Chapter 30 — Mommy’s Report

Selena’s piercing stare pinned both girls as they stepped into the dorm, her gaze sliding from Elara’s flushed face down to her crotch with a knowing glint before snapping back up. A slow grin spread across her lips. “I came to get your reports,” she said, voice smooth as silk, carrying an edge that made Elara’s stomach twist.

Elara’s cheeks burned a deeper red, hyper-aware of the subtle buzzing still humming inside her as she stood rooted to the spot. Quinn, unfazed, slipped away from her side, grabbing the neatly compiled report off the desk and handing it over with a casual shrug. “We’ve been keeping up on it,” she said.

Selena took the papers, her fingers brushing Quinn’s briefly as she flipped through the pages. Her eyes scanned the text, and that smirk of hers widened more than once, especially at certain detailed entries. Elara shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, the vibrator set to a maddening medium-low thrum that kept her on edge without pushing her over. The faint dampness in her fresh diaper only added to her unease under Selena’s scrutiny.

Glancing up mid-read, Selena fixed Elara with a raised eyebrow, clearly catching the way she fidgeted. Her lips twitched, but she said nothing about it, returning to the report with an amused hum. “Well, I’m impressed,” she mused after a moment, tapping the edge of the papers against her palm. “You’ve certainly done more than we expected. If you both want to continue this little farce, we’ll put in our findings.”

Before Elara could muster a response through the haze of sensation distracting her, Quinn jumped in. “We do. We’re enjoying the freedom.”

Selena let out a low chuckle, her gaze flicking between them again. “Freedom’s one word for it…” She paused, letting the word hang in the air before adding with a sly edge, “Though, I did expect… more.” Standing smoothly, she tucked the report under her arm and moved toward the door. As she passed Elara, she shot one last pointed look at her—right at hip level—before stepping out into the hallway.

The door clicked shut behind her. Elara exhaled sharply, finally able to unclench her jaw now that they were alone again. “What the hell was that supposed to mean?” she asked, turning to Quinn with a glare, though her voice wavered as another pulse from the toy rippled through her.

“Fuck if I know,” Quinn replied with a grin, leaning back against the desk and crossing her arms. “But she definitely noticed you squirming over there. Bet she heard that buzz too.”

“Shut up,” Elara snapped, taking a shaky step forward to steady herself on the edge of the changing table. “Turn this damn thing off already before I lose my mind.”

“Not yet,” Quinn teased, pulling the remote from her pocket and twirling it between her fingers. “I like seein’ you all worked up like this.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Elara growled, gripping the table harder as she fought to keep her composure. “If you don’t turn it off right now, I’m gonna—”

“Gonna what?” Quinn cut in, stepping closer until she was right in front of her, voice dropping low. “Gonna beg me? ‘Cause I’m dying to hear that come outta your mouth.”

Elara bit her lip hard, refusing to give in even as the vibrations made her thighs tremble beneath her skirt. “Keep pushing me and you’ll regret it when I get my hands on you.”

“Oh darlin’, I’m countin’ on it,” Quinn purred back, flicking the remote up just one notch higher for a split second—enough to make Elara gasp sharply—before dialing it back down again with a wicked smirk.

With Selena gone, Elara’s frustration had hit its peak, and she was done playing games on Quinn’s terms. Hiking up her skirt with a sharp tug, she reached into her diaper, fingers brushing against the damp padding before gripping the still-buzzing vibrator. With a quick yank, she pulled it free, the sudden absence making her breath hitch for a moment as her body adjusted.

Quinn pouted from where she stood, crossing her arms with a petulant huff. “Oh come on, that’s not—”

Before she could finish, Elara stepped forward, closing the distance in one swift move. She grabbed Quinn by the chin with one hand, forcing her mouth open just enough to push the slick toy past her lips. “Taste how freaking excited you left me,” she growled, a wicked grin curling her lips as she held it there, watching Quinn’s eyes widen.

Quinn let out a muffled whimper, cheeks flushing as she obeyed, her tongue reluctantly moving over the toy. Though she squirmed under the grip, she didn’t pull away, sucking lightly until Elara finally tugged it free with a satisfied smirk.

“That’s better,” Elara muttered, snatching the remote from Quinn’s hand in the same motion. With rough hands, she yanked Quinn’s skirt down, letting it pool at her ankles to expose the thick diaper beneath. Stepping closer, she pressed her body against hers, pinning her against the edge of the desk.

