Just the diaper

Halley was in here by herself the next few days, so who needed clothes at all? It was warm enough, so why even bother. It wasn't like Halley had much self respect left to defend right now. Not that she had a nudist streak, either, normally; but something right now just left her ready to throw everything to the wind. Might as well, at least as long as she was unobserved.

Stripping everything off besides the diaper, Halley was left feeling more infantile than ever. Looking at herself in the mirror, even her small breasts didn't seem to do anything to remove the toddler-ish sensation. Maybe the only thing to do was embrace it; spend the next three days crawling around going 'goo gah'. Go 'full retard', so to speak. Halley very much doubted that was what her training officer had in mind, but she felt almost sufficiently close to the edge of insanity to consider anything right now.

Then again, the fresh air did feel kind of interesting on her skin, as well. Different from getting dressed or showered; strangely simulating somehow, the longer she stayed like this. Surely that didn't have anything to do with the diaper, though there was a particular contrast to be considered, in relation to its soft, bulky encapsulation of her nethers. Quite the comparison, in fact. The soft pillow-like compression was kind of stimulating too, in a completely different way - like ying-and-yang. You didn't notice in a space-suit, because all of that was soft restrictive bulk, but now, when the diaper was nothing but, and everything else was silky-nothing. It was a very strange sensation.

To distract herself, Halley got into bed and turned on the TV, but even the touch of the blankets was a provocation. She wriggled, and the softness of the diaper rubbed against her. Halley arched her back slightly. It was hard to believe she could actually be getting turned on right now. By what, exactly? Her most distasteful experience so far? Anyway, it wasn't like she had much access to do anything about it, even if she was. That'd be one way to pass some time, in fact, if it came to that, but there didn't seem much hope of getting herself off through an inch of diaper padding, whatever the stimulation. The TV didn't seem to offer any respite, however. Halley's body wanted to do something to relieve this tension. Even if she did crawl around the room and wave her legs in the air, at least it would be something. That, or grind against her heel for twenty minutes, and see what became of that.