On The Road Again - Chapter 20

Even though she had relaxed her hold on it, Isla still blushed and recoiled when she felt the warmth of her piss flooding into her diaper. It came out faster than she had liked, and there was even a soft hissing of the stream hitting the inner padding that she quickly tried to mask. She managed to get ahold of the flow and stop it before she couldn’t anymore, then looked up with a uneasy grin at Jill. Jill smiled eagerly, loving every moment of Isla’s release.

Allowing a small burst of pee out just made her bladder more desperate for a full release, and so while Isla wanted to allow the diaper time to adequately absorb and disperse the pee evenly, her ability to do so was quickly dwindling. Her next idea was to adjust positions so that the pee would flow to different dry spots further up on her diaper. So, as she relaxed again and let the flow continue, she sprawled out in the backseat, touching Jill’s legs with her toes. Jill smirked and chuckled, confused at the action, then typed into their note.

Jill: “What’re you doing?”

Isla clenched again, managing to hold in the remaining flow while the pee flowed and absorbed into the regions of the diaper closer to her waist. When she felt it was absorbed enough, she grabbed the phone and replied.

Isla: “Trying to use the whole diaper,”

Jill: “I see, smartypants.”

Isla: “More like Pottypants.”

Jill: “I like that nickname…”

Isla tried to keep typing, but her bladder had finally had enough of the stop and release, and was ready to give whether Isla liked it or not. The flow started easy, with a dribble, but as Isla became more aware of it and tried to stop it, it became a full flow that quickly pooled under her butt. Isla grimaced, unsure as to whether or not her efforts to spread the flow around did enough to stop her from leaking.

Isla: “Fuck, it all just came out.”

Jill: “Awe, could little miss pottypants not hold it anymore?”

Isla looked up from the phone and smiled at Jill while a warmth and wetness that wasn’t piss-reated brewed in her diaper.

Isla: “It’s in like a pool. I hope it didn’t leak…”

Jill: “Show me your butt!”

Isla read the message, then slowly turned her hips up to reveal her backside to Jill. Jill examined it for a moment. It looked dry, but suddenly, a little leak formed from under her right bum cheek. Jill smiled devilishly.

Isla: “Is it good?”

Jill: “It’s good…but that’s not to say you haven’t leaked.”

Isla: “Omg. Did I or didn’t I?”

Jill: “You did. I think you had it under control until you turned over, ironically.”

Isla: “Dammit. Well, I guess we both have punishments….”

Jill: “I guess we do…start them at the hotel? Or later?”

Isla: “Do you want to do them at the same time or one after the other?”

Jill: “Well, I leaked first. I’ll do your punishment; then you do mine?”

Isla: “Deal.”

The girls ended their back and forth text conversation and looked out their respective windows. Their diapers cooled and squished under their weight when they shifted, something that you wouldn’t hear unless you were listening for it. Both Isla and Jill were listening for it.

It wasn’t long after that both dozed off for what seemed like a moment, only to be woken up by Kennedy calling their names.

“Isla! Jill! Come on; we’re here.” Isla and Jill slowly woke and looked around. They were in a parkade, having arrived at their next hotel. Kennedy and Heather got out of the car, and when they were a decent distance away, Jill and Isla exited. After a big stretch, they quietly examined each other’s wet spots. Neither of the spots was severe, and the hour or so dry time they had made them almost invisible. Jill and Isla gave each other a thumbs up, then grabbed their bags and started walking to catch up with Kennedy and Heather.

“It’s so heavy,” Jill whispered to Isla.

“Tell me about it. Mine feels like it’s about to fall off!” She replied.

When Isla and Jill caught up with Kennedy and Heather, Kennedy was checking in, and Heather was taking pictures of the foyer. Kennedy finished up and gathered up everyone.

“Okay, so did we want to switch roommates?” Kennedy asked.

“No.” -Isla. “No.” -Jill. “Sure.” -Heather. The girls answered in unison. Kennedy rolled her eyes.

“Sorry Heather, but Isla and Jill are new BFFs, so you’re stuck with me,” Kennedy said.

“Oh well, at least you’re not drinking tonight,” Heather said, grabbing the room key from Kennedy. Kennedy then handed a key to both Jill and Isla.

“We have a little time to settle in. Beyond the carnival this evening, I don’t really have plans, so let me know what you guys want to get up to,” Kennedy explained. “We leave for the carnival at 4, there’s lots of good food there for dinner, and we’ll probably come back around 12. Cool?”

“Cool!” Jill and Isla responded in unison, then hurried to the elevator to get to their floor. Kennedy noticed they both were walking funny but didn’t think much beyond that.

When the elevator door closed, leaving them alone inside, Jill practically pounced onto Isla. She kissed her lips and neck and squeezed Isla’s soaked diaper ass, and Isla reciprocated briefly before pulling away.

“Let’s get into the room first!” She chuckled.

“I can’t help it. I need to get into your potty pants now,” Jill replied, throwing herself back onto Isla’s lips and shoving a hand into the front of Isla’s piss-soaked diaper. Isla moaned and gasped just as the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Isla pulled away casually, and Jill turned to see a family waiting to take the elevator down. Jill cleared her throat then pulled on Isla’s hand as they exited the elevator, avoiding eye contact with the family.

Finally, they got into their room. Their clothes came off almost immediately, and just as they were about to get busy, they realized…

“Huh. Only one bed,” Isla said with a smile.

“Hopefully it has plastic sheets,” Jill replied. Isla chuckled.

“Should we call the front desk?” She asked.

“Couldn’t hurt,” Jill replied, and the pair dove onto the mattress.