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Carry (fff, bedwetting, diapers)
by LvLane (lvlane@hotmail.com)


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     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.

lvlane@hotmail.com
