What's next?
In the highchair
Flushing, Lauren tucked down her skirt. In the high seat her legs were forced wide, and her now open crotch was pointed at the boys at the table! Flushing, she cupped her crotch, feeling ridiculous and exposed.
Just then a waitress came by. She seemed to notice Lauren's distress and decided to help. She moved Lauren's arms aside, touching her without asking, then pulled down the dining tray built into the high chair, clamping it over Lauren waist. Lauren now could not reach her skirt to hide her underwear and, making matters worse, her belly hung slightly over the tray, accenting her plumpness.
"There you go cutie, