Skip to content The Picnic
The warm rain is pouring and the weather is not showing any signs of improvement. The day has been dull from the early morning. Thus it’s a perfect day for a romantic picnic in a park. You may think that I’m some sort of lunatic, but you can beat the elements with proper attire. So here I am, dressed from head to toe in bright raingear, sitting on green grass and sipping white wine with my beautiful companion, also protected from the rain.
Let me introduce myself: My name is Richard Smith and I’m happily married with my lovely wife Jill, nee Jenkins. We have both good jobs and nice career prospects in the same manufacturing and marketing company; I’m leading the technical department, mostly taking care of software business in these days, and Jill is an AD in the marketing department. The company takes a good care of us, providing us house, cars, Internet connection, mobile phones, access to company gym, swimming pool, sauna, and a ton of other benefits. And we are happy to work with the extremely nice people in the company.
But I was talking about our picnic and not the company. Today happens to be Saturday and we, as being white-collar work force, have the weekend off. We don’t have any kids, at least not yet, and the maid takes care of the shopping, so we are quite free to indulge ourselves in the weekends in any way we like.
We had been talking about the picnic for a while, but the business matters always forced us to postpone it. After weeks of changing plans, we have a totally free day! To get the most of the luxury, we started the preparations after waking up. The maid had delivered the newspaper to our bedroom and we spent a good while reading it. I think that reading a paper in the bed is one of the small luxuries of the life.
While reading I wet my night diaper and felt it get heavier from the urine gained during sleep. I’m not a bedwetter, but I usually wet the night diaper on the evening or if I woke up during the night. Jill heard the hissing sound, guessed what was happening and climbed on top of my chest and started to pee, too. I was in an absolutely bliss studying the see-thru latex pants getting moist from Jill’s fluids. She moved backwards on top of my diapered crotch and started to rock back and forth. My semi-rigid member sprang up in its moist enclosure. Unfortunately I had to spoil her pleasure because I wanted both of us be horny the whole day. So I pushed a buzzer button and the company nurse entered the room in a minute. Being in an executive position does have its perks, you know.
The nurse is an older lady and she has seen a lot of peculiar things while working with the company, so she was not surprised seeing Jill mounting me. Instead, she just took Jill’s hand and gently motioned her towards the changing table in the corner. The nurse was wearing, as usual, a light blue latex outfit with white latex stockings, low-heeled white shoes and a nurse’s cap, made of latex. As she was coming to change us, she had put on a heavy rubber apron and latex gloves, both white as well.
While the Jill was being expertly changed to dry diapers, I thought of the rumours that I have heard about the nurse. Some people have understood that she had been the personal nurse for our first CEO until his unfortunate death. They say also that she can select with whom she wants to work with and nobody wants to upset her, as it would mean loosing her. I personally agree with the latter point, she is the best nurse that I have encountered during my career in the company.
Now she has finished with Jill and it’s my turn to climb to the changing table. She takes of my soft latex panties and heavily wet night diaper, cleans my intimate parts with washing cloth and then encloses them with a disposable diaper and a pair of tight rubber pants. The new diaper seems to be quite thick for day use; I can’t even get my legs together. I make a questioning glance towards the nurse, but she just smiles knowingly and doesn’t say anything. It seems that Jill is wearing the same model as she is waddling quite heavily while giving instructions to the maid that has just entered the room.
The maid, as every person working in our house, is wearing a latex uniform. All of them are of course heavily diapered as well. I prefer to see the maid in the traditional French maid uniform in black with small white apron, see-thru latex stockings and a bonnet. Sometimes Jill makes her to dress as a waitress, especially if somebody is visiting us for a dinner or a lunch. If I’m in playful mood, I’ll instruct her to wear nursery printed diaper pants instead the frilly ones. I just love to see glimpses of cartoon characters when she is dusting or serving food.
I get up from the table, fetch a robe from the closet, and head towards breakfast. The nurse escorts Jill out and only the maid is left in the bedroom to change the sheets. Even with thirsty night diapers and good pair of rubber pants you can’t avoid wetting the bed occasionally. The rocking didn’t help either. Fortunately the mattress is protected with a latex sheet.
