With Friends Like These – Part Three

"Aww, look at how adorable these are! Wouldn't they go just perfectly with that sweater? Yeah? Oh, but they're probably not on sale…"

To say I'm uncomfortable right now would be the understatement of the year. Priya and Ellen may be yammering about the new collections and seasonal sales around us, but I'm terrified – afire with anxiety and shame and fear lest someone take notice of me and my… situation.

Sure, I'm used to having the most unholy sorts of thoughts in public. I can't count the number of times I've seen in the metro's handrails perfect places for me to be cuffed. Or pictured myself naked and bound and writhing in squealing humiliation as Alex flogged me into submission…

But this time is completely different. No reddening ass here – only a bulky, crinkling one, barely concealed by the folds of my skirt. No bondage save the tight plastic tape around my waist, sealing me into this abominable humiliation of a diaper. And no Alex…

Well, not exactly. But he's here in a sense: present in the insistent little pulse deep within me, steady as a heartbeat and light as a whisper. He's still reminding me that I'm his, and that he loves me, and that I have given him complete control over what I'm going to feel down there.

Though he can't possibly have known what freakish addition Ellen and Priya were going to add, could he?

To make matters worse, thanks to my own submissive idiocy I've already made things tougher on myself. See, Priya and Ellen were joking about me not being allowed to use the toilet. Yeah. I thought it was a joke at first, too – or at least, that's what I tried to tell myself. But I'd already had to go rather badly when we arrived, and once the shock and humiliation of them forcing me into this diaper was over and I'd regained my senses in the open air of the mall, I found the pressure in my bladder growing more and more insistent…

And that was even before lunch: when, like the absolute idiot I am, I'd ordered my usual extra-large iced tea.

I can scarcely stand still right now, aching as I am with the pent-up need to release. I've laughed before about little kids doing the potty dance, sure. But now it's me who's virtually dancing in place, and I realize with a renewed blush that today I'm the little kid. I'm the toddler who drank too much juice and is now about to make a great big accident in her pants, right in front of everyone…

Seems I've been introduced to a whole new dimension of humiliation. Or at least, I might be, if I can't manage to keep it together. Maybe I can hang on just a little bit longer…?

Turns out I can't.

By the time we're preparing to head back to the car with our purchases, I've already been forced to compromise. I don't need to empty my bladder entirely, I've realized. I simply need to let a little bit dribble out… like the pressure relief on a radiator. Sure, it's disgusting when I finally force a bit out and feel that wet heat and dribble between my legs. But there's nothing for it. It's either that or let everything go – and god, I don't want to even think about how humiliating that would be…

Or do I?

"Hey, Shanz, you doing okay? Looking kinda spaced out over there, girl…" Priya is smiling as brightly and innocently as if nothing is amiss. And well, I suppose there's nothing for me to do but play along. "Oh, no – I'm fine!" I falter. "Just… fine…"

***

Two hours later, I'm not fine. Not at all.

"Hey, girl – you sure you're okay back there?" Ellen pauses from her elated discussion of exactly how good the deals today were and leans back with a smirk on her face. "You've been awfully quiet lately. Aww, you don't need a change, do you?"

I bite my lip and shake my head in mute denial, though I'm practically shaking with urgency. This stupid diaper's already damp, and my bladder's screaming for another release, and I'm clamping my thighs together in the desperate hope that I'll be able to keep everything together until we're home. "Uh- it's- it's fine," I manage… but she's already reaching back and easily, casually flipping my skirt up.

"Oh, sweetie! Shannon, did you actually pee yourself?!" Priya casts a quick backward glance at Ellen's astonished words, then chuckles incredulously over my stuttering denials. "That's definitely wet, girl," she asserts, with a knowing glance at me in the rearview mirror. "Ellen may be surprised, but I'm not – not with as much tea as you drank. You know, I'd almost think you drank that iced tea on purpose, girl! Tell me: does it feel good to be so… wet?"

I begin to reply, but my world is suddenly shuddering with the most unexpected sensation. Because with virtually no warning, the vibrator within me pulses to life – and judging by the speed and intensity, Alex means business this time.

No- no, Alex, please! Any time but now. Fuck, I'm already struggling to keep it together…

Ellen chortles as I frantically begin to pull down my skirt. "Aww, can you hear that? Her hubby's teasing her again! Isn't that cute?!" But Priya, seemingly unamused, shakes her head and glares back at me with sudden severity. "Shanz, you keep that skirt up, you hear me? I want to see exactly what's going on down there." And now her frown is slipping into a dangerous smile. "After all, you clearly thrive on being controlled like a little slut. The least you can do is sit there like a good girl and let us watch the show."

Given the circumstances, I do. While the world around me pulses and spins and I focus my very existence on the struggle to keep my bladder – and arousal – in check.

"Fuck, take a look at how red she's getting!" "Did you hear that? That vibe's even louder now." "God, I really think she's gonna cream her pants!" "Pampers, you mean. Pissy little Pampers…" My friends' mocking comments and laughter swirl around me, and I'm losing it – fast. So utterly humiliating as this is, I can't help the great surge of arousal building within me, any more than I can help the swollen tide of urine that is on the verge of bursting forth…

"Please- please, I need to pee so bad!" I'm babbling now, bending forward, pleading with all the shameless abandon my submissive soul can muster. "Girls, it's not funny- I really have to-" "Then go," Priya declares, her dark eyes sparkling with mirth. "You're wearing a fucking diaper, girl. I put it on you myself. Just be a good girl and use your diaper – and I'm sure Alex will be happy to change you when you get home…"

Am I really that fucking submissive? Did my brain really just knuckle under at those words? I don't know, but it doesn't matter. All I know is that I've finally lost control, and my aching bladder is no longer cooperating. I'm sitting here in the back seat, whimpering softly, while the growing hiss of my own urine and the swelling warmth of the flood between my legs assures me that I am indeed pissing my pants.

