Birthday Surprises - Commission

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No, of course I shouldn't have worn it! It's my own freaking birthday, after all, and that means I get to do what I want. What kind of surprise was that, anyway?

Josh is quite a guy, I gotta admit. He's so large and strong, and with that bushy red beard of his I like to tease him that he looks every bit of forty. Not that it matters, of course. It's just that people tend to stare when they see us together. "You don't look a day over eighteen, Alesha," they tell me - and god knows I wish I really was. I suppose it's all because of how short I am. And I guess these cute braids don't help, either. But hey! I think I absolutely rock the look, even if I am turning - ugh - twenty-four today...

But, yeah. I wish Josh hadn't been so weird about that surprise stuff this morning.

"Hey, babe, I brought you a little surprise you might want to try," he had rumbled, those lovely blue eyes of his twinkling down at me. "Out in the trunk. It's - you know - something just a little thicker than your usual..." Oh, hell no. I knew about his little secret, sure. I'd even played along once, letting him wrap one of those big thick crinkling things around me in the security of his locked bedroom. I'd grudgingly let him have his fun by seeing me in a silly diaper, and he'd returned the favor by tickling my own fancy and telling me what a dirty little whore I was while he rode me from behind. Oh, yeah, now that was a good time...

But this, on the other hand, had been out of the question. There was no way in hell I was going to wear a freaking diaper out shopping with him - and on my birthday, too! No way. Everyone would have seen it under my shorts, for god's sake - my battered and beloved lavender Nike Tempos - and I'd never have been able to show my face in town ever again. God, can you even imagine?

So here I am now, chilling in Dick's Sporting Goods, loving every moment in this ice-cold air conditioning. Forty percent off? Tell me more. OMG, is that another pair of Tempos? In pink? They would look so awesome on me! I bet Josh will think so too... "Josh?"

And then he's beside me, his hand slipping down discreetly to cup my ass as he loves to do. "'Sup, babe?" I'm explaining how cute the pink shorts are, how good a sale it is, but he's clearly not listening. "Baby, I just don't think they're fit for a dirty little girl like you," he murmurs, his deep voice dropping even lower as he bends down to whisper in my ear. "How in the world will those silly shorts ever fit over your diaper, hmm?"

Jeez, he's doing that bit again? "Josh, stop it!" I hiss, casting a quick glance around the women's department. Thank god no one was nearby to hear that! "You know I don't wear a, you know-" But his beard is tickling my ear as he chuckles knowingly. "Oh? I've seen differently, you dirty little baby girl. You like being nothing but a dirty diapered slut for me, don't you? And what better time than your birthday to remind you - when you're whining and begging for new clothes that clearly aren't suitable for you?"

I open my mouth to protest, but before I can even begin I feel a stinging swat to my behind. "Ouch!" I shout-whisper, turning to glare up at him. "What the he-" Josh's eyes are smoldering down at me now, and I feel myself begin to melt even amid my indignation. How does he know so well exactly which of my buttons to press? "Don't you know what birthday spankings are, baby? Besides, my dirty little girl wouldn't have felt that one bit if she'd actually been wearing what she's supposed to..."

Shorts forgotten, I spin and glare up at him, mustering all the indignation I can. "Josh, not now! I'm not in the mood-" Oh, but I am," he chuckles - and then he's tugging me toward the rear of the store and the restrooms there... Wait, does he actually want to have sex in the bathroom here? Now that's dirty... 

Oh, god. If only it was that innocent.

It's a family restroom, and it doesn't take long for him to get to work. As he takes a seat on the closed commode and bends my petite frame easily over his knee, I'm struggling silently, trying desperately not to embarrass myself by making any noise that can be heard from outside."I know you love being my dirty little girl," Josh is whispering in my ear as he rains a flurry of quiet smacks onto my bare ass - and oh, how I wish I could deny it. But even now I'm growing embarrassingly wet between my thighs, and no matter how I deny it, I'm sure he can tell otherwise...

