An 'Accident'

Shepard shifted under Samara's strong grip, offering a silent prayer for whatever cosmic **** that had brought them together. The Justicar offered her a smile as Shepard tilted her head to meet her gaze, all love and fondness. She smiled back, cradled in her lover's arms, a diaper swaddling her bottom.

She'd have half a thought to just luxuriate there, basking the love and safety only a thousand-year-old matriarch could provide. It was enough, wasn't it?

No. Shepard hadn't gotten to where she was, hadn't killed the goddamn Reapers, by settling for 'enough.' She was Commander Shepard, she got what she wanted, and she wanted more.

She leaned her head back, relaxing her body. The Extranet forums had been pretty clear on the best way to let go, and already she could feel her bladder loosening, first as a dribble, and then a stream, filling the space between her legs with a pleasant, soothing, warmth before being soaked up by her diaper.

She sighed contentedly, who knew wetting yourself could feel so good? Well, she did, but still.

"Shepard," Samara voice held a hint of incredulity. "Did you just wet yourself in my lap?"

"Nope," she said, schooling her face into a perfectly pleasant and not all convincing expression, her green eyes blinked innocently at the Asari Justicar.

"Well then," one of Samara's hands snuck down to cup the warm, swollen front of Shepard's diaper. "I suppose only the logical conclusion is that you had an accident, right?"

Shepard shrugged gamely. "I dunno."

Samara shakes her head disapprovingly, but Sheppard can see she's smiling. "What am I ever going to do with you, my little Spectre."

Sheppard smiled back mischievously. "Oh, I have a few ideas."