A Rental

"You weren't kidding you, were you?", Bev looks around, pitilessly and disappointed.

"Nuh-uh", Jorella sputters out as she takes the sheet and wraps it around herself. Jorella looks down in shame, her hairy box and diamond nipples are obvious through the gauzy material.

Embarrassed, Jorella takes the sheet and doubles it into opacity before recovering herself this time only able to swaddle her crotch and butt in what looks like all the world to a home-made discount DIAPER!

As Jorella knots the sheet to hold it against her hips she sputters, "I'm...I'm rich. A major merchant, I have a major shipment to pick up...OH GOD, what time is it?"

"What does it matter what time it is to you, wench? Unless the hours are cups of wine and the sun himself a fair looking lad what do you care?", Bev belittles Jorella, whittling away what little self esteem she has, prying and plucking at her confidence.

"My shipment, I have to pick up my shipment! I have to get to the El Diws Warehouse before noon!"

"Well, I hate to break this to you, Bev smiled, but it's only a half hour until nude-err-noon, that warehouse is across town (Bev didn't bother to add they were con-merchants, everyone knew that, or learned it), and I doubt you can afford a horse. You even lost all your clothes! If you step one foot out of this room not only will I have you arrested and thrown in the poor house for ducking out on your hotel bill, you'll have your naked ass arrested or indecency!"

Jorella whimpered, whined, and pleaded, until finally she told her about what a rich shipment it was. "Tell you what, girly. If you're as wealthy as you say you are I suppose just a scrap of that cloth is going to be worth much more than all the clothes in this place?"

Jorella nodded rapidly.

"Well, let's just see here.", and without another word left the nearly naked Jorella to shift her weight awkwardly from big foot to big foot.

"Here, Bev returned carrying a barrel and a piece of hotel parchment with a quill dripping in ink.

"I've already drawn it up, just sign."

"But what is it?", Jorella began to put her finger under the words and mouth them out slowly.

"You don't have time for that you stupid girl! In short, I'm renting you a barrel to cover your shameful nudity! That should give you just enough time to for your big feets to slap through the mud to the warehouse, IF you run. Now I want a square inch of your cloth, just one square inch, but for every minute you're not here passed 12:30 I'll double my fee! Now if I were you I'd hurry up and get dressed. Oh-and, Bev took the end of the diaper and spun Jorella like a parody of a ballerina on her big feet, "Please don't steal from my inn more than you already have! You'll get a barrel and nothing more!"

Jorella moaned but didn't argue, only slipping her big feet through the broken bottom of the barrel, picking it up so the lip just covered her breasts and the bottom her butt and ran down the stairs, **** to get her shipment.