Shutdown shenanigans (Nikki & Sarah 11)
Date Published: April 23, 2023, 2:40pm
Written By: Gummybear
Well, the girls are back. I’ve been having a bit of writer’s block lately so this one took waaaaaaayyy longer to finish than planned, but here it is. For those of you keeping track, this story takes place about a year after the events inRoad TripandA Very Different Week. (This story is numbered as story number 11 for the time being since story number 10 takes place between those stories and this one, but I’m sort of stuck on that one so it may still be a while before it’s posted.)
SHUTDOWN SHENANIGANS
“God I feel old,” Sarah thought as she looked in the bathrooom mirror. There weren’t any new wrinkles or grey hairs; after all, it hadn’t even been two months. But itfeltlike it had been years. Being stuck in the apartment sucked. It wasn’t like she and Nikki went out all the time; in fact, they mostly stayed in. But knowing that even if they wanted to go out to eat or to a movie, they couldn’t do so since pretty much everything was closed down.
Having to teach her classes online had also been a challenge. Every day there were new technical problems. And Sarah wasn’t convinced that some of themweren’tbeing caused by pupils who wanted an excuse to take the day off.
“A penny for your thoughts.”
Sarah jumped as Nikki’s arms wrapped around her from behind, her hands coming to rest on Sarah’s stomach.
Damn! That woman is like a ninja cat.
A mental image of Nikki dressed up as Catwoman popped into Sarah’s head, making her smile.
“Oh, you know,” Sarah said as Nikki stepped closer, pressing her warm body against Sarah’s back. “…Halloween costumes. I think you’d be adorable with cat ears.”
“Cat ears?” Nikki rested her chin on Sarah’s shoulder.
“Oh, I’m sure we could find you a suitable tail too, if you want one.” Sarah grinned. “Of course, attaching it could be… interesting.”
“I bet.” Nikki gave Sarah’s neck a quick peck. “But what makes you think that I wouldn’t make you have a tail like that as well.”
“Come on. You could be Catwoman who has Batgirl all tied up and helpless and completely at your mercy; yours to do with whatever your delightfully kinky mind desires.”
“Catwoman’s not like that,” Nikki protested.
Sarah chuckled inwards. She had obviously struck a nerd-nerve. “Come on, she parades around in a skin-tight leather catsuit, or PVC if you’re Michelle Pfeiffer, and she constantly flirts with a guy who dresses up like a rodent. Of course she’s a perv; or at least perv-adjacent.”
Nikki rolled her eyes in response. “Bats aren’t really rodents.”
“Aww,” Sarah mock-whined. “Why can’t I get to be bossed around by a hot catgirl?” She looked at Nikki’s reflection in the mirror and pouted. “Pweeease?”
Nikki smirked back at her. “And of course all of this talk of cats doesn’t involve you just wanting to be licked all over.” She waggled her tongue suggestively, making Sarah blush.
“Well, almost all over,” Nikki continued, letting her hand slide down Sarah’s stomach to her plastic-covered crotch. “'Cause there’s one place mylittlegirl isn’t getting licked; cat ears or not. 'Cause that’s for grown-ups.”
For a while, they just stood there, Nikki rocking Sarah slowly from side to side.
“Sooo, did mommy’s widdle baby need a change?” Nikki whispered. Her warm breath tickled the side of Sarah’s neck and sent shivers down her spine. “Did you wet your diaper?” Nikki gave the towel inside the plastic panties a gentle squeeze.
“Um…” Sarah looked down and blushed again, not really sure why. Nikki had had her wearing diapers both in private and out in public for more than five years, but she still felt embarrassed when Nikki made a point of mentioning them. A simple sentence; just a few words, and Sarah felt like a misbehaving three-year-old
“Maybe a little bit,” Sarah admitted in a whisper.
“Just a little bit?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And you’re sure there isn’t a little bit more hiding in there? I mean, you wouldn’t want to miss your lunch break again because you had to run to the bathroom, would you? You get all hungry and cranky, and that’s not fun.”
Sarah both hated and loved it when Nikki talked to her like that. “No,” she mumbled, knowing full well what Nikki was going to say next.
“So what do you say we make sure you’re done peeing before we get you all cleaned up?” Nikki began rubbing Sarah’s stomach in slow circles. It made no physiological sense, but Sarah could almost feel the pressure in her bladder beginning to build. She let out a small groan.
