The Poser: Chapter 5

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“Mmmmm! Sho good!” said Fleur with a childish slur to her words as she inhaled her vanilla-chocolate swirl ice cream cone. Saying she was a messy eater would be an understatement as the frozen white and brown custard was smeared all over her mouth.

Deedee could only watch with genuine disgust, believing with all of her being that the little girl she was stuck sitting next to was wearing more of her dessert than she had eaten. However, despite how repulsed she was by Fleur’s eating habits, it was still far better than the alternative. She couldn’t stand to look at anyone else with the way she was dressed.

Worst of all was the harness that was strapped around Deedee’s torso. As an extra little bit of humiliation, Donna had placed a kiddy leash on her, which served the dual purpose of making sure she couldn’t run off, as well as stacking on the embarrassment. She really couldn’t catch a break.

“Awww, Deedee, you’ve barely touched your ice cream! Is everything okay?” asked Donna, who was well aware that her words weren’t helping the situation.

Deedee grimaced, “I-I’m just not hungry.” This was a lie. After starving herself leading up to her big stream to avoid any unnecessary bloating, she could’ve eaten a horse. The problem was that she was lactose intolerant and, try as she might, she was unsuccessful in convincing Donna to go to the frozen yogurt shop on the other side of the mall. As the cone melted in her hand, she contemplated dropping it on the ground, but also feared repercussions from Donna should she be perceived as misbehaving.

Watching through the security monitors, the people on stream were getting quite bored after nearly an hour of watching Deedee experience little to no humiliation other than the odd look or two.

PrincessJessica: Normies suck!

Rachel’s Secret: IKR?! I wouldve teased her into oblivion if I was there

BlushyBen: Yeah we can’t just keep teasing AllyBigBoomBoom all day

AllyBigBoomBoom: 😭😭😭😭😭

Matti1242: Maybe we should make Deedee eat her ice cream. She is lactose intolerant

Jassikins: I second the Ice Cream

Jassikins: Might as well make her pampers brown

Punisher: It’s still too early for that. But I like where your heads are at.

Punisher: I COMMAND you to have the uncontrollable desire to eat sweets.

As Deedee continued to stare at the ice cream cone, she felt an unexplainable urge to eat up the whole thing. It was as if her sweet tooth had kicked into overdrive. And mixed with her undeniable hunger, she just couldn’t resist anymore. Greedily, she began to lap up the delectable, creamy treat.

Donna could only sit back and chuckle at the pathetic excuse for an adult she was currently “babysitting.” From what she could tell, it was like this girl had another person in her head warring for control of her actions. On one hand, she kept insisting she didn’t want this, but then she’d go and do something outrageously childish and attention-seeking. Even now, she was at a loss for words on the messy eater that Deedee was devolving into with each lick.

Gripping the leash tightly, Donna got a small, devious idea. She waited for Deedee to go in for her next bite, pulling at the leash the moment she did. The result was Deedee getting an unwelcome ice cream facial. Her efforts forced Deedee to smear the ice cream across her mouth and along her cheek, causing the sadistic older woman to chuckle with malice.

Deedee felt like she could cry as the cold dessert chilled her cheek with shame. Begrudgingly, she continued eating without another word. The last thing she needed to do now was get upset and encourage Donna to do any further damage.

Sadly, avoiding more humiliation just wasn’t in the cards, as only a few bites later, Donna repeated her actions. Fed up with being made to wear her food, Deedee proceeded to devour the ice cream cone as quickly as she could, gobbling down every last bite. As her cheeks puffed up with dry, flaky cone and ice-cold cream, she soon came to regret her decision as she worked the overly large bite around in her mouth, “Ba…Bwainfweese!!!”

Donna and Fleur both couldn’t take it anymore, as they each burst out in hysterics at Deedee’s adorable reaction. “Hehehe, you not spose ta eat ice cweam that fast!” shouted Fleur at the top of her lungs for everyone to hear.

“Hey Fleur, could you hold the leash for me, please? I need to help your baby sister,” said Donna, handing off the guideline to her three-year-old daughter. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a small packet of wet wipes and got to work cleaning up Deedee’s face, all while Deedee glared at her. “I know rushing through tasks was a favorite pastime for you, but you gotta learn to eat slower, baby girl,” she taunted, more than happy to remind Deedee of the lopsided power dynamic that persisted between them.

Deedee scrunched up her face and continued to work the last of the ice cream around. She looked over at Fleur, who was beyond giddy to be given such power over someone so much bigger than her. The sad thing was, there really wasn’t anything she could do about it. She already tried to run from the mother-daughter duo, but the chat refused to let her escape. The best thing she could do now was to sit tight and wait for Donna to finish up.

Rachel’s Secret: I COMMAND you to spit.

