By LvLane

(fff, bedwetting, diapers)

Boy, Rhonda sure can meet them, can't she? On a packing job today the regular crew went to a house on Manchester while Rhonda went to start on a different household on Hanley. The Hanley job was a local move, from Clayton out to west county. When the other two women finished the small job they were sent to, they joined Rhonda at around 11:00 a.m.

In the meantime, Rhonda knocked on the door. The young woman, a rather "dumpy" looking, pudgy, red haired, timid creature, invited Rhonda in. As she introduced herself, Rhonda stepped into the house on Hanley and immediately detected the smell in the air.

The young lady, Carry, showed her through the house, the living room, kitchen, dining room, the basement, consisting of the laundry room, a store room, an office and a family room and a half bath. Then, back upstairs she showed Rhonda the two children's bedrooms, her husband's bedroom, ( hmmmmm, Rhonda thought, separate bedrooms ) the large family bathroom, linen closet and finally, her bedroom and master bath.

The smell was much stronger in her bedroom. I'm sorry, the demure, intimidated and embarrassed Carry told Rhonda. Rhonda looked at her with obvious question marks in her expression. The poor girl had to admit, I wet, she said, her head bowed, her face down, ashamed of the fact.

Oh honey, Rhonda said putting her arm around the 23 year old woman. You poor sweetie. I can relate though, hon. One of my best girlfriends in college was a wetter.

She was? Carry's eyes brightened a little as she raised her face to look at Rhonda. It is so embarrassing!

I'm sure sweetie. But as for me, don't give it a second thought. I absolutely love it!

You DO?

Yes, hon. Vicky and I had the MOST fun ever.

Vicky was your college girlfriend?

Yes.

Did she wet at night?

Yes.

I do in the day time too, Carry admitted, again ducking her face in shame.

Oh come on, now, sweetie, Rhonda said, putting her fingers under Carry's chin and raising her face. Don't worry about it honey. You wet your bed at night?

And my panties ... And my jeans ...

During the day also? Rhonda questioned.

I can't go anywhere ... I never know when it will happen! I wear diapers whenever I just HAVE to go out someplace, but they are so bulky, and I'm afraid people will know.

Well, let's get this packing job finished sweetie, and I'll come take you out with me. We'll go to several places I know of where it WON'T MATTER AT ALL!!! You'll meet some friends of mine that wet too. We'll have some real fun honey, Rhonda encouraged her.

Oh where is that? And what's your name again?

I'm Rhonda, honey, she told the poor girl putting out her hand to shake hands. So, show me your room ... I mean the fun things.

You can't mean my ... wet bed and laundry .... can you?

Yes, dear, exactly those things.

Well, here is my bed ... uhhh ... what do you want to see?

Turn the covers back honey, Rhonda told her.

Ohhh, no. You are going to look at my messy bed, aren't you?

Yes, sweetie. I'll look and enjoy, I promise!

You are very rare, Miss ....

Just Rhonda, honey. Just Rhonda. Turn your covers back and let me see.

Did you see your girlfriend's bed?

Oh yes, of course, hon. We shared her bed many many times, Rhonda told her.

You slept together?

Oh heavens yes.

Did she wet ... you know ... when you were in bed with her?

Yes, of course, hon. We did it on purpose!

You wet too?

Yes, but it isn't accidental. I do it on purpose.

Do you still do it ... or ... she stopped for a long pause

Or what, hon?

Oh, I just wondered if maybe you stopped after your girlfriend ..... did you break up or did something happen ... or ...

Don't ask, sweetie. It is kind of a painful memory. But we did it very lovingly together and enjoyed one another very much. Carry had turned back the covers on her bed. She hadn't gotten around to changing her bed yet. The top sheet was quite wet from laying in contact with the very wet bottom sheet and the cotton pad under it. Both were stained in addition to the current wetness, both having large yellowy rings on them from her numerous bed wettings. Rhonda was thoroughly enjoying seeing Carry's wet bed. Her quimmy was already buzzing. She didn't know if Carry had noticed her now large hardened nipples or not, but they were sending electrical charges down through her belly button to her mound and through her bush and down into her frontal split. Do you use a rubber sheet?

