This story will make no sense without reading the previous chapters. If you didn't like the previous chapters you certainly won't like this new one as it continues with similar themes of scat and humiliation.
At the end of the previous chapter our hapless heroine found herself dressed in a diaper and some stickers, in Sylvia's car about to head to the beach.
Sylvia put her foot on the gas and we sped out of the parking lot.
I was terrified sitting in the car like this. If anyone I knew saw me I’d be ruined. How could I possibly explain this? A diaper? I was supposed to be a professional woman. This was beyond absurd.
The seat-belt diagonally dissected my pathetic excuse for breasts and the bright advertising stickers, the only thing preserving any modesty were really only highlighting the fact that I had no adult clothes on.
Sylvia seemed quite content to drive slowly and opened my window as we pulled up to the first traffic light. I folded my arms across my chest.
“I knew you were a deviant but shitting yourself again in public like that, even I didn’t think you were so depraved,” Sylvia remarked.
I tried to explain I didn’t mean for it to happen, that I had been begging her to let me use the toilet but none of the right words would come out. Despite the power she had over me she did seem genuinely surprised that things had gotten so far out of control but I still wondered if she given me something to loosen my bowels. I never had problems like this before and now it had happened twice in two days.
“You should see yourself, you’re absolutely pathetic. A grown woman, sitting here now in diapers because humiliating yourself gets you off, you really are a sick little puppy!”
“I swear I didn’t mean to dirty myself again. It was an accident.”
“I find that hard to believe but in any case, how do you explain having an orgasm in front of all those people. I don’t think any of them had ever seen so disgusting a spectacle in their whole lives.”
She was correct of course. But it wasn’t my fault I tried to reason but sitting here half naked in her car made it difficult to concentrate as we left the parking lot and onto the street. Surely this wasn't happening, this couldn't be real but looking down at my tiny nubs covered with stickers and more alarmingly my adult diaper nothing in my sickest dreams, I knew could have concocted such.
“They were rubbing those mops all over me, I couldn’t control myself…”
But I knew the words coming out my mouth seemed hollow and so ridiculous. There was no excuse for me getting turned on like I did and even at that moment sitting practically topless in a car with a diaper on I could sense myself getting all hot and bothered just thinking about the outrageous display I continued to make of myself. And then as I sat there mumbling my excuses a car pulled up beside us with country music blaring. It was a red pick-up truck and as I glanced over I immediately caught the eye of the driver.
I could hear him holler ‘holy shit’ to his passenger and began beeping the horn. He looked like some sort of redneck and clearly thought I was some young college chick riding around topless for a lark, but with my arms folded across he could see nothing. I quickly turned to Sylvia begging her to speed off. Of course she was having none of it as this presumably was just what she was hoping for.
“Flash them!” she ordered and called over to the other car, beeping our horn drawing even more attention on us.
I flat out refused.
She beeped our horn again and I could see an elderly couple on the sidewalk were now staring over at our car as well.
“Drop your arms or I kick your fat diapered ass out of the car right here, right now!” she ordered.
Once again she had me over barrel and I knew she wasn't bluffing. She'd really do it. Leave me on the sidewalk dressed like a baby. So, very reluctantly, I meekly complied and as I dropped my hands exposing my almost bare chest, I could see the look of anticipation growing on the onlookers from the other car. That anticipation quickly turned to consternation as the driver who was about to cheer instead broke out into a fit of laughter as he doubtlessly caught a glimpse of my non existent breasts and my adult diaper.
“What the fuck! What a freak! Where are your titties?” cried out the passenger and with the elderly couple looking on the driver screamed out “nothing to see here” and quickly sped off, hollering wildly.
“See, don’t worry, nobody really wants to see your tiny tits, they’re an embarrassment, much like you,” Sylvia pronounced proudly.
Of course Sylvia found this new turn highly amusing and we continued on towards the beach with my arms lowered with anyone who wanted to get a glimpse of my sticker-ed nipples free to do so. My nipples were erect underneath, stretching the confines of the sticker and glue creating a taut restricting feeling on my skin.
“Please Miss Sylvia, you can't expect me to go to the beach like this. I'll be arrested for sure.”
“Don't be so silly, you're lady bits if they can even be called that are well covered. In fact there will be a lot more women on the beach dressed far more revealing than you. I would even venture to say that with the giant diaper over that massive heiny of yours, you're probably going to be covered more than most,” Sylvia replied.
Technically she was correct but it wasn't every day a grown woman would walk along a beach dressed as I was.
“In any case, there's people waiting for me and I'm telling you you're going so that's the end of discussion!” she added definitively.
Of course she was right. In any case, I realized the opportunity for debate was long gone. I had long lost autonomy and this new trip was just further evidence proving it.
Five minutes later after a few more embarrassing traffic stops and freaked out onlookers, we were at the boardwalk and Miss Sylvia was beckoning me out of the car.
“Please, please don't make me go out there like this Miss Sylvia, please, I look like an idiot,” I begged.
