The Resort, Chapter 2

Brooke felt amazed. The pictures that she saw online of the resort simply didn’t do it justice. It was a three-story castle painted pure white, matching the flowers in the surrounding area. Turrets stood tall on each corner of the house, projecting its height above the tallest trees and casting a long shadow upon the path that they were on.

“Oh my gosh, are we going to be staying up there?” Jenna asked, pointing up at one of the turrets and ripping Brooke from her thoughts. “That’d be so cool!”

“I’m afraid not. While they provide a wonderful view of the valley and are open to the air at all times, they aren’t large enough for your room,” Emma said. “While your room isn’t open to the air, we’ll provide vases of those flowers for you if you wish.”

“Yes, please!” Brooke said with glee, struggling to hide her impatience. Where is a bathroom when you need one?! she thought, though the mere thought of using a bathroom suddenly made the pressure in her bladder grow twofold.

As they walked up the steps leading to the two grand double doors, they opened up on their own, revealing another woman in a pair of tight khakis and a loose white button down top that drifted down far enough to cover her crotch. A small gust of wind blew it up for just a moment, one long enough for Brooke to get a glimpse of a noticeable imprint of a diaper.

Jenna leaned in close and whispered in Brooke’s ear, “Is she wearing a diaper too?” she said, her voice barely loud enough for her to hear.

“Yeah, I think so,” Brooke whispered back.

“What kind of place did you bring us to?”

The woman at the top of the stairs cleared her throat. “Welcome to the resort, madams. My name is Sofie, and it is my distinct pleasure to welcome you to this wondrous place. Please, allow me to show you to your room,” she said with a comforting smile. With a flourish of her hands, she turned and walked back inside, her footsteps echoing throughout the foyer.

“Um, I really hate to be rude, but where can I find the little girl’s room?” Brooke asked, her voice shaky.

“There is a bathroom further down the hall on the right, but your room is much closer than that. Follow me upstairs; your room is not far off,” Sofie said, gesturing for them to go before her. 

Brooke bolted up the stairs, taking two or three at a time as she felt her control fade away. “Which room number do we have?” she asked, looking back down at Jenna.

“I think it was Suite One.” Looking at Sofie, she asked, “You only cater to one couple at a time, yes?”

“Yes, that is correct.” Noticing Brooke’s urgency, Sofie smiled once more and gestured down the left hallway. “Your suite is just ahead, miss. You can’t miss it.”

“Thanks!” Brooke started jogging, her eyes locked on the only door at the end of the hallway. She slid to a halt and grabbed the doorknob. A jolt of static electricity zapped her, making her lose control of her bladder for just a split-second, enough for a small spurt of urine to trickle into her panties. “Dang it,” she cursed under her breath as she fumbled with the ancient doorknob. She finally got it open, flinging the door open wide just in time for Jenna to push past her, scurrying into the bathroom before her.

“Slowpoke!” came her playful voice as the lock clicked into place.

As the sounds of urine splashing against the toilet filled the hallway outside of their suite, Brooke paused and blushed as Sofie walked up behind her. “I must apologize on her behalf; she never gets like this,” she said, cautiously looking up at Sofie. 

“Oh, it is quite alright, ma’am. I’m sure the helicopter ride was quite the journey. There are no bathrooms on those contraptions, no?”

“No, there aren’t,” Brooke said with a laugh. “Thank you for the warm welcome. Might my friend and I have a bit of time to ourselves to get freshened up before dinner?” she asked.

“Of course! Dinner is in one hour. I’ll be back later to guide you to the dining hall. Your luggage will be brought up to your room momentarily.”

“Excellent, thank you.” Brooke waited a few moments as Sofie turned and walked away, eyeing her rump. “They really are all wearing diapers,” she whispered to herself. She locked the door behind her, then saw Jenna walk out of the bathroom. “There you are. Did you make it in… oh.” She paused, eyeing the rather large damp patch on her friend’s shorts. “Guess not,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “Good thing our luggage is almost here. You need a fresh change of clothes. Maybe those mimosas on the ride out weren’t the best idea.”

“Yeah, you can say that again.” Jenna blushed. “Did they say what’s on the menu? I’d love a good steak right about now.”

“They didn’t say, but they, uh…” Her voice faltered as her gaze settled on a large white plastic bin. She looked further to the side, her eyes falling upon a vanity with shelves full of diapers sitting underneath it. Oh, that’s why that’s there, she thought, her mouth forming a small ‘O’. “Maybe we need to put you in one of those,” she said with a light-hearted giggle, pointing at the mass of white padding.

