Erin has been a fan of the site for years. Now that she is single she finally asked if she could come for a visit, and one of the first things she does once she is alone in the room is take out the pink MegaMax. She has never worn a proper adult diaper like this before. She steps into it, pulls the thick padding up between her legs, and smooths the tapes into place. The bulk is immediate — high on her hips, heavy through the crotch, the pink plastic shell snug and obvious. She moves across the bed, lies back against the pillows, and lets her hands settle on it.

For several minutes she just rubs. One palm cups the front of the diaper and works slow circles over the padding, pressing the thickness down against her clit. The plastic crinkles under her hand. She rolls her hips into it, breath already shorter, then slides her fingers under the waistband. Inside the diaper she finds herself easily. She rubs, then pinches, then goes back to broad strokes, pulling her hand out to pat and grind the outside of the padding before dipping back in again. The diaper shifts and rustles the whole time, the bulk spreading her thighs apart.

She keeps the rhythm until it breaks. The orgasm hits hard — her back arches off the bed, a sharp sound caught in her throat, fingers still working inside the diaper while her other hand presses the front of the padding flat against her. She rides it out, thighs shaking around the thick pink bulk, the crinkle loud as she grinds through the last of it. When it fades she stays where she is, one hand still tucked in the diaper, the other resting on the swollen front, flushed and breathing hard against the pillows. The diaper is warm, slightly damp where she has been touching, and unmistakably used. She is in a state of bliss.