“Ohhh, that hit the spot,” Amy grinned and sighed.
Now more focused on her diaper than the flashy lights of the television, Amy bounced around on the couch, enjoying the warm hug around her crotch.
Squish, squelch, went the diaper as her legs rubbed it into the seat, then the neat pillows on Amy’s sofa. The warmth of her little accident had largely gone, but the soaked little garment was quivering with a new hotness, one that had begun to drool from her mouth and escape in hushed moans.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, her hands begging her to be set free.
Amy closed her eyes, her heart beating in her throat as she dipped her hand into her diaper. Almost instantaneously, a bolt of lightning seemed to arc throughout the little pink hedgehog’s body as she gasped in pleasure.
“Oh my god!” She yelled as her floodgates opened once again, something warm and wet but altogether different from pee spattering her diaper. “I really am just a little pants-wetting, dirty baby! A-aaahhh!”
Amy came back down from her high, sighing contentedly. It was well enough time for a diaper change, she knew. But was it really worth her while when there was still so much fun to be had?
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