littlelillybelle: controllinginterest: Lilly was mortified: Surely her roommate wasn’t actuall
littlelillybelle: controllinginterest: Lilly was mortified: Surely her roommate wasn’t actually going to make her buy things for her ‘nursery’ (the new name she was required to use, under threat of a repeat of this morning’s spanking, for what had been her bed room)? Especially not while so obviously diapered? Sure her roommate wasn’t going to make good on the threat to turn Lilly into ‘the baby she clearly wants to be’? This was supposed to be just a routine trip to buy some new housewares since her cross-country move. Her roommate was kind enough to offer to drive her, since Lilly’s car was still with most of her stuff, miles away. After the events of this morning, however, that drastically changed. While she had to leave most of her stuff behind for her sudden transfer, Lilly still managed to sneak some of her diapers buried deep in her luggage. After a night of drinking with her roommate and the friend who connected them, Lilly came home and, feeling frisky, diapered herself up before bed. After waking up and wetting a couple times in the night, she woke up fairly early in her thick, squishy diaper. Remembering her roommate mentioning being a late sleeper, Lilly decided to take advantage of the morning by slipping her hand down her wet diaper and slowly caressing herself, wanting a nice gradual build-up to some explosive orgasms in her diaper. After writhing around on her bed for quite some time, kicking the covers off so as not to overheat, she was nearing her climax, still teasing herself to build it up even higher. Through her haze of arousal, she stopped being quite so conscious of remaining quiet, and began to moan in passion. It just so happened that this was also the time her roommate woke up. Her roommate, simply wanting to embarrass poor Lilly, crept to her door and opened it a crack, while Lilly’s moans became louder, more passionate and needy. Sensing she was right on the edge of climax, her roommate burst into the room with a cheery, sing-song “Good morning, Lilly!”, only to stop short, mouth agape when she saw the girl, frozen in fear, with her hand buried in what was clearly an oversized, soaking wet baby diaper. @controllinginterest wrote a really blushy fiction story about me. I’m so embarrassed…because it’s so close to non-fiction. -- source link