Her encouragement did help and finally, a warm relaxing feeling washed over my whole body, from the very top of my head to the tips of my toes. A healthy stream began to race down my most private of spots and shot out into the lining in front of me. The strong, steady stream came out at an alarming rate, I began to wonder if it would stop. It flooded the absorbent material and pushed it to its limit, I even started to feel the wet lining make contact with my skin as I filled the diaper. No use stopping now, I made sure I was completely finished before I raised my hands in victory and proudly announced to Marci that "I did it! All done!"
She was my favorite. Everyday she kept me safe and happy, made sure I had a full belly and somewhere soft to nap. But then I had to leave. I always promised to go back and visit but the years passed so fast. I never forgot her though, every night I dreamt of her warm embrace keeping me safe.
It was by pure coincidence that I ran into her that day. When I needed her most, she appeared. I could barely contain my excitement when she remembered me, my face. When she suggested we have a laugh and play through our old "routine", I knew it would make me feel whole again. But if this night wasn't to be forever, it needed to be one to remember.
Warning:This 5,000+ word story is intended for open minded adults who are intrigued by ABDL relationships, taboo erotica and very soft and comfortable diapers. 18+ only!