For the hundredth time, Diana brushed invisible stray hairs up under her veil and Veronica swatted her hand away. “Stop that! You’re only messing it up.”
Diana examined herself in the large mirror. She knew she looked lovely in her plunging, sweetheart neckline, pearls, and white gloves. Her hair really was perfect, curling in an elaborate up-do beneath her fragile veil. On her feet were tiny satin shoes, dyed to the exact shade of her gown. And beneath that gown were sheer stockings, baby blue garters, and the most uncomfortable thong Diana had ever worn in her life. No matter how she wiggled or didn’t wiggle, it pulled fiercely and set her skin on fire. She reached back to adjust it now and Veronica smirked.
“I told you not to wear that thing. It’s stupid.”
Diana bit her plump lower lip. “I want to be…sexy. And he still doesn’t know…”
Veronica rolled her eyes. “You still haven’t told him?”
Diana blushed and looked down at her boquet. “I–I–I–”
“Okay, okay,” Veronica whispered, casting a nervous glance towards the door. “You don’t have to tell him if you don’t want to.” She wasn’t about to make her best friend cry on her wedding day, but the mean streak in her couldn’t help adding, “He’ll just have to find out on his own.”
Diana’s lip trembled and she tugged at the thong again, then patted her hair out of nervousness. She really did look ravishing when she was about to cry, or at least ravishable, mused Veronica.
“Here’s what, you could wear the diaper up the aisle, then wear it to dinner, and take it off before you go back to the hotel.”
Diana fidgeted with her flowers. “We-e-ell, that might work.”
“Of course it would,” Veronica said. “God knows your dress is pouffy enough. Here.” Veronica rummaged about in the huge purse she always carried and pulled out a thick, white, disposable diaper and a bottle of talcum powder.
“Lie down,” she commanded. Diana obeyed, quietly. She usually sucked her thumb during these moments, but now her gloves prevented her and she seemed at a loss what to do with her hands. Eventually she settled for clasping her bouquet, just as she would when she walked down the aisle.
Veronica swished the yards and yards of fabric out of the way, trying not to wrinkle them. “This really would have been easier if there hadn’t been all this nonsense about the thong anyway.” Diana murmured a non-commital reply. Her mind was clearly on the coming diaper.
Veronica had known about Diana’s diaper fetish almost since they had met. Having an interest in them herself, she had seen the signs. Of course, Diana was more of an adult little girl than a diaper lover, which was what Veronica called herself. Still, the common interest had been more than enough to base their friendship on, even with their polar personalities.
Veronica slid the diaper up under Diana’s hips and pulled the thong off as gently as she could. She suspected it was simply too small, but she would never suggest going one size up. Diana just belonged in diapers and Veronica would do everything she could to make sure she stayed in them.
As Veronica opened the baby powder, a little puff of it jetted into the air, its sweet smell filling her nostrils. “Mmmmm.” She bent her head and deftly began licking at Diana’s exposed clitoris.
“Be quiet,” Veronica snapped. “This is your last chance, after all.”
Diana pursed her lips and arched her back, trying to feel guilty, but enjoying it too much. The smell of the baby powder, the soft feel of the diaper under her bum, Veronica’s bold tongue–it was too much to resist.
As Diana moaned and ground herself against Veronica, thoroughly smudging her lipstick, Veronica reached down between her own legs and slipped a hand under her skirt. She, too, was wearing a diaper. As she teased her friend’s clitoris, she massaged her own against the softness, enjoying the crinkly sound that it made.
Finally, Diana’s eye fell on the clock. “Oh my god!”
“What?” Veronica asked, her mouth full and her hand busy.
“I’ve only got five minutes!”
“They expect you to be late.”
“No! Hurry up! They’ll all be waiting outside!”
Veronica rolled her eyes and took one more good lick. “Fine.”
She finished diapering Diana quickly, using only a little baby powder. Then, Diana hopped up from the table she had been lying on and looked in the mirror, holding her skirt high to enjoy the view of herself as a diapered bride.
“There’s still something missing,” said Veronica lazily as she took something else from her bag. It was a pacifier dangling from a sterling silver clip.
Diana’s mouth formed an O and she gasped, “Oh, no, Veronica! I couldn’t!”
“Not on your dress. Here.” Veronica bent down and clipped the pacifier to her friend’s garter. “Now we’ll both know. You owe it to me, after not letting me finish.” And she took Diana gently and kissed her.
