I get to the Pokemon Center,” she explained. “I need to go find out how to get to someplace, and then I can relax and clean myself up.”

Dawn nodded, although she was curious about what the girl wanted to do in Kalos. She almost assumed it was because of the sundial in Anistar City, but she didn’t want to be rude. Maybe she had family here? Or she wanted to see the pokemon that were in the area? They weren’t exactly walking off the beaten path, but Dawn was pretty sure she could help with any and all of those things. Instead of saying all of that, though, she just agreed to help the girl find the Pokemon Center, and they set off together down the trail.

“So, what’s your name? Where are you from?” asked Dawn, trying to keep the mood light. She knew from past experience that wearing a wet diaper wasn’t fun, and the wetness was going to make walking uncomfortable. Distractions were good, especially when she herself couldn’t stop thinking about the girl’s diaper.

“Ayumi,” said the girl, still sniffling. She had since taken Dawn’s handkerchief and was dabbing delicately around her eyes. “I’m from Kanto. Pallet Town.”

“Ayumi, huh?” Dawn nodded, smiling. “Nice to meet you! I’m from Twinleaf Town myself, in Sinnoh. My name is Dawn.”

“Nice to meet you, Dawn,” said Ayumi, though her voice had become painfully shy under the cheerful demeanor she put on. She was still embarrassed. “So, you’re not from here, either.”

“Nope,” admitted Dawn. “But exploring it is really fun, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know, I just got here, actually,” said Ayumi, laughing awkwardly. “I’m glad I found someone like you to help show me the way.”

“Oh, exciting,” said Dawn, beginning to talk about all of the amazing parts of Kalos.

On their way, they passed a woman that was taller and somewhat slimmer than the two of them, and she glanced at the slowly warming dynamic between the two as they talked and laughed. She wore her very long, dark brown hair in two large sock buns above her ears, longer locks of them hanging loose to her waist and shorter locks framing her face. She was uncommonly pretty, with large, dark blue eyes like the sea, and with skin so pale and peachy it looked like she’d almost never seen the sun except for that little bit of color she held.
And she was stylish as well. She drew Dawn’s and Ayumi’s eyes for that reason to start because she was dressed so nicely, starting with the pink and white visor on her slender brow. Under that, a salmon pink tank top was tied at the back of her neck with a floppy bow. Over that, she’d chosen to wear a white quarter length top, its lines hugging her body, and with sleeves that were a beautiful ice blue. In the center of the white was a salmon pink semi-Poké Ball that overlaid her modest chest.

On the bottom, she wore mustard yellow shorts that were flared, with frills enough to decorate a modest evening dress. Down her long, peachy legs, a set of salmon pink socks helped to complete the look, and it ended with a pair of hi-top shoes that were an icy blue and white with the same mustard color of her shorts being echoed in the laces. Her accessory, as stylish as the rest of her, was a large salmon pink and white handbag, its strap black and hanging off of her shoulder in a very cool and casual manner.

Ayumi would have probably been content to note how good she looked in her outfit, but she noticed something just a little curious about what she could see under the shorts if she looked closely enough. Slowing Dawn down in the middle of her talk, Ayumi watched as something smooth and white was revealed to her, and she could see that it was padded. Even more, intrigued, she almost asked Dawn if they could turn back to see what the girl was doing, but soon enough they were walking through the sliding doors of the Pokemon Center and she lost her chance.

Nurse Joy, as that was what her name tag called her, was cheerfully manning the front desk. Dawn and Ayumi walked up to her in more of a rush than they probably needed to, but they had made it pretty clear that Ayumi needed help. More tears rushed to her eyes at the sight of someone who could help her with her little problem, and Dawn explained the situation to Nurse Joy, who put a hand to her mouth and nodded solemnly.

“Well, of course, I can help with that,” she said in a sweet, motherly voice. “Come with me, Ayumi. I’ll make sure you get a change and that you’re all clean again.”

And Ayumi, nodding gratefully at both her and at Dawn, and followed her into another room. Dawn called after her that she would be waiting just in case Ayumi needed any other help.
Dawn, now alone, thought about why she was waiting at all. Of course, she wanted to help a fellow enthusiast, but was that all there was to it?

She rubbed her thighs together as she felt her bladder slowly filling up itself. Wetting wasn’t really something she needed to do here, as it was the Pokemon Center and she could use any of its restrooms. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about Ayumi’s diaper, and the interest and pull she felt toward it. She wanted to see more of it. Hopefully, traveling with Ayumi herself would give Dawn another chance to look at it, even if the thought itself was super embarrassing.

She felt her bladder nudging her insistently once more. She really needed to piddle. There was a restroom very nearby, just a few steps away, really, but the more she thought of Ayumi’s diaper the more she felt like sitting right where she was. Trapped by her own interest and desires, Dawn blushed hard as she felt the rush of fluid coming out of her body, and her own diaper began to balloon outward, swelling with liquid and that same yellow tint from before.

The warmth and the wetness had made it clear that she had now wet herself as well.

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Accidents Part 2

It was a beautiful night in Kalos, as it had been for the past few nights, and would be for many nights in the future. Dawn was laying in her rented bed, a cheerfully decorated white frame covered with sheets dotted in various fire pokemon frolicking in the tall grass, and looking up at the white ceiling of the Pokemon Center’s room. The window was left open, allowing for the cool night breeze to waft through the room, and the stars were twinkling just above her, but Dawn couldn’t help but think about whether or not Ayumi was looking at the same ceiling or feeling the same breeze on her skin.

Of course, Dawn and Ayumi had come to the Pokemon Center together. After the incident where Ayumi had wet herself in front of Dawn and Nurse Joy, Dawn had been made to wait, alone, in the main part of the Pokemon Center. She waited and waited, and when someone finally came out to get her, she brightened up only to find that it was Nurse Joy, who explained that Ayumi needed to be alone for a little while. Dawn had gotten some help getting changed, and when Nurse Joy had told her that Ayumi planned to stay the night, Dawn had, of course, followed suit.

She turned on her side, then back to her back, then to her other side, thoughts still firmly on Ayumi.

Dawn had held out hope that she was going to be allowed to room with Ayumi, of course, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Instead, she was shown to her current room, which – while it was still nice, and very kind of Nurse Joy to give her a single – wasn’t what she’d been expecting. The next morning, which had been yesterday, she had explored the halls of the Pokemon Center on her own, in the hopes of finding Ayumi and talking to her about what had happened.

Of course, she hadn’t, which had made her sad in a way she couldn’t explain. No, not just sad, but upset. She felt like complaining to Nurse Joy, but the moment she saw her kind eyes, her will to be angry had been lost.

And anyway, Dawn didn’t know how she felt about Ayumi, to begin with. She was a kind girl, very naive, especially given the way she’d clutched onto Dawn’s arm as they’d entered the Pokemon Center. But what Dawn had to focus on was not her worth as a friend, but instead her own recent thoughts about Ayumi.
Ayumi was cute. She had that long brown hair, tied up in a cute ponytail, and a slim body with such cute clothes. Long legs. A pretty smile, but an even prettier crying face. And her diaper…

Dawn turned around to bury her face into her pillow. Her diaper. That was what she always came back to. It was like the one thing that stuck in her mind. The cute eevees on Ayumi’s diaper. The way the puffed, white papery cloth looked between her legs. The way they turned to jolteons as she furiously hid her face and began to cry, filling her diaper with yellow and making it swell to almost double its size, causing her to waddle slightly as she walked into the Pokemon Center in shame.

Every time Dawn thought about that, her face got red, too. Heat rose in her body, causing her small but adult chest to flush and swell at the nipples, and she felt her diaper get strangely wet without peeing. When she touched down there, her fingers came away slippery, not simply wet, and her stomach tingled in a funny way. She was almost obsessed with every line, every curve of Ayumi’s diaper, and while she didn’t understand how or why she was like this, she just knew that this was her new big thing.

She flopped back onto her back, and threw her arm over her eyes, sighing. She needed to see Ayumi again and see what was going on. Ayumi would know how to fix this, or at the very least, Dawn would be able to wean herself off of the desire to see her friend’s diaper again and again.

At the final hour, before she finally went to sleep, she decided she would befriend Ayumi and make sure that she was allowed to travel with her. Even if she was weaning herself off, the only way she would be seeing Ayumi’s diapers again would be to be constantly by her side, and she had to admit that this was a better option than parting ways with her entirely and pretending she didn’t have a sudden interest in Ayumi or her diapers.

Finally, she allowed herself to be satisfied with that decision, and the next morning she went straight to Nurse Joy. She asked where Ayumi was because she was going to help her on her way to Anistar City, and Nurse Joy only smiled warmly at her, pointing her to the main entrance of the Pokemon Center, where Ayumi almost seemed to be waiting for her.

“She hasn’t left yet?” asked Dawn, a little in awe.

Nurse Joy shook her head. “No, she seemed to want to wait for you. And you were looking for her so much, I couldn’t let her stay until you woke up! Now go on, and I wish you both the happiest of travels.”

Dawn, now excited to see Ayumi again, ran straight for her and the two young women embraced in a hug so tight Dawn could almost feel the diaper outline against her front once more. It excited her, though she knew enough to pull back and link their arms together as they made their way out of the entrance.

“You’re peppy today,” said Ayumi, her eyes bright as she noticed Dawn’s smile. Dawn coiled a lock of blue hair between her fingers and laughed.

"I’m just happy to see you! Where have you been?”

“Oh, getting directions,” said Ayumi, though she blushed slightly, her smile fading just a little. “And getting changed, but you know that part, I think.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Dawn, who cheerfully allowed Ayumi to lead them down the road leading away from the Pokemon Center. “Where are we heading, again?”

“Out of Vaniville Town,” said Ayumi, who was now facing outward toward the road, looking at signs and trying to find her way. “Back toward Anistar City, silly!”

“Oh, right!”

And this was how they began to walk, arms still linked. It was a beautiful day today, just like it had been a beautiful night, but this time Ayumi and Dawn were together. She began with asking the most basic questions, just “How are you?” and “How was your night?” and the like, moving on to more personal questions like “What are your parents like?” and “If you had to choose one starter out of three, what type would you choose? Would it matter if the pokemon weren’t traditional starters?”

Dawn quickly learned some very banal facts about Ayumi and some not so banal facts, but what she was more concerned with was the outfit she had worn for the day. Dawn had thought Ayumi was a very cute dresser, and she had actually worn something very similar to what she had worn the last time Dawn had seen her. Her black and white shirt, cut in a similar but slightly different style, hugged her shoulders and chest tightly, but instead of a skirt, she’d opted to wear shorts instead.

This immediately irked and disappointed Dawn, though for what reason she wasn’t sure. They were still extremely cute, and hugged her bottom very nicely, and seemed to give her a very large margin of freedom to move around in. However, as she watched the shorts intently, she noticed that they were cut in such a way that the diaper Ayumi must have been wearing underneath was completely obscured. Only a hint of softness and a swell to her backside even alerted Dawn to the fact that she needed to wear them at all, and simply knowing that wasn’t enough for Dawn.

