Hangover Chapter 7 (new content)

This is a brand new chapter, not seen on previous iterations of the story.

Chapter Seven

Amber didn’t know what had gone into her bottom, but she knew immediately that it couldn’t be good. As Sam secured the tapes on her nappy, Amber once again pondered whether she should have just gone home before it all got this far. However, she was committed now. Backing out at this point was unthinkable.

‘Right,’ said Sam,’ your clothes are probably done in the washing machine. Let’s go and get them dry.’

Amber got up and followed her to the kitchen, excited about the prospect of actually getting her clothes back at some point.

‘Get them out then,’ said Sam.

Amber did so without complaining knowing that she was giving Danny a perfect view of her padded behind. She did, however, take umbrage when Danny reached out and gave her nappy a squeeze.

‘What the hell do you think you’re doing, you little shit?’ she shouted.

‘Oh dear,’ he replied, ‘the big baby used grown up words. That’s not allowed, is it Sam?’

‘No, it’s not,’ said Sam, delivering a couple of slaps to the back of Amber’s thighs for emphasis. ‘I think you’ve forgotten your place Amber, which surprises me given all I’ve done to make your position clear this morning.’

With that, Sam reached under the sink and took out a fresh bar of soap.

‘Guess where this is going?’ she asked.

‘No way… You can’t mean that,’ said Amber.

‘Open wide,’ beamed Danny.

‘Sam, I don’t want to. I really don’t want to,’ said Amber.

‘Well, it’s up to you. If you want to go home, you’re welcome to do so. You might get a few funny looks though.’

Defeated, Amber asked, ‘What do I have to do?’

‘Hold it in your mouth for… oh, shall we say ten minutes? But if you drop it, it goes back in and the time starts again.’

Reluctantly, Amber opened her mouth, much to Danny’s amusement. The soap was pushed in, and Amber had to fight her immediate reaction to spit it straight back out. It was even worse than she had imagined. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably closer to thirty seconds, Amber realised that the soap was getting slick with her saliva, meaning that she had to bite into it to stop it from dropping out of her mouth, which seemed to intensify the taste tenfold. She also found, to her own disgust, that she was unable to keep herself from dribbling soapy suds down her chest, something which Danny gleefully pointed out to her. Daisy attempted to clean her off with a piece of kitchen roll, but Sam told her not to bother.

While Amber was suffering through her very apparent humiliations, she gradually became aware of another. A deeply uncomfortable feeling in her tummy helped her figure out the nature of what Sam had put in her bottom. As time went on, she became increasingly aware of the prospect of soiling herself in the most hideous way, and was even more distraught when she remembered Sam’s warning that if she needed her nappy changed again, Danny would be the one to do it.

After what felt like an age, Sam came and removed the soap from Amber’s mouth. Daisy approached her afterwards, offering a glass of water.

‘Thanks,’ said Amber, ‘I’m surprised it’s not a baby bottle, to be honest.’

‘If we had one, it would be. Consider yourself lucky,’ said Sam.

‘Yeah, right. Lucky,’ though Amber.

‘Right, pick up the clothes, we need to hang them out to dry,’ said Sam.

‘Surely you’re not expecting me to go outside like this?’ said Amber