Well, plastic.

Oh, okay. Plastic. Vicky used a rubber sheet on her bed.

Vicky was her name, huh?

Yes, Rhonda confirmed. Rhonda glanced across into the bathroom and asked, Could I see your laundry hamper?

Do you really WANT to? Carry was surprised again.

Sure, sweetie, Rhonda told her. Carry led her to the master bathroom and opened the clothes hamper. Uuuuhhhmmmm..mmmmmmm honey, it smells yummmmmy!!!! GAWD, I just LOVE the smell of urine, Rhonda told her.

You DO???

Oh yes, hon! Hard to believe, isn't it? I know you must have been terribly paranoid about having strangers coming into your house today for this packing and moving, huh.

Yes, I was nearly paralyzed with fear.

I'm sure. Well, I usually do all the glassware, breakables, mirrors and pictures, hon. But I want to do your room, the bathroom and then the kids rooms, okay? Maybe your husband's room before the other two girls get here... Okay?

Yeah .. Uh, you sure?

Oh yes, baby. I want to work in here as long as I can. I want to just inhale every breath of your pee pee smell I can get into my nose!!!

GAWD, you are a very strange person indeed. I think we'll get along just fine Miss ... uh ....

Just Rhonda, sweetie. I'm an artist, hon. I'm pretty much just making grocery money with this job, so I can concentrate on my art work as much as possible.

yada yada.... blah blah....

Rhonda packed pictures and lamps from Carry's bedroom, office items from a desk in one of the corners, her computer and all the peripherals along with books and manuals and her dresser and vanity and closet clothes and other items in the closet. The whole while Rhonda drank in the sensual erotic scent of Carry's uriney odor, reminiscing about Vicky as she packed the boxes. Carry, meanwhile, stripped her bed to the plastic sheet, wiped it clean with a towel and disinfectant solution, dried it then remade it. She would sleep in her bed one more night, then have to get up early to strip, wash and pack her bedding before the move the next morning. The family was planning on staying one night in a motel since the truck driver would not be able to unload the trailer even though the move was only a few miles away.

In the bathroom Rhonda enjoyed Carry's soiled clothing as she emptied the laundry hamper there in front of Carry. She took out two pairs of Carry's big wet panties, held them up to look at them, examining the wetness, then held them to her face to sniff, to inhale the uriney smell of Carry's soiled panties. She took out two pairs of wet jeans, also held them up and examined the wet crotch and upper legs, them too she raised to her nose to sniff Carry's delicious pissy smell. Oh honey, you smell sooo wonderful, she told the poor embarrassed girl. Your wet undies and jeans smell soooo delicious, sweetheart! I just love this smell, dear!!!

You do? Really?

Oh yes, baby! Don't worry. I am realllllly enjoying this!!! She laid the jeans aside with the panties and picked up a couple bras, then a t-shirt, a blouse, all strongly scented with Carry's pee pee smell. Uuuhhmmm, Carry, dear... You smell absolutely luscious!!! GAWD, I just can't get over you!

I am just stunned, Rhonda, that you really like this. How did you get into this? she asked.

Oh, well, it's a long story. Where do I start? Hey, I know .... Can you get away this evening? I mean, will your husband let you go out with me?

He doesn't care. He likes to be rid of me as much as possible.

How long have you been ... How long ... Rhonda was trying to word her question properly and was at a rare bit of a loss for words.

I know what you're trying to ask. Since I had the first baby.

I don't know what happened. The doctors say it was some kind of nerve damage. Simon insists it's all in my head. That I'm nuts or something.

Well, don't worry, hon. Things will work out, I'm sure.

I'm glad you are.

If not with him, then with me for sure, baby. So, could I come back say, around 6:30 to 7:00 this evening? Pick you up, take you to dinner...it'll have to be McDonalds or Taco Bell or someplace cheap!

Oh hon, that's fine. In fact let's make it my treat! We can go to a nice place. I'll be sure to wear a diaper so I won't embarrass you.