She thought, since Ayumi liked cute clothes, she could easily convince her new friend to switch into roomier shorts. No, what about a plain skirts-only wardrobe? Dawn liked that idea. There was no use in hiding her cute diapers or her cute thighs, and wearing skirts would give the wind ample time to pull up Ayumi’s hems. Dawn could then easily look and see her diapers whenever she wanted. The thought was exciting.

Of course, with no pokemon giving them rides and opting not to use public transportation, Dawn and Ayumi had to walk every place they could. Many of the routes Ayumi had been told required passage over small watery areas, so in avoiding those, the walk became even longer and more strenuous. Several times over, Ayumi and Dawn had needed to rest for a moment, and Dawn remembered the bottle of water she’d packed in her bag.

Dawn, being a motherly kind of girl, and absolutely not sowing the seeds for Ayumi’s destruction, took the bottle from her bag very often and refilled it whenever she could. Acting as a friend, she gave it to Ayumi, who looked fainter after so much walking than Dawn did, urging her to drink up. Ayumi, thirsty and tired, took as many sips as she could before she complained of being full.

Of course, fullness had to go somewhere. Especially when it was water weight.

A few hours passed, with Dawn’s bottle being filled a couple of times, and Ayumi was starting to adopt the kind of walk that little kids would do when they needed to go to the bathroom. She’d waddle, not walk, and rub her thighs together as she bit her lips.

Dawn watched this with a smug kind of satisfaction, and where Ayumi asked to run, she would quickly turn down the notion. She claimed that since Ayumi had already tired herself out by walking, she would tire herself out much more quickly by running. On top of that, Dawn was getting tired too. If they ran, they might not make it to Anistar City without having to spend a night in another Pokemon Center, which would have caused them both another delay. She took out a handkerchief and mopped at the moisture at Ayumi’s temples, cooing over and coddling her. What if they walked slower, she said, to conserve their strength?

And poor Ayumi only agreed, thinking that Dawn knew what was best for her. Dawn was also glad that the girl was so trusting of her – many of her more knowledgeable peers would have figured out that her wheedling behavior meant that she wanted something, and would have gotten suspicious. Instead, Ayumi leaned on how naive she was, and Dawn let her believe it.

The one thing Dawn needed to do was get Ayumi out of her shorts. They were starting to become uglier and uglier with the sunshine pounding down on them, and Dawn could see that her friend was having a hard time keeping them up with the way the diaper probably dragged on the inside of them. They seemed to be slipping down her legs anyway, especially given that Dawn had advised her friend to let out a couple of buttons when the water hit her stomach and made it bulge slightly, and were starting to make steps difficult for Ayumi even at her lowered rate of walking.

And, of course, it had nothing to do with Dawn needing to see her new friend’s diaper. Nothing at all to do with seeing her friend’s diaper swell up like a water balloon, slowly at first, then all at once in a swollen yellow puff between her legs, turning her eevees to jolteons once more, all for Dawn’s benefit.

Another few minutes passed, and Dawn noticed that they were passing a few more people than they had since Ayumi had been given instructions to take many of the back roads, where people didn’t normally go. However, Dawn noticed that a particular girl was passing that was of some interest.

Both of them, arm in arm, saw a girl with a sleeveless orange shirt, white trim prettily outlining the edges of it and bringing out her cute, soft-looking arms. As Dawn squinted at her, she could also make out straps where the shirt didn’t quite touch the girl’s neck and red flowers along with an opening that resembled flower petals itself.

Underneath, she wore a fashionable pleated skirt, pure white, that hugged her around the hips and flared outward toward what seemed like very soft thighs. Down her long, long legs, the girl wore a pair of black and white sandals that seemed to caress her small feet.

Dawn, while keeping her attention on Ayumi out of the corner of her eye, also noticed that the girl had long braids that framed her pretty face. Above said braids, she wore a fashionable yellow pork-pie hat, crowned with a flower that could only be described as salmon pink.

Ayumi seemed to start from beside Dawn, and hummed, managing a shaky smile as she noticed the girl herself. “Oh, it’s just like that fashionable girl I saw a couple of days ago! Boy, people in Kalos sure have the cutest outfits, huh?”

Dawn could only nod, smiling at Ayumi before a gust of wind came to blow through their hair and through their clothing. For the girl, however, it didn’t only disturb her braids and cause her to raise a hand to secure her hat, it lifted up her skirt as well.

Underneath the skirt was a thick, padded white thing that Dawn was now beginning to recognize more quickly than ever. This diaper – because Dawn was sure it was a diaper – was dotted all over with poke-balls, so small they almost looked like red polka dots except for the band of black and their white undersides.

Dawn immediately felt her body stand to attention, starting with the hair on the back of her neck, then with a flush that crept over her cheeks and down her neck. The flush made her nipples swell again, and went down, down, down, to her stomach, where the pleasant tingles started up for what was probably not going to be the last time. And – yes – her thighs were getting wet, and she knew that it wasn’t with pee.

She had to duck her head down in a little shame, while still looking at the diaper, and the other girl looked at Dawn before seeming to realize what was going on and what she was looking at. The wind picked up again and again, and her skirt was offering Dawn so many delicious peeks at her diaper that Dawn couldn’t help but keep staring. Eventually, the girl picked up her pace, not saying anything to her at all, but blushed and fixed her skirt as she hurried away.

It would have been strange enough to think about the strange girl’s diaper, but Dawn had no sooner seen the girl walk away before she noticed a soft cry from her side. Ayumi was covering her mouth, with wobbling tears coming to her eyes, and her cheeks had gotten very red at the moment.

“What’s the matter, Ayumi?” But Dawn barely had to get the words out of her mouth before realizing what had happened.

The first sign that something had gone amiss was, of course, Ayumi’s face. She’d been crying for a long moment before Dawn had noticed her, and tears threatened to spill over onto her cheeks the moment she met eyes with her. Those red cheeks and that embarrassed expression could only mean one thing, and Dawn’s realization came with a heavy dose of shameful excitement.

Her eyes moved down Ayumi’s body and stopped at her shirt, where the hem was starting to look a little damp, but mostly because of Ayumi’s hands shoving it down to cover the area that was actually being affected. The problem was that the shirt wasn’t long enough to cover what she wanted to cover, and Dawn could still see the swelling in Ayumi’s shorts where the diaper was beginning to absorb her liquids.

But what was this? She saw a dark spot directly between her thighs, and then the spot bloomed outward, like a flower. Slowly, steadily, it began to go from between her thighs to her entire front, effectively ruining the shorts, and Ayumi began to cry harder as Dawn witnessed this event.

“Oh, Dawn, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, muffled by her own fingers and the embarrassment thick on her tongue. “I didn’t mean to have an accident, I really didn’t. Oh, no. And we’re so far from any Pokemon Center...”

Dawn watched her cry, and attempt to cover her face with one hand and the other covering her shorts and gave Ayumi a gentle smile that didn’t betray how Dawn was really feeling. Outwardly, she was calm, cool, and collected, taking the hand that had been on her face and giving it a friendly, comforting squeeze. Outwardly, she said something like, “It’s okay, Ayumi, we can clean this up no problem. Trust me, I’m okay, and you’ll be okay too.”

But inwardly, she was feeling the excitement, and her body was on high alert. There was virtually nothing in her way, nothing to stop her from taking advantage of her friend, and nothing to keep her from finally getting her hands and eyes on Ayumi’s Eevee diapers.

Taking her by the hand, she walked them both a somewhat short distance into a thicket of trees, though when she reached it she realized it was more a forest than a simple thicket. Good. This was good. She would be able to take Ayumi into a more secluded part of the forest and then begin her machinations on her friend.

Ayumi, still sobbing and sniffling, had brightened up somewhat once Dawn had comforted her, with one of her handkerchiefs tightly held in one of her hands. The other was still grasping Dawn’s like it was her last lifeline, and in a way, it was.

Once they’d reached a suitably secluded part of the forest, far away from the heavy sounds of other people, pokemon, and machines, Dawn let go of Ayumi’s hand for just a moment, which was met with a whimper from the girl in question, and Dawn answered her whimper with a confident smile.

“Don’t worry. I’m just getting out a mat. This way, you can lie down and I can take care of you without getting your pretty hair or clothes dirty.” She pulled off her bag and pulled out a rolled-up mat, secured with straps. Undoing them, she shook out the full length of it – just large enough to allow a girl about her size to lie down comfortably – and gestured to it with a smile on her face. “There you go. Nothing to be afraid of, I’ve got you.”

Ayumi, sniffling softly, laid down. The pad fit her well, too, and Dawn got started, taking her time.

Her hands ran over the soft material of Ayumi’s shirt before dancing around the hem of her pants, gently running her fingers over the buttons before skirting the wet area, her fingertips tingling. Down, past the stain, down to her thigh, and then up again.

“What are you doing?” asked Ayumi, shivering under the attention.

“Just relaxing you,” said Dawn. “Looks like you pulled your shorts pretty tight, so I need you to calm down a little bit before popping off these buttons.”
Ayumi, hearing the indirect reference to her diaper, quickly calmed down and allowed Dawn to touch wherever she wanted. Her cheeks went pink, and her hands went up to cover said cheeks, closing her eyes seemingly to get away from the situation and let Dawn work on her.

Dawn touched the edges of the swollen diaper and felt a shudder of that same strange feeling from before. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait to get past Ayumi’s shorts, and carefully peeled them away from her body, revealing her in her full glory.

Two pale thighs were overshadowed by a marshmallow-like, soft white that was tinged with yellow, and Dawn felt her body react to such a strangely beautiful sight almost viscerally. She let out a quiet moan as her eyes traveled up and down Ayumi’s lower half, but when Ayumi cracked open an eye and looked at her, she knew she had to get on with the changing.

Carefully, she removed the diaper, releasing one sticky tab and then the other. Doing so released the front flap, which felt so soft and comforting in her hands, and then she slid the bottom part out from under her friend, using a wipe from her bag to gently and tenderly clean the sensitive skin under the diaper. After that, she pulled out a new diaper from her own bag, covered in tiny blue stars, and raised Ayumi’s thighs up to slide it in underneath.

Some reddening had occurred, and she reached into her bag to pull out a little baby powder to avoid chafing, sprinkling it over Ayumi’s lower half before closing the diaper up around her waist and stuck the tabs in place.

“Could you stand up for me, please?”

Ayumi, who was still covering her face, and had a distinctly pink tint to them even now, followed her command. The diaper seemed snug, but Dawn wouldn’t know until she really made sure. Scooting close to her, Dawn smoothed her fingers over the flaps that held it shut, and ran her hands over the small circumference of Ayumi’s waist, making sure the diaper was snug against her skin. No leaks, no extra inches of give, nothing where she could have an accident and wet her clothes again.

