Sapphic Story, Flash Fiction

(Sorry No Title. More Smut)

“Umph! Why’s I gotta wear them?” Sandy pouts as her partner grabs her hand, swiftly walking down the stairs of their apartment, the brand new plastic changing mat sitting in the open space of the living room.

“Sweetheart, it's because you keep having accidents,” her partner, Lucy, replies, not taking a moment to glance back towards the other woman. “Let’s not forget our little Google adventure. I’m just trying to keep your clothes and our furniture clean.”

Sandy looked away from her partner’s condescending smirk before she felt the other woman turn, putting both hands on her shoulders. Sandy hadn’t realized that they had reached the changing mat. With a swift movement, Sandy found herself pushed down her back and butt landing on the mat with an audible squish. 

“I thought you had the hang of it, but it’s okay. Sometimes we start sliding back down the ladders we’ve climbed.”

“I’m a grown-up up though…” The statement faded quickly into the sounds of the TV in their living room. Lucy smirked quietly to herself as she unbuttoned Sandy’s shortalls, the snaps on the legs making this process much easier. She was very thankful she had found that website.

“Accidents don’t stop happening when you reach a certain again, sweetie,” Lucy said, her tone accepting, something similar to a mommy comforting her little. “How long has it been since you woke up dry? When was the last time you didn’t pee your pants during the day? Not to mention your current situation.”

A slight tap on Sandy’s hip signals her to lift her hips, so Lucy can move the shortalls up to her back. Lucy didn’t want to have to completely help redress her padded partner. “Even the doctor said it’s best to keep you in diapers for now.” Undoing the tapes of Sandy’s diaper, the crinkles hit her ears, causing Sandy to flush and put her hand over her face, while Lucy simply smiled.

As she pulls the diaper away, she watches as Sandy slowly bites her lower lip, the quietest moan slipping through. Lucy decides to push things a bit further, “You know, that Google trip mentioned that someone might be causing these accidents, I mean, look at how… wet you are. How can that happen?”

“Wha- what do y-you mean?” Sandy’s face was burning up; she could feel her partner’s hand pushing the well-soaked diaper back over her most sensitive of areas, the warmth of her most recent accident causing the woman to squirm in her own mess. Lucy started to press her hand onto Sandy’s pussy through the diaper.

“I suppose I mean that a grown woman, of 30 years, suddenly wetting the bed and not being able to go more than a few hours before wetting herself is a bit… unique,” Lucy said, her hand moving back and forth slowly, the pressure just hard enough to cause Sandy to gasp, but not respond. “That wouldn’t be the case for you now, would it? I mean, you’re such a good girl, right?” Lucy increased the pressure with two of her fingers, causing Sandy to make a sound somewhere between a moan and some kind of verbal response that was lost.
  Trying to maintain her composure, Sandy wills herself to change the subject, “I, I could always change myself." 

“You could, I suppose,” Lucy said, leaning over her partner, her accepting smirk transformed into that of a tigress who had just pounced on her prey. “But…” Lucy paused, giving Sandy a gentle peck on her lower lip, at the same time continuing to run her hand over Sandy’s tingling pussy. “Do you really want to?”

“No…” Sandy's voice a whisper as she half gasps the word involuntarily.

“The best part is, I found a special forum; it has been so educational,” Lucy said, going in for a deeper kiss, her tongue pushing its way into Sandy’s mouth, the lingering embarrassment fading from Sandy’s body in almost an instant. As she pulls back, looking down at the still blushing face of her partner, she licks her lips, “Do you want to know what people have told me?”

Sandy can feel her body vibrating in tandem with Lucy’s movements and her own breathing; she is edging closer and closer, her mind a total fog. “Wha-what are people saying?”

“Well, they were telling me that if all of this was real, I would be having accidents all over the place, not just at home.” Lucy’s tongue darts out, flicking Sandy’s nose before she continues, “Of course, we know that our last trip to the store included a special show in the toilet paper aisle, very ironic if I do say so myself.”

The memory flashed through Sandy’s mind. She could see herself, knees already bent as she was literally picking up a pack of toilet paper, when her body picked that exact moment to release her breakfast. Thankfully, no one else was in the aisle, but the rest of the trip, Lucy kept pausing to pull Sandy’s skirt down. Sandy wasn’t sure if it was to tease her or if she actually needed to hide her drooping diaper.

“There are people who enjoy it, you know…” Lucy had started to rub her hand faster and just a bit harder. Sandy’s legs twitched randomly, as her breathing quickened, “But you don’t, do you, kitten? You are over here complaining about wearing them. You wouldn’t be lying to me, peeing yourself on purpose.”

“Umph…I, no, don’t,” Sandy’s back arched as Lucy leaned in for another kiss, deeper, possessive, controlling, her tongue invading her mouth, her mind shutting down for an instant.

“Use your words, baby…” At some point, Lucy’s fingers had pushed through the padding of the diaper, as Sandy gasped, feeling her partner's fingers insert themselves into her aching pussy.

“Please…” The word breathlessly jumps out of Sandy’s mouth as Lucy gives her another deep kiss.

“Tell the truth, kitten, or I’ll finish changing you.” Sandy felt Lucy’s words dig into her fuzzy brain, in symphony of Lucy’s fingers, rhythmically moving in and out of her body, with simple adjustments that Sandy’s edged out brain couldn’t understand.

“I have… I do it on purpose.” Sandy said, her arms wrapping around Lucy’s neck, her eyes glassy and pleading.

“Do it now, for me,” Lucy whispers as she locks eyes with Sandy, the tigress looking down at her nearly broken prey.

“N-nnh, No! Grown-up, I’m…” Sandy tried to regain some sort of mental foothold on the situation; however, Lucy leans forward, pushing the two women’s breasts together, as she nibbles gently on Sandy’s ear before whispering;

“I’ll stop…”

“Please, no!” Sandy gasps, feeling Lucy fully withdraw her fingers from her slick box.

“So needy baby,” Lucy continues to whisper into Sandy’s ear, she can feel her partner about to break, “Let go baby, do it for…” The slight pause gives Sandy a moment to look directly at Lucy, before Lucy’s fingers quickly push back into Sandy’s snatch, “Mommy.”

Sandy’s eyes empty of any thought, as she releases her bladder into the waiting diaper, Lucy can feel the warm urine move over her fingers, as Sandy’s pussy clenches over them at the same time. Sandy’s jaw drops open, the perfect ‘o’ as Lucy looks on silently.

“Good girl…” Lucy says as she pulls her hand from Sandy's diaper, lifting herself back into a sitting position in front of her partner, “You definitely need this, huh, baby?” Lucy smiles down at Sandy, watching the woman’s hands drop onto her breast, with her thumb landing on her mouth as she begins to suck away on it gently, no more thoughts of being a grown-up left in her mind.