Losing More than Luggage – Part 1 of 2

"Damn, what a downpour! I'm, like, literally soaked through!" Forest wiped his blonde, sodden hair from his forehead, shivering slightly as he felt the cold trickles of the late March rain slipping down his back. Beside him in the hotel lobby stood his fiancée Ava, who was brushing hastily at her backpack, trying – entirely unsuccessfully – to keep it from becoming any wetter.

"Yeah, I know – me too. But hey! At least we made it, right?", she returned, straightening and tossing her long brown braid over her shoulder. "Look – this place is huge! And that's one massive fireplace over there, too. God, that looks good right now…" She glanced down ruefully at the two large, rain-spattered suitcases beside them. "Here, I'm going to go check in, okay? You stay here with the luggage. I'll be back before you know it…"

She was, too: room keys in hand, and a bag boy trotting officiously behind. "I'm sure you'd like to get settled into your room right away, ma'am? Here, the elevator is just down the hall to the left. Let me take those for you…" And not five minutes later, the young couple was being ushered into their spacious room: suite 238, aglow in warm evening light, its massive bed beckoning them in to its cozy depths.

"It looks great. But look – I'm gonna go take a freaking shower," Ava announced almost before the door had closed behind the retreating bag boy. "Getting dried off and changed is the main thing – and of course supper after that. I won't be long, promise! Be a dear and find me a cute dress for tonight, will you?"

And off she went into the gleaming bathroom, as Forest heaved the bags to the rack with a relieved sigh and began fumbling for the zipper. God, it was good to be here at their resort! It had been quite the day of travel: a five-hour flight into O'Hare, then the long wait for their luggage, followed by taking the bus for that two-hour-long ride to their lakeside resort. And of course it had simply had to pour down rain while they were taking that ten-minute slog to the reception desk. But hey – at least they were here now, right? And here in their luggage were all the dry clothes they'd need for this four-day vacation…

Wait… what the hell? What on earth was in his luggage? What the actual fuck had happened to his- his clothes?!

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"What's the matter, hon? Can't find the perfect dress for me tonight? Or… maybe you'd prefer I go just like this?"

Ava stepped out of the bathroom, toweling busily at her naked – and undeniably attractive – body. But there before her stood Forest, the two suitcases splayed open before him. "Umm… Ava? I think something went wrong. I- I think we must have gotten the wrong bag…"

For in one suitcase lay the dresses and swimsuit and leggings and everything she'd packed for herself, exactly as she remembered. But in the other swam a disordered and bewildering assortment of pastel fabric and plastic: ribbons and lace and cartoon animals peeking out here in there in crazy abandon. "Wait, what? What the heck? Oh, god – did we get some kid's suitcase by mistake?!"

"See, it's exactly the same on the outside," Forest muttered, turning the one half over to prove his point. "Grey, with the two wheels and the logo up there. So I guess… oh god…" "Someone else simply had the exact same luggage, that's all," Ava returned, stepping closer to inspect the contents. "Holy crap, that's… oh, that's unfortunate."

"Tell me about it! What the heck am I supposed to wear?" Forest wailed, glancing down at his own sodden clothes. "These are literally the only clothes I've got along! And they'll take ages to dry…" "Wait, what even are these?" Ava was tuning him out, and the towel dropped unheeded to the ground as she reached down into the pastel riot of fabric before her. "Hold on. They're- they're not kid's clothes, honey. Definitely not…"

For the garment that she now held up at arm's length, in surprise and growing fascination, was a pink-and-lavender dress, clearly sized for a full-grown adult. Which was odd, since everything else  – from the shirred bodice to the floppy lace collar to the daisies and kittens stitched on the absurdly short skirt – belonged firmly in the world of a toddler's Easter finery.

"Oh my god." She dropped it to the bed, catching sight of more lace and a stack of strangely thick, pink-and-white rectangles beneath. "This is insane! What are these?" "God knows," Forest replied crossly, fumbling in his wallet to find the luggage receipts. "Oh, yep – that's it. Completely wrong number. Definitely not ours-"

A crinkling sound filled the room, and he glanced up in time to see his fiancée, still stark naked, unfolding a massive, cotton-and-plastic garment festooned with pink flowers and cartoonish rabbits. "Oh my freaking god," she breathed, and her fingers slipped down to stroke at the soft lining within. "Babe, I'm pretty sure this is a diaper. Adult sized!" She gave an incredulous chuckle. "This whole suitcase, honey – it's nothing but babyish stuff – for adults! This is insane!"

"You know what else is insane?" Forest returned, struggling out of his wet shirt and glancing disgustedly at the strange garments she was now rummaging through in evident fascination. "That I have no freaking clothes, okay? What am I supposed to do, huh? Go to supper like this – soaked through? Or what? Go down to supper naked?"