While Ayumi was covering her eyes and face, of course, and generally mumbling embarrassed things into her palms, Dawn took the chance to run her hand's places she normally wouldn’t be allowed to go. She rubbed her fingers over the cushy padding between Ayumi’s slender thighs, delighting in the feel of it against Ayumi’s soft, smooth skin, and another rush of heat rising in her body as she allowed herself to think about what was underneath. It was like the diaper only enhanced the feeling of Ayumi’s body, and she couldn’t help herself from touching the area between her thighs over and over, her fingers skidding against the pillowy material at the front of the diaper as well. While she knew what Ayumi looked like underneath, the diaper really made her softest parts even softer, and Dawn’s breath went fast and shallow as she continued stroking the material.

Soon, when it was too obvious to keep touching Ayumi and she’d made sure the girl was well secured and clean in her new outfit, she helped her friend to take off the wet clothes she’d worn before. Gone was the black and white shirt, gone were the soiled blue shorts, and when Ayumi was sitting in nothing but her diaper and shoes Dawn pulled out a cute new outfit from her bag.

It was very lucky that the two basically wore the same sizes. Dawn tugged her into a spring green shirt, embroidered with beautiful flowers, and then into a short green skirt that seemed to end just under the diaper’s puffy volume. Her socks, which were saved from the accident, were kept on.

Ayumi, who was glad to be done with the whole encounter, thanked Dawn profusely as they walked slowly out of the forest they’d stayed in for – as Dawn checked the time – almost half of an hour. On their way again, Dawn half-listened to Ayumi’s enthusiastic cries of gratitude and thought about the other diapered girl from before. Who had she been? And, most importantly, would they meet her again?

She didn’t know, but she was excited to find out.
 

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Accidents Part 3

Kalos had a way of making the days seem very short, although Dawn’s perception of time was also affected by the fact that her obsessions made the hours pass very quickly. It had been a few days since she’d taken Ayumi to the forest and pressed her down into that mat, and had spread her legs, revealing her thickly padded diaper. It had been yellow with her pee, swollen with it, and against the lovely skin of her thighs, it had seemed like a dream.

But at least Ayumi was there with her the whole time. Dawn had also begun to think about the other girl she’d seen on her way there, the one with the diaper that she couldn’t take her eyes away from. Her braids and blush, as pink as her hat, continued to haunt her thoughts when she was alone. Every girl in Kalos was stylish, indeed. Their diapers were the most compelling accessory of all. It was curious, a little unsettling, but intriguing anyway.

Of course, Dawn wasn’t the only one who was thinking about her connections with other girls, especially her closest new friend. Ayumi was also thinking about Dawn, although probably with a little less mental relish.

To be fair, Ayumi couldn’t really say anything bad about Dawn. The young woman who had helped her up that first night had been a great friend, and very attentive to Ayumi’s needs, helping her out of many tough spots. That first diaper change was one that came immediately to mind, and she loved her friend for that, as well as the way she seemed to insist on keeping Ayumi in her sights. However, sometimes she couldn’t help but feel that Dawn was staring at her, those bright eyes fixated on Ayumi’s kind face and slowly traveling between her thighs. And recently, she’d begun to get physical with her, when nobody else was present.

Ayumi could only describe it as teasing. It was what it had to be because she didn’t think Dawn had any ill will towards her. She would frequently come to Ayumi with hands outstretched, her fingers going to touch around Ayumi’s soft chest and circling her breasts, or would hug her a little too tightly from behind and goose her nipples. More worryingly, and more frequently as of late, she would flip up Ayumi’s skirt at random moments, exposing the diaper she wore underneath. Dawn would then stare at her, eyes pressed between her thighs until she could finally flip it back down again.

While she loved her friend, Ayumi had to admit that this behavior was so embarrassing she could barely think about it. It was bad enough, really, that Dawn would insist on touching Ayumi as much as she could – which culminated in her taking up the position of caretaker, insisting that every time Ayumi wet herself she would need to change her.

And Dawn, who saw Ayumi’s accidents happen, had to admit that she always got ideas whenever Ayumi’s diaper swelled up with her pee. Dawn’s brain told her that she didn’t have to wait for Ayumi to wet herself, that she could engineer situations where Ayumi would make a mess of herself so Dawn could clean it up. Those were the thoughts that she both relished and tried to fervently deny, because she and Ayumi were friends, right? And Dawn wasn’t a mean girl, she just liked seeing and touching Ayumi’s diaper, and more importantly, would lose the chance to do so if Ayumi was scared off in any way.

Other times, Dawn would find herself simply thinking about Ayumi’s diaper and others like it. She hadn’t realized that she had liked them so much. She had to admit to herself that most girls weren’t thinking about other girls this much, or in this way, with a fixation on diapers. She had to think about how or why she’d gotten here, and she thought about the way that she had been curious about diapers from a very, very young age. She wore them herself, after all, and had seen more than a few ads on television with smiling, happy people that just happened to enjoy thick pads strapped to the places between their legs. She had also seen a fair amount of people she knew – good friends – wear diapers, from babyhood onward. They had never been perturbed by wearing them, and indeed, they’d worn said diapers until they were all at least ten or eleven.

There had been a resurgence of diapers when she was in her teens, actually, with said friends touting the diapers as being the newest fashion trend. They were soft and cute, they said and could be accessorized easily. That was where Dawn had found out about the pokemon diapers that had such cute designs, and would often hang out with friends just to pore over magazines full of recommendations for new mothers. They petitioned for larger and larger sizes of the especially cute diapers that were reserved for babies and spent a lot of time decorating their own as they got older, applying stamps and cute stickers all over them to match their outfits. Dawn had gotten a lot of praise for painting hers, back in the day, and there had been a small fad associated with them with girls in their age group. Their parents had shrugged it off, especially because the time they spent on diapers was almost endearing by itself; a return to the days where they had known nothing but wetting themselves and having their parents take care of them.

Unfortunately, Dawn had since fallen out of touch with said friends, right around the time she’d shifted her attention from simply diapers to pokemon and the wider world. There was always a needling desire to go back to those days, especially now that her interest in diapers had been reawakened, and she had chosen to try and seek out the girls who had discussed said topics with her. As it turned out, now that she was of a certain age, motherhood was more important than wearing diapers for herself in most people’s eyes.

Or it might have just been her. She had been very young, but not young enough to need diapers anymore when the accident had happened. She’d been roaming around Route 201, near her hometown, when she’d come across a bunch of eggs in the tall grass. She’d been curious enough about them to approach, but she’d been startled out of the blue by a bibarel who’d apparently been their mother. Struck by the pokemon, she’d been forced to suddenly release and needed to go home immediately, where she’d been forced to wear diapers until she gained more control over her bladder. Of course, several years later as an adult woman, Dawn had still never been the same. She had still retained the weakness, but instead of viewing it as a weakness, she’d become proud of the fact that she could pull off a pretty diaper.

And even more so now that she had a friend to explore that weakness with. Ayumi was a good girl, and a great friend, but she was painfully naive and innocent. Dawn, who was comparatively more devious, liked that about her. She was very easy to control and boss around. She’d even agreed to wear whatever Dawn picked out for her on that morning: a beautiful yellow sundress, just long enough to come to her mid-thigh, and a pair of sweet socks that matched in color. A little frill could be found around the top of the socks as a sweet detail. However, despite the girlish nature of the dress, it was surprisingly mature and sexy. The collar was just cut low enough to show off Ayumi’s breasts and cut high enough to show off her milky thighs and gently curved legs, and Dawn enjoyed this immensely.

Of course, her thighs notwithstanding, her diaper could also be found peeking out from underneath. Dawn had chosen to put her in a plain white one to go with her simple outfit, letting her natural beauty enhance both. Dawn, who had decided to go with her original outfit from when she and Ayumi had first gotten to know one another, was feeling just fine and comfortable about it.

Today, they would be taking a day off from their adventures and just heading into the city to have some fun. Ayumi had been wanting to go sightseeing for a while, and Dawn had no problem with it, agreeing that it would be a good time for both of them.

They then proceeded to travel around town, although Dawn made sure that they were doing it mostly on foot. Exercise, she knew in the back of her mind, made the body want to push fluids through it faster. It was also a good excuse to have Ayumi drink a lot of water and juice, which Dawn pushed on her every hour or so, telling her not to get dehydrated. The sun in Kalos was never too hot, but with the added exertion of walking and the humidity in the air, it was getting to be a rather warm day regardless. Dawn, trying not to be seen as a friend who said one thing and did another, drank along with her.

Eventually, the two of them needed a bathroom, which was bound to be relatively easy given that they were so close to everything while in the city. They decided to go and find one, and while they had been holding hands for most of their trip, Ayumi spotted something that looked like a bathroom sign and quickly ran toward it, calling out behind her. Unfortunately, the crowds were beginning to get thick around that time, and Dawn didn’t hear a thing. She moved in the opposite direction from Ayumi, who cheerfully skipped off towards what she had seen.

Dawn noticed that Ayumi was missing a few moments after she had lost her grip on her friend’s hand, and quickly looked around the crowds to see that familiar yellow sundress. She didn’t find it. Her internal sense of emergency began to go off, and she looked and looked for Ayumi, asking passersby if they had seen a woman with long, brown hair and big brown eyes in a yellow sundress. While most people wanted to help, none of them had seen her.

Of course, the woman in question had found out that the sign she’d run to was not a bathroom. Instead, it was a fashionable shop’s sign, and they didn’t have a bathroom for her to use when she’d asked. Her thighs crossed hard, she wiggled and groaned, almost waddling around as she tried to find Dawn. She hoped very badly that she wouldn’t have an accident, even though her bladder seemed to be pulsing inside of her, swollen with pee. She needed to keep her diaper clean until she found Dawn.
Ayumi did not end up finding Dawn, but she did find the girl she’d seen several days before, the fashionable one. The stylish girl was now dressed in a t-shirt with some of the shortest sleeves Ayumi had ever seen, the color a few shades off from Ayumi’s own pretty yellow sundress. At her waist was a pink mini skirt that looked like it was made of a light, strong material, and in the skirt’s loops was a mock rhinestone belt that latched securely around her hips. Long, slender legs ended in fashionable sandals, completing the look.

Of course, Ayumi could only admire at first, because she seemed to be in profile as she talked to another girl that looked almost as fashionable as the first. It was a different kind of fashion, but the second girl had large, curious violet eyes and hair so blonde it looked white in the warm sun. It was long, curling up at the ends, and splayed out behind her like a shiny golden hand. A purple pin was stuck into her bangs to keep them out of her eyes. Down her body, she had a purple vest with long sleeves, the same purple as her pin, and when Ayumi looked more closely she could see that there were fuchsia lines at the end of each sleeve. White buttons decorated her front and collar in a neat array. She also wore a matching white handkerchief with the buttons, and beneath she wore a simple skirt the same color of her pin. A similar fuchsia line to the ones decorating her wrists circled the skirt. And underneath that, she wore a pair of purple, knee-length boots with more fuchsia lines to complete the look. It was a very proper, lovely outfit, one worn like a uniform, and Ayumi couldn’t help but get closer and closer to look at every detail.

