Afternoon at the Mall
by: Terra
Together, a woman in a black leather coat and dress walked in
to the mall with a girl wearing a pink tank-top and blue-jeans.
The girl’s jeans were secured with a belt that locked at the
front. Because the waist of the jeans sat over the girl’s curved
hips and the belt was locked on, there was no way for the girl to
remove her pants. In addition to this, a bulge could clearly be
seen under the tight jeans that was caused by the thick diaper the
girl was wearing underneath. The woman in black lead her girl into
the mall and through the food-court. Most people went on their
way, but a few noticed the prominent bulge between the girl’s
legs and giggled. The woman sat the girl down at a table and
bought some food and drinks for both of them. The girl sat
demurely in her chair, uncomfortably aware of the padding between
her and her jeans and the fact that many people knew of her state.
The woman in black came back tot he table with lunch, and they
ate together. The woman had bought three large drinks, one for
herself and two for her slave-girl. “Drink it all,” she
ordered the girl. When the food was done, the girl had only
finished one of the sodas she had been given. The woman waited
impatiently as her girl started drinking the second large soda. It
took her several minutes to finish everything she had to drink,
but she did finish it obediently. Her bladder was already starting
to feel full, but she didn’t say anything. “Okay, let’s
go,” the woman said, and led the girl off deeper into the
crowded mall. They window shopped mostly, and occasionally went
into a store for a little while.
After an hour walking around, the girl was ready to burst. She
tugged on the sleeve of the woman in black and said, “Mommy, I
need to pee.” The girl danced back and forth uncomfortably from
foot to foot, trying to help with the pressure inside her.
“I’m sorry,” the woman in black replied, “but I’m
afraid I didn’t bring the key with me. You’ll just have to
wait or use your diaper.” The woman said everything just loud
enough to make sure people nearby heard. A few chuckles and looks
came the girl’s way, but she was too distracted by her own
discomfort. The girl protested that she couldn’t wait, to which
the woman replied, “then you really have no choice in the
matter, do you?” That realization overtook the girl, and her lip
trembled. The girl closed her eyes, and tried to shut out her
surroundings. Very slowly at first, then faster as it got going,
the girl peed her diaper. By the end she had flooded her
disposable so thoroughly that it hung heavily on the inside of her
jeans. The sagging bulge was even more noticeable than before. The
wiped her eyes of embarrassed tears and followed the woman in
black as they continued through the mall. She couldn’t ignore
all the looks and whispers that were directed toward her, and her
face stayed red the entire time.
The woman in black stopped several times at vending machines
around the mall, and gave the girl even more to drink each time
while she nursed a single drink the whole time. “There’s no
reason to be embarrassed honey,” the woman in black would remind
her, “you have no choice of where to go after all.” This
proved to be true again before long. The woman in black stopped at
a bench in the middle of the mall to sit, and ordered the girl to
stand next to her. While she stood there, the girl let another
flood out into her diaper. Though the pressure release felt good
for her, the girl was mortified by what happened. The diaper had
reached capacity and began to leak. A dark wet mark spread down
the inside of both the legs of her jeans from the edge of the
diaper-crotch. Everyone around now couldn’t help but know what
she had done. “Sit down,” the woman ordered. The girl tried to
refuse, but the woman grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her
down on the wooden bench. Her diaper was squished down, and all
the extra wetness inside was squeezed out. Her entire butt and
legs became soaked visibly. “Okay, time to head home,” the
woman said. “But don’t get too hopeful. You were a bad girl
and didn’t sit down when I told you too, so I don’t think that
diaper will be coming off tonight dear.”
The girl barely even noticed all the laughs she received on the
way out of the mall and through the parking lot, she was too
ashamed already. When they got home together, the woman in black
took the girl’s soaked jeans off of her and slipped a vibrator
inside the filled diaper. Then she slipped the locking belt
through belt-loops built into the waist of the diaper itself and
locked it in place. With the diaper now not removable, the woman
switched the control for the vibrator on. With her slave squirming
and moaning and rubbing her fixed-on diaper, the woman in black
left the room for the night. The girl did not sleep that night,
nor did she regret anything that happened at the mall.