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Diaper Sorority - Part two

Author – Penthouse Variations magazine

By morning, I was soaking wet and Claire (who was a bedwetter anyway) had overflowed her diapers and plastic panties and wet the bed, leaving soggy yellow stains. After breakfast and some more fooling around, both Claire and I were changed into thick crinkly disposable diapers this time along with clear noisy plastic pants. We were dressed in tank tops and shorts that barely covered our diapered bottoms. In fact, when I sat down you could see my diapers pressing against the elastic leg openings of my plastic panties through the leg holes of my shorts.

Then we were sent off to the nearest public laundromat, our diapers and plastic panties crinkling and crackling as we somewhat waddled, with all the sorority's soiled diapers and plastic panties to wash and fold. The humiliation of possibly being seen dressed in diapers let alone washing this mess was strangely exciting to me. I think Claire was also enjoying the "danger" of being caught. Combined with the feeling of the thick diaper rubbing between my legs, the slippery vinyl panties made the slightest movement stimulating and my diaper was becoming damp all over again.

About half way into this chore I felt my stomach begin to growl and soon my bowels were stirring unmercifully. Bending over a wash load I turned and looked at Claire who was a little pale and squirming all over the place. "Oh my God, I have to poop real bad," she whispered to me with growing urgency. "I know, me, too," I said, "we better find a bathroom."

We both looked around the Laundromat and the only bathroom was padlocked from the outside. I was straining to hold it in and Claire was almost crying again, afraid to take even a step. Then I saw her kind of twist and do a little turn and the look of panic in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. Within seconds I was rocked with a violent bowel cramp, took two steps toward the bathroom and felt a huge, wet poop squish between my cheeks, creep up my butt and fill the back of my diapers. Two more cramps and I was finishing up with a rush of wet potty.

Claire looked just like a toddler, waddling with a big mess in her pants. To add insult, two guys wander into the Laundromat ready to wash their clothes. They hardly put their stuff into a washer when it became very apparent that both Claire and I had pooped our pants. I have never been so embarrassed in my life, walking around trying to finish the wash (folding big stacks of diapers and such, no less) with a huge wet mess in my diapers squishing around every time I took a step.

Luckily, we were close to finishing when two of our sisters walk in to "help" us. "What's that smell?" said one in a loud voice.

"I think our babies have pooped their diapers," says the other. "Well, we better get them changed, don't you think?' says the one, and in no time they've got Claire lying down in the back on a folding table pulling down her shorts, then her plastic pants. They peeled the tapes off of  her diapers and pulled them off, cleaning her up. They rediapered Claire in another disposable and pulled her plastic pants back up along with her shorts.

By this time the guys are in hysterics watching us get our wet, poopy diapers changed. The so-called chocolate milk we drank the night before in our bottles was loaded with laxatives and this whole thing was planned. I was next, off came my skimpy shorts, plastic panties and diapers. I then was rediapered the same as Claire.

With fresh diapers on and the laundry done, we headed back to the sorority house. The sorority sisters then exchanged our shorts for short skirts. Next it was a trip to the local mall. In the company of two more sorority sisters, we purchased all sorts of very juvenile sleep sets and other clothes. We were made to try everything on which meant stripping to our diapers and plastic panties, sometimes in common dressing rooms.

In the middle of a kid's clothing store (Claire was a tiny thing and still fit into all sorts of little girl style clothes), the laxative finished its job. I didn't even pretend to fight the urge this time, letting the poop pass freely into the seat of my diapers. When I was finished pooping, I felt the flow of warm urine fill my crotch. Within minutes, one of my escorts noticed the aroma and, right in the isle of the store, lifted my skirt up and checked my diaper. I was taken back to a fitting room and changed right on the floor from a supply of crinkly disposable diapers one of the girls were keeping in a large diaper bag.

With the weekend coming to a close, I was bummed about having to go back to wearing regular panties. Just the thought of diapers and plastic panties now made me quite juicy and I came to regard diaper changes with charged enthusiasm. Plus by Monday morning, I wasn't sure I could be trusted out of diapers. In fact, almost half the sisters wore diapers 24-hours a day and everyone was required to sleep in diapers and plastic panties or disposable diapers (your choice).

House rules also included a changing regimen that proved to be quite interesting. You were not allowed to change your own diapers even if you we’re soaking wet or thoroughly messy. Each week a number of sisters were designated nannies, we all rotated shifts, and only one of the nannies could change a dirty diaper.

 

Each girl had her own style and there were always sexual implications. Nannies were completely in charge; we were to obey at the risk of discipline if we misbehaved. If time didn't permit a full interlude, you were always teased, keeping us fully charged most days.

