paddedlittleparadise: There she was: seated demurely at the end of the dock, rocking gently up and d
paddedlittleparadise: There she was: seated demurely at the end of the dock, rocking gently up and down with the lapping of the waves. It was Jenna. And sure enough, just as she’d promised, it was there under her denim skirt…One of those adult diapers we’d just bought.Oh, we were no strangers to the game of truth or dare, the two of us. We’d practically grown up together, living as we did across the street from one another. And many a time we had laughed and prodded and teased one another into doing all sorts of stupidly hilarious things - things we sometimes regretted later.But lately, things between us had been changing. For the weirder.Not to be a sap or anything, of course. But lately our innocent childhood vibe had been fading. My chest had began to feel tight whenever I met her dancing eyes. My pulse thumped unnaturally loudly in my ears whenever I found myself beside her. And this weekend, thanks to our joint family camping trip, I was awkwardly stuck with her more than ever… and secretly loving every minute of it.“Hey, Jenna, got one for you!” I’d declared last night as the two of us huddled around the campfire. “Truth or dare: Who was your first crush?” It was a throwaway ask - almost a cliché in such games. But oddly enough, she’d flushed and giggled and refused to answer. And so I’d had no choice but to… well, to dream up a dare.Which happened to be rather closer to a sordid fantasy than anything.And yet she’d accepted it. “Sure, sounds fine to me,” she’s shrugged. “Stupid, but fine. We gotta go shopping tomorrow to get some more marshmallows and bug spray, anyway. But listen, you’re gonna have to come along and buy them for me, okay?”And of course I had - joking and laughing weakly the whole time, trying desperately not to let on that we were on the verge of fulfilling one of the biggest fantasies of my nineteen-year life.So now, there she sat, openly and gorgeously diapered… and smirking at my flabbergasted expression. “Hey, Ryan, c’mere. Gotta tell you something.” As I bent closer, my heart feeling like it was about to pound its way out through my chest, she giggled softly in my ear. “Just wanted to let you know the answer to your question last night. My first crush… was you.”She smiled warmly into my face, a twinkle in her eye as her fingers brushed tantalizingly over the crinkling plastic surface between her legs. “Now, truth or dare. You want me to make you wear one of these too, don’t you?”Image Credit: UKDiaperGirls.comPlease keep my caption and accreditation intact when reblogging! As long as you do, may all your holiday gifts arrive on time and undamaged (despite Fed-Ex’s best efforts).If you like this piece and want to read more of my writing, feel free to check out my Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/paddedlittleparadise! -- source link