Alright, Rhonda agreed. But like I said, don't worry about any possibility of embarrassing me, sweetie. I enjoy it. She continued to sort through Carry's laundry, raising up socks, pantyhose, towels and wash cloths, all scented with her delectable urine smell. She finished the master bedroom and bathroom, the family bathroom, linen closet, the two kids bedrooms and then moved into the husband's room. He kept a manly scented potpourri in several different places in his room, on his desk, on both bedside tables, in his chest of drawers and on his dresser. He too, had an office arranged in the corner of his bedroom, almost an exact duplicate of Carry's, same peripherals, books and manuals and so forth. Again Rhonda packed pictures, lamps, items from his desk, his dresser and chest of drawers and closet clothes and other items in his closet. He kept a laundry basket in the corner of his closet and while Carry was taking care of things in the rest of the house, Rhonda enjoyed sorting through his laundry as well. Uuhhmmm, she mused to herself, nice little pee pee stains in the fronts of his under shorts too! I guess that's normal though, she thought, the little dribbles after a pee. Ooooh and the brownie marks in the backs of his shorts... uuuhhhmmmm , yummmmmy, she thought as she sniffed at them. I wonder what's he's doing for sex, she thought. Wouldn't it be great to turn him on to wetting and get the two of them, he and Carry back together, enjoying their life together again!

Spring and Becky arrived, a little later than Rhonda expected.

She had already started packing the dishes in the kitchen. The other two gals went to the basement and made short work of those rooms. Spring helped Rhonda finish packing the glassware while Becky took care of the garage and storage shed out back of the house. The paperwork was completed and signed by 2:00 in the afternoon and Spring and Becky left before Rhonda. Rhonda reconfirmed the arrangements for the evening with Carry, assured her husband that she would have her home right on time.

Yeah, well, keep out as late as you like, he said sarcastically.

Oh cool, can I just bring her home in the morning?

Sure, why not....? the bastard asked!

So, Rhonda dropped off the van at Gary's house, took the paperwork in to his office and left it for him, since he hadn't made it back home yet. She drove home, showered and dressed for the evening, then sat down to her computer and began to write the account of the day's work ... or play! Six o'clock came round and she left to pick up Carry.

She answered the door dressed in a rather bright blue satiny- silky pants and top outfit, very baggy, of course to accommodate her diaper. Rhonda drove to the restraunt of Carry's choice, the two enjoyed a delicious dinner, Carry's treat, then went to the Excalibur, a gay/les club in the city.

Carry was in awe of the atmosphere, the ambiance, and quite taken with some of Rhonda's friends there. In just a few minutes this poor timid, demure young lady was considerably more outgoing and sociable than Rhonda ever guessed she could be. She was dancing with one of the girls within half an hour and within the hour had her first accident.

Immediately she stopped in the middle of a dance with another girl and returned to the table with Rhonda. She whispered in her ear that she had just pissed herself.

Well, honey, don't let it bother you at all. If you told Sharon, she'd take you into the bathroom and change your diaper for you and ...

And what, Rhonda...?

Well, do you want to tell her...?

Would you tell her?

We'll tell her together. Come on. Let's go back out there and finish the dance with her. The two returned to the dance floor and joined Sharon who had taken up the dance with two other gals.

Oh, there you are. I wondered what you were doing.

Sharon, Carry has an embarrassing problem, but we don't want her to be embarrassed over it. We'll enjoy her little problem, if you catch my drift.

No, I don't follow, hon, she told Rhonda, glancing questioningly at Carry.

Now you have to tell her, honey, she told Carry. Don't WORRY, hon, Rhonda tried reassuring her.

Well ... well. I ... I had an accident.

Sharon's eyes lit up! You did huh? Ooohhh, what kind of accident darling, she asked grinding herself closer to Carry, then up against her. She put her hands onto Carry's back and slid them down farther to her hips and felt the bulk inside of her blue pants. Ooooh baby, is this what I think it is? Sharon asked her pressing the front of her jeans against Carry's silky blue pants.

Yes. It is a ....

Say no more, darling. Care to join me in private, Sharon asked her, then turning to Rhonda, included her.

Yes. I am so embarrassed though.

Well don't be darling. You are such a sweetie. And you have THAT little problem... Yumm.....myyyyy....., Sharon told her. Come on with me, sweetie. Sharon took Carry by the hand and led her off toward the front entry to the club's dance hall, via our table of course to pick up Carry's big handbag along the way, and out to the lobby where the bathrooms are.

