The Poser: Chapter 7

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“Ugh! Fleur! Pull harder!” shouted Deedee, her voice reverberating throughout the unforgiving tube slide. She squirmed back and forth, trying to wiggle her butt through the small opening with no success. Worst of all, after being stuck in the tube for several minutes with the walls pushing in on her pelvis, her need to pee was growing strong. If she didn’t hurry, she was going to wet herself in the middle of the mall’s playpen.

Using all the strength that a three-year-old could muster, Fleur pulled against the child’s leash that was wrapped around Deedee’s torso. “I’m twying!” she yelled, leaning into the leash a bit more to gain some extra leverage.

The increased pulling from Fleur caused an uncomfortable strain on Deedee’s upper body. Deedee groaned in pain, biting her tongue to keep from screaming. If she wanted to get out of this, she needed Fleur on her side. Still, eventually, the pain became too much. “F-Fleur! Stop pulling!”

Instantly, Fleur let go of the leash and stabilized herself in the tube slide, placing her hands and feet on the curved plastic. “Whas wong?” she asked earnestly. Despite being an unwitting torturer throughout this whole experience, it was clear that she really was concerned about Deedee’s well-being.

“I feel like the harness is gonna cut me in half! We need to try something else!” said Deedee, “Try climbing up here and seeing if you can pull me through.

Slowly, but surely, Fleur spiderman’ed her way up the slide, eventually reaching Deedee’s head. “Okie, now what?” she asked,

Using her head, Deedee gestured to her side, “Climb up and try to see if you can pull my dress through or something.” She cringed as she said this, knowing that while pulling the skirt of her babydoll dress through would help create some space, it would also further expose her diapered butt sticking out of the top of the tube.

Following Deedee’s directions, Fleur scaled up the side of the slide, reaching the point where Deedee’s diaper and pelvis met the hard plastic of the tube. She grabbed onto the fabric of the dress and started to pull with all the muscle she had left. After all the pulling and climbing, she was starting to feel exhausted. Pushing her forward was the idea of abandoning her Lil’ Sis for a second time today. Surely, she knew her mommy would not be happy if that happened again.

Unfortunately, as Fleur widened her step to get a better grip on the dress, one of her feet slipped and sent her tumbling down the tube slide. She tried to grab onto the dangling leash, but her poor, tired hands couldn’t get a strong enough grip. Unable to gain enough traction to stop, she was spit out of the bottom end of the slide and sent hurling into the ball pit.

“No!” screamed Deedee, frustrated that her only means of escape fell out of the slide entirely. Now all alone, she could do nothing more than struggle for her own freedom with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Unbeknownst to Deedee, though, was the fact that she wouldn’t be alone for very long.

Outside of the slide, a small line had begun to grow full of impatient, angsty children. The six-year-old boy at the front of the line standing on the slide’s raised platform had grown tired of tapping his foot to illustrate displeasure. He bapped his hand on the rear of Deedee’s diaper that was sticking out of the slide, “Move it, lady! You’re taking too long!”

In response to this, Deedee shrieked out a shrill “EEEEEP!”, unprepared to have a hand thumping the base of her nappy. Her legs flailed as she tried to force whoever was touching her away, shouting, “Get away from me!”

However, the boy, soon joined by several other hands, refused to let up. Deedee’s wild legs were seized by a set of disgruntled children who just wanted to slide into the ball pit and could care less why an adult woman had jammed herself in the tube.

Subsequently, the wealth of hands grabbing onto Deedee’s legs had begun to shove her hairless, fairly sensitive legs like a battering ram, tickling her to no end. Unwilling giggling ensued, “Hahaha, nO! S-Stop it! Ahahaha!”

*hsssssssss*

All of a sudden, the padding the kids were pushing against started to grow warm and more malleable than it was before. “Ewwwww! She’s peeing!” shouted the boy, which quickly led to all of the hands backing off.

Inside the tube, Deedee was thanking her lucky stars that no one could see her face, which was a deep shade of crimson. She couldn’t believe it, she was wetting herself in a diaper, in front of a group of kids, in the middle of the mall while stuck in a slide. She’d experienced humiliation before. This was on an entirely different level.

The kids stood in a semicircle, watching the burnt yellow color slowly spread across the seat of Deedee’s diaper, none of them sure how to succeed. Finally, it was the boy who decided the slide was worth it, “We gotta keep pushing! Her pee is in her diaper, so it’s okay!” Burying how grossed out they were, the kids all nodded their heads and resumed pushing.

