Author's Note: This is a short series, that will feature lesbianism and adult diapers though not ABDL. This is a smutty fantasy so please do not read if you want realism. All characters in this story are 18 or over.
This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe which is a collection of various stories all set on Sapphire Lane, or at the nearby Ginerva Academy and Violet Liberal Arts College, each lesbian related but exploring different kinks. Each story is standalone but features cameos with characters from other stories, and potentially crossovers.
Chapter 2
Octavia's mobile phone buzzed with a text. She finished writing an email on her work laptop, clicking send, before checking to see who it was, freezing when she saw that it was a message from Crystal. It was the day after the evening her mom had invited her Puerto Rican EA around for dinner, and Octavia had spent all morning thinking about the girl, both fondly recalling her easy-going personality and the unexpected kiss they had shared on her bed, but also miserable because she knew her incontinence and diaper dependence would prevent any relationship blossoming...
Because of this, the auburn-haired woman felt a bittersweetness when she read the message from the younger woman saying "Morning! Just want to say I really enjoyed last night... it was really nice of your mom to invite me but I'm even more glad I got to meet you! I'm a little sad you aren't in office..."
"Hi, yeah I enjoyed last night too, truth be told it was the most fun I had in ages. Yeah I guess I've just got so used to working from home when recovering from my ski accident... perhaps I'll start coming in for a day or two." Octavia texted back, though couldn't seriously imagine she would be seen in the office again anytime soon, especially after her diaper leaking in front of her mom the night before, reminding her of the danger of utterly humiliating herself in front of her colleagues.
"Well, if I'm not going to see you in office soon, how about we meet up outside work again? Maybe we could hang out and get some Mexican food this weekend?" Crystal messaged, and Octavia remembered how they had found they shared it as their favourite kind of cuisine. Did the girl mean it as a date, or just as friends? Octavia felt it was hard to tell after their kiss the night before, but longed it to be a date until she remembered the diaper between her legs. She reached down to feel it under the dress she was wearing, finding it swollen from all the urine it had absorbed so far that morning from her leaking bladder, and knew she soon needed to go and change into a fresh one.
'There is no way I can have a girlfriend now I'm stuck in this diapers!' Octavia thought miserably, finding it even harder to take now she had a cute busty girl seemingly interested in her. She thought perhaps the girl would accept her condition though she could only find out after the humiliation of confessing her secret, and was too frightened that Crystal would be repulsed, even imagining the possibility she may gossip about it in the office so all her colleagues would find out she was now diaper dependent!
"Sorry, I think I'm already busy this weekend." Octavia found herself responding, groaning regretfully but knowing she had to reject the girl.
"That's okay... how about next weekend?" Crystal replied, then followed up with a second message before Octavia could think of a response. "Or not if you don't want to... sorry it's just I don't really know anyone in this city."
Octavia swore at herself, angry at what she had responded as she felt she had cruelly disappointed the girl, alone in the city, when she would of loved to of said 'yes' if not for her diapers. 'Even if romance isn't possible, we could still be friends as that way she wouldn't ever need to know what I'm wearing instead of panties... that's probably all she wants anyway but I've just dreamed up this whole tragic romance to feel sorry for myself. Just because we kissed once doesn't mean she's into me... it could of been the gin talking or perhaps she just found it thrilling to make out with her boss' daughter.'
"No that really isn't the case! Sorry, I would love to do something this weekend with you, I just got mixed up with something..." Octavia messaged, hoping it wasn't too late to fix things.
"Great! Though I really hope I'm not twisting your arm..."
"No, I'd love to hang out! Perhaps we could go to a burrito place then wander through the park?" Octavia replied, blushing to herself. 'If I am just aiming to be friends with her, why did I make it sound so much like a date!'
"That sounds good, is Saturday okay?"
"For sure!" Octavia replied, finding she was both excited and nervous. She really did want to hang out with the girl, thinking it would be fun even if she had to suppress an attraction for the curvy Puerto Rican, but realised she had committed to a day out in public. 'Oh gosh, what if my diaper leaks, or she hears it crinkling if we're going to be walking around! I'm probably going to have to take a spare one encase, but where would I change? What if there isn't anywhere in a public loo to dispose of the used diaper...'