“Thought you could mess with me and get away with it?” Elara’s voice was low, dangerous, as her hand slid down over the front of Quinn’s diaper, pressing hard against the padding to tease through the layers. She could feel the faint outline of the plug still nestled inside from earlier, and it only made her grin wider. “Let’s see how you like being played with.”

Grabbing the vibrator again, she popped open the tabs of Quinn’s diaper just enough to slip her hand inside. Her fingers brushed against heated skin, teasing slow circles around her entrance before nudging the slick toy against her. Quinn gasped, hands gripping the desk behind her for support as Elara pushed it in inch by inch, letting the length settle deep.

“Fuck—” Quinn breathed out, voice trembling as her hips twitched involuntarily into the sensation.

“Feels good, huh?” Elara taunted, pulling her hand back to tape the diaper shut again, trapping the toy inside. She flicked the remote on, starting at a low hum that made Quinn jolt against the desk. “Been walking around all day plugged up—must’ve been dyin’ for more.”

“You’re such a bitch,” Quinn whined, though the heat in her eyes betrayed how much she was into this. Her thighs pressed together under the padding, trying to ease the building pressure, but it only made the vibrations more intense.

Elara stepped close enough that their bodies brushed together. She cranked the remote up a notch, watching Quinn’s face twist with a mix of frustration and need. “Gonna keep you like this ‘til I’m good and ready to let you finish. How’s that sound?”

“Fuck you,” Quinn managed through gritted teeth, though a soft moan slipped out right after as another wave hit her.

Elara chuckled, patting the front of Quinn’s diaper with mock sweetness.

Elara gripped Quinn’s hand with a firm tug, pulling her toward her crib. Without breaking stride, she let her own skirt and top fall to the floor in a careless heap, leaving herself clad only in the crinkly diaper hugging her hips. Her eyes flicked to Quinn, a predatory glint flashing as she reached out, yanking off her remaining clothes just as swiftly until she, too, stood in nothing but her diaper.

“C’mere,” Elara muttered, climbing into the crib first and dragging Quinn in after her. The soft mattress dipped under their weight as they settled into the confined space.

Before Quinn could get a word out or protest, Elara’s hand slid to the back of her head, guiding her down with a firm push. “Go on,” she urged, voice low and commanding as she pressed Quinn’s face against her bare chest. Quinn hesitated for only a split second before her lips parted, latching onto Elara’s breast with a needy moan. Her tongue flicked over sensitive skin as she began nursing, the sound of her muffled whimpers mixing with the faint buzz humming from the toy trapped inside her diaper.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Elara hissed through clenched teeth, arching slightly into the wet heat of Quinn’s mouth. Her fingers tangled tighter in her hair, holding her close as electric tingles shot through her from every pull. “Keep going. You’ve been such a damn tease all day—least you can do is make me feel good now.”

Quinn groaned against her skin, the vibrations of the toy inside ramping up her desperation as she sucked harder. Her hands pawed at Elara’s sides, gripping for something to anchor herself as she squirmed in the tight space of the crib. “Mmph—can’t take much more of this thing buzzin’,” she mumbled around a mouthful, barely pulling back enough to speak before diving back in.

“Tough shit,” Elara shot back with a smirk, reaching over to grab the remote from where she’d tossed it nearby. She thumbed the dial up another notch, making Quinn jolt against her with a sharp gasp. “You’re not getting off ‘til I say so.”

“You’re fucking evil,” Quinn whined, though she didn’t stop, lips working eagerly as her body trembled under the relentless stimulation.

“And you’re loving every second,” Elara taunted, tipping her head back against the crib mattress as waves of pleasure rolled through her from Quinn’s attention. Her free hand slid down between them, pressing hard over the front of Quinn’s diaper just to feel how soaked it already was. “Damn, you’re a mess down here. Bet you’re dying to cum, huh?”

“Fuck yes,” Quinn gasped out, momentarily pulling away only for Elara to shove her head back down.

“Then beg me for it,” Elara growled, grinding her palm harder against the padding while flicking at Quinn’s nipple with her other hand. “Wanna hear you say please like you mean it. Go on—gimme a reason to be nice.”

“Please,” Quinn choked out instantly, voice raw and desperate as she writhed under the double assault of touch and vibration. “Please let me—fuck—I need it so bad. I’ll do anything for it Mommy.”

