**Diaper Duty at Cheer Camp**

I never expected to be the one changing Lily’s diapers, but here we are. Cheer camp was supposed to be all about routines, stunts, and late-night gossip—not soaking wet training pants and swollen, pregnant curves. But Lily, our resident bubbly blonde bimbo, had a little… *accident* during practice. Again. And as her best friend (and secret crush), it was my job to take care of her.

The second we got back to the cabin, I locked the door behind us. Lily was already squirming, her cheeks flushed pink, those big baby-blue eyes wide with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t mean to…” she whimpered, rubbing her round belly. The fabric of her tiny cheer shorts was damp between her thighs.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I cooed, gently guiding her to the edge of the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

She nodded, biting her plump lower lip as I peeled her shorts down, revealing the soaked diaper beneath. My fingers traced the swollen elastic around her hips, heat pooling between *my* legs as I took in the sight—the way the white padding clung to her wet pussy, the faint scent of baby powder mixed with something muskier.

I pushed the soggy diaper aside, spreading her thighs. Her pussy was slick, pink and swollen from pregnancy, a glistening mess between her plush lips. My thumb brushed over her clit, and she gasped, her hips jerking.

“You like that?” I murmured, circling slowly.

“Mmm, y-yes…” Her breath hitched as I pressed harder, her damp folds pulsing under my touch. “Fuck, please, don’t stop…”

I didn’t. I slid two fingers into her tight cunt, reveling in the way she clenched around me, her walls fluttering as I curled them just right. Her back arched, tits straining against her sports bra, and I leaned down to suck one stiff nipple through the fabric.

“Oh my *god*,” she whined, grinding down on my hand. “I—I’m gonna—”

I quickened my pace, fucking her deep as my tongue traced wet circles over her tits. She came with a sharp cry, her pussy gushing around my fingers, her thighs clamping tight.

Panting, I pulled back, licking her juices off my fingers as she lay there, dazed. Then I reached for the fresh diaper beside us. “Now, let’s get you all nice and dry…”

Lily’s eyes darkened with lust as I lifted her hips, sliding the thick pad beneath her ass. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I leaned in, kissing down her stomach, then lower—until my tongue dragged through her sticky folds again.

“M-more?” she whimpered.

I grinned against her pussy. “More.”

And with that, I buried my face between her legs, licking and sucking until she was dripping all over again—right into her brand-new diaper.