Then there was a knock at the door, and it opened abruptly before either woman could move.
Jon slipped in the door quickly, then froze. His bride stood holding her skirt aloft, her maid of honor behind her, caressing her thighs. This was shocking enough, but once he’d had time to adjust, he realized that his beloved Diana was wearing a thick, plastic diaper and that a pacifier on a ribbon dangled from her garter.
Diana shrieked, “No!” and buried her face in her hands. Veronica, usually so quick with a response, stood mute, too stunned even to pull her hands away from her friend’s milky thighs.
Before Jon could move or even speak, he realized he had an erection. He shifted his weight and, his stutter returning due more to shock at his body’s reaction than to what he was seeing, asked, “W-w-w-what are you d-d-d-doing?”
Veronica returned to her senses before Diana did and pulled the blushing bride’s dress down, stepping out from behind her.
“I was just helping her fix her garter.” Veronica brushed hair back from her shoulders, glaring at Jon and daring him to argue.
“She was in a diaper.”
“She’s nervous and when she’s nervous she feels like she has to go. You might not get a bathroom break for a while. You should know this about your freaking wife.”
Diana still huddled behind Veronica and the brunette did make for an imposing image, standing in her strapless bridesmaid dress looking like an Amazon ready to defend a comrade to the death. Her large bust was thrust out and her hands were on her hips, like Wonder Woman.
But she was still only a five and a half foot tall woman, really not much more than a girl, and Jon was over six feet and leanly muscular. He strode across the room, his erection rubbing against his silk boxers, and pushed Veronica out of the way. He pulled up Diana’s dress, yanking off the pacifier and clip. His hand lingered on her diapered mons, keeping the dress up and adding to his bride’s humiliation. “Then what the f-f-fuck is this?”
Veronica, pushed aside, but still the force to be reckoned with, jutted out her chin and tried to snatch the pacifier away. “It’s just a little inside joke.”
Jon had two options. He could choose to believe Veronica and leave, apologizing, explaining he’d only come in to steal a quick pre-wedding kiss. Or he could throw the pacifier to the ground and call the whole thing off–at least until this was straightened out.
And then an evil thought began to form in Jon’s mind. Those would be what most men would do and indeed what Jon would normally do, but he was jittery from all the planning and the stress of knowing that soon he would be speaking in front of almost three hundred people. And the feeling of Diana pressed up against him, her soft body yielding to him and the feel of her sex growing hot through the thick, crinkly diaper, the faint smell of baby powder and the fact that he hadn’t had sex in almost a week–drove him to think of something he would otherwise not have had the courage to do.
He reached out and pulled off Veronica’s dress. It was really only a tube with some crystals on it and it came off easily enough, sheeting down to her knees where it pooled, exposing another thick, becoming diaper and Jon’s penis throbbed with enthusiasm. Veronica screamed and raised her hand to slap Jon, but he grabbed her wrist and twisted her under his arm in a dance spin, and pinned her next to Diana.
“Look,” said Jon, turning to face the two girls beneath him, one struggling, one still, “I think this is some sort of sick sex thing and I’m not letting you go until it’s all explained. In fact,” he pressed his eager sex against Diana’s crinkling diaper, “I’d like to hear all about it.”
Veronica was still enraged and trying to break free, but Diana’s pupils dilated just a little and her breath became deeper and quicker. She gently pressed back against her fiancee and curved her back, presenting her breasts to him ever so subtlely. She was clearly becoming aroused. And, though he was not as familiar with Veronica’s body as he might like to be, he thought there was a stage-like quality to her struggling, as though it weren’t meant to free her, but to show that she would need to be controlled. And her nipples were like little gems, hard and eye-catching. She thrust her pelvis at him in mock resistance.
Quickly, Jon released Veronica’s hands and grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth to his. It wasn’t long before the kiss turned real. She arched her back to press her breasts to him and her hands fell to her sides. She yielded, even if not with the helpless softness of Diana, who tranquilly stroked Jon’s hair while he thrust his tongue into her bridesmaid’s mouth.
Pulling away, Jon cradled the now docile brunette in his arm. “Will you be a good girl now?”
Veronica’s eyes opened and she looked solemnly into Jon’s face with the seductive innocence of a young girl. She nodded, not knowing how to impart the appropriate submission to her voice.