With Deedee’s diaper much squishier than it was before, its less solidified form was much easier to move. Inch by inch, Deedee became more and more dislodged until, finally, with one final push, the kids squeezed Deedee’s pampers through the opening of the slide and sent her falling face-first into the ball pit below. Landing on top of her only mere seconds later were several of the children, many of whom fell into the tube after shoving Deedee through.

Standing by the side of the ball pit, Fleur watched the kids who came down the slide with her Lil’ Sis pop up, but not Deedee herself. Seconds soon turned to minutes and the young girl began to grow nervous. She jumped in the ball pit and began searching the area, trying to find any signs of Deedee, “Lil’ Sis!! Where are you?!”

Donna soon entered the playpen, confused as to where Deedee had gone. Assuming there was no way she could still be under the balls, she figured that Deedee must’ve snuck out while Fleur was frantically searching.

Stepping into the ball pit, Donna scooped up her daughter and walked her to the sidelines kicking and screaming. “No no no! I gotta find her!” said Fleur, her eyes watering, “I didn’t mean to lose her again, mommy!”

“Baby girl, it’s okay,” said Donna, kneeling down in front of Fleur, “That pesky little sister of yours probably wandered off and got herself lost. Let’s head over to security and put out a call for her.”

Sniffling, Fleur nodded her head, “Okie, mommy.” Taking Donna’s hand, she exited the playpen, hoping to find her Lil’ Sis as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, hiding deep beneath the surface of the plastic balls with her back to the wall of the pool was Deedee, who patiently waited for her time to move. She figured they’d get nervous and wander off, so she decided to keep low and not make a move until they were for sure gone.

Popping her head up, Deedee saw that the coast was clear. She quickly climbed out of the ball pit and ran as fast as she could out of the playpen, happy to be away from Donna.

However, there were several others who did not share her happiness for the way things were developing.

Punisher: You should all be unmuted now.

Rachel’s Secret: HOW DARE YOU?!?!?!

KingCrazy: 🤬🤬🤬

BlushyBen: Why didn’t you let us make her stand up!! We had a good thing going with Donna!

Matti1242: Yeah this bites

Punisher: Because there’s a new caretaker for Deedee who has just made their way into the mall. I ask for your patience.

Flurp: Bullshit! You tell us we’re in charge but never follow through!

*FLURP HAS BEEN MUTED*

Punisher: Anyone else?

Punisher: …

Punisher: I didn’t think so.

The mall wasn’t at peak business currently, but there were still enough people around that Deedee didn’t want to be seen wearing a ridiculously bulky diaper, much less be in view of a camera if she could help it. Fortunately, she knew there was one place that no camera could ever be. The bathroom!

Bolting through the food court and over to the restrooms, Deedee chose one of the open single-use family stalls and locked the door behind her. She then slumped over to the toilet and sat down, catching her breath.

For the first time since she had started her stream, Deedee had a moment of privacy, something she’d taken for granted until today. Despite the stale diaper smell, the room was the perfect place to hide. She had no idea if any security cameras caught her running in here, but if she could stay out of sight for a few hours, maybe everyone would just get bored and sign off the stream.

*KNOCK KNOCK!*

Deedee’s heart suddenly bounced. She knew there were other restrooms open. Whoever this was must’ve seen her diapers and come to check on her. Or worse, it was Donna and Fleur who had found her somehow. However, a voice soon came through that she didn’t recognize.

“Hello, um…I-I know what’s happening to you!” the obviously male voice suddenly blurted out, “Punisher, the chat, all of it.”

Shocked, yet skeptical, Deedee didn’t dare unlock the door, wanting nothing more than to be left alone, especially if this person was in any way connected to that Punisher bastard. She responded, “Look, I don’t know how you know, but could you please just go away. This is HANDS DOWN the worst day of my life and I don’t feel like putting on a meet and greet right now.”

“B-But I can help you! I know you want to be out from under Punisher’s thumb. I also know you're currently wearing a soaked diaper,” said the voice.

Deedee paused for a moment. She didn’t want to let some diaper creep in with her. What if he was some stalker, or was here to make this situation even worse for her?

Still, if whoever this dude was had even the slightest bit of information on how to get out of this, it might be worth the risk. Staring down the door, Deedee inhaled deeply through her nose.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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