by the Little

True to her word, Lauren was treating this excursion as an actual work out, pushing the stroller she started to run, ponytail bouncing, sports top doing it's best to keep her chest down. It did seem weird that the gym uniform forbade bras and used such a skimpy tops but you couldn't argue with the official recordings, no-name high students did stay in shape with only a handful of exceptions.

Gina didn't have time to really dwell on that, with the remote controll egg held in her vagina, the demonstration vibrations having stopped, she could barley catch her breath. Limited to breathing through just her nose with her big pacifier gag locked in place. The borrowed gym uniform doing nothing to stop her pert hard nipples from getting rubbed by the stroller straps. A low buzz started coming from the egg. One orgasm. Her feet twitched, her diaper growing warmer and moister.

She didn't have time to think about that, a hand off must have happened, max setting. Gina threw her head back as much as the stroller allowed, squirming against the straps. The over sized tank getting pulled this way and that with each convulsion. Low setting, Gina slumped forward as her vision recovered. She was rounding the path by a sandbox with two kids playing. They paused their play and looked at her, the smaller one pointing.

'Why at a park-' Gina's thoughts were interrupted, the egg went into a pulse mode, each pulse making Gina want to thrash. How could she have gotten such sensitivity. Maybe it was like working out for the first time in a year, took very little to feel like your lungs were on fire and joints were lined with popping bubble wrap.

Low mode. Small mercies, Gina's head stopped swimming but now she found a new problem. Beyond the dogs that were noticing her and wanting to investigate only for owners to hold them back. Her nose was starting to run. Snot wanted to drip down but she could only breathe with nose, pulling in an air blocking mucus dam.

Gina wanted to- High Pulse. Any thought was gone, she wanted to yell in a mix of pleasure and pain but the pacifier stopped her. She must have had half a dozen orgasms at this point. Her squirming against the straps did something else too. The top was now out of alignment, cool air now flowed over her mostly exposed tits, the damn straps still rubbing her hard nipples. It was possible she was going to chafe if this kept up.

Solid high. Another hand off and more button pressing. Gina had trouble breathing and this orgasm **** wasn't doing her any favors. Snot was trying to run, as her eyes watered and tears started rolling. With straps pressing against her triple thick diaper, Gina actual felt the slimey dampness getting pressed right back to her. She knew she couldn't tell at this point if she was wet with urine, but vaginal discharge after discharge wasn't soaked up by the thirsty padding the same way. Her shame wasn't going anywhere.

Low intermittent. A somewhat break. Gina needed to do something about her nose. Drawing reserve breath she tried to blow hard to just get rid of the blockage. That made her lungs feel further on fire as it accomplished...nothing. a snot bubble was on display for a couple bros throwing a frisbee and that was it.

High intermittent. Her feet kicked in time with pulses as wave after wave crashed through her body. Gina's head started to swim. Mercifully she passed out.