Her bathroom needs momentarily forgotten, she moved toward them and listened in on their conversation without really meaning to. Luckily, they were very nearby a building where anyone standing nearby would be able to hear, and she was ducking just beside it. From the looks of things, they wouldn’t be able to see her until she made herself known.

“ – Don’t worry about it too much,” said the first fashionable girl.

“Well, I don’t know,” said the girl in purple. “My hair has never been the same since it touched that saltwater. The ocean is so bad to it.”

“I think you’re always really pretty, Ayaka,” said the first girl, and Ayumi nodded to herself. The blonde’s name was Ayaka. She was blushing as the first girl moved to tuck a lock of blonde hair behind one ear.

“Oh, stop, Mei. You’re always such a flatterer.” (Ayumi nodded. The first girl’s name was Mei.)

“I’m only telling the truth,” insisted Mei, grinning as she also began to blush. “I love the way you dressed today. That purple really brings out your eyes, and I love seeing your favorite color on you so much.”

“Mei!”

“What!”

“How can you say that when you’re obviously the prettier of the two of us! Do you see how your skirt makes your legs look so, so long? How your belt matches the rest of your outfit so well? I’m jealous!”

“Don’t be jealous! And don’t go calling me prettier than you! You must be joking!” Mei laughed. “Besides, I got really wet at the beach today, and you didn’t even get most of the water on you! Do you remember that guy who tried to go surfing in front of us?”

“I do,” said Ayaka, laughing. “He got one foot into the waves before one came splashing up onto him. His hair, his shoulders, his waist – all of it got drenched!”

“Right! And the water dripped off of him in long rivers. He was so wet and drippy.”

“The waves themselves were really pretty though, weren’t they?” Ayaka said.

“Yes!” Mei nodded. “All of that crashing, splashing water. So wet. The water was really clear, too, so you could see every detail of the waves moving back and forth and releasing themselves onto the sand. It tickled my feet.”

Ayumi swallowed. Oh, she’d forgotten about her need to pee, but it was back in full force. She squeezed her legs together tightly as she swallowed, again and again, trying not to let the imagery make her have an accident. However, while she was looking for things to distract her, she noticed that the cars passing had caused both of the girls’ skirts to lift up. Underneath, they had thick padding covering their lower bodies – diapers. She blushed herself, knowing how embarrassing that was, but she noticed that Mei and Ayaka were not at all shy about lifting each others’ skirts up themselves. Blushing and flirting, they would deliberately show off their diapers to one another by lifting their skirts high, and reaching out to touch one another's’ diapers as they giggled. Their long, slender fingers would circle one another's’ diapers and thighs, squeezing one another's’ covered hips and giggling about the thickness of the diapers. They would also make sly remarks about having more accidents so that they would have more to touch, though not without blushing like they were still flirting, and keeping it all very innocent and coy.

“Speaking of tickling,” said Mei. “Do you remember that cute girl we saw at the beach, too?”

“Of course I do, Mei,” said Ayaka, giggling. “I think I recognized her on sight, but when she introduced herself as Leaf, I was sure I was right on the money. Wasn’t she pretty?”

“Oh, very! I loved her outfit,” said Mei, nodding.

“Yes, wasn’t she a dream? I loved her teal shirt. The lack of sleeves showed off how pretty her skin was.”

“Oh, I loved the rest of her outfit even more! That pink skirt was so cute with her shoes, I think they were stripped to match? And the socks were so pretty, they were the exact shade of the sky at the beach.”

“She had black bands on her arms, too, I wanted to ask where she got them from,” Ayaka said. “And her diaper...”

Ayumi held her breath. Oh, they were going to talk about that, too.

“I know,” crooned Mei. She seemed honestly excited to talk about it. “It was windy at the beach, wasn’t it? It was so nice for us. Her skirt was so short, and we could see everything!”

“I think they were training pull-ups, but they were so cute. The little flowers. She knows how to pick her outfits,” said Ayaka, approvingly. “And what about the way she acted? Did you notice that she was being so shy with us? I loved it.”

“Me too, actually! Did you hear – ”

“That shake in her voice, and see her thighs pressing together? Yeah! I think she needed a bathroom,” said Ayaka. “I don’t think she was going to hold it in for much longer.”
A passing cyclist called out to them, interrupting their conversation with a “nice diapers, girls!” His voice wasn’t cruel, he almost seemed approving, especially because he biked by so fast that the wind seemed to rush through their skirts and pulled them up for everyone on the street to see once more. The two girls called out thanks before returning to their conversation.

“Poor thing,” said Mei, shaking her head ruefully. “At least she had her friend there to help.”

“Right?”

“She looked so close to having an accident, I was a little scared for her! Lucky she had that friend who came up to us, right?”

“Right,” said Ayaka.

“And she was pretty too! She had such long hair, it was so dark and pretty. Black, I think.”

“Did you catch her eyes?” Ayaka asked. “They were so shiny and pretty, like gold coins. And she really seemed to care about what Leaf was doing.”

“A good friend makes sure to be as clingy as possible,” said Mei, teasingly running her fingers over Ayaka’s thigh again and making her blush. “And she was stylish, too, which didn’t surprise me at all.”

“I know, me neither. I loved her dress, it was nipped in at the waist and had puffy shoulders, didn’t it? That gold trim really brought out her eyes, and I’ve never seen a fabric that fluffy and light-looking.” said Ayaka.

“White and gold never fail, Ayaka,” said Mei, nodding solemnly. “And with her black thigh highs, it was so pretty and striking.”

“The white on white with her diaper was so cute, too,” said Ayaka. “Her pull-ups seemed like she got hers from the same people that made Leaf’s? Am I wrong here?”

“You’re right, sweetie, I think I saw the same brand name on the side when the wind picked up. She likes her diapers plain, doesn’t she?”

“It was worth it to see how pretty her thighs were in them,” said Ayaka, grinning. “I really hope we run into them again sometime.”

“I know, me too,” said Mei. “I know I want to see her like that again, anyway. Leaf was so cute when she had to pee.”

“Do you know who else is cute when they have to go to the bathroom?”

“Who?”

“Well, you, of course,” said Ayaka, and Mei lightly smacked her friend on the chest

“Now who’s flattering who!”

“I’m not flattering! Look at how pretty you look in the diaper,” said Ayaka, reaching to tug at Mei’s waistband underneath the skirt, and Ayumi gasped to herself. “I really couldn’t believe a girl could pull off every diaper she ever wears until I met you.”

“Are we Leaf and her friend now? Are you going to keep me from having an accident?” Mei’s tone was flirty and light. “Will you change me if I do?”

“Of course, what are friends for?” Ayaka’s fingers were getting closer and closer to being placed inside. She danced around the edges of Mei’s diaper, smiling all the while and blushing. “If you make a slippery wet mess of yourself, of course, I should clean it up.”

“Well,” said Mei, creeping her fingers over Ayaka’s skirt and making her yelp and blush. “The same goes for me, friend. So if you feel anything even a little warm and wet, you should tell me.”

“Anything warm and wet?” Now Ayaka was teasing, grinning at her friend. “Even if it isn’t pee?”

“Well, I’ll need to check it anyway,” said Mei, giggling. “We don’t know, do we? Sometimes accidents happen even if they’re small.”

“It sounds like you’re having an accident right now,” said Ayaka. “It sounds like there’s something warm and wet in your diaper.”

“Oh?”

Ayaka put her fingers into Mei’s diaper, and Mei’s face turned bright red, but she giggled as she moaned. “The only way to check is if I check myself! I feel plenty of warm, wet things in here.”

“Maybe I did make a little bit of a mess,” said Mei, through another moan.

“Well,” said Ayaka, removing her fingers gently. “Maybe we should take care of that later, I think your diaper can hold a little bit more right now.”

“Oh yeah? What about – yours,” said Mei, reaching to touch Ayaka between her legs as well, causing her to gasp. “I feel something warm and wet here, too! Did you have an accident, Ayaka? Do we need to clean you up?”

“Maybe just a little bit,” said Ayaka, her voice going high with the touching. “But isn’t that a good thing?”

“Of course it’s good,” said Mei, pulling her fingers out as well to trace shapes onto Ayaka’s thighs. “It means we can take care of one another later. One of us gets changed, then we switch. Isn’t that nice?”

“Very nice,” said Ayaka, her face completely red. Another cyclist went by and complimented their skirts, and both of them shouted thanks back at her as well.

At this point, Ayumi was standing stock still. Almost frozen. 

Ayumi had never seen anything like this before. In fact, she was shocked. But the shock was nothing compared to the tingle that had begun to coil in her belly, a tingle that ran up and down her spine before coming to rest firmly between her thighs. She shivered at that feeling, but she seemed to feel a presence at her back at the same moment, and a hand-pulled up the skirt of her dress. Her diaper was now out in the open. Ayumi opened her mouth to yelp.

Of course, Ayumi hadn’t known Dawn was still looking for her, and staying in one place as she had made it much easier to do so. Dawn had found a bathroom, quickly relieving herself, but had noticed that Ayumi had seemingly not been able to. Her thighs were clenched, and her body was shivering, and Dawn thought it was the perfect time to do what she had planned to do all along. Her hand went out to muffle the yelp from Ayumi’s mouth before it left her lips, chuckling gently into her ear as she then pinned the hem of the dress into the waist of Ayumi’s diaper. She then used that free hand to rub down in small circles from the waist, getting closer and closer to Ayumi’s thighs, and rubbing her diaper gently.

“You’ve been having some fun without me, Ayumi,” whispered Dawn, as Ayumi shivered even further. “You’ve been spying on those girls. That’s not very nice. What have they been talking about?”

Ayaka and Mei, of course, had gone back to discussing the beach. They were talking about the waves ebbing and flowing, like a stream of water from a struggling tap, and how warm and wet the water was when they had finally decided to let it roll over their thighs and legs. When they stood, the water went from their waists down, soaking their bottoms, sluicing over their inner thighs and down their ankles, and they recalled vividly about wearing their swim diapers to the beach only to fill them up with seawater.

Dawn then began to slide her fingers up and down Ayumi’s soft thighs, making shivers go up and down her spine. The sensation was just like holding pee in for more than an acceptable amount of time, and the shivery tingles between her legs increased. She was helpless. Her knees were a few seconds away from buckling.

“You’re such a friendly girl, Ayumi, but you’re so shy,” said Dawn, shaking her head. “You stood here to watch them talk about the beach? You should have joined in. I know how much you like water.” And in her ear, Dawn deviously began to make ocean noises, the whoosh of water. Whoosh. Whoosh. The drip, drip of liquid falling into a cradle of warm cloth. Ayumi whimpered under her hand.

Dawn’s fingers crept over the main part of the diaper, the part that covered Ayumi’s most private parts, and pressed down right at the point that she had the most nerves. The jolt of sensation made her hips buck, and the sensation of release, of letting go into her diaper, was immediately back on her mind.

“You feel all wound up,” whispered Dawn. “You feel like you need to let go of something. It’s okay, Ayumi. I’m here. I can take care of you if you let go. It’s okay to let go when it’s me.”