Inside she, Carry and Rhonda stepped into the handicapped stall so they would have plenty of room and a private wash basin as well. Rhonda stood to one side of Carry and Sharon to the other, caressing down her back to her bottom and down over her breasts to her tummy and the top of that wonderful padding inside. Each one hooked a thumb inside the waistband of Carry's pants and slid her blue silkies down her pudgy thighs to where they fell to the floor by themselves. Oooohhh there was her diaper, under her panties. Uuuuuuuuhhhmmmm, Rhonda thought, while Sharon moaned audibly.

Oooohh I can't believe you girls.

Why? Sharon asked.

It's just that .... my husband has hated me for ... well several years now ... All my friends have deserted me ...

Not here sweetie!!!! You've found friends like you've never had before, honey, Rhonda told her.

I can see ... I'm just so overwhelmed. The two women caressed over and fondled through her panties, then as with her pants hooked thumbs in the elastic waistband to lower them. Ooooh, girls, I'm wet, you know, Carry warned again. Her panties fell to her ankles with her pants.

We know, honey, Sharon told her.

Yes, honey. No worries, okay? Just enjoy being loved the way you are here, hon.

Oooohhh, you're ... you're...

Yes, darling, Sharon told her. We're taking down you luscious diaper, baby. The two women slipped the wet Depends down Carry's thighs. Ooooh you smell so wonderfully, dear girl. UUUHHmmmmmmm, she went on.

Yes, soooo nice and strong, Carry... Uuhhmmm you can go in these several more times, you know.

But, they'd be dripping wet. Sharon and Rhonda looked at each other and smiled.

Oh yesss, they would be wouldn't they? How wonderful....!!!!

Ooooh GAAAWD, Rhonda... she flinched as Rhonda began to feel through her bush and down to the top of her frontal split. Sharon's fingers followed directly. Carry just closed her eyes and began to respond to the love the two women were bestowing upon her.

She let her thighs part a little at first, then some more to let the diaper fall from between her legs. Both older women enjoyed Carry's diaper, examining the wetness in it, feeling the uriney dampness, lifting their fingers to one another's nose to sniff Carry's delicious water waste. Rhonda lifted the garment from underneath to Sharon's sniffing nose and to her tongue as she opened her mouth. Sharon tasted Carry's pee pee flavored Depends as Rhonda held it up for her. Sharon returned the favor, holding the wetted protective garment up to Rhonda.

After both Sharon and Rhonda enjoyed her wet diaper they began caressing her bottom. Carry arched her back slightly to let her bums spread apart a little.

OOOOhh your bottom feels soooo wonderful, Carry, Rhonda told her. Carry spread her bottom cheekies a little more enjoying Rhonda's touch between them.

Do you ever mess in your diaper or panties? Sharon asked.

SHARON, Rhonda chastised! That's NASTY!

Oh no! Carry exclaimed, just pee.

Would you? Sharon persisted.

Would I ... she started to ask what? ... you mean .. would I ....

Yes darling, would you mess in your diaper or your panties if we asked you to do so?

Well...

Oh please please say yes... We'll clean you up, I promise, Sharon told their new friend. She glanced at Rhonda and got a reluctant approval from her.

Will you? she asked, clean me up, that is? She was looking at Rhonda.

Absolutely spotless, hon... It would be our pleasure.

I don't know if I can poop on command, girls, Carry told them.

Well, let me see here, Rhonda said, squatting down behind Carry. UUUhhmmm I just love your big uriney flavored buttocks sweetie, she told the poor young woman as she caressed and fondled and gently, slowly spread them apart, little by little. Soon Rhonda was holding Carry's luscious bottom cheeks apart to examine her anal area, her slight hairy circle around the brownie ring and folds and creases of her brownie asshole. Oooohhh, darling, Carry, push down, honey. Even if you don't go poo, let me see your bottom hole press outward... let me see it bulge and swell and just begin to open, okay? Carry began to push on her bottom from inside. Sharon's fingers were feeling in Carry's split by then, fondling and massaging the gal's inner petals and her wee wee and clitty.

