Teased by teens

Trapped on the bus, with several eighteen year old boys already flipping out mobile phones with a leer and a grin, Tanya was just stuck. Stuck waiting to reach their final destination. Stuck hoping that the trip was mercifully short. Stuck hoping that the passengers would be too taken aback by her humiliating babyish costume to actually pluck up the courage to enquire as to why.

"Hey, baby," one of the guys called out, ruining Tanya's fantasy that this was going to be a quiet, quick humiliation, "I've got something sweet for you to suck on!"

That got quiet a laugh from the guy's friends, even as Tanya sunk even lower in her seat and pinned the food bib to her chest with an arm. The food bib was big enough to cover her chest from the front view, but had the terrible feature of having no sides. Anyone looking at her from an angle could get quite a healthy peek at her the side of the breasts.

She was damned if she would dignify their crude suggestion with a response, and tried to focus on the view outside the bus. Easier said than done.

"Hey, baby," another one of the guy's friends chimed in, hoping to one-up the first guy with an even "wittier" innuendo, "once you're finished sucking on his lollipop, I'll be happy to wipe your face with that bib!"

Tanya rolled her eyes at that, and even a couple of his friends groaned out loud at how bad it was. Still, Tanya couldn't stop the image popping into her mind of the bib being lifted up - the only thing providing any coverage of her otherwise naked chest - and having her face wiped like some naughty child, while the teenage boys ogled her rack.

She blushed furiously, and clasped the bib even tighter. The stupid pink bonnet that she'd been **** to wear sunk lower over her head, entirely failing to protect her identify by hiding her face, while at the same time making her feel like she was four years old. Some stupid, immature, little girl. Not the strong, mature, adult woman that she'd thought she was, even as the memories of being that receded further and further into the past.

She couldn't let herself be distracted by the shaming of these men though, and as her stop in the busy central business district hovered into view, she **** herself out of the seat and towards where she could disembark.

Of course, this provided the guys with a clear, unfettered view of her nappy, held together comically by an over-sized safety pin and - for extra embarrassment points - showing signs of being wet around her crotch area. Rachel had really thought this one through, Tanya reflected bitterly.

One of the guys, egged on by the crude comments on his peers, managed to screw up a ball of paper and throw it with pin point accuracy at Tanya's ass.

In of itself, the ball didn't hurt. But the feeling of the object impacting on her backside made Tanya cringe in humiliation, as it drove home the helplessness and exposure that Rachel was forcing on her.