Octavia found she was troubled with these concerns, and plenty of other fears, for the rest of the working week, despite all the encouragement she got from her mom who found out from Crystal at work before she could tell her.
"I think its great you're going out and about again! You'll be fine pumpkin!"
The woman hoped her mom would be right, though found herself close to cancelling the date a few times with only the thought of how dejected she might make Crystal feel stopping her each time.
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Octavia looked over the three kinds of TENA active fit slip diapers she had. It was Saturday morning and she was getting ready to go meet Crystal however her nerves and dread had now overtaken her excitement, and she had even considered texting the girl to say she was ill but she resisted, knowing she couldn't just hide away from the world forever, and though she didn't want to admit it to herself, knew she needed to go on living her life even if her leaking bladder meant she had to be permanently diapered. 'I can forget about sex, but friendships are still perfectly possible!'
Out of the diapers she picked the Maxi kind which she normally wore during the day though knew she would have to take a spare to change into. The Ultima kind might last the entire date but it was bulkier and she was too scared to try wearing it under her clothes, while she was tempted by the slimmer Plus kind however remembered how they had leaked after the dinner party, and didn't want to risk a humiliating wetting to occur in public, especially when with Crystal.
Octavia changed out of the diaper she was currently in, and sprinkled baby powder over her pussy and between her legs before pulling on the fresh Maxi. The young woman then dressed in a pair of black boho pants with a floral pattern, she had brought based on their loose fit obscuring the shape of her diaper even when fully swollen, their high waist ensuring the incontinence pants didn't stick out the top, and the dark colour meaning they weren't sheer enough to show an indication of it through the material.
She picked a lavender crop vest, putting it on without a bra, so it exposed the pale cleavage of her pillowy breasts for her tactic of making sure her top half attracted eyes so her bottom half wasn't as noticed with the theory it reduced the possibility of someone guessing she was diapered. She did pause, a little worried that Crystal might interpret her choice of revealing vest as her showing off her breasts to her... She did want to establish their relationship as friendship rather than romance so wanted to avoid sending false signals, however wasn't willing to sacrifice any means of further hiding her diaper.
Octavia put on perfume, more than she would of worn before her ski accident as she was paranoid about the smell of urine when her diaper became fuller however knew the Maxi, with the help of baby powder, was already meant to protect against odours. Finally she put on her make up, taking extra care and thinking how her eyeliner made her eyes, cutely asymmetrical due to her ptosis in her left eye, more alluring but again reminded herself that she wasn't meant to be trying to attract her mom's EA, or anyone else for that matter.
She had a small backpack which she put her spare diaper in, along with a travel bottle of baby powder, a disposal bag, wet wipes, and a bottle of water. The water was just a pretext to why she had the bag if Crystal asked what was in it, as she planned to avoid drinking more than was necessary to stay hydrated, as more fluid just meant more pee leaking into her diaper.
The woman went downstairs where her mom, who was going to drive her other to meet Crystal, was waiting.
"You look nice pumpkin... though that top it a little daring but suppose you need to be in order to compete with Crystal's bust for attention!" Octavia's mother joked.
"Mom! I don't want attention, it's just to make sure that any attention I do get isn't directed at my butt... besides it is summer and I am in my twenties!"
"I'm just teasing, you really do look lovely. Now let's get going."
"Can you hear that?" Octavia paused when they were walking to the car.
"No?"
"It's my diaper crinkling!" The young woman moaned in panic, walking back and forth to test for the noise. "These pants aren't thick enough to hide it... I think I might change into some baggy jeans or maybe put leggings on underneath these at least..."
"I promise you pumpkin, I can't hear anything!" The woman reassured her daughter. "It's only because its on your body that you can hear it, if you aren't just imagining it out of anxiety, and you're probably focusing on it because you know its your incontinence pants. No one else will hear it, and even if they do it would never register as being anything... We all probably hear little sounds all the time that our brains instantly dismiss so don't worry! Now get in the car and we'll get going..."
Octavia got into the car, a little reluctantly, hoping her mom was right that people won't be able to hear her diaper crinkling through her boho trousers.