Like a stupid baby. While being vibed. And laughed at. And locked into a giant diaper.

I'm not even sure when my accident ends and the first orgasm begins. I'm shivering, shuddering, begging plaintively for someone to stop… but of course it doesn't. For between my legs now is not a simple pair of cotton panties, but the disgustingly swollen bulk of my own soiled diaper. It's pressing tightly against my bare pussy, its wet warmth so revoltingly erotic and humiliating that even on its own I'd probably be getting dangerously horny. But when coupled with the vibrator on high… the knowledge that Alex is controlling me… and the burning humiliation of my friends' laughter… Well, there's literally nothing I can do to prevent the orgasm from ripping through me like lightning through a hapless tree.

"Aww, look, Priya! Look at our good little slut cumming in her pissy pants!" Ellen's taunts only increase my mortification, and I lean back in my seat, fingers clenching and grasping at the leather upholstery beneath me. The sensation alone makes me think of Alex – the unyielding strength of my leather cuffs – the smooth cut of his belt on my defenseless ass…

The second orgasm hits me, and I buckle: leaning further back with eyes screwed shut, spreading my thighs, hips rocking and grinding against the seat beneath. I'm panting, desperate for air and sweating with mingled relief and arousal. Fuck- fuck, this is so intense! Alex- Alleeexxxx…

"Quick, where's my phone?! I'm fucking recording this! Holy fuck, this is insane-" I hear those words and struggle to open my eyes, panicking at the idea that someone is literally about to record this: me, shamelessly and helplessly cumming in a diaper filled with her own piss. But as I struggle upright and catch sight of Ellen's merry face and upturned phone, the full weight of my situation sends me careening once more into total abandon. "Go on, show us all how fucking horny you are, honey," Ellen giggles… and I – stupid submissive that I am – end up obeying, whether I even mean to or not.

The third and fourth are stronger than before, and each leaves me slick with sweat and panting, begging, praying for respite. The diaper between my legs, more swollen than ever, seems to be cooling at last – and yet, somehow, it's even more humiliatingly erotic than before. It's as though the vibe's power is magnified by its thick bulk, and every pulse seems to echo and thrill my entire crotch like some kind of diabolical surround-sound for my pussy.

Alex isn't letting up – and neither are my friends. I'm writhing beneath their friendly jeers, enduring their gleeful taunts of "good girl" and "diaper slut" and "pathetic, sweet little thing." But then, amid my ragged gasps, I catch Ellen's mirthful words…

"Hey, Alex! Yeah, I couldn't resist. Here, I think there's someone here who wants to say hi…"

I blink back to reality and find myself staring into the outstretched screen of Ellen's phone: and on it, the pixelated but all-too recognizable face of my dear Alex. She's FaceTimed him… rung him up to watch me live. And now, my two friends are going to hear and see exactly how Alex and I play together…

His voice, when it comes, has all the grave cadence of a magic spell – and its effects on my pathetic self are just as magical. "Sweetie. Don't you dare fight this, you hear me? You know happens to girls who disobey."

And just like that, I'm gone. I'm spinning helplessly into my fifth orgasm, my brain afire with nothing but the most sordid and disgusting thoughts. Alex…my Master. He's forcing my face down into the dog dish of food he prepared for me. He's railing me from behind while I deepthroat my favorite dildo. He's listening to me babble and moan his name, begging and crying for him to please, please let me breathe… And now, a fresh scene added to the mix: me, waddling sheepishly through the door in nothing but a sagging diaper, pleading through tears for Master to please, please change my pissy Pampers…

"Ah- agaaa- awwwffff-  gaaah- gaaah, ppplleeeeeezzzeee–" From my mouth are emerging the most unholy of sounds. My hips are bucking, the squish and crinkle of the disgusting diaper beneath me sounding loudly over the hum of the engine. I'm spurting, dribbling, peeing and cumming and losing control simultaneously in almost every way I know. And all in front of not only my loving husband and Master, but before my two mirthful and stupefied friends.

When I finally come to, and I sit up, trembling, to blink shamefully over into Ellen's upheld phone, I see only two things. My ruined makeup, for one thing: a mess of snot and tears and sweat. And Alex's handsome face, wearing an expression of gratified amusement.

"Good girl," he says simply, and I shiver with quiet gratitude as the vibrator within finally switches into blissful inaction. "Now, baby. Don't forget to say thank you to your friends for taking care of you today. I'm sure they've done a great job keeping you in line… just like I told them to."

What?! No, this- this has to be a joke. They- they knew all along? Alex told them – which means…

The full magnitude of his revelation would only fully sink in much later – once I'd waddled sheepishly out the car and through the door to collapse into Alex's welcoming arms, and once he'd cleaned me up and cuddled me and reminded me that I was safe and dry and all was okay. That came later, though. In this moment, all I can do is stare, and whimper, and accept the horrifying fact that I will never again be able to face my friends the same way.

Though then again, as Alex would point out to me later… maybe having friends like these isn't such a bad thing. At least, not for a humiliation slut like me.