"Really. Pantsless. If they want baby to be the fashion trend, then you teens should be..."
Tina trailed off as a new interesting sight caught her attention. Leah followed her stepmother’s gaze until she saw a teenage couple making out with wild abandon. The couple were pantless, much like the rest of the teenage generation, and their obviously soaked, yellow-stained diapers were on clear display.
Things began to escalate as the teenage boy grabbed a handful of his partners ample sized breasts, while the girl returned the favour and began to rub the front of his diaper.
“Ugh, look at that. That’s definitely something babies shouldn’t be doing,” Tina said. “If your generation is going to be wearing diapers like a baby, you should be chaste like one too.”
Tina turned her attention back to Leah, sending the increasingly familiar static feeling to course through her body. She winced at the feeling, closing her eyes, and when they opened things had changed once more. The frisky couple were no longer making out, and instead were now playing a game of patty cake. Gone was the indecent touching, replaced with only the childish rhythm of hands touching hands.
“I can’t imagine what it must be like,” Tina started. “Back when I was your age, we just made out with one another and had some fun times. You must be so pent up with no way to relieve that particular need.”
Static passed through Leah, but a moment later it was quickly replaced with a warming sensation around her crotch. At first, she had thought she had pissed herself once more and warmed her diaper, but the feeling continued to smolder and grow in intensity. It was an all-to-familiar need that Leah recognized and began to blush.
The sensation couldn’t be ignored, and began to command more and more of Leah’s attention. The thought of playing with herself later was too hot to ignore, until she her horny brain finally processed her stepmother’s words. ‘No way to relieve that particular need’ Did that mean that she would be stuck with this burning desire with no relief. The thought bounced around her head a couple more times before she felt her stepmother grab the sleeve of her shirt.
“Come along my little ditzy dumb diaperbutt. I can’t wait until you turn sixteen so you can release all of naughty feelings. It must be so hard to think with all of those hormones coursing through you. No wonder your generation is so dependent on your parents. Without us you wouldn’t even be able to…