Nicole opened the door to the house, casually flicking what was left of a joint into the bushes. She had promised her aunt Carol that she would house-sit for the weekend, and was excited to have the place to herself. The house was as immaculate as it was large, with a massive living room where she planned to sit and watch movies for the night, diapered and comfy. Maybe she would even masturbate through the silky cloth, soiling it with girlcum and shame.
Nicole shook her head with an impish smile and walked into the living room, and immediately noticed a note on the coffee table. She picked it up. "Hi Nicole," the note read. "Please don't drink from the minifridge upstairs."
She set the note back onto the table, shaking her head. Carol had a reputation in the family for her obsession with drinking Pepsi, and Nicole knew Carol was just being protective of her fizzy drinks. "Jesus, Carol," she muttered.
Nicole sat on the couch with a crinkle, kicking off her socks and shoes, and took out her laptop. She laid down, back curled and knees up, stimulating her bladder. Just as she was starting to get comfortable, she felt the first pang. She had to pee.
Nicole set her laptop to the side with a sigh. Savoring the pressure for a moment, she finally gathered the willpower to stand and sourly made her way towards the bathroom. As she reached for the door handle, however, she suddenly had an idea: Why not use the toilet between her legs instead? She reached down and crinkled the diaper between her thighs, dry and begging to be used.
Before she could release her aching bladder, she suddenly had an idea: Why not hold it in for a little longer? Maybe she'd have a drink or two from the liquor cabinet to spice things up as well. Nicole grinned devilishly as she had the perfect idea: A mixed drink. The diuretics of caffeine and alcohol would blend well, a perfect storm that would unleash a veritable tsunami between her thighs.
She grabbed a bottle of rum quickly- wincing as the act of bending over put pressure on her already-aching bladder. But where was the Coke? Of course- Carol would never allow Coke in her home. But she had Pepsi upstairs, Nicole was sure of it. Nicole ran upstairs to the minifridge in Carol's bedroom and threw the door open, only to be greeted with- what? Soda bottles with no label, filled with clear liquid. It occurred to Nicole that this must be Crystal Pepsi. She'd never seen it before, but she grabbed a bottle all the same, flinching once more as the act of bending squeezed a single droplet of pee from between her legs.
She feverishly mixed the drink and gulped it down hungrily. Feeling the cold liquid run down her throat and towards her bladder made her shiver with excitement. But wait- where would she wet herself? The couch was out of the question- no doubt the furniture was worth as much as the house!