“You like that?” Nikki whispered.
“Mm-hmm.” Sarah nodded. She closed her eyes as the pressure increased, becoming almost unbearable. She took one final breath, held it, then exhaled, willing her muscles to relax. But instead of the expected torrent, there was… nothing. Barely a pathetic little dribble. Sarah breathed in again, and out… and still nothing. The pressure, real or imagined, was still there, and her body stubbornly refused to do the obvious thing to ease it.
“What’s wrong baby?” Nikki’s hand stopped.
“It’s just… I don’t know… I just can’t.” Sarah tried forcing her muscles to cooperate, but that didn’t work either.
“Shh-shh-shh,” Nikki murmured soothingly. “It’s okay. I know how to fix this.”
“Do I have to?” Sarah whined, knowing what Nikki had in mind. “Can’t we just take it off?”
“Oh shush now. Your diaper’s already wet, so we might as well make it worth the wash.” Nikki gently guided Sarah away from the sink and to the toilet. She turned Sarah around to face her and put her hands on Sarah’s shoulders, making her sit down.
“This is so dumb,” Sarah complained.
Nikki didn’t reply. She just slid a leg in between Sarah’s knees and nudged them apart. Then she stepped in between Sarah’s spread legs and pulled her close. Sarah mumbled something against Nikki’s chest, but Nikki just kept stroking her hair and back as she turned her head slightly to the side.
Sarah closed her eyes. Nikki’s slow, steady heartbeat filling her right ear, and the fingers gently playing with her hair was almost enough to make her forget where she was sitting. Almost, but not quite. The sensation of the toilet seat against the back of her thighs seemed to trigger something in her mind. Something that told her subconscious that she was sitting on the toilet and that it was OK to let go.
And with that unspoken permission, the pressure was back, and with a vengeance. But this time there wasn’t anything holding it back. Sarah let out an involuntary moan as a hot rush spread out across her crotch.
“There you go,” Nikki whispered. She gave Sarah a reassuring hug. “Isn’t that better?”
“Mm-hmm,” Sarah murmured languidly, her mind preoccupied with the sensation of warmth slowly creeping up her butt as she soaked her diaper.
“You’re such a good little girl,” Nikki told her. “Mommy’s good little girl.”
Sarah only half-heard Nikki’s praise. Her entire world had shrunk down to the thumping heartbeat in her ears, the smooth skin against her cheek, the smell of Nikki filling her nostrils, and the warm, fuzzy sensation enveloping her crotch.
Eventually, after what felt like half a forever, Sarah’s body decided that it was empty and what had felt like a steady stream quickly turned into a trickle before stopping altogether. Sarah couldn’t help herself and sighed.
“All done?” Nikki asked.
“Mmm-yeah,” Sarah answered reluctantly after a couple of seconds. She didn’t want to acknowledge it was over, since she knew what would happen next. “Just a little longer,” she pleaded.
“I know you’re comfy baby, but you don’t want to be late for school, now do you?”
Damnit! She’s being reasonable.
“Fine,” Sarah said, reluctantly letting Nikki help her up. She stood bow-legged while Nikki pulled her boxer briefs down and stepped into the shower. She took the shower head down and used it to halfway fill a bucket.
“Okay, time to get you cleaned up.” Nikki motioned for Sarah to join her in the shower. Sarah waddled across the room and stepped inside the shower to stand in front of Nikki who had sat down on a small plastic stool.
“Now, aren’t you glad we put in the giant shower when we removed the bathtub last year?” Nikki looked up at Sarah. “'Cause there’s no way we would have had room to do this in the bathtub.”
“Yeah,” Sarah admitted, “but the bubble baths were nice.”
“Fair enough. But let’s get you cleaned up.” Nikki pulled Sarah’s plastic panties down, exposing the bright green towel they used as her night-time diaper. Since Sarah mostly, almost always in her own opinion, stayed dry throughout the night, Nikki had decided that cloth diapers was a more economical solution than disposable ones. Sarah had disagreed at first, but Nikki laying her down on the bed every evening and carefully diapering her had helped convince her it was a reasonable compromise solution.
“Now hold still.” Nikki undid the safety pins holding the towel in place and peeled the wet cloth off Sarah, bundling it up and putting it in the bucket. “And is my good little girl ready to get all cleaned up?” Nikki asked as she picked up the shower head.
Fifteen minutes later, Nikki was loading damp towels into the washing machine while Sarah looked at herself in the mirror. She pressed a couple of buttons to start it and then walked up behind Sarah.
"Feel better? she asked, wrapping her arms around Sarah’s waist.
“Mmm-yeah.”
“Sooo,” Nikki said after a couple of seconds of silence. “Does my little baby need to take precautions at work today?” She let one of her hands slide slowly down Sarah’s stomach.
Sarah answered with an exasperated sigh.
“Maybe Mistress Nicolette could come help afterwards. I know you like her.” Nikki grinned at Sarah’s reflection in the mirror. She knew full well the effect her suggestion had on her.
Sarah didn’t really have a naughty schoolgirl thing. After all, she had to deal with real school children on a daily basis. Nicolette, Nikki’s domineering schoolgirl character, was an exception however. Ever since Nikki had come up with the character a few years earlier, she had acted as sort of a bridge between Nikki’s bossy mommy persona and her role as Sarah’s actual, grown-up girlfriend.
Nikki held Sarah’s gaze in the mirror. She could see her resolve weakening as she silently debated the pros and cons. Only a few months earlier, the suggestion of wearing a diaper during work hours would have been met with an immediate and firm “no”. Working from home, however, had changed the situation. There was no classroom to walk in to, no colleagues to physically interact with, and the webcam would only ever see her from the chest up. In short: Nobody would be able to hear a crinkle nor see a bulge.
Nikki had pointed all of this out to Sarah the first time she had suggested wearing a diaper while working. That had been about a week into the lockdown. She had also added that they really should seize the unique opportunity while they could since the whole covid thing would probably be over soon.
Despite Nikki’s arguments, Sarah had still said no.
Nikki hadn’t brought up any of the arguments again as the second lockdown week had turned into a third week, then a fourth, and a fifth. Whether it was due to the pandemic growing increasingly severe or just general anxiety, Nikki couldn’t tell, but more and more often, she would wake up with Sarah’s arms wrapped around her. Also, Sarah seemed want to hug and snuggle up with Nikki more frequently than before
So in response, Nikki did the obvious: She dialled up the mommy-vibe to calm and comfort Sarah. She had begun insisted on diapering Sarah every time she put on a fresh diaper instead of letting Sarah do it herself. Also, the amount of comfort food had skyrocketed. Nikki had made Sarah join her for a workout session every afternoon by enticing her with a shared shower afterwards.
In short, there had been massive changes to their daily life. The only thing that stayed the same was Sarah not wearing a diaper between eight in the morning and four in the afternoon. But as soon as she shut down her work computer she would ask Nikki put her in her thick towel diapers and wear them the rest of the day. Unless they had to go outside. Then she would switch to disposable diapers to minimise the bulge.
“Maybe.” Sarah’s single word brought Nikki back from her thoughts.
“Are you sure?” Nikki asked. “I mean, you don’t have to do it for my sake.”
“I know.” Sarah looked down, seeming almost embarrassed.
“It’s just that you seem to be more calm and less anxious when you’re… you know…”
“Yeah.” Sarah’s voice was barely a whisper. She nodded. “Yeah, I know.”
For a few seconds they just stood there. Then Sarah took a deep breath.
“But just for today,” she said. “And I won’t be using it.”
“Sweetie, whatever makes you feel comfortable.” Nikki hugged Sarah from behind and kissed the side of her neck.
Sarah felt herself melt into Nikki. She wished it wasn’t Monday so they could just go back to bed. Or just snuggle up together in front of the TV.
“So, towels or disposables?” Nikki’s question broke through Sarah’s reverie.
Sarah gave a quick chuckle. “You say that like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Like it’s ‘Paper or plastic?’ or ‘Cash or card?’.”
“Itisthe most normal thing in the world for little baby girls to wear their diapers if that makes them feel safe.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Of course I do.” Nikki rocked Sarah playfully from side to side. “But can you really blame me? You look absolutely adorable when you’re wearing just your diapers, and maybe a t-shirt. I mean, you’ve seen the pictures.”
Sarah groaned at the mention of Nikki’s collection of candid holiday pictures. “Don’t remind me.”