Why, oh why did I ever tell him I loved being his dirty little whore?

But then, just when I'm expecting him to let me up, he reaches for my purse and plucks out something I've never seen before. "Hold still, baby," he orders, and I feel that strange little bottle slipping between my cheeks, into my crack- Oh, no, not there! "Just a fun little experiment," he soothes, even as I feel something strangely cool and watery flowing into my ass. "Josh, please!' I wail in my loudest whisper. "I don't think-" But then it's over and he's letting me up, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Now, let's see what happens," he murmurs, eyeing my naked crotch in amusement even as I hastily begin pulling my panties back up. "You've gotten your birthday spanking now, baby. And the extra little treat?" He chuckles quietly. "That's just a little Fleet enema - all because you didn't want to wear your diaper this morning." I'm beet-red with indignation as I try to recover my dignity. "You, you ass- You tricked-"

But he shakes his finger firmly. "I didn't trick you into anything, baby! You decided yourself not to wear the diaper I brought you as a surprise, and so I had to find something different for you." He chuckles as I desperately try to smooth down my rumpled hair. "Now, listen: we're going back out there, and you're going to find three pretty things to buy. If you make it all the way home with clean panties, then you're scot-free, I promise - no more diaper play, period. But-" And here his eyes glint dangerously. "If my wittle girl has even the tiniest little accident in her pretty panties, then we're going to have to put her back where dirty little whores belong - in diapers."

Oh, shit. Literally.

My gut is already twinging, churning sickeningly as he and I emerge. My cheeks are flaming, my ass is burning inside and out, and I have no clue what on earth I'm going to do. Sure, I like sexy games as much as anyone, but this? Still, I know I can hold on. I have to. Browse those racks. Find my size in shorts, leggings, t-shirts, anything. Sure, that one's ugly as hell, but grab it anyway. Right now nothing else matters. Nothing but my clenched ass, the storm in my insides, and my desperate need not to expel- to release- to actually-

Shit myself.

"No!" I hear myself whimper, even as I feel the first greasy trickles leaking from my straining anus. And then it comes despite my best efforts - the steady stream, hot and smelly and humiliating, flowing out of me and squirting into my increasingly heavy panties. I'm frozen, feeling the nauseating pressure subsiding even as the first drips begin to course out from my pastel shorts and down my inner thighs...

And then Josh is there, a now-familiar folded white rectangle in his hand, herding my stiff-legged frame back toward the bathroom heedless of the surprised glances of the other shoppers.

Hot tears fill my eyes as he gently pushes me to the floor. I'm wailing silently, tears streaming out of me as freely as my own shit just now. And Josh is looming over me, pulling off my stained shorts, wrapping me and my shit-filled panties up in the diaper which I now know had been in his trunk the whole time. I'm a fucking mess - in so many ways.

"Such a dirty little girl," he's whispering hoarsely, and through my tears I can see the straining crotch of his jeans, within which I know that massive cock of his is rock hard - for me. And so, in broken tones, I murmur the sordid, undeniable truth.

Yes. I'm his dirty little girl. I'm nothing but a dirty little whore: for him.

So as he leads me out of that bathroom, the unfamiliar bulk of my new underwear bulging within the confines of my beloved and still-damp shorts, I'm trembling with anxiety and sheer humiliation. People can see me, I'm sure. This massive bulk is practically screaming out that I, a grown twenty-four-year-old woman, am now waddling around publicly in her own shit-filled diaper. I simply can't stand it... and yet, somehow, I do.

For even now, I must admit that I'm also trembling with arousal more intense than anything I've ever felt before. It's the sheer groveling, thigh-tightening pleasure of feeling myself so humiliated, so vulnerable, so utterly at Josh's mercy. I don't know what else Josh has in mind for me today, on this special day. But at this point, all I want is for him to take me back home and finish what he has started, in whatever way he chooses...

Now that's a birthday surprise.

THE END