The breakfast seems to be quite high on fibre, as was also the dinner yesterday. The maid enters and starts to server coffee and tea. While pouring she smirks towards me and glances Jill from time to time. I make some questioning gestures, but Jill just shrugs her shoulders. Maybe I’m just making this up, starting to be paranoid. I put these thoughts out of my mind and focus on finishing my meal.
I have left the picnic details to Jill, and she asks me to follow to the nursery to prepare for the event. The rain has been hammering the roof for the whole morning, so I’m anticipating raingear. My thoughts get a justification after entering the nursery, as there are two stacks of raingear, bright pink for Jill and light blue for me. But then I notice also another set of stacks, of pink and light blue latex. The nurse, this time without the heavy apron, has been waiting for us and asks me to sit on the edge of the changing table so that we can start dressing. She takes one of the latex stacks and folds it open. The garment seems to be some sort of a catsuit. I’ve never seen it before, but it seems to be familiar to my wife, based on her approving smile.
Wearing rubber is a good turn-on for me, so I don’t start to ask stupid questions, quite the contrary insist the ladies to hurry up. They start to pull the catsuit over my legs and I’m surprised to find out that the catsuit is not dusted with talc; instead it’s filled with slippery gel. The coolness of the latex and the gel makes my skin to go to goose pimples. I just love the way the latex garments hug my body! The catsuit seems to be made to measure as it fits me perfectly. Even my huge diapered bottom fits in snugly. When my whole body except hands, feet and head is covered with latex, the nurse fastens the strips in the ankles and wrists, thus sealing me in watertight. It seems that no matter how much I wet today, I can’t make my rubber pants to leak.
I am instructed to help my wife to get dressed into her catsuit. I’m glad to obey and can’t resist fondling her from several strategic spots. After enclosing her into wiggling rubber, the nurse gives both a pair of matching latex gloves and socks to put on. Then she fetches a couple of bottles from the cupboard and attaches the first one to a small valve in my wife’s collar. She thrusts the contents of the bottle inside the suit with a small pump at the end of the bottle. I see a small puddle forming inside Jill’s suit for a while and then spreading away. I get the same treatment. Jill hugs me and starts to massage the inserted gel inside my suit. I do the same for her. The gel is moving downwards, filling all possible spaces between the suit and my skin. I feel quite slippery inside my suit and my hard-on is visible through the layers of diaper and latex.
Jill seems to be pondering something and then making a decision. She instructs the nurse to add yet another set of gel to our suits. So we go through the same initiation as before, this time taking care that the gel is spread everywhere. Now I feel that I’m literally floating inside the suit, the latex is not touching my skin directly. I’m hot and cool at the same time; the gel is eating away the perspiration that I’m producing in my enclosure.
Next we help each other to put on the rain gear. First the jacket, then bib-style trousers, both made of heavy rubber. The legs of trousers are put inside matching rubber boots and hands are covered with rubber mittens, also matching the colour of the rest of the garments. The attire is finalised with a sou’wester, and we are ready to hit the road.
Jill makes a call to the garage to get the car ready and we start waddling towards the front door. The maid is waiting us in the hall with two picnic baskets covered with a latex cloth. One of the company chauffeurs opens the door and motions us to follow him. His uniform is made of black leather. If I’d be their boss, I’d make them to wear latex, too. But I have to cope with leather uniform. Such small tragedies of life!
The drive is not very long; the park is located in the company’s land. We live in the same area, too. The car passes the both shopping streets of our small village and residential area for the workers of the company’s factories. There are not many people outside due to the bad weather, but we see a few families in raingear or carrying an umbrella and several servants carrying bags of goodies to and fro. I know that everybody is diapered, but only a few have so thick diapers that you can spot them from the way they walk. One woman is sitting in a big stroller, pushed by her partner.
The drive is eventless, except that I feel a couple of rumbles from my stomach. Just before the park Jill sighs, she has probably wet her diaper. I get an affirmative answer to my question and decide to wet my diaper, too. A wet diaper is always nicer than dry one. And of course a dry diaper is better than no diaper at all.
The car reaches the picnic area and Jill asks the driver to pick us up after three hours from the same place. The driver waves us goodbye and speeds back to the village. The picnic area is empty; most of the people like to have picnic in a good weather. Not everybody has affection to latex as our servants and we do.
I follow Jill to a good spot in the park carrying the both baskets. When Jill is happy with the location, she takes a heavy latex sheet out of one of the baskets and we spread it on the ground. The sheet looks exactly like a normal cotton cloth used in picnics, it has small white and red squares. I smile approvingly to Jill, who seems to have taken even the smallest details into an account.
