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On The Road Again - Chapter 33
🕑 Added 2022-05-26 06:00:02 +0000 UTCIsla's legs trembled a little, and Peter helped support her as they walked to the pizza place. She knew she hadn’t peed, or at least didn’t think she did, but she still felt a slight dampness in her diaper from her orgasm. Once she gathered herself, Isla casually brushed Peter off and walked on her own.
“Thanks,” she said, blushing.
“Anytime,” Peter replied.
Jill walked behind them, eager to activate the vibration again but restraining herself as the crew finally arrived at the pizza place within the carnival. Peter waved at the other three boys, Matt, James and Cuba, who were at a table at the back.
“Found ‘em!” Peter announced as the group approached the table.
“Hey boys,” Kennedy said.
“Hey,” They replied with various levels of unenthusiasm.
“How’s everyone feeling?” Kennedy continued as she scootched her way between Matt and James and sat down.
“Fine, a little hungover this morning,” Cuba replied. “How are you guys doing? Quite the, uh, eventful night.” Everyone looked over at Jill, who blushed, sat down next to James, and looked down at her crotch. They continued chatting, but for a moment, Jill got caught up in embarrassment. Especially now, as she looked down and knew that under her skirt and tights, she was tapped into a large, absorbent garment that she willingly put on out of horniness and perceived need.
As the conversation continued, she finally looked up and saw the arrangement of people at the table. On her left was James, who had Kennedy on his left, then Matt, Cuba, Heather, Isla, and Peter, who was on Jill’s right. As Jill looked around, she caught Isla’s eyes. Isla looked at her, then down to her phone, then back up at her eyes. Jill caught on and looked at her phone to reveal a message from Isla.
Isla: Don’t worry about Peter. I won’t let Kennedy get the satisfaction of playing matchmaker.
Jill: I can tell you like him; you’re so obvious.
Isla: He’s cute; I’ll give you that. But don’t be getting jealous now. We’re supposed to be having fun.
Jill: Oh, are we?
Jill switched the app over and activated the vibration. She started it low and awaited Isla’s reaction. Isla slowly inhaled, straightened her posture, and tried to reply to Jill’s message.
Isla: Maybe give it a little rest; I’m so sensitive now!
Jill: Hmm…maybe…
Jill increased the levels slowly and watched as Isla’s face reacted. Her hands gripped her skirt, and she took heavy breaths, but before long, Isla came again in her pull-ups. Jill laughed to herself as she watched Isla do her best to hide her spasming.
“What’s so funny?” Matt asked, taking an interest in Jill’s phone screen. Jill locked her screen, stopping the vibration, and hid her phone.
“Nothing, just a text….” She replied awkwardly.
“Ah. So, did you…have a good sleep?” Matt continued.
“Uh, yeah…” Jill replied, staring over at Isla. “Excellent sleep.”
Matt waited a moment for Jill to redirect her attention from Isla, but when Jill didn’t give him any interest, he just cleared his throat and tried to listen in to the other conversations at the table.
The pizza came and went, and Jill downed two glasses of water in the process. By the time the group was asking for bills, Jill had begun to get decently desperate. Suddenly, she felt her phone buzz in her lap.
Isla: Remember, we don’t have any diapers to change into.
Jill: Why do you say that?
Isla: Because I watched how much you drank, and I can tell you that you have to pee by the way you’re sitting.
Jill looked down at her posture and realized her hand was between her thighs, her legs were tight together, and she was hunching her shoulder inwards.
Jill: At least I have the thick one; you have to be careful you don’t leak.
Isla: Trust me, I’m hyper-aware. I think it’s a little wet already.
Jill: Really? Have you peed already?
Isla: Not that kind of wet…
Jill looked up from her phone and smirked at Isla, who responded with the same look.
“Alright, I thought we could do some games now and rides once our tummies settled,” Kennedy announced. “Peter, why don’t you take Isla to that shooting one you talked about?
“Sure! If you’re cool with that?” Peter asked Isla. Isla looked at Jill and opened her mouth to respond, but Kennedy cut her off.
“She’s more than cool with that. Now go!” Kennedy said, shooing them off.
“I haven’t paid yet,” Isla replied.
“I’ve got it. Shoo, shoo shoo!” Kennedy insisted, and finally, Peter got up, and Isla hesitantly followed. Jill caught an annoyed look from Isla as she left, and Isla waved her phone at her to indicate she’d keep in touch. Jill nodded and directed her attention to Kennedy.
“You know she isn’t gonna do anything, right?” Jill said with certainty.
“Let’s. Just. See. What. Happens!” Kennedy chanted again, and Jill rolled her eyes.
Outside, Peter began guiding Isla to the games area.
“You and Jill close?” He asked.
“Hm? Oh, yeah, I guess you could say that” Isla chuckled. “Why do you ask?”
“You were texting her all through dinner,” he replied. Isla blushed and started to stutter an embarrassed reply, but Peter cut her off.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t read anything,” he laughed.
“Oh,” Isla sighed in relief. “Good, ahaha!”
“It’s just up ahead.”
Isla walked alongside Peter, soaking in the sights of the carnival. There were dozens of high-quality rides, games, and food vendors around and a stage at the end of it for live music. Suddenly, Isla and Peter heard an argument in the distance.
“What’s going on there?” Peter asked, and Isla followed his gaze.
When she saw what was causing the commotion, her stomach dropped, and she instinctively grabbed Peter.
“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, but Isla didn’t reply. She just watched as the argument continued between two carnival staff and an older woman. Isla looked up at Peter.
“Listen. I need you to do something for me.”
Isla explained the situation to Peter, and Peter accepted his task. Then, Isla ran back to the Pizza place, where the whole group was just leaving.
“Isla?” Heather asked as she noticed Isla sprinting towards the Pizza Place. Isla stopped running and took a moment to catch her breath.
“What’s wrong?” Jill asked.
“Where’s Peter?” Kennedy continued.
“We have to go. Now.” Isla panted.
“What? Why?” Kennedy asked, offended.
“I don’t know how but she’s here,” Isla said. Jill’s and Kennedy’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“What? Who’s here?” Heather asked, confused.
“Carmen,” Isla said and pointed at Jill and Kennedy. “Their mom.”
