Humiliation Overload

You grab Merry’s pick. It is a bunny one-piece with a cute hood. As you put it on, you are surprised that the garment isn’t loose but has a bit of stretch and clings to your body. The material is still soft, and the feeling of it griping your body is unique.

You step out and do a bunny pose. Olivia claps happily while Merry clasps her hand over her mouth. “I didn’t know it was like that,” Merry chirps.

You suspected she wouldn’t choose this outfit on purpose, but it’s too late. She tries to hide behind her hands. You walk over and pull Merry’s hand asking, “what do you think?”

“I’m sorry, mom, I thought it was cute…” she says before trailing off.

“It is cute,” Olivia states, leaning on your shoulder, “it feels nice too.”

“I think it’s quite adorable too. Why are you embarrassed?” You question your daughter.

Merry shakes her head. “I don’t know.”

Olivia exclaims, “hop like a bunny for her. That’ll make her understand its appeal.”

You nod and hop about cutely, waving your hands. Your small boobs bounce as much as they can, the movement making your erect nipples more obvious. Your bottom shakes with each hop, and you wiggle your butt to show off the fluffy tail.

“Stop, mom! Your embarrassing,” Merry complains, pushing you back into the changing room.

You’re having fun, but you didn’t expect to spend this much time shopping. You pick up your phone and see that it’s noon. You decide to skip the middle ground and grab Olivia’s most **** outfit. She probably thinks you wouldn’t dare come out in it. But after getting the KDK app, you’ve felt bolder.

The outfit doesn’t cover anything. The panties open to expose your vagina, and the top has breast holes cut out. There are stretchy embroidered strings that go around your nipples.

You open the door, and even Olivia jumps up in shock. They both jump on you, push you back into the changing room, and close the door. That was a quick reaction, you think.

Olivia doesn’t know what face to make as she tries to memorize your body. “What are you thinking?”

You put your finger on your chin and tilt your head in confusion. “You picked this out. Annabell is a naïve girl. She doesn’t understand,” you say with a saccharine voice.

“Mom,” Merry says, falling to the floor broken.

Olivia grabs your shoulders and looks you in the eye. Well, she tries, but they keep wandering down. “I get it. I went too far. You’ve gone insane since Merry and Tiffany said they were leaving.”

“I’ve gone insane? I’m not the one who picked out this sort of outfit for their sister,” you retort with a smirk.

“Fine, I take it back. Just get dressed and pick up your normal gown,” Olivia says, waving her hand dismissively. She picks up Merry and pulls her out.

As she leaves, you can help but joke, “What, but I’ve taken quite a liking to this nightwear.”

Olivia ignores you. You laugh and change into your day clothes. You then pick out a nightgown that is more your style. However, this one is short sleeve and leaves the top of your chest open. It still goes down to your ankles, though.

As you leave, Olivia comments, “I’m surprised you picked that one.”

You shrug and explain, “I’m starting to feel that I’ve been too restrictive with the girls. I’m worried they won’t survive outside this bubble.”

Olivia nods as she scans the pedestrians around you. “Yeah, it’ll be quite a shock for them.”

Everyone around here works with or is part of the school. No one would dare wear anything provocative. To enter the campus, you must go through a security checkpoint. They’d be turned back at the gate if they weren't wearing something appropriate. Lastly, no man can enter the premises.

You soon reach the family restaurant and sit down. The time on the active function is up, so as you sit, you fiddle with your phone. You consider using the family function but decide to try just Merry this time.

At first, nothing happens until Merry picks up her glass of water. She brings it towards her lips, and it slips. She tries to catch the cup and flails, causing her shirt buttons to give out. Her clothing was undersized. After all, only the many buttons on the conservative outfit held her chest in place. You would have already purchased the new uniforms if they were attending the university.

The buttons make a loud popping sound drawing everyone's attention. The buttons around her neck remain, giving the accident extra appeal. The cold water and ice fall on her ample chest, causing her to yelp and jerk.

Merry covers her mouth to avoid making strange noises, leaving her chest open for all to see. Her arms squeeze her breast together as the ice pools on top. Not even her reinforced bra can keep hiding our family's prestigiously large nipples.

The overwhelming stimulation gets to Merry, and she swoons. Olivia, who is sitting next to her, catches your daughter. You jump to your feet, no longer watching the situation like it didn’t concern you. As you run over to Merry, your waiter arrives with a towel that you use to cover.

Olivia says, “I think we’ll have to wait on lunch. Let's take her home.”

“yeah,” you nod feeling guilty. The app said she’d enjoy it, but it doesn’t look like she is having fun at all!

You continue to worry all the way home. Olivia excuses herself after helping you escort Merry back to your place. You bring Merry to her bedroom and lay her down. She doesn’t say anything, her face red and tears falling as she tries to hide her face.

“I’m so humiliated,” Merry gasps.

You gently touch her hair and say, “it’s fine. Mommy’s here.”

Merry shakes her head. “It’s not fine. I’m weird. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You curse the app and respond, “it’s normal to have bad things stuck in your head.” You then reach out to pat her leg supportively. But as you touch Merry, you feel her tense up. It’s wet, but it’s not water. With your hand in it, you smell the scent of female arousal.

“No! Mom knows I can’t. Hngg,” Merry yells but is cut off by cunvulsions. Your eyes widen with worry until you realize your daughter is orgasming from the built-up humiliation.

“It’s alright. Just breathe,” you say supportively.

“Mom, you saw. I’m sorry. I’m strange. I can’t believe this,” she spews such sentences out of her mouth.

“You aren’t strange or weird. It’s normal to have things we enjoy,” you explain.

“I know, but my thing is bad,” Merry states emphatically.

“It’s not bad. You are a good girl who I love with all my heart.”

“Really?” Merry hiccups. “Even though I want to go to a state university.”

“of course,” you say. You two hug, and eventually, Merry falls asleep in your arms.