While some of the girls were dedicated lesbians, most of us used this as a release until relationships could develop with men outside the sorority. However, diapers were required on all dates. I still remember my first real date after joining the sorority. I had been flirting with a produce guy at the local market since arriving at school. After months, he finally asked me out.

The first date ended only with a very passionate kiss good night. But the second date got very interesting. After dinner and a movie, I had thoroughly soaked a thick diaper under a cute little pair of pink plastic panties. After the movie, we drove to a remote part of the campus and started making out and petting pretty heavily.

Brian was a seasoned, considerate lover and easily the best male partner I'd experienced since starting school. He was all over me but in a gentle and highly erotic way. He fondled my nipples and gently stroked my breasts until I was creamy. Then he stuck his hand up my skirt.

I'd forgotten all about my special underwear. It took us both a minute to grasp the reality of the situation. I was so used to being fondled wearing wet diapers and so involved in the moment, I hadn't given his advances any special consideration until he suddenly whispered to me and asked me what I was wearing. I couldn't lie but I couldn't talk either.

So I just lifted my skirt to show him. Even in the relative darkness there was no mistaking my bulging diapers and the shine of my plastic baby panties. He just grinned a little and went right back to rubbing me through the baby panties.

"Let's see if baby needs a change," he said after a few minutes. I was highly aroused and hardly in any position to deny his advances by now.

As he gently slipped his finger under the elastic leg opening of my plastic panties and stroked my wet ass I was mentally begging him to screw me.

"Looks like baby needs a change," he said as he firmly grabbed my left ass cheek and smoothly moved between my legs to my dripping vagina. In seconds, my skirt was up around my waist and he was slipping my baby panties around my ankles. The soft aroma of wet diapers was driving me further to the brink as he unzipped and unbuttoned his own pants, revealing to me his own excitement.

As much as I desired him inside me, I wanted to show him how grateful I was he didn't go running from the car the minute he realized I was wearing diapers. Admiring his stiff penis and gently stroking his balls and pubic hair, I swung around and licked his dick repeatedly, finally placing the entire shaft deep into my mouth and throat.

Expecting him to cum instantly (which had been my experience with every other boy till now), I was letting myself really go. Between the aroma of my diapers, the smell of his cock and the wet cloth rubbing me as I gyrated, I exploded, feeling my excessive as orgasmic juices flow freely from me as my pee had been earlier. Ever so close himself, Brian withdrew and swiftly slipped me back on to the seat and unpinned my diapers.

As I lay in my moistness, he plunged into me, bringing me right back to outer space. He moved back and forth, slowly at first, allowing me to feel him deep inside me while the base of his shaft coddled my clitoris again and again. My head spun in six different directions as dove into me, faster and faster. Finally, grabbing his firm little buttocks and slamming him into me, we both came in a sweaty rush of mind numbing orgasm.

We lay together in seething exhaustion for what seemed like an hour. I was actually falling in and out of consciousness when without a thought I started to wet. He was still deep inside me, semi flaccid when the potty ran over his balls and penis and rushed between my legs and ass and gathered beneath me. Like a magic spell, the warm potty brought Brian back to instant erection, filling me again.

And, as we lay together, my wetness spilling over both of us, we made love again, cumming in glorious unison after at least another 15 minutes of furious pumping. By the time we stopped, the whole car smelled of potty and sex and I had left a huge wet stain on Brian's back seat. He gave up his tee-shirt to wipe up the mess in the car. Of course, I didn't have any dry diapers with me but Brian just repinned my wet ones and slipped my plastic panties back over them so I wouldn't soak the front seat on the ride home.

The 20 minute ride back to the sorority house was a quiet one. Although I had a million things to say to him, I couldn't quite get anything out. I was physically exhausted and very nearly unconscious, as if I had taken drugs. Back at the house, we spent a long good-bye, necking almost to the point I was ready to do him again. I hardly noticed as I stepped out of the car the slight pressure and stuffiness in my tummy.

Not more than five steps towards the door, my ass opened like a trap

door and two huge wet poops filled my already soggy didy. What a night.

I knew when the Nanny discovered my poopy diapers; I'd be in a lot of trouble! Sure enough, I was spanked for pooping my pants, bathed, pinned into a heavy night diaper and put to bed. Drifting off to sleep, I again felt the warm rush of potty filing my diaper.

I have turned into a chronic bedwetter and even wet my pants during the day in class. Often forgetting I'm not in diapers has caused me some very embarrassing moments, which always leads to some very interesting and provocative discipline. In fact, I prefer wearing diapers to panties. But I guess that's life as a Delta Baby.

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