On The Road Again - Chapter 25

Just as the elevator doors closed, Jill lost all control, and her floodgates opened. Piss rushed out of her with a vengeance, and a harsh hissing could be heard over the elevator music as the liquid hit the inside fabric of Jill’s panties and jeans. Isla watched on in glee, her jaw dropping as more and more came out of the petite girl.

“Oh my god!” Isla said with a chuckle. “Mommy, you had an accident!”

Jill’s cheeks flushed with genuine embarrassment, but she felt the warmth of arousal build within her. Her heart was pounding in her chest from the panic of nearly wetting herself in front of a crowd at the foyer and the strange intensity of excitement she was experiencing. Jill peed for almost 60 seconds straight, and by the time her bladder was voided entirely, they were nearly at their floor.

“Fuck, that left such a mess,” Jill panted, examining the massive puddle on the floor of the elevator that Isla was now forced to step in. “I can’t believe how much I had to pee!”

“I know!” Isla replied, impressed. “Well, looks like even Mommy’s have accidents too….”

Isla was tempted to lean over to Jill for an embrace, but the elevator dinged, and the doors opened shortly after. Jill let go of a breath as she found the floor empty and quickly exited ahead of Isla. Isla followed, looking back at the puddle on the floor as the elevator closed.

“I feel bad for whoever has to clean that up…” she said to herself, then turned back to watch Jill’s wet butt as it waddled to their hotel room.

“Hey, Isla!” Heather called from down the call. Isla froze in panic, and Jill kept walking, pretending to have not heard. Isla turned and saw Heather poking her head out of her hotel door. It was such a distance that she might be able to make out Jill’s accident if she focused on it, but not if she wasn’t paying attention. Isla glanced to Jill, who was picking up her pace to the room and then leant against the wall to block more view.

“Hey!” Isla replied. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m just watching a movie and going through my photos.”

“Ken said you were napping!”

Behind Isla, Jill arrived at the door when she suddenly realized she didn’t have a keycard.

“Ah, I just said that to get rid of her for a while. Did you guys go out together?”

“We were on our way out when she tagged along. Jill forgot her wallet, so we're back.”

“Ah! Hi Jill!” Heather called, leaning to look past Isla.

“Hi!...” Jill replied with as much confidence as she could.

“Do you wanna come and watch the movie with me? I just started Kiss of the Spider-woman.”

“That’s okay; we told Ken we’d meet back up with her.”

Heather paused for a moment, and Isla looked back to Jill, who made Isla realize she was the one with the door key through a quick look at the door handle.

“Hmm, alright. I’ll come. Give me five, and I’ll come to meet you at your room!”

“Give us 10,” Isla jumped in. “Jill is gonna change into something cooler, too warm for jeans.”

“Alright, I’ll come over in a bit!” Heather said, finally getting back into her room and closing her door.

Isla sprung into action and rushed to their door, digging through her bag for the key.

“That was way too close,” Jill said, exasperated.

“I know, and now you gotta hurry,” Isla said as she found the card and swiped the door open.

“Okay,” Jill started, taking charge. “I’m going to rip these off and wipe myself off quickly. You get the diaper already laid out and have the powder ready to go.”

“Got it,” Isla replied.

“Oh, and pick my next outfit, something diaper-proof,” Jill said, unbuttoning her pants.

“Uh, sure!” Isla replied, uncertain. Jill jumped in the bathroom and peeled off her wet jeans. The warmth from her recent pee was still present in the denim, but she was still happy to remove them. Once they were peeled off, she tossed her panties aside with the wet jeans and pulled her shirt off but kept it separate. Then, she wet a face cloth to wipe down her legs.

Isla managed to grab the diaper quickly, unfold it and lay it on the bed next to the bottle of baby powder. The challenging task was the outfit. Isla dug through Jill’s clothes with uncertainty and concern washed over her face. Finally, when she was at the peak of frustration, she placed all Jill’s clothes back into her bags and went to her own.

A few minutes later, Jill emerged naked from the bathroom, freshly cleaned. Isla gave Jill a quick up and down before motioning to the diaper laid on the bed. Jill playfully jumped over to the bed and positioned herself on the diaper. Isla, the powder bottle already in her hand, liberally sprayed Jill with the white powder. Once she had applied way too much, she froze, and a sad look washed over her face.

“What’s wrong?” Jill asked with a rushed glance at the clock.

“It’s just…we didn’t get to enjoy this,” Isla said solemnly. Jill sat up in her open diaper and placed her hands on Isla’s face.

“I know, it sucks. But tonight is going to make up for it, I promise,” she replied, trying to make eye contact with Isla. “Okay?”

Isla looked up and pouted but nodded.

“Good,” Jill said, then planted a kiss on Isla’s forehead. “Now tape me up, please; Heather could show up at any minute.”

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The girl's faces went as white as the powder coating Jill's crotch as Heather arrived early.

“Hurry up!” Jill whispered to shake a stunned Isla.

“Hellooooo?” Heather called through the door and knocked again. “It’s me!”

“One minute!” Isla replied, hastily taping up Jill.

“Where are my clothes?” Jill asked as she sat up. Isla handed her the outfit she had selected. “This isn’t mine!”

“I know, it’ll work, trust me!” Isla whispered.

“Are you two fucking in there or what?” Heather joked through the door.

“Just changing, sorry!” Isla replied.

“How do you know I’ll even fit in this?” Jill asked.

“Just put it on!” Isla whispered snappily. Jill hesitated a moment, then obliged.

Isla walked to the door and waited for Jill to cover her diapered bottom. Once Jill was covered, Isla opened the door for Heather.

“Hi!” Heather said.

“Hi, sorry,” Isla panted.

“That’s okay. We ready?” She asked.

“Yep!” Isla said, turning to look at Jill.

“Oh my god, you’re so cute!” Heather commented. “Isn’t that yours, Isla?”

“Yeah, sorry, that’s why we were taking an extra minute.”

“Worth it, I think. Alright, let's go!” Heather said, turning and walking to the elevator.

Jill caught up with Isla, her cheeks flush.

“Why did you pick this?” Jill whispered.

“I thought it would be cute!” Isla replied. “And it is!”

“I look like a toddler!” Jill snapped.

“Sorry…I just…”

Jill sighed, then quickly looked at herself in the mirror. Isla had selected a dress with a white top and a pink skirt. The skirt was frilly at the bottom and stopped a few inches above her knees with three buttons vertically at the front just for style. The top part of the dress had a frilly collar, frilly sleeves, and a pink bow just under Jill’s chin.

“You guys coming?” Heather asked, now getting annoyed. Jill looked from the mirror and pointed a finger at Isla.

“You’re in big trouble, little one,” Jill whispered, then walked out the door. Isla followed, made sure the door shut and walked over to the elevator to meet the other two. She couldn’t help but crack a smile as she looked at Jill from behind. The outfit definitely distracted from her diapered butt, but maybe not in the way Isla had intended. She did, however, look absolutely adorable. Isla liked to wear the outfit because it made her feel cute, but she realized that she maybe has the cute aesthetic down more than Jill.

Jill bent over to adjust her shoe as they waited for the elevator, and Isla’s eyes widened. She quickly pulled out her phone and typed a message to Jill. Jill’s phone buzzed with the text, and she opened it.

Isla: DON’T BEND OVER.

Jill: Why???

Isla didn’t write back, but Jill didn’t need an answer. She turned around to shoot a glare at Isla and knew what she meant. When she bent over in this outfit, her diaper was in full view.

DING!

The elevator arrived at their floor, and Heather stepped in.

“Ew, someone spilled something on the floor.”