“That’s more like it,” Elara purred darkly, easing up on the pressure just enough to keep Quinn teetering on that edge without tipping over. “Keep nursin’ on me like a good girl. Might turn this thing off soon…”

Quinn let out a pitiful whimper, her lips still latched onto Elara’s breast, sucking with desperate need as her body trembled. Elara’s smirk widened, her fingers tightening in Quinn’s hair as she cranked the vibrator up another notch without warning. The sudden spike in intensity ripped a sharp gasp from Quinn, her mouth faltering for a moment as a deep moan vibrated against Elara’s skin.

“Fuck—oh fuck,” Quinn mumbled around the flesh, barely coherent as her hips jerked. She started grinding down into the padding, seeking any friction she could get to ease the building ache.

“Not enough for ya?” Elara taunted, voice low and rough as she shifted beneath her. She slid one leg between Quinn’s thighs, pressing it up firm against the front of the crinkly diaper. “There ya go. Hump on that if you’re so damn needy.”

Quinn didn’t hesitate, a choked whine spilling from her as she rocked forward, grinding herself hard against Elara’s thigh through the thick padding. The pressure mixed with the relentless vibrations sent shudders through her frame with every desperate thrust of her hips. Her mouth worked sloppily now, nursing with less focus as pleasure overtook her senses, drool slicking Elara’s skin.

“Goddamn, look at you,” Elara growled, tilting her head back to watch Quinn unravel above her in the cramped crib. Her hands slid down to grip Quinn’s hips, guiding her movements to keep that rhythm going—harder, faster. “Humpin’ my leg like some pathetic little thing. You gonna soak this diaper for Mommy.”

“Please—fuckin’ please,” Quinn begged between ragged breaths, pulling off just long enough to gasp out the words before diving back to suckle again. Her grinding grew frantic, the wet heat inside the padding making every slide against Elara’s leg feel slicker, messier. “I’m so close—can’t hold it—”

“Then don’t,” Elara snapped back, digging her fingers into Quinn’s waist as she shoved her thigh up harder, meeting every grind with equal force. She flicked the remote up to max just to push her over that edge, relishing the way Quinn’s whole body seized up instantly. “Come on, make a mess for me right now.”

Quinn cried out sharply against her chest, the sound muffled as she bit down lightly on skin in reflex. Her hips bucked wildly against Elara’s leg, shuddering through wave after wave as the orgasm hit hard. The diaper crinkled louder with each twitch of aftershocks, undoubtedly drenched now as she slumped forward, panting hot breaths over Elara’s damp breast.

“Shit… holy shit…” Quinn wheezed out finally, barely able to lift her head as she trembled in place.

Elara chuckled darkly, easing the remote back down until the buzzing stopped completely. She ran a hand through Quinn’s messy hair almost tenderly—but only almost. “That’s better. This is what good babies get.”

“You’re… fucking cruel,” Quinn muttered weakly, still catching her breath as she rested against Elara’s chest.

“And you came harder than ever ‘cause of it,” Elara shot back with a smug grin, patting the sodden front of Quinn’s diaper just to hear the squish.

Elara leaned down, pressing her lips against Quinn’s in a slow, lingering kiss, tasting the faint salt of sweat and need still clinging to her. She reached for the remote, flicking it off to finally silence the vibrator, though she left the plug nestled snugly inside Quinn. Pulling back with a soft smirk, she tugged Quinn into a tight embrace, their bare skin warm against each other in the cramped crib.

Her fingers traced lazy paths down Quinn’s back, dipping over the curve of her spine and brushing just above the crinkly edge of the padding. “You’re such a damn handful,” she murmured low, voice rough but carrying a rare warmth as she nuzzled into her hair.

“Pot meet kettle,” Quinn mumbled back, her words slurred with exhaustion as she burrowed closer, one arm draping over Elara’s waist. Her breath steadied out slow and heavy.

They stayed like that for a while, tangled up in each other’s arms, the faint rustle of their diapers the only sound breaking the dorm’s stillness. Elara’s hand kept moving in soothing strokes, mapping every inch of skin as a quiet contentment settled between them. Eventually, their breathing synced up, deepening as fatigue took over. Eyes fluttered shut, and they drifted off to sleep, wrapped tight together amidst the bars of the crib.