“One of what?” Jenna asked with a sigh. Her eyes followed Brooke’s finger and came to rest upon the diapers as well. “Haha, funny. I’m not putting one of those on. I don’t need them.”

Brooke laughed. “Your panties say otherwise.”

“Yeah, well, that was just an accident,” Jenna shot back. “That helicopter ride was pretty long, too. Can you really blame me?” A light knocking on the door made her pause. 

“That must be our luggage,” Brooke said. “Go hide in the bathroom; I’ll be back with a change of clothes for you, unless you’d rather put on a diaper!” she teased. Feeling the pressure grow in her own bladder, Brooke waited until Jenna closed the bathroom door behind her before she opened up the suite’s main door. “Mia, Emma, thanks for bringing our bags up,” she said, standing aside to let them in.

“Of course, ma’am!” they said in unison, rolling their bags in and placing them against the wall.

“Might there be anything you require?” Emma asked, clasping her hands in front of her as Mia walked back out into the hallway. She returned a few seconds later and placed small crystal vases of those special flowers on top of the nightstand, the dresser, and on the small table that sat near the bathroom door. Their lovely sweet scent quickly filled their cozy room.

“I don’t think so… oh! Actually, yeah, there is. Where’s the dirty clothes hamper?” Brooke beckoned her closer with a finger, leaned in, and whispered, “My friend had a tiny accident and I’d rather not have the room smell like pee.” She gestured at the closed bathroom door and grinned as she pinched her nose, waving her other hand in front of her face. “You have laundry services here, right?”

“Of course, laundry is collected daily.” A relaxed smile slid onto Emma’s face. “There are two hampers in the closet right here, ma’am! One is for your clothes and the other is for… disposable products.”

“Like the… diapers? What are those for? They’re definitely not baby-sized.”

“Oh, they’re for you when you need them!” Mia cut in. “They’re great to wear around here. Super comfy and super soft!”

“When we need them? Don’t you mean if we need them?” Brooke asked.

“I… suppose if that’s what you wish,” Emma said slowly, bowing her head for a moment. “Might there be anything else you require?”

“No, thanks,” Brooke said, still wondering what they meant by that. 

“Excellent. We’ll be by to fetch you for dinner soon.”

Brooke closed the door behind them and watched them walk away through the peephole, then softly locked the door. “That was weird…” she muttered to herself.

“Were those the bags?” came Jenna’s voice.

“Yeah, one sec!” she yelled back. She knelt down next to her friend’s bag, then with a great heave, she used all of her strength to throw it onto the bed. “Which one do you want?” she yelled over her shoulder.

“The white one with purple stripes!” came Jenna’s reply. “Or whatever, it doesn’t really matter if you can’t find them.”

“Ah, here they are,” Brooke said, pushing aside a few bras and shorts to find what she was searching for. The bathroom door slid open just enough for Brooke to hand her a fresh change of clothes. “Are you sure you don’t need to be put into a diaper?”

“Of course, I’m not some little girl who can’t control her bladder,” Jenna said with a laugh. She dressed herself, then ran a finger down the crotch. “See? Dry!” she said, holding up her finger. 

“Yeah, I can see that,” Brooke said, slightly put off by her friend's overreaction. “Now that you’re done using the toilet...” She swiftly took care of her business, alleviating the painful ache caused by her overly full bladder. “Anyway, since this is such a nice resort…” She followed Jenna out onto the balcony and plopped down onto an outdoor couch with her, admiring the views of the mountains and the forest that surrounded them. “I got us both something special for our first night here,” she said with a smile, tentatively looking her up and down as she waited for her reaction.

“Oh? What would that be?” Jenna asked, crossing her legs as her bladder started feeling a little numb.

Brooke’s heart skipped a beat as she felt the tiniest patch of wetness in her panties, though she comforted herself thinking that it was probably a little leftover urine from using the potty. 

“Here, I’ll show you!” Brooke said, excited that she could finally spill the beans. “Remember how we stopped in Paris a few days ago and went to Givenchy? I had our driver pick up that dress you were eyeballing!” 

“You didn’t!” 

“Uh-huh!”

“Nuh-uh! Prove it!” 