OOOhhh GAWD, Rhonda... OOOOOOO Sharon......

What honey? Sharon asked.

I'm ... OOOHHHH I'm gonna.....

Cum, baby? Ooooh yessss, Sharon encouraged... Come for us sweetheart.... She began to rub and fondle a little more vigorously in Carry's luscious pissy smelling split. Rhonda was fingering over and around Carry's bottom hole by then and leaned in very very close to her to sniff between her bums. Just seconds before Carry began to really cum in ernest, Rhonda slipped her index finger up into Carry's dirty bottom opening and felt the poo inside of her rectum and made SURE that Carry was feeling her touching it inside of her. OOOOHHH GAWWWWWDDDD .... OOOOO I'm ....UUUUUHHHMMMMMM ... cummmmmmm ..... cummmmming...

Yes, baby... let it come, Sharon was telling her. Soak my hand and fingers, baby. YYYEeesssss, cummm all over my hand...., Sharon told her. Soak me, sweetheart.

Ooooh Rhonda... OOOHHH ... OOOOOOOOmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Carry was cummmmmmmminggggg. Oooohhh, OOOOOOO GAWAAAWWWDDDD Rhonda, you're touching my... my... my poop inside of me... OOOOHHHhhhhmmmmm.. I pee... when... I.... CUMMMMMMMMMMMM.....

Sharon told her, Yes, I can feel it, honey. Ooooh gawd, yes... piss for us, darling. Pee on my fingers... UUUUhhmmmm... your are delicious kid....... Sharon encouraged her as Carry climaxed for them. Sharon later described a wonderful flow of thick girlie goooo from Carry's sweet pussy and the hot aromatic flow of her delicious urine from her wee wee. She raised her fingers to her nose after Carry finished her luscious cummm. She licked and smelled and sucked the combination of goo and pee pee from her fingers while Rhonda removed a slightly soiled, very musky finger from Carry's anus. She too raised her fingers to her nose and mouth to lick and suck away Carry's bottom flavor and smell. Carry soaked herself so thoroughly that her pee pee flushed down her thighs and legs, past her diaper now around her ankles and even got pee pee on her underpanties and pants, so that Sharon and Rhonda had to hold them up to the hand dryer to dry them.

A couple different girls came into the bathroom and, of course, couldn't resist looking inquiringly at Rhonda and Sharon drying Carry's pants and panties. Our girlfriend had a bit of an accident, Sharon told the first one.

Oooohhh no, the poor thing... Is she in a stall...?

Yes, In the handicapped stall... The girl went to the stall next to Carry and as she settled herself onto the commode said, Honey, I feel for you, sweetie. We all have little accidents hon, she told Carry through the wall.

It's okay. I have a couple loving friends taking care of me. Sharon and Rhonda didn't restart the hand dryer, rather they all three listened to the fourth girl going pee pee in the stool.

We enjoyed your pee, too, darling, Rhonda told her as the gal came out of the stall. Sharon started the dryer again.

Ooohhh, you are sooo nasty. She blushed, stepped to the mirror, washed her hands and dried them under the second hand dryer on the wall.

Rhonda explained to the second inquiring girl who walked in on them drying Carry's pants and panties.

Uuhhhmmm, poor girl, she said, then stepped into one of the stalls. Again Rhonda, Sharon and Carry listened to her going pee pee. Uuhhmmm, what a wonderful little sound, pee pee trickling into the toilet, spraying and hissing out of her little wee wee and splattering into the water beneath her. Yummmmmmy!!

You listened to me peeing, didn't you! the gal paused to accuse Sharon and Rhonda, looking from one to the other.

Yes, hon. We just can't help ourselves, Rhonda explained.

Ooohh you are NASTY! She stormed out in a huff!

Back in the Excalibur word had spread and several girls came by their table to speak with Rhonda, Sharon and Carry.

We heard someone at this table has pee fun. Can we join in?

No, hon, sorry, it's quite private.

Which one of you goes pee?

We all three do, hon. Can we be alone, please? Okay? But several people made their contact for later fun and games.

Anyone into "the brown", several asked, perking up Sharon's ears. How about the "red"?

Rhonda perked up to those! and offered a business card to each.