"Noo…" Ava breathed, and now a light was dawning in her eyes. "No, of course not…" And even as Forest struggled out of his jeans and thumped off to the shower in exasperation, she was murmuring softly, as if to herself. "I mean, I'm sure they won't mind, whoever they are. We'll just explain it all later…"

When Forest emerged from the shower some ten minutes later, she was straightening from the luggage, a note of firm authority slipping into her voice. "Look, Forest, I've got a solution! You can't wear your wet things, obviously." "Duh," he muttered, toweling fiercely at his tousled locks. "And you can't wear mine, of course," she giggled. "I mean, you're a good fifty pounds heavier, right? My skirts would never fit-"

"As if I'd wear a skirt," he snorted, turning and tossing his wet towel back into the bathroom. "Oh, I know," she giggled softly, with a knowing glance at his flaccid cock. "But there's no need for that just yet. See?" The naked young fellow glanced back… to find his fiancée holding up nothing less than a pair of pastel pink shortalls… complete with a lace-trimmed white garment beneath.

"Wait, what the fuck? Ava, come on, be realistic-!" "I am," she returned easily, and now her giggles were erupting into full-blown laughter. "Oh, I am, honey. Look, this thing is perfect for you! Even has some room to spare!"

"No- no, no, you can't be serious! Ava, I'm a guy! And- and they're someone else's clothes! I can't just-" "Can't just go to supper naked. Like you said yourself," she retorted, and now she was stepping firmly forward and seizing his wrist. "Come on, honey. Lay down and let me help you into a cute little outfit already. It's gonna be a riot!" Her voice dropped into a seductive, sweet purr of laughter. "Or is my big stwong man too scawed of a wittle bit of pink and wace, hmm? Is it gonna make him feel aww siwwy and guhwie?"

"Ava- No- nooo…" he pleaded, but even now she was thrusting him backward onto the bed and laying a shushing finger on his parted lips. "Hush, honey. Didn't you tell me once how you liked the idea of a strong woman dominating you in the bedroom? Maybe I should find something to tie you up with, too, hmm?"

"Noo…" His cheeks were flaming as she laughingly busied herself with the crinkling garment beneath him. "Well, I wasn't able to find any underwear in there," she shrugged with a grin. "But this will do just as well, right? Now just hold still and I'll get this thing fastened… Dang it, where does this tape thingie go?"

Any listener in the hall outside would have been quite perplexed by the sounds that slipped out from underneath the door of room 238. A muted rustling and crinkling, punctuated now and then by the tearing sound of adhesive tape. A low mutter of protest from some masculine voice, barely audible. And the lilting laughter of a young woman, her voice rich with delight and condescension.

"Aww, honey, that's right! Spread your legs a bit more for me, okay? Gotta get these snaps all done up nice and tight…" "Perfect! Now, sit up…" "Oh my god, you look incredible! Here's let's comb your hair…" "Oh, you're freaking adorable! Here's let's get you to the mirror-"

And in said mirror, any trespassing observer would have caught a glimpse of the most unusual couple. On the right, a nude young woman, her full breasts and shaven groin carelessly on display, a smirk of pleasure and merriment on her rosy lips. And on her left… a red-cheeked young man a good six inches taller than her, standing stiffly at attention, clad in what appeared to be the puffy-bummed, short-legged, pastel pink romper of an overgrown toddler girl.

"You know what, honey?", the nude woman whispered, nuzzling into her blushing young man's ear. "This is weird, but… Know how I told you on the plane how freaking horny I was yesterday? Well… I'm horny again. And I think I know exactly how I want you to help me take care of it…"

She pulled him closer, lips grazing his reddened ear, pearly teeth nibbling provocatively on the lobe. "I don't know why, babe. But seeing you dressed like this is doing something really weird to me. Something… crazy. I don't know why, but see? I'm so fucking wet for you right now…" Ava trailed off, and Forest shivered as she took his fingers and slipped them into her practically dripping hollow. "Tell you what. If you promise to get down there and give me a good time, babe… I promise we can order our supper here. You know, so nobody sees you dressed like that…"

And so it was that, not five minutes later, the most unforgettable make-out session of Forest's twenty-eight years was in full swing. Before the bed he knelt, still clad in the crinkling, babyish monstrosity his fiancée had laughingly forced him to wear. And upon the softly creaking mattress before him, her legs spread in shameless welcome, sat Ava: still completely naked, her bare breasts heaving with growing arousal, her womanhood swelling and thrilling to the touch of Forest's tentative licks.

"Ohh… yes! Go on, baby. Go on! Lick me. Lick me harder, honey. Eat me up. Deeper, honey – go on. You're doing so well! You're so cute, too. My sweet, hungry little baby, obeying me so well…"

(To be continued…)