They walked back inside the room. Brooke opened up her second suitcase with a flourish, revealing two impeccably kept garment bags. “Believe me now?”

Jenna spotted hers in an instant. “You really shouldn’t have!” She unzipped the bag and gently pulled out her dress, barely able to contain her giddy excitement.

“Well, of course we have to look good for our vacay!”

“Thank you so much!” Jenna said with glee. Smiling so wide that it threatened to split her face in two, she dropped the dress back onto the bed and threw her arms around Brooke’s neck, catching her off guard. 

“Of course! I saw how much you wanted it and I want our first night to be special!” Brooke said as she returned the hug. Her vision of her professing her love for her over a candlelit dinner their first night here slid into her mind as she held her friend, and hopefully soon to be lover, close to her. “I just know you’re going to look beautiful in it. You have good taste, after all.”

Jenna let go of her, picked up her new dress, then jumped up and down in place, holding it tightly. “Oh! One of these flowers would look great on this!” she said as she walked over to the vase closest to the bathroom. She bent over and took a deep whiff of the scent, holding it in like it was a hit from a bong. Her smile faltered for a moment before she rushed into the bathroom with her dress in tow. She slammed the door behind her in her hurry, making Brooke take pause. 

She walked up to the bathroom door and tried to open it, but found it locked. Brooke gently rapped on the door with a knuckle. “You okay? You’re acting a little off, dear. You know you can always talk to me, right?” The door unlocked a few seconds later.

“I… got my panties wet again,” came Jenna’s defeated voice. 

“How?” Brooke slowly opened the door to find her friend sitting on the toilet, her shorts and panties resting on her ankles. Her eyes first fell upon the white and purple panties with a wet spot half the size of a card.

“I don’t know!” came Jenna’s exasperated reply. “I was sniffing the flowers one second and then I felt my undies get warm.” She flung the wet clothes away from her with her feet, nearly missing Brooke as they hit the wall.

“Those two attendants mentioned something about the flowers being relaxing or something…” Brooke folded her arms and leaned against the doorway. “Look, we can just order room service if you’re not feeling too well,” she said, hoping that she would decline her offer. She really wanted to dress up for dinner and look as nice as she wanted to be.

“Thanks, but I feel fine!” Jenna paused, then looked up at her. “Why don’t you try smelling the flowers?” Jenna asked. “If you pee yourself, then we’ll both know that it’s the flowers and not me!”

“I doubt that would be the reason for you wetting yourself. Even though I care about you, I wouldn’t want to be in the same situation as you. I don’t think you want to wear those, either,” she said, pointing at the stack of diapers on the shelves. The sound of urine lightly splashing water came from the potty, making her eyes narrow. “Are you…” The sound stopped immediately.

“No! I- I was distracted!”

Feeling sorry for her friend, Brooke sighed and gave in. “Look, if it’ll settle this, I’ll smell the flowers,” she said, uncrossing her arms and pushing herself off the doorway. She grabbed a flower and held it up to her nose by the stem, then took a few small sniffs. It smelled of freshly bloomed roses, something citrusy, and one other smell she couldn’t place. “See?” She placed the flower back in the vase and leaned against the bathroom door’s frame again. Brooke glanced down at her crotch and didn’t notice any damp spots. However, her bladder felt fuller than before and she felt an urgent need to relieve herself grow within her. “I don’t think it’s the flowers, but can you please get up? I need to pee, and you need to get some fresh undies for our fancy dinner.”

“Alright…” Jenna wiped herself dry with some toilet paper, then flushed the toilet. “Hey, wait a minute. Did you have to pee before?”

“I dunno, but I really need to go.” Brooke stepped aside to let her out. “Maybe you should use a pad, too, just to be safe,” she said. “I have some in my suitcase if you don’t have any.” She shut the door behind her friend and darted to the potty, feeling like she was about to burst. Brooke winced as the pressure in her bladder grew to where she wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer, and right before the floodgates opened, she wiggled her thumbs inside of her shorts and yanked them down. As the sounds of her heavy stream hit the porcelain throne, her shoulders drooped as she finally relaxed. 

After what felt like forever, her stream slowed to a few drops, then nothing. She pushed a couple times just to be sure, but there was nothing left. Once she wiped herself clean with some toilet paper, she stood up and felt the inside of her thigh grow warm as a tiny sliver of urine ran down the inside of her left leg. Feeling her heart beat a little faster, she whispered, “Maybe these diapers are here for a reason…”