Ayumi’s whole body was trembling now, trying not to let go, trying to keep the pee inside of her until she went to someplace that she could relieve herself. She didn’t know if she had the strength to keep it all back. Every moment she spent listening to Mei and Ayaka and Dawn chipped away at her willpower, and at the biological structures keeping her pee inside of her.

The two girls before them were now talking about other people who had gotten wet, admiring the way the water ran down their bodies and how Ayaka had convinced Mei to swallow a bottle of water as it dripped down her chin and neck, soaking her swimsuit and sliding down her waist, and Ayumi began to whimper pitifully as Dawn rubbed her even harder through her diaper. She seemed to be targeting Ayumi’s most vulnerable spots, sending shudders through her body and making the gush of liquid the only sound between her ears. Dawn’s words were penetrating deep into her and poking at her bladder, urging it to let go of its golden bounty.

It was like she was trying to make her have an accident, but there was no way that could be true. Dawn was a good friend.

And Mei and Ayaka were finishing up their conversation, promising one another that they would scrub the salt from each others’ hair once they reached the next pokemon center. Hand in hand, the two girls left with smiles on their faces and still chattering about the next place they would go. Maybe to a water park? No, to a waterfall nearby? Maybe to a cafe, to drink all of the drinks on the menu?

“They’re gone,” whispered Dawn, her breath hot on Ayumi’s ear. That heat, that wet heat, reminded Ayumi of the way it felt when she filled her diaper. She shivered again.

“You don’t even have to worry about anyone seeing. They won’t look at you if you let go for me. Don’t you want to let go for me?”

Ayumi, calling on the last vestiges of her strength, shook her head just the slightest bit. Dawn pressed her fingers deep into the crease where the diaper would press up into Ayumi, and Ayumi whimpered loudly through her hand.

“Whoosh. Whoosh. Drip, drip, drip. The water from the ocean sounds so nice right now. So warm and wet, pooling around our feet. We could go, you know, Ayumi. We could have a lot of fun in the warm, wet water, and feeling it flow gently around our bodies. Whoosh. Drip. Whoosh. You like the warm, don’t you? Drip, drip, drip. You like the wet. You can’t stop thinking about it, I think. What if we went and played with those girls, Ayumi?”

And she rubbed extra hard, back and forth in the crease of the diaper, right between Ayumi’s legs. It felt too good. Ayumi felt herself losing her grip on her bladder and began to feel tears welling up in her eyes. 

Ayumi, whimpering and shuddering, finally let go of her bladder and allowed herself to fill the diaper around her hips with a pale yellow just a few shades lighter than her dress. Her diaper began to swell outward, and Dawn shuddered as the warmth ballooned back toward her as well. She would need to change Ayumi soon, but not before she had a little bit of fun with her.

Dawn’s hand moved up and pushed aside the fabric of Ayumi’s pretty dress, lingering at the top of the diaper with fingers pointed inward. Ayumi closed her eyes and let the first tear fall.
 

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Dawn had once confided in Ayumi that she thought the days in Kalos passed very quickly. Ayumi had agreed, with a big smile on her face, because she knew that feeling very well -- or so she thought. Now that she and Dawn had done what they’d done, Ayumi felt that the days only went slower and slower, especially now that they weren’t talking as much as they used to.

Ayumi still remembered the way she’d hid and watched Mei and Ayaka speaking, with Dawn coming up to her, touching her. Even thinking about it made her legs tingle and a hot flush come up to her face. She didn’t know why, but it was like getting shocked every time she looked at Dawn, and she couldn’t hold her gaze. She remembered feeling so good, and yet so bad.

Ayumi wasn’t a stupid girl. She knew she’d been taken advantage of, in some way, but she didn’t want to accuse Dawn of anything. After all, they were friends. Friends touched friends, and there was nothing overtly sinister about how Dawn had touched her, especially when she’d done it so sweetly and softly. Dawn, however, seemed to feel the same way, or something similar; she hadn’t spoken to Ayumi, either, instead choosing to direct her attention elsewhere or be someplace else whenever Ayumi was around.

And as such, a couple of days passed. On the night before the third day that they hadn’t spoken, Dawn came knocking at Ayumi’s door.

Ayumi had assumed that maybe she was concerned about her, and Dawn did seem that way. After asking her if she was still doing all right, though, Ayumi noticed the alarmed look in Dawn’s eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“What?” Dawn seemed distracted, then frowned. “Oh. I’m sorry, Ayumi. The truth is, I came to tell you I’ll be leaving.”

Despite Ayumi’s concern about what had happened between the two of them, she immediately felt a pang of fear slither down her back. “Leaving?”

“Not forever,” said Dawn hastily, looking at Ayumi’s worried face. “Just for a little bit. I have something to deal with at home. I just wanted to let you know because you’ll be on your own for a few days, and I know you need some extra help sometimes. We can meet in Lumiose City when I’m ready to come back.”

Ayumi’s mind flashed back vividly to Dawn’s “help,” and she felt a flush of excitement join the fear running up her back. “I’ll be okay, I think,” she said, just as hastily. “I hope everything will be okay.”

“It will be,” said Dawn, nodding smartly, and turning to leave. “Make sure to keep yourself out of trouble while I’m gone, okay? I’ll see you soon. Lumiose City, don’t forget!”
Ayumi only nodded, though she went to bed troubled.

The next morning, Dawn already seemed to be gone. Ayumi didn’t know how she felt that, but she did, and the loneliness was surprisingly potent. She eventually thought that new surroundings would help her to shake that feeling, and resolved to set out for someplace else as soon as she’d had breakfast.

Of course, new travels meant a new, cute outfit, and she picked one that would undoubtedly make her feel her best. She slipped on a blue halter top, making sure it was secured around her neck, and then pulled a white skirt up her long legs to rest firmly on her hips. It was sweet and pleated and reached down to her mid-thigh, accentuating her body, and light enough to make her feel like she could skip anywhere in the world. 

In a buoyant mood, she went to breakfast, which she knew Nurse Joy prepared for any residents of the pokemon center free of charge. Something about making sure trainers had a great start to their adventures! Seeing as she’d been staying there for a little bit, her place setting had already been laid out for her, complete with a light breakfast and a cup of berry juice. She looked to where Dawn had sat with her only a day before, seeing that her place setting was now gone, and sighed into her food.

“Sad about your friend, aren’t you?” Nurse Joy was also enjoying her breakfast, looking concerned in a maternal kind of way. Ayumi nodded. “Oh, don’t worry. She’ll be back and ready to join you soon. Why don’t you eat up for now? You’ll need the strength to keep traveling!”

Ayumi tried to shake off her momentary sadness and tucked right in, not knowing that Nurse Joy was watching her drink from the juice that had been spiked with a diuretic pill. The older woman was a fan of women that were as cute and sprightly as Ayumi, and hid a streak of mischief a mile wide. She enjoyed toying with them this way, knowing they would suffer later, making a mess of their diapers and legs. Watching Ayumi drink so deeply from her cup made her smile. She knew Ayumi would be feeling the effects of it soon enough.

Ayumi, of course, didn’t know a thing. She ate happily, drank all of her juice, and bid Nurse Joy goodbye with a big smile on her face. Now that her stomach was full, she was a little less gloomy and ready to take on the day.

Just outside of the pokemon center, she studied her handy map and quickly figured out that she was going to need to take Route 4. Route 4 was the quickest way to Lumiose City, and she remembered that Dawn had said she was going to meet her there. Knowing that she now had a direction to go in, her resolve only grew stronger; she was going to get to Lumiose City and continue her travels with Dawn there.

The first few minutes of the trip were not at all bad. She walked at a steady pace, eyes straight ahead, ready to take on anything. But after the initial gust of her bravado melted away, she began to feel that familiar pressure in her lower belly, one that gave her a tingle all the way down between her legs. It continued to push and push, sloshing around in her tummy, her bladder just barely holding on as it continued to try and flow out. Trying to ignore it, she kept walking. 

Of course, it was soon unavoidable. She began to squirm and wiggle, her legs trembling as her thighs knit together, and it was also a day where too many people were passing her by. Every so often, a gust of wind or a passing stranger would manage to lift her skirt, showing off the lines of her Eevee diaper and reminding her she had to pee. The more it lifted up, the more her body urged her to do so, and it was beginning to torture her.

She shamefully pushed her hands into the space between her legs, trying to keep her skirt from flying up but also to keep herself from making a mess of her diaper. She could not wet herself, that was too embarrassing. And Dawn was not here to clean her up. Unfortunately, though she could secure the front of her skirt, the back of her skirt kept flying up to expose her diapered behind and she began to blush heavily as a result. Not even the pressure was helping her anymore, as the pee was now threatening to leak out no matter what.

Ayumi began to slow down. Her head whipped this way and that, her eyes frantic as she tried to look for any signs leading toward a bathroom. Unfortunately, she didn’t find any, and every step was starting to be more tingly and more painful than the last. She needed to find one soon, or she would wet herself in public again.
Fortunately, or perhaps, unfortunately, she ran into two girls while she was looking the other way. Luckily, she didn’t crash into them like she had Dawn, but the gentle bump startled her, almost causing her to pee herself right then and there.

The first girl was one she recognized on sight, mostly because she was wearing the same outfit she had seen her in with Dawn a few days prior. She was wearing the same sleeveless orange shirt, with the white trim still accentuating her pretty arms and waist. Her skirt was also the same, white as snow, and pleated just like Ayumi’s was. It hugged her hips and bloomed outward, hitting around mid-thigh, along with the same pair of black and white sandals that hugged her small, dainty feet. Long braids hung around her cute face, and crowning her head was a yellow pork-pie hat that was adorned with a salmon-pink flower, completing her fashionable look. While Ayumi tried not to stare, she could tell that the first girl was also wearing a diaper under her skirt, which became apparent when the skirt swished gently around her soft thighs and revealed the soft white padding of it hiding underneath. Ayumi blushed but was at least able to look away.

The second girl was someone Ayumi had never seen before, but she was just as fashionable as the first. She had long, blonde hair that shone in the sun, almost a platinum color, and her face was framed by two long braids as well. However…

As Ayumi looked down the girl’s body, she felt a sudden sense of strangeness. She didn’t understand why, of course, given that the girl’s blouse was as pretty as she was. Two buttons were undone at the collar, and it was a simple style that only served to show off how well defined the girl’s upper body was. And then she looked further down.
A simple white diaper, with nothing over the top of it, was plain for all to see. The white padding blossomed around the second girl’s soft thighs and her bottom, secured at the waist, and there was absolutely nothing to hide it. No skirt, no pants, nothing. The girl wore only long socks on her legs and then a pair of fashionable white shoes that gleamed just like her hair. Ayumi couldn’t look away from the diaper, her cheeks flaring with heat, and she glanced briefly up to see that the second girl was now blushing as well.

The first girl giggled, drawing Ayumi’s attention back to her, and grinned. “Hi! Sorry for bumping into you. I think we’ve seen each other before!”

Ayumi could only nod, still thinking of the second girl’s diaper, as she smiled. “Nice to meet you again.”