We sit on the sheet and Jill empties the contents of the baskets on top of it. There is a bottle of white wine, a couple bottles of sparkling water, a selection of Spanish tapas, bread, and several baby bottles. I feel hungry and full at the same time. The breakfast and yesterday’s dinner are making their way through me with an alerting swiftness. I pour some wine to the glasses and we drink to our health before attacking the food.
The food is good, I’m hungry and we eat most of it in no time. The wine bottle is emptied as well as the first bottle of water. I’m starting to feel the pressure in my bladder. I see Jill being also a little bit of uncomfortable, shifting herself inside the layers of latex. The sight is so arousing that I have a raging hard-on and can’t alleviate the pressure of my bladder.
We lay for a moment in the wet grass, trying to digest all the food we just ate. I’m feeling relaxed and maybe even sleepy. We talk about this and that, without giving much thought to anything. I’m giving in for the sleep; I relax all my muscles and feel how hot pee rushes out of me, wetting the diaper thoroughly. It’s nice just to be here, without any worries. I drift to sleep while pee is still dribbling into the diaper.
I woke up with a loud rumble from my stomach. I’m heading towards number two with an accelerated speed. I sit up and see that Jill looks very concentrated sitting nearby me. When asked, she confesses that she had laced up the breakfast with laxatives and the coffee with diuretics. I have an instant erection from the thought of messing together with my wife. It doesn’t happen many times in a year. We start passionate kissing and fondling. It’s too bad that the heavy rubber of our rain gear and the gel inside the catsuit block the most gentle and romantic moves. But sometimes I like to be rough.
Jill takes a baby bottle from the sheet and asks me to drink all of it. I start sucking and gulps of thick creamy liquid goes down. It doesn’t taste much of anything, maybe there’s a hint of strawberry. I’m sure that the liquid will end up in the diaper, probably sooner than later. I feel my stomach get fuller and fuller. Fortunately the bottle is empty before I’m totally full. Jill takes the last few gulps from her bottle when I’m laying mine down.
During this drinking manoeuvre, the rumbling has grown even louder and I’m feeling first cramps. Jill’s state is no better: she has been gasping for the past five minutes with shorter and shorter intervals. She gets up to ease the pressure and it helps for sometime, but then she has to squat down with a forceful cramp. I hear a muffed sound from her diaper and she gasps. Then the next cramp forces Jill on her knees and I can see how her diaper gets filled up cramp by cramp. She turns around to look at me with a big smile on her face. I put my hand on her bottom and feel the size of the accident. I start to kiss her and massage the messy diaper.
The kissing stops suddenly and now it’s Jill’s turn to be the spectator. The first cramp explodes a hot load of poop into my waiting diaper. I also drop onto my knees and the spasms continue to fill the diaper. I feel the sticky mess to flow around my balls and climbing up between my buttocks. I find out that I’m also peeing; the hot urine is making the front of the diaper even wetter. The messing continues and continues, this time Jill is kissing me and feeling my diaper getting bigger. After an eternity, the spasms subside and I can start to breathe normally again. I push all poop out of me. I’m smiling like an idiot – this is the biggest mess that I have ever had in my diapers.
Jill pushes me to a sitting position and then I finally understand the size of the accident, as hot poop flows around my dick and travels up on the backside, too. It seems that everything is still kept inside the rubber panties. I take my revenge and push Jill to similar position. Her mouth hangs open when she finds out what I already know. We hug each other, babble and act like teenager girls high on sugar.
When the sharpest edge of the bliss is over, Jill gives me another bottle. I have some difficulties to suck it in, but I manage a couple of minutes before her. She is smaller than me, but still taking the same doses. I’m respecting her determination, as the bottles are big.
We wet happily again and the diapers are sacking a little. The tight rubber pants keep them up and the catsuit helps, too. So there is no real danger of the diaper dropping down. Sacking diaper is in fact a pleasant experience, as the mess shifts around and you can get various good vibrations out of the movement.
We finish the rest of the sparkling water, too, and pack the picnic stuff back to the baskets. We are not moving very fast as the huge load sloshes back and forth in our diapers and we want to get most of the sensation.