AllySmolShorkBigBoomBoom: Uh ohs!

“PFFFFFF!” All at once, the contents of Deedee’s mouth were expelled directly into Donna’s face. She moved to cover her mouth, but the damage was done. Feeling a wealth of fear growing within her, she looked up at Donna, who was fuming.

With the wet wipes already in hand, Donna quickly mopped up the mess that Deedee had made. She then grabbed the diaper-clad girl by the wrist and pulled her across her lap.

Deedee tried to resist, but the awkwardness of the bulk between her thighs sent her toppling over onto Donna’s lap. Before she could even try to get up, Donna had a hand wrapped around her waist. She then held the remote up for Deedee to see and clicked the on-button, “Naughty, naughty girl! It’s time I taught you a lesson!”

Squirming on Donna’s lap, it was already far too late for Deedee and her soon-to-be reddened buttocks. The first hit came down hard, forcing a small moan to escape her lips. As much as she wanted to blame it on the chat that was no doubt watching her, she could tell how wet she was getting. “This better not awaken something,” contemplated Deedee in between hits.

The dildo that was vibrating relentlessly in Deedee’s diaper didn’t help the situation either, though it at least helped her compartmentalize her arousal. She was thankful it was at a low enough setting that she wasn’t at too high a risk of an all-out orgasm.

It was certainly quite the show, but as passersby began to gather around and watch, a few members of the chat started to grow a bit nervous.

Matti1242: Maybe we shouldn’t cause too big of a scene. If she gets kicked out the funs over

PrincessJessica: Yeah maybe we should be more discrete?

AllySmolShorkBigBoomBoom: Das wha I been sayin!!!!

Punisher: Relax, I’ve already gone ahead and paid off security, so there’s no reason to hold back.

Punisher: After all, she loves being the center of attention, so we might as well keep her there.

BlushyBen: So glad I paid extra to watch tonight!

Hiding her face in her arms, Deedee tried to imagine that she was somewhere, anywhere else. Unfortunately, each slap on her well-padded rear was a not-so-subtle reminder of her current predicament.

*PFFFFFFFT!*

As Donna's hand once again crashed down on Deedee’s backside, it was accompanied by a loud wet fart that drove the onlookers wild. The laughter was almost too much for Deedee to bear. Tears fell from her face as she began to openly weep in Donna’s lap.

Not completely heartless, Donna stopped spanking Deedee, turned off the vibrating dildo, and pulled her in for a big hug. “There, there, it’s okay, baby girl.”

Deedee latched on to Donna’s waist, in too fragile of a state to resist her need for genuine affections. And surprisingly, despite all of the suffering Donna had inflicted, her hug was still too warm and inviting to fight.

PrincessJessica: I COMMAND you to apologize and promise to be a good girl.

Flurp: Lol how sweet

PrincessJessica: Thought all the kinky stuff could use a tender moment.

“I-I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be good from now on,” said Deedee, who wasn’t certain why she was so apologetic. Nevertheless, it felt like the right thing to say.

“Good girl, I know you will. You know Mommy doesn’t like to spank you like that,” said Donna as she wiped away the last of the sticky cream and tears from Deedee’s face, “There we go, all better now. Now, what do we say?”

Grumbling and sniffling, Deedee waited for the crowd to start thinning out to respond, “Th-thank you.”

“Thank you, what?” asked Donna, her tone much more serious.

Shaking, Deedee knew she had no choice but to grovel to her former boss and hope she wouldn’t kick start the vibrator again, “...thank you, Mommy.”

“Much better, sweetie,” said Donna, tickling Deedee under her chin. She then placed a hand on the front of the girl’s diaper, knowing fully well that it was still wet from all of her squirting orgasms, “Still not damp enough for a change just yet. Ooh! Here’s an idea! With all that energy you have, why don’t you ask your big sister to take you over to the mall’s playground?”

Deedee glanced over to the indoor play area that was only a short walk from where they were sitting. The place was packed with kids and parents, who probably wouldn’t be happy to see an adult woman wearing diapers in a playpen with their kids. “I-I don’t think that’s such a-”

“Ooooh! That looks so fun! Les go, Deedee!” shouted Fleur as she bolted off towards the play area with the leash in her hand.

Feeling the tug of the harness across her torso, Deedee knew she needed to play along or risk invoking Donna’s wrath. Scowling, she allowed herself to be guided into the mall’s playpen.

Unbeknownst to everyone, including the chat, Punisher had been busy at work and was ready to ensnare Deedee in their latest scheme. With a few simple keystrokes, they managed to hack into the settings on the wonderful toy in Deedee’s diaper, changing the settings from button activated to noise activated, “Have fun, widdwe Deedee.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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