“Likewise!” The first girl gestured to herself, then to her friend, introducing them. “I’m Mizuki, and this is my friend, Lillie. We were just going out exploring when we ran into you!”

“My name is Ayumi, nice to meet you,” Ayumi murmured shyly, dumbfounded again by Lillie’s diaper, which made Lillie blush harder. Her skin was soft and pale and the blush showed up easily on her cheeks. Mizuki was watching her watch Lillie, of course, and Mizuki’s eyes gleamed with curiosity and a little bit of mischief.

“Oh, I see you’ve noticed Lillie’s diaper,” she said, as easily as if she was talking about the weather. She reached out with one slender hand and gently caressed Lillie’s diaper, stroking it almost, and laughed. “Isn’t it pretty? She pulls it off so well.”

Ayumi noticed the stroking was a little harder than it needed to be, because Lillie moaned, bucking her hips into the touch a little. Ayumi blushed and said nothing.

They exchanged a little more small talk after that, about why they were there and what way they were heading and the like, but what Ayumi didn’t see was that Mizuki and Lillie were watching her. Indeed, while the startling and conversation helped Ayumi take her mind off of her bathroom troubles for just a moment, she quickly returned to squirming and fidgeting. The pee was going to come out at any second, she thought. She had no idea how she was going to hold it as she spoke with her two new friends and her movements became more and more frenetic.

Of course, this meant that her skirt swished back and forth over her thighs, and the day’s wind picked up at just the right times to offer Mizuki and Lillie glimpses of what was underneath. They both saw the scraps of soft padding between Ayumi’s thighs. They exchanged a quiet look of understanding and conspiratorial smiles.

On top of wearing a diaper, Ayumi very obviously looked like she needed to go, even to passersby. Mizuki gently nudged Lillie’s hand, then Lillie nudged back, nodding toward Ayumi who was more concerned with her bladder. This was very good for both Mizuki and Lillie, who both seemed immensely pleased to be in her company, and to see her struggling with not wetting herself. They wanted more.

“Ayumi,” said Mizuki, which startled her out of a squirm. “Would you like to have lunch with us? We know a nice spot nearby.”

“Yes, of course,” said Ayumi, the happiness clear on her face. She was very concerned that these stylish girls might see her wiggling and wobbling, and maybe think less of her, but everyone she met in Kalos so far was so nice to her. She had to accept.

And thus, Ayumi was taken off course by the two new girls. They walked together, and while Ayumi was eager to get back to the small talk, Lillie steered the conversation back to her diaper. Ayumi was almost excited for the topic change -- she’d been wondering about it herself, but it seemed rude to ask. She was all ears.

“I noticed you were looking at my diaper,” said Lillie, smiling. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m really used to people wondering why a woman walks around with her diaper on full display! It was actually my mother’s idea.”

Ayumi nodded, thoughtfully listening.

“You see, she was concerned that me wearing things to cover it up would actually cover up my accidents,” she continued. “So if I wasn’t wearing anything to cover it, then it would be easier to see when I wet.” She was purposefully casual, even as she saw Ayumi begin to blush again. “She also knows washing my clothes over and over again isn’t practical, and if I wear clothes over my diapers, I might leak onto them.”

Another nod. Ayumi had to ask, though: “Isn’t it embarrassing?”

“It is,” agreed Lillie. She had begun to blush, too. “But it isn’t something I have to struggle with. When people see me like this, the most they do is stare. I’ve never been made fun of or teased because I have a diaper on in public. Most of the time, people don’t even talk about it, because they just accept that I have a need to use them.”

“That’s so cool,” said Ayumi, encouragingly, and she opened her mouth to say something else when she noticed Mizuki had disappeared from their side. “Wait, where’s -- ”

Ayumi felt hands on her hips, from behind, and almost jumped out of it in fright and confusion. She looked behind her to see if any strange people had grabbed ahold of her and took a breath, seeing that it was only Mizuki, who had a sunny smile on her face.

“It’s just me, silly, don’t look so scared,” she said, and Ayumi relaxed for just a moment.

“I’m so sorry, this just doesn’t happen normally,” Ayumi said, and Mizuki only laughed.

“It’s okay! I was just feeling how soft your skirt was.” Her hands skimmed Ayumi’s hips, moving down the pleats in a stroking motion. It reminded Ayumi of what Mizuki had done to Lillie, and she shivered. “It’s so nice and soft. So nice to touch.”

And then she pulled the hem of it up, lifting the skirt, and tucking it up into Ayumi’s waistband.

Ayumi made a noise. It wasn’t quite a yell or a scream, but it was a cry, and it was both surprised and confusing. It echoed into their surroundings, and she opened her mouth once more.

“Mizuki? What’s going on? What’s happening?”

Mizuki gently pressed a finger over her lips, shushing her before her hands migrated down her body once more.

Mizuki’s long fingers and smooth palms then went to work on Ayumi’s thighs, stroking them from outer edge to inner corner. She wasn’t quite groping them. She wasn’t grabbing at all. She was just petting, stroking as she had with Lillie, and Ayumi was helpless except to watch it happen. Then, she began to move them up, over the soft surface of her diaper, stroking the padding and tracing the eevees over the diaper with her fingers. She giggled as Ayumi began to shiver more and more, not understanding why each touch made her tingle and the urge to pee ever stronger.

“This is soft, too,” said Mizuki. She was still touching and stroking, fully exploring every inch of soft skin and soft padding she could get her hands on. Ayumi shuddered. “It’s so soft here, and it looks so good on you. Your diaper is so cute, Ayumi.”

Ayumi’s head was spinning. She had just wanted to have lunch with Mizuki and Lillie, not have her body touched by the girls she had only met a few hours before. She looked around to find that they were in an unfamiliar area, or at least not on Route 4 anymore, and realized that she was probably in another sticky situation. She didn’t know what was going on, and why Mizuki and Lillie were doing to her.

“What are you doing?” asked Ayumi, in a trembling voice. She could hear that tears were coming, and she tasted salt at the back of her throat. “Why are you doing this? I want to go back onto the trail. I’m scared.”

Mizuki only continued touching her, and while Ayumi didn’t know what was happening, she had to admit that it felt good. That, plus her fear, were enough to keep her rooted to the ground, her legs frozen though trembling under Mizuki’s loving touches.

“Don’t be so worried,” said Mizuki. “Look at Lillie’s diaper. It’s just as nice and soft as yours, Ayumi, and so pretty. It suits her so well. Why don’t you come closer, Lillie?”

And she motioned with her head to come closer, to which Lillie did. Lillie seemed very happy that this was happening, and walked slowly closer, trying not to scare Ayumi any further. Gently take one of her hands, Lillie smiled at her. “Don’t be scared. There’s nothing to be afraid of, see? We’re just three friends having a good time.”

And then she placed Ayumi’s hand on her diaper, on the front of it between her legs. Her pale cheeks bloomed with color, and she giggled, her pale blonde braid swinging a little as she began to blush again. “Doesn’t that feel soft? Isn’t it so nice? All warm from our body heat and the padding makes it squishy. And the color fits us both.”

Mizuki hadn’t let up, in the meantime, still rubbing and stroking. It was a very friendly touch, thought Ayumi, though that didn’t help so much with the fear. She was only sure that neither of them really wanted to hurt her, and for now, that was enough. And she trusted them, sort of, especially because it felt so good. She didn’t move. Lillie was now gently running Ayumi’s hand over the front of her own diaper and moaning softly, watching Mizuki handle Ayumi’s diaper and thighs.

Mizuki then moved a teasing hand up to the top of Ayumi’s diaper, where it met the waistband of her skirt. Her fingers ran gentle circles around and around the waistband, feeling the band as Ayumi gasped, sure she was about to stick her hand into the diaper. Mizuki flirted with the band, dipping a few of her fingertips underneath, then pulling them away so that she could go back to rubbing and stroking Ayumi’s diaper front, and then her thighs, back and forth.

Ayumi swallowed hard as she felt the good feelings and the fear wash over her, and her body decided that she needed to let out some moisture somehow. Tears filled her eyes as she felt mysterious wetness between her legs that wasn’t pee, feeling her body come alive and her nipples swelling as she became excited. They began to fall softly down her cheeks as she shook with gentle sobs, though she still didn’t move, letting the girls have their way with her.

Lillie regarded her with kind eyes, moving forward to brush their lips together and kissing her with as much tenderness as Ayumi had ever felt. She let go of Ayumi’s hand to then fondle Ayumi’s chest, handling them in soft, circular motions and squeezes.

“You have such nice breasts,” she said, going in for another kiss. “They fit my hands so nicely.” Ayumi’s tears brushed onto her cheeks as well, and they shone with the wetness as Lillie continued to squeeze and fondle her.

Ayumi only continued to cry softly as Lillie continued kissing her mouth, whispering praise and complimenting her body, and felt Lillie slip her fingers up underneath the hem of Ayumi’s blue halter top. Pushing it up her stomach and up over her breasts, she gasped at Ayumi’s matching blue bra, lightly tracing her fingers around the cups.
“Mizuki, look,” said Lillie in awe. “She’s wearing such a nice blue bra! I’m jealous! She really can pull off anything, can’t she? And her chest looks so nice in it...”

Mizuki could only glance over Ayumi’s shoulder, and from the appreciative huff of breath in Ayumi’s ear, Ayumi could only guess she liked it as well. Lillie went in to touch her breasts again, now through the bra, and Ayumi swallowed back another sob.

“So pretty,” said Lillie again, and she stepped back to admire Ayumi for a moment before her hands joined Mizuki’s to touch Ayumi’s thighs and diaper. She pressed a little harder, stroking and fondling Ayumi through the padding, and Ayumi let out a soft sound that could have been a cry or a moan. It felt like she was mirroring Mizuki’s movements.

This went on for some time, and Ayumi wasn’t sure how long, but the wetness between her legs only continued to grow. She was still squirming from time to time, feeling the burn and pressure of her pee still inside of her. Mizuki would touch her breasts, and Lillie would touch her diaper or the other way around. The tears continued to stream down Ayumi’s face, blurring her vision, and each girl would take turns whispering kind words to Ayumi about how cute she was.

Mizuki then seemed to think it was about time to move on, her hand now slipping past the waistband of Ayumi’s diaper, and creeping downward. Ayumi gasped as she felt her naked body being touched directly by Mizuki, the space between her thighs now soaked, and her body decided it had finally had enough.

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It was another morning in Kalos, and while it was just as beautiful as the mornings before it had been, Ayumi was much more confused today than she had been when she’d arrived.

It had been simple enough at first. Lillie and Mizuki, the new friends she’d met while exploring on her own, had been kind to her -- if a little embarrassing. She had been walking around in search of a bathroom to take care of her urgent need, and had wound up bumping into the girls. While Ayumi found them charming and fashionable, she had felt strangely overwhelmed by their outright honesty.