“So what’ll it be? What is Mistress Nicolette going to find her favourite teacher wearing when she comes in for that little talk after the final class today?”
Sarah mumbled something.
“What was that? Did you say you wanted diapers so thick you’d look like you’re wearing a bean bag chair?” Nikki grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.
“I said ‘disposable’.”
“Even if you’re not going to use them?”
Sarah nodded. “In case I have to stand up. I don’t want a bulge.”
“Good point. You wouldn’t want to broadcast a big butt-bulge by accident.” Nikki nudged Sarah’s butt with her hip. “Even if it makes you look all cute and babyish.”
Sarah harumphed.
“Oh stop being so serious and let’s get you ready for school.”
Nikki kept her arms around Sarah and steered her out of the bathroom, down the short hallway to their bedroom.
“Okay baby, you lie down and I’ll get everything.”
Sarah crawled onto the bed and rolled over on her back. She watched Nikki between her knees.
Nikki pulled a diaper from the bottom drawer in the dresser. She looked at the white plastic for a moment.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get some diapers with cute prints or something next time. Not that I don’t like the plain ones, it’s just… It could be fun.”
“Diapers with cute prints are like giant pacifiers and adult-sized cribs.”
“Mongolian?”
“Throat-singing and yurts-levels of Mongolian, yes.”
“Fine, fine.” Nikki held up her hands in mock surrender, almost dropping the diaper. “Now lift your butt.”
Sarah lifted her hips off the mattress and Nikki slid the diaper under her butt and fastened the tapes.
“There we are. Doesn’t that feel better?” Nikki ran her hand over the smooth, white plastic.
“Mmm-hmm.” Sarah nodded and smiled.
“And which of your plastic pants do you want? The white ones?” Nikki kept her hand on Sarah’s diaper, symbolically holding her in place.
“Aww, do I have to? They get so hot and clammy,” Sara complained.
“We wouldn’t want any leaks, now would we?” Nikki voice was dripping with faux concern.
“But I’m not going to be using the diapers anyway,” Sarah protested. “So there won’t be any leaks.”
“I hear you saying that sweetie, but accidents still happen. And it’s not like you can rush to get changed if they do. Also, who’s in charge?”
Sarah sighed. “You are.”
“And which plastic pants does my good little girl want to wear over her work-diapers?”
“The pink ones; with the popper buttons. They’re the quietest ones.” Sarah almost whispered the last words.
Nikki pulled the folded pink plastic from the dresser drawer and slid the rear under Sarah and pulled the front up between her legs.
“Good thing you wanted the disposable diapers. I don’t think these have room enough for anything thicker.” The snaps of the buttons sounding as loud as gunshots in the silence of the bedroom. Nikki stroked the pink plastic.
“There we are. Doesn’t it feel better to be all safe and padded and ready for work?”
“Mmmm.”
“But you should probably get dressed. You wouldn’t want to be late for class.”
Sarah sighed. “Yeah, I guess.” She sat up and reached for the jeans she had left on the chair next to the bed the night before.
“Oh, and Sarah?” Nikki looked back over her shoulder as she looked through the wardrobe. “You’re wearing a skirt today. Mistress Nicolette thinks you’d look absolutely adorable laid out on your desk with your skirt up around your chest; your diaper on display for anyone to see.”
Sarah swallowed. She knew Nikki wasn’t going toactuallylay her down on the kitchen table to change her, but that didn’t make the fantasy less thrilling.
Nikki handed Sarah the skirt she wanted her to wear, a long flowery one, and watched as she stepped into it. As she pulled the skirt up, Sarah cringed at the soft sound of the fabric sliding over the tight plastic. It wasn’t particularly loud. In fact, the soft hiss was barely audible, but to Sarah it sounded like a jet fighter buzzing their apartment building.
“See? Isn’t this much nicer than those pesky, impractical jeans.” Nikki slid a hand up Sarah’s thigh, slipping under the light fabric to stroke her through the diaper. “So much more… accessible.”
“Nikki,” Sarah pleaded. “Please, not now.”
Nikki nodded thoughtfully. “Very well,” she said magnanimously. "But Mistress Nicolette is going to insist on you being wet when she comes by after class.
Sarah blushed. “OK,” she whispered.
Nikki smiled. “You know, if I’d known that this was what it would take to get you to wear diapers to work, I would have started a world-wide pandemic ages ago.”