When Dahlia finally came to, she felt something warm. Yes, the warm chicken tenders that were right in front of her, but her diaper was warm as well! Her cheeks burned red as she remembered what she had so shamelessly done both in public and on the poor woman’s lap! She didn’t know whether or not Francine was mad so she didn’t say anything (her red cheeks did most of the speaking for her) as she took a bite. All the while, Francine stared at her with a loving expression, waiting for the girl to take a sip of her spiked apple juice.
Francine sighed happily and kissed her cheek one last time before carrying her back to her seat and placing her down, squishing her in the nice, warm, soggy material. She then sat back down in her chair. It was just in time too, because the waitress returned with their drinks and food. Francine, while the girl was busy just revelling in the affection and her eyes were shut, placed a little bit of the laxative powder in her drink. Not too much, but just a tad bit.