For one thing, they were very open about how much they liked one another. Ayumi, who had only just begun to wonder what touching other girls felt like, had been shocked by how much Lillie and Mizuki liked to touch each other, their slender hands running over one anothers’ bodies like they had been doing it for a very long time. Ayumi was much too shy to do anything like that, though she felt oddly warm and tingly as she had seen it happen. They pressed their mouths together and touched places that had always seemed a little private to Ayumi herself.

Another thing, one that made Ayumi’s cheeks flare up with pink, was that the two girls thought of their diapers as something special and lovely. Lillie in particular had been wearing nothing but a diaper on her legs instead of a skirt or shorts, and Ayumi still remembered the curiosity and shock she’d felt after seeing it in the open. Both of them had assured her that Lillie was very proud of her accessory, and that Mizuki loved seeing it on her, and Ayumi was too polite to speak up about her own embarrassment. After awhile, she had simply decided to stay quiet about it, not wanting to rock the boat with her two new companions.

Of course, this had only worked out in Ayumi’s favor. Mizuki and Lillie had been very happy to take Ayumi along with them, which Ayumi had been grateful and happy for. Together, they found pokemon centers to rest at, routes to walk, and many delicious drinks to try over the two days they traveled together.

Ayumi had enjoyed all of it, although the activities between the two -- now three -- young women had only continued after their first meeting. Ayumi seemed like the one now getting the most attention, in fact, as Mizuki and Lillie seemed to love keeping their hands on her. As they walked, each of them would run their fingers up her thighs or linger around her hips as though they’d put their hands in her diaper, although they never tried to do so in front of other people. It was only in the presence of a stray pokemon or two, if that, that they tried to touch her in those ways, and Ayumi had tried to go along with it out of confusion and good manners.

Putting her on display, however, was sort of another story. Ayumi had needed changing relatively often during their travels, probably due to all of the drinks her new friends pushed on her. This in and of itself was never bad, with Ayumi laying down to the delight of her friends and their soft, stroking fingers taking care of her wet diapers with wipes and plenty of baby powder. However, they would never seem to find the shorts Ayumi kept in case of clothing changes.

Both of them had seemed chipper about it, citing their lack of ability in finding things or maybe that the shorts had gotten lost in the depths of Ayumi’s bag, and instead they’d rummage in their own packs to find clothes that would fit Ayumi. She borrowed them with gratitude, especially since they were very cute clothes that managed to match whatever she chose to wear on top, but she had noticed a very perplexing thing about them: they were always skirts. These skirts, though adorable and on trend, would always hit just below the padded surface of Ayumi’s new diapers, and a stiff breeze would tend to lift them up without warning.

Not one to turn down help from a friend, Ayumi was nonetheless confused when they walked down the street and she’d feel fingers gripping the hem from the side. Mizuki liked to do this the most, and completely nonchalantly, flipping the skirt’s thin material up so that the puffy material of the diaper could be seen to anyone walking by. She would make a few encouraging comments about how gorgeous it looked on Ayumi, and Lillie would agree, and they would move right on. Lillie, however, liked to touch Ayumi physically, and whenever they were in public she would make no secret of gently grabbing Ayumi’s breasts. Sometimes she would let her grip linger, groping and fondling, before letting go.

Ayumi had a smaller chest, and much of the time, people didn’t even notice. However, her cheeks still turned pink as Lillie whispered things to her about how soft and nice they felt in her hands. Mizuki would chime in, saying more kind things to her about her chest, and how she would be welcome to touch them the same way whenever she wanted. They were all friends, after all, and all of them were cute girls that knew their friends were cute as well.

What Ayumi didn’t know was that this kind of behavior was very familiar -- she’d been in a similar situation with Dawn, and she was slowly starting to move away from mortification and towards acceptance. This was, of course, Lille and Mizuki’s goal. Ayumi was a cute girl who wore diapers in Kalos, and she needed to be taught that touching other young women was fun and enjoyable. If this wasn’t taught, they at least wanted to make sure that any hidden feelings she had about touching other young women were properly awakened, and when Ayumi was away or sleeping the two girls would whisper to one another about what they wanted to do next.


What Ayumi did know was that she was incredibly confused. She didn’t hate the feelings of being held and cared for, complimented by two cute friends. But she wasn’t stupid or unobservant, and she had begun to recognize a pattern with the people she had come across. Even as she felt herself growing slowly more used to the feeling of hands on her legs or on her chest, she realized that most if not all of her new friends enjoyed touching her in strange places. Kissing her, fondling her, making attempts to strip her. She had also noticed that most people very much enjoyed seeing her in her most vulnerable state, which was, of course, with her diaper on display. The new friends she’d made liked seeing the puffy white material around her hips and legs, and especially touching it, smiling as she wriggled with embarrassment. Ayumi, being a young women who gave every kind stranger the benefit of the doubt, didn’t want to think about the implications of those actions, choosing instead to focus her way forward.


Besides, she had left Lillie and Mizuki to go and catch up with her first companion, Dawn. They’d let her go with a shared look that Ayumi couldn’t recognize, but she was happy to focus forward again to her meeting with Dawn later that day. Dawn, who had been gone for a few days due to other business, was coming back to see Ayumi and continue traveling with her. Ayumi had taken the time in between her travels with Mizuki and Lillie to walk to the place she’d eventually meet Dawn, with a little exploring along the way to pass the time.


This morning, she was dressed in a new outfit for a new day. Her upper body was covered in a simple, beautiful white shirt, with light blue accents along the collar and around her shoulders. It was sleeveless, airy, and made for a wonderful fit to the beautiful morning, Her lower body was clothed in a deep red, almost a maroon in comparison to the shirt she wore, and everything from the upper thigh to the toes of her shining shoes was a clean black color. She’d worn stockings that matched her shoes, of course, with the skirt a present from Mizuki and Lillie to make sure that Ayumi remembered them both.


Under the skirt was a simple white diaper, but this one almost seemed to accentuate the long lines of her slender legs and the clean color scheme of the outfit. Small yellow moons dotted the material, and even the way it moved under her skirt sounded silky and soft.

The sky began to turn a little darker and the clouds a little puffier as Ayumi walked, hinting at a little rain later in the day, but for the most part it was just blustery. Breezes kicked up merrily along the sidewalks and trails, whipping through hair and flipping up skirts. Ayumi’s own skirt was made of a curiously light material that seemed to always be in motion as a result, with flashes of yellow moons being shown to anyone that walked by.

Again, as Ayumi waited for Dawn, she had found that the city they were supposed to meet in was filled with things to do and places to explore. She had begun walking around to pass the time and to sate her curiosity about things, taking in the sights and the people.

Not far from where she walked, another young woman walked closer and closer to Ayumi’s path from the opposite direction. This woman had hair the color of honey, with long waves reaching just above her waist, and she’d tied it back in a loose ponytail that only underlined how carefree and young it looked on her. It was especially striking in comparison to her skin, which was not the pale cream of many other young women but closer to a golden tan shade, and the rest of her body was as fashionable and young as she looked.


A white collar fanned out over her golden collarbones and neck, moving down into the sleek, streamlined dark gray of her sleeveless shirt. Down her chest and up further than her natural waist was a double-waisted red skirt that nipped her in, with panels down the skirt that showed off a few matching buttons. The skirt was pleated, drawing even more attention to her long, golden legs, which were clad in dark gray stockings and black high top sneakers. Each shoe had a pink Poke Ball design just above the rubber sole on each side, and she wore a hat the same color of the pink on her shoes, a black hat band and ribbon bow completing the look. Under her skirt was a diaper as well, with blue stars circling the area between her legs as if to show it off. This wouldn’t have been apparent to anyone at first, but a passing car at just the right moment blew up a breeze large enough to lift the red skirt and reveal the diaper in almost its full glory. 


The white puff of familiar material seemed to curl around the other girl’s legs like a little cloud. In the center of the cloud, the area between her legs was crowned by a dusting of blue stars. Ayumi, who hadn’t expected to see such a sight, was surprised by its sudden appearance. She opened her mouth just in time for the car to breeze past her as well, and her skirt also went up to reveal her diaper, covered in little yellow moons dotted all over the material. In a strange, ironic way, both of them seemed to be the opposite of one another in placement of the design and the designs themselves.


For a moment, it seemed like time was frozen. Their skirts fluttered in the air as the breeze lifted them up a few more times, and both Ayumi and the other girl looked at one another in shocked silence. Their eyes were both drawn to one anothers’ diapers, and they stared for a long time.


A few more cars passed, all of them seemingly in a hurry, and the rush of movement only served to keep their diapers exposed as the skirts stayed aloft. When they would start to fall once more, another car would rush past, kicking up the material of the skirts back into the air. They both looked at one another’s faces and saw that both of them were feeling the same thing, their cheeks deep pink as their skirts finally began to fall back into place.


They had been close enough to pass one another if they’d continued to walk, but as they were, it was much more like they were about to have a conversation. Ayumi had turned to face the girl head on, and so had the other young woman to Ayumi, and before they could talk about what they had both seen the other girl giggled nervously and tucked a lock of golden hair behind her ear.


“It’s, um, starting to rain,” she said, holding her other hand out. Ayumi could feel it too, suddenly, the wind now growing chillier with the added mist, and water beginning to drip onto her shoulders from above. The sky was getting very dark, and distant rumbles of thunder echoed through the sky as she looked around. People were opening umbrellas around the two of them. “Do you want to get out of here before it gets worse? I passed a pokemon center up the road, if you’d like to come with me.”


A flash of lightning and a closer clap of thunder startled Ayumi into nodding, not wanting her outfit or her hair to get wet. The white of her shirt would no doubt become translucent as the rain soaked it, and that would mean she would be almost naked from above the waist.

Both girls ran quickly up the street, their shoes tapping on the now damp ground, and they found the pokemon center that the other girl had mentioned without much trouble at all. Panting from the quick pace they’d set, they heard a clap of thunder that was closer than ever as the door shut behind them.

“Sorry about that,” said the other girl, her smile now apologetic. “At least we were able to get here in time to avoid the storm.”

“No, no, not at all. If it wasn’t for you, I think I would still be caught in that rain,” said Ayumi, waving her off. The other girl was cute as well, her outfit perfectly matched to her body and still fashionable despite her overall dampness, and the hope that they could be friends was once again kindled in Ayumi’s friendly look. “I’m Ayumi. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ayumi?” The other girl looked much friendlier now and not as embarrassed. “My name is Serena. It’s nice to meet you, too!”

She was about to say something else, or so Ayumi thought, when another clap of thunder shook the Pokemon Center. The two girls startled as they looked out the nearest window, and as quickly it had come, the storm seemed to be getting worse and worse. Flashes of lightning and steady rain were now pounding the glass. It didn’t look as though it was going to be one of those quick storms, and judging by the way Serena looked disappointed, Ayumi guessed she thought the same thing.

Ayumi noticed the long streams of water now trickling down the glass and her mouth tightened. She had forgotten about the drink she’d had back in the city, before she’d begun her walk, and now her bladder was reminding her of it very loudly. She knew the distant tingles in her lower body were like the rumbles of thunder from before, and that before long she would be rubbing her thighs together with a desperate need to pee. As it stood, Ayumi rubbed her thighs together in preparation for the full, uncomfortable sloshing in her bladder, and Serena looked over to see her wiggling and squirming.

