End of the day in a court of law

"As you can see, honorable gentlewomen of the jury, my client could impossibly have committed a **** during the allotted time-frame, her alibi simply prohibits this possibility," a well-dressed woman soliloquyed towards a group of twelve serious ladies sitting on the benches that overlooked the arguments concerning the severe crime that the proceeding was about. The client she was speaking for sat silently behind everyone, ready to cry at the merest hint of the jury not believing her testimony.

"That alibi I'm concerned about, I would invite the honorable court to consider the veracity of the defendant's alibi," the lawyer representing the plaintiff spoke up when given that right by the judge. Her pants-suit didn't wrinkle in the slightest as she moved across the open floor, pointing out the several inconsistencies with the defendant's story. The result of this was a stiff series of expressions brought forth by the defendant.

It was unfortunate for the case however that it had started rather late and, soon enough, the bell rang which marked the end of the day. The ruling was put on hold until the next day. The judge and the two present attorneys hardly even waited to see that the guards did their jobs in escorting the women they were representing. All three of the official ladies instead ran, right next to each other, towards where their husbands were going to pick them up.

Already a few steps away from the door that lead to where their husbands were waiting, the floor got painted in snail trails, waterfalls of wetness that flowed from their excited pussies stained both their expensive professional clothes and the floor beneath them. Once inside the room, the same room as their husbands, they couldn't even stand up anymore, the excitement stemming from the potential intercourse **** all three of them to their hands and knees. Their limbs were shaky and their balance hardly even enough to stop them from falling even in a crawling position.

Their husbands eventually found walked towards them, whereupon they were picked up and brought to where they could be dressed for their home lives. The judge had a hippie with long hair, tie dyed clothes and a persistent smile on his face. The defending lawyer had a lot of impressive features, but would be best described as a silver fox, plain and simple. The lawyer presenting the plaintiff had a husband that was more on the athletic side, his musculature plainly visible form his lack of adipose as well as the exercise clothes he always wore, string tank top and loose shorts.

To stop the three ladies from drooling, each of them had a pacifier stuffed into their mouths before long, something which was swiftly followed by each of them being given the shirts their husband was wearing the day before. These two actions yielded three women with legal professions, two of them currently on opposite debate sides, laying unmoving like putty in the strong and broad hands of their husbands. The women's eyes were completely white as their pupils stared up in their sockets. Their clothes were soon enough removed from their bodies, with their crotches still gushing forth their excitement like waterfalls, the silver fox husband remarking in response, "I guess today's another laundry day."

The women didn't hear what the men were saying, their minds were far too preoccupied with imagining every single position which their bodies could intertwine with their husbands. So they didn't realize what was going on around them, their husbands soon enough dressing them in gaudy princess dresses and stopping their continuous flow of desire with expansive and childish looking diapers.

The three women were all put in prams and their husbands elatedly conversed as they walked through the underground park that stood betwixt their houses and the courtroom. There was hardly a thought capable of anything inside of the minds of the three women as they were pushed forth side by side, only dreams of sex took place behind their eyes, yielding heavy use of the diaper stuck between their legs.

That absorbent garment wouldn't be used for waste, for it was perhaps the one thing that turned the three ladies on most of all, that their husbands were in complete control in regards to sex, even if the result was only one lay every month. Either way, none of them wanted their husbands to get in the mood only for them to be met by human waste. So, the diapers were exclusively used for the desire that spewed from their womanly parts, that expulsion continuous as their brain took a hiatus during their time at home until the next day in court.