Yoga together

Cerise and I set off to do some yoga. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the right clothes, so we popped into a sports shop. But, of course, there were only women’s items. There, I was able to buy a pair of tight-fitting leggings; the fabric felt lovely, and I felt good with the gentle pressure of the fabric against my skin. For the top, I chose a tank top in the most masculine style I could find. Meanwhile, Cerise bought two leotards – one for her and one for me – and smiled at me with a mischievous look, letting me know she had something in mind…

We then arrived at the class. There was only one changing room, so I had to get changed with the other women. Cerise undressed me and made me put on the clothes I bought. The leggings hugged my figure perfectly and covered my diaper delicately. After that, Cerise asked me if I still had the cookies I’d picked up in the canteen, and when I said yes, we shared them.

The class began and, naturally, I was surrounded by women, all wearing tight-fitting sportswear that hugged their perfect bodies, their hair often tied back in a ponytail. I wasn’t as flexible as they were, but I could see that all the poses took account of the bulky nappies. On several occasions, I could tell that some of the women were having a wee or a poo in their nappies, as they would freeze for a few moments during the poses, which meant it went fairly unnoticed. What’s more, the classroom was filled with noise – the squeaking of diapers rubbing against each other in all directions.

The teacher, seeing that I was struggling a bit, came over to me and helped me with the poses. She held my legs or arms, applying gentle pressure to help me relax. She was a beautiful brunette with a large pair of breasts, held in place by her leotard. Underneath, I could see she must have wet and pooped her diaper several times, as it was thick and heavy, and I was so tempted to give it a good squeeze... At one point, she even wrapped her arms round me to hold me in a certain position, and I could feel her breath against me, her skin against mine, and I went hard instantly.

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She did indeed notice that the front of my diaper was straining against my hard penis, and began to rub it. As she continued to deliver her lesson and give instructions, she caressed my body sensually, touching my muscles on the pretext of stretching them. She was so close, I could feel her breath on my neck, and as I stood upright with my arms outstretched, with her behind me holding my arms, I turned my head and bit her lips... She laughed softly, and then guided us into the upside-down dog position: as I lay down and stretched my upper body upwards, she stood in front of me to hold my head. Her diaper was exactly at the right height, and I bit it tenderly.

[To be continued - I'll update soon]