Just before the pick-up time I feel my stomach making a familiar rumbling sound. Jill is already biting her lower lip and dancing a little bit. This time the fight is short and when we see our car approaching, I mess and wet again. The diaper is filled to its limits. Jill tries to postpone the call of the nature, but when the driver greets us Jill is not able to say anything, raise her hand or even nod, as she is concentrating fully on filling her diaper. The driver smiles knowingly and opens the door for her. Jill takes very short steps towards the car and she has to be helped to the seat. When she sits down, a loud gasp escapes her lips.
I don’t move much faster, going round the car and opening the door is taking a short eternity. I understand Jill perfectly when I sit down, as the mess moves up and around, causing all kinds of nice feelings.
The trip back is as eventless as the previous trip. We don’t talk much, but concentrate on rocking our bottoms against the leather of the back seat. The nurse and the maid are waiting us on our front door. They help Jill out of the car and escort us to the nursery. There is a familiar scent in the air, and I think that one or both of them have messy diaper on. We don’t stink at all as the catsuit is keeping all odours inside.
The rain gear is removed from both of us and then Jill is changed first. The nurse takes off the pink catsuit, revealing a slimy lady with a full diaper in latex pants. The nurse decides to remove the diaper in the bathtub, so they leave the maid and me in the nursery. I get my confirmation – at least the maid is messy. I send her to take care of her duties.
While waiting I run my hands over my latex clad body and the diaper. I feel extremely good. The diaper is holding everything that I have produced today, and that’s a lot. Also the rubber pants are very good, keeping the heavy diaper up. Maybe the company has invented something new to produce the diapers and the pants? I have to talk with Jill about this later today.
Jill emerges from the bathroom wearing a fresh diaper and soft seethru latex pants. The nurse asks me to enter the bathroom. I sniff the scent again; she’s messy, too. We remove the catsuit together and then she takes off the diaper and the rubber pants as one garment. This helps to keep the mess inside the diaper and not drop in on the floor. The nurse showers me clean and then I get diapered with same style as Jill.
Later in the evening I talk about the day with Jill. My diaper is sagging quite heavily, I have wet several times and I’m feeling a new mess coming soon. Jill has been changed to night diapers already, so she’s still dry. The liquid in the baby bottles made its way through Jill faster and she had another dirty accident today. Wish I were around when it happened. But you can’t get everything.
I’m wondering about the thick diaper and the rubber pants, because when I thought it more carefully in the afternoon, I came up to the conclusion that I haven’t seen them before. Jill explains that they are a brand new design produced by the company for heavy wetting and messing. The diaper can hold up three times more liquid than previously biggest diaper with the same thickness. The tapes of the diaper don’t get loose even under heavy load. The rubber pants are designed to be a companion for the diaper, helping the diaper not to sack and prevent small leaks. I think that these diapers will be a hit at least with the company employees. The AB customers will like them, too, but they could be too extreme for mass markets.
I congratulate Jill number of times on arranging a perfect picnic. I urge her to tell about the latex catsuits and the gel. She had ordered the suits several weeks ago, but as the picnic got postponed, she hid them away. The company made them based on the measurements available in the employee database. She got the idea of filling them with gel from the main latex product tester. The idea of the gel is to enable the wearer to keep the latex on for seriously longer than wearing it with talc. Jill was unsure about her own feelings, so she decided to give the suits a test drive. She is happy with the results and I’m too, thus we have to start planning for a longer event. She has already today talked with the diaper department about different options for wearing same diaper longer.
While Jill is explaining the details of the picnic, I start to fill my diaper again. I grunt and push the mess into the waiting diaper. She stops her monologue, and kisses me deeply. When I’m empty again, I sit back for a moment to enjoy the feeling. Finally Jill calls in the nurse to change me to night diapers. I feel a little bit disappointed, as I can’t indulge myself any longer with the dirty diaper.
The fresh night diaper is thick and it’s enclosed into pastel green rubber snap-on panties, so there’s no need to complain. I follow Jill’s yellow panties to the bathroom for brushing the teeth. After that it’s time to go to the bed. My last memory before dosing off is a slowly starting pee flow into a thirsty fresh diaper. I feel the diaper get wet and warm, I’m ready to start dreaming.
The End of The Picnic.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL Diaper Boys & Girls you can find a list here: Diaper Boys & Girls – Index.