Amber lies face-down on the massage table, cheek turned to one side, arms resting loosely. She is wearing only a thick white d*aper and a bl*ck bra. The d*aper is bulky and high-cut, the padding swelling between her hips. The bl*ck bra straps cut clean lines across her shoulders. The room is warm and quiet except for the sounds of air conditioning and the soft rustle of padding when she shifts.

Nikki comes in carrying a bottle of lotion. She is dressed the same way as Amber — in a thick white d*aper and a pink bra. Her own d*aper is just as full and rounded, the back of it prominent as she walks. She sets the lotion down, stands at Amber’s side, and unhooks the bl*ck bra. Amber lifts just enough for Nikki to slide the straps off her arms and set the bra aside. Bare skin now, warm under the overhead light.

Nikki warms lotion in her palms and rubs it between them to warm it. She spreads it in slow, even strokes down the length of Amber’s back, working it into the muscle along the spine, then out across the shoulder blades. Her hands are unhurried. She follows the curve of Amber’s waist, skips the d*aper, and picks up again on the backs of her thighs, spreading lotion from the crease of the d*aper down to the knees and calves. Amber’s breathing deepens. The table creaks faintly when she sinks into it.

Nikki moves around the table as she works. Every time she changes position the camera catches the full, padded seat of her d*aper. She leans over Amber to work the far shoulder, one knee braced, the rounded underside of her d*aper on display. Then she walks to the foot of the table and massages up Amber’s legs again, thumbs pressing into the calves, palms gliding over lotion-slick skin.

She returns to Amber’s back, hands sliding in long, overlapping strokes from nape to the upper edge of the d*aper, then out along the arms to the wrists and back again. Amber’s skin shines where the lotion has been worked in. Nikki’s touch stays firm and rhythmic, more caress than clinical pressure, circling the shoulder blades, tracing the line of the spine, squeezing the upper arms. When she shifts to the other side once more, the viewer gets another clear look at her diapered butt as she bends and reaches — the thick padding swaying slightly with the motion, white and unmistakable against the pink bra and bare skin above it.

Amber stays still and loose on the table, eyes half-closed, the only movement the slow rise of her back and the occasional quiet crinkle from both diapers when Nikki leans or Amber adjusts her hips. Nikki keeps going, covering every reachable inch of skin, circling the table as needed, lotion gleaming on her hands and on Amber’s body, the two thick white diapers the only clothing left between them.

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