Being a diaper wearer herself, Serena recognized when someone felt the need to pee, and remembered she needed to go herself. She excused herself from Ayumi, looking down one of the hallways of the center to its restrooms, when the monitor near the front desk switched to an important news bulletin about the rain.

Ayumi, whose phone had begun to ring, didn’t take notice of Serena as she walked a little ways away to watch the broadcast. Apparently, according to the anchor, they would be seeing rain in their area for the whole rest of the day and the night, with predictions of it stopping set for the morning after. Serena turned back to tell Ayumi this, but found the young woman’s face set with disappointment.

Ayumi, who had said goodbye to Serena a few seconds before and planned to use the restrooms herself, had gotten an urgent call on her phone. After seeing that it was Dawn, she tapped to take the call and asked if Dawn was all right.

“It’s really rainy out here,” she said, worried. “Will you be able to make it? We’re at the pokemon center at -- ”


“That’s what I actually wanted to call about,” Dawn said, her voice apologetic. “I missed my flight, Ayumi. The next one doesn’t take off until tomorrow morning, and I won’t be able to see you until tomorrow afternoon.”


Ayumi almost wanted to cry. She had been missing Dawn, and while traveling with new friends had been great, she wanted to travel with the first girl she’d met. Swallowing her tears, she nodded before realizing Dawn couldn’t see her. “I understand,” she said, though her voice wobbled a little bit. “It can’t be helped, I guess.”
Dawn began to tell her it was going to be all right, and that it was just one more day, but a curious feeling had started to come from Ayumi’s lower body.


This feeling was from Serena, who had taken the opportunity to move back to Ayumi and see if she could play with her a little while she spoke on the phone. Serena had also seen how cute Ayumi was, and more importantly, how cute her diaper was, even though her surprise. She reached down and under Ayumi’s skirt, sliding her fingers up her smooth thighs before gently rubbing the pads of her thumbs over the material of her diaper. Soon, the rest of her fingers were joining them, fully groping Ayumi’s bottom through the diaper and appreciating the textural differences between the cottony material and the soft skin underneath. The yellow moons were even a little raised, like they had been put on with puffy paint, and Serena enjoyed squishing them against Ayumi’s bottom with light pressure. 


Eventually, her fingers migrated between Ayumi’s legs, and she lovingly began to rub the insides of Ayumi’s thighs, spreading them slightly as Ayumi unconsciously responded by shuffling them further apart. Serena pushed her fingers between them, rubbing and stroking that space over her crotch, and attempted to feel her most private of areas through the material. Each touch was tender and sweet.


This was causing the sensation in Ayumi’s lower body, which had started with a light, tickling teasing and moved on to something deeper and more tingly. Ayumi tried her best to listen to what Dawn was saying, but the combination of her sweet promises and the tingles from her lower half had Ayumi more confused and distracted than ever. All the while, her bladder was urging her to stop what she was doing and find a bathroom, and the tingles from her pee were starting to throw her off, her hand slipping as Dawn’s voice filtered through the phone. 


Dawn spoke quickly about all of the things they’d do with one another when she arrived, how sorry she was, and for Ayumi to chin up, and Serena listened intently as she continued to fondle and play with Ayumi’s body. She had figured out that Ayumi was going to need the emotional support, as well as a friend, and Serena wanted to make sure she was okay -- that, and to maybe keep touching her soft body, indulging in the way Ayumi’s thighs rubbed together around Serena’s hand from both needing to pee and the feelings she was getting from being touched.


“I -- I have to go,” murmured Ayumi, into the receiver. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay, Dawn? Thank you for trying to cheer me up.”


Dawn said a quick goodbye, and that she was sorry again, as Serena pretended she had just been back from the restroom and popped up in front of Ayumi once more.
“So, I was thinking about getting a room here for the night,” she said, innocently. She knew that Ayumi wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “Would you like to come with me? I was just going to ask Nurse Joy if I could rent one, but I don’t like sleeping alone.”


Ayumi, whose bladder still hadn’t been emptied, almost shook her head before she realized she would need a friend until Dawn got there. Blowing Serena off just to use the bathroom seemed silly. She could pee later, she reasoned with herself, so she nodded.


The two of them approached Nurse Joy, who seemed happy to see two cute girls walking up to her desk, and she approved of their renting a room on a rainy day like that one. After filling out the paperwork and talking things through -- with Ayumi being polite and not leaving to go use the bathroom the whole time, her bladder complaining -- Ayumi and Serena were shown to their room. Nurse Joy, always glad to help, told them to ask if they needed anything and that she would be just outside the way they came in.

Both of them thanked her and walked in, setting down their bags to begin settling down for the night. As Ayumi was setting out a new outfit for the day after, Serena called her name and waved a little bag of toiletries at her.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” she said, smiling. She also unearthed a towel. “I’ll leave my soap and shampoo in there in case you want to, too! See you later.”

Ayumi watched her leave relatively quickly into the attached bathroom before she realized that she could no longer enter it. It was rude, on top of invasive, to suddenly burst in on her new and naked friend just to use the toilet in their bathroom. 


But Ayumi was still aching to release herself, and her bladder was less polite than she was. Instead of sitting and waiting for her to wet herself, she compromised. Getting to her feet, she set out on her little journey to find a bathroom and walked out of the room and down one of the hallways.


Of course, Ayumi was never any good at finding her way. She went this way and that, tangling herself up in the hallways like a pokemon would do with an escape rope, and before she knew it, she was hopelessly lost.


Her bladder continued to whine, and it only grew louder and louder as she walked, her thighs pressed tightly together to try and stop the flood. She didn’t know how much longer she would last, if she could last at all, and felt the desperation prick her eyes with tears.

Just then, she heard a sound from one of the hallways she hadn’t tried yet. A giggle. She waited, and then heard another giggle, louder and more distinct. Ayumi’s curiosity had been peaked, but if nothing else, she could ask whoever had been laughing for directions.


She followed the sound of the voice, being cautious in case her steps could be heard, and found herself in a part of the center that seemed shadowed and secret, with boxes everywhere. From where she stood, she could clearly see the figures of two girls, and with another step she could make out their faces and outfits distinctly.
The first girl was strikingly cute, with a pink and red motif to her hair and eyes. Cherry-colored irises were covered with thick black lashes, and her long pink curls were tied to both sides of her head with silky lavender ribbons. She wore a white, almost jacket-like overcoat that was silky white and frilled at the collar and down its lapels, tied together with a matching lavender ribbon. Underneath, a sky blue dress nipped in at her waist, flaring out around her slender thighs and hitting the knee. Said thighs were covered in white pantyhose, sheer enough to reveal a little of her pale skin underneath, and her dainty feet were covered in shining white pumps that had a low heel.
She was with another girl, this one just as cute, who had brown hair in fluffy pigtails that seemed to curve toward her face. Large brown eyes dominated her face, and they sparkled as the two girls interacted. She was in a somewhat different outfit, with a red hoodie hugging the top of her body with quarter-sleeves, and a white hood clasped around her neck. Under the hoodie was the keyhole peek of a black undershirt, and over it was a pair of deep blue overalls that ended at her long, slender thighs. Under those were a pair of socks that went over the knee, stretching a black border around them, and they disappeared into red shoes with white soles.


What was even more striking than the two girls themselves was what they were doing. The first girl, whom Ayumi hadn’t known was named Ursula, was running her fingers up and down her friend’s legs and body with long, sweeping gestures of tenderness. She would focus on the thighs of the other young woman, then between them, rubbing over the crotch she found there. Her mouth was pressed up next to the other girl’s, whispering, and Ayumi didn’t hear what was being said but knew enough that it was good.

Ursula moved her mouth over to the other girl’s, whose name Ayumi also didn’t know. This one was named Lyra. She was busy being kissed and fondled as both of them giggled, with Ursula’s fingers playing over the crotch once more. She did so a few more times before moving toward the buttons of the overalls, quickly undoing them and letting them slide down Lyra’s legs before falling to the floor.

Underneath was a puffy white diaper. Ursula simply went back to rubbing the other girl through it, to Ayumi’s surprise.

Ayumi herself was beginning to feel strange. A growing wetness was forming between her legs and it wasn’t pee. Her nipples had gotten hard. She had become so engrossed in the scene that she’d forgotten she needed to pee entirely.

Someone came up behind Ayumi, which she didn’t realize until their hand had covered her mouth and she could only squeak in surprise. The stranger pulled her skirt up and revealed her diaper once more, and tucked it into the front before moving behind her, groping and fondling her bottom and rubbing her thighs. Their fingers dipped between them as well.

Ayumi felt afraid, but the other person was already whispering into her ear that it was all right.

“Just keep watching,” it said, in a feminine voice. The stranger began to push into Ayumi’s most private places, as though pressing buttons that would make her want to pee, and giggled. “You don’t want to make a mess in front of them, do you?”

Ursula and Lyra had begun kissing with tongues in the meantime, now groping at one another under the diaper and skirt, but before Ayumi could do anything they stopped. Holding hands, they seemed to leave for a more comfortable place to enjoy one another.

Ayumi and the stranger were now alone. In the midst of the chaos, they had unzipped Ayumi’s skirt, letting it fall to the floor before putting it on a box nearby. They then removed the hand from her mouth, instead touching her as she’d never been touched, rubbing and stroking her with gusto through her diaper.

Ayumi didn’t know how much longer she could do this. The wetness only grew larger and larger, and the stranger’s fingers began to play with Ayumi’s sticky tabs, eventually opening them. Ayumi’s diaper fell to the floor, and the other person picked up the diaper and placed it with the skirt.

She was much too overwhelmed at this point to do anything but cry. Ayumi sniffled before being wrapped in a warm hug by the other girl from behind, their voice warm and gentle in her ear. Ayumi wasn’t going to be hurt, they said, and things were all going to be okay.

Ayumi could barely think about that before her thighs were being touched once more, and her legs were being moved apart. Now naked from the waist down, she gasped as the other girl began to stroke her directly between her legs, and began to moan as she cried in shame. It felt good. 

The other girl didn’t linger this time, instead grabbing for something nearby, and put whatever it was on herself before introducing it between Ayumi’s thighs. Slowly, slickly, she felt it enter her, and even though it was long and thick she didn’t feel any pain. In fact, it felt good.

It began to slide in and out of her as the other girl began to move her hips back and forth, and Ayumi felt tears sliding down her cheeks as her lips parted to moan with delight. The other girl, still moving, went to unbutton Ayumi’s shirt and pushed her bra out of the way as she began to play with Ayumi’s hard nipples.

This went on for awhile, until Ayumi felt a pressure building in her lower half that she could do nothing but release. Crying out, she felt her first orgasm sweep through her, and the thick thing pulled out of her body.

Still sniffling, Ayumi felt another thing release, too. Her pee finally began to cascade down her thighs as a feeling of overwhelming relief overtook her.

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