Jon kissed Diana in turn, rubbing against her diaper as he did so. She reached down to caress his sex, but he pulled her hand away. “I want to feel your diaper.”
Diana let her hand drop to her side again.
Jon reached behind her and unzipped her dress, pulling it down over his bride’s shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Now he stood in his tux with two diapered beauties, one blond, one brunette, pressed together in his arms.
“H-h-how long has this been going on?”
Veronica bit her lip, but Diana just stared blankly ahead, stroking Jon’s hair and tucking it behind her ear. She seemed to know that this was an argument between her fiance and her best friend. She, as usual, was happy to play the innocent bystander while other people argued and figured things out.
“You put her in diapers?”
Jon snorted. “You’re lesbians or something?”
Veronica seemed amused by this, smiling coquettishly. “Not exactly. I mean, she’s marrying you, isn’t she? And I like guys, too. It’s just that when it comes to diapers…”
“Yeah, I imagine it’s hard to find a playmate.” Jon traced Veronica’s nipple with his thumb. He had started absentmindedly massaging Diana’s breast and now she moaned and tilted her head back a little. “Undo my slacks.”
Both girls reached for Jon’s zipper, Veronica’s long, slender fingers competing with Diana’s childish ones. They not only undid his pants, but took out his cock. Diana nuzzled her diaper front against it while Veronica teased and stroked it, beating it playfully against Diana’s diaper.
Jon oozed pre-cum as he asked, “Do you have any more of those diapers?”
Veronica pressed her breasts against him and whispered, “Yes. Why?” She traced the shell of his ear with her tongue, not forgetting to still thump his cock against Diana’s diaper.
“Go get one.”
Veronica pulled herself out of Jon’s grip and went to rummage through her purse. Jon turned his focus to Diana. “You’re a bad girl, darling.”
“Oh!” Jon’s cock pumped and for a moment he thought he might cum, but he calmed down just in time. Not yet. Not yet.
“I’m going to have to fuck you and your little friend, you know?”
Again his cock pumped. “Put your thumb in your mouth.”
Diana complied, her cherry lips pursed becomingly around her babyish thumb. Part of Jon wished it was his cock in her mouth, but the visual of his bride, in nothing but her diaper, garter, and veil, sucking her thumb, was incredibly appealing.
Veronica returned holding a diaper and baby powder in one hand. Her other hand was caressing her breast. “I love making her do that, too. I bet she sucks dick like a champ.”
Jon smiled. Oral sex wasn’t really Diana’s forte, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. She seemed to think all she had to do was put it in her mouth and suck away as fast and hard as she could. It was fun if there had been a lot of foreplay, but otherwise a little much. Still, it was cute to see her on her knees, eager to please and her breasts swaying as she pumped away.
Veronica waved the diaper, still playing with her breast and nipple. “And what should I do with this?”
“That one’s for me.”
Veronica and Diana undressed Jon, laying his clothes out on a chair. As they did, he alternately kissed and fondled them or told them to kiss each other. He couldn’t keep his hands off of their crinkly diapers. He found himself loving the sound they made and the way they emphasized the girls’ movements and accentuated their curves and tiny waists. When he was fully naked, he took a moment to grab both girls again and push them face to face and pump his cock between their merging diapers. As he did, Diana and then Veronica lifted their legs, giving him better access to their diapered clits. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought Diana came. Her little face became flushed and she grabbed Veronica insistently around the waist, pushing eagerly against her partners and giving a little shiver.
Jon decided she’d had enough. Cupping her face in is hand, he said, “Let’s get me into one of those, too.”Still flushed, she could only nod.
Jon lied down on the table, his erection pointing straight up. Veronica slid the diaper under his hips and Diana cuddled up next to him, kissing him and stroking his chest. Veronica sprinkled baby powder onto him and started stroking it in. She started slow, but got faster and firmer as Jon became more excited, thrusting his tongue into Diana’s mouth and his cock against Veronica’s hand. He felt his loins tighten and knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer. The smell of the baby powder, the warmth of Diana in his arms, and Veronica’s skillful hand were too much.
He came straight up into the air, spurting onto Veronica’s hand, his bride’s thighs, and drenching the diaper.
As he lied there, his waning penis hovering over an open diaper, Veronica started to laugh.
To be continued…