Darryl's not alone

Face blazing, Lauren hung her head and ran as fast as the diaper would allow towards Darryl's truck. She did her best to ignore all the honking and laughing from the other cars and people as she raced towards the relative safety of her step-brother's truck.

After reaching the truck, the little woman opened the door and threw herself into the back seat, slamming the door behind her as she panted heavily and threw her head back, her face redder than it had ever been before as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around her flat chest. As she felt her heart racing a mile a minute, the little woman let out a groan as she realized that she was wearing only a diaper as she sat in front of her perverted step-brother (who apparently had a dinner date tonight with her just as perverted coworker; who was the one who had diapered her)! As she waited for whatever Darryl had to say, she told herself that there was no way things could get any worse.

"Lauren?!"

Lauren's eyes shot wide open. That was not Darryl's voice! Looking around, the little woman let out a squeak as she finally saw Vanessa sitting in the seat next to her as her younger sister bit her lip to keep herself from laughing...

As well as her mother up in the passengers seat, not looking the least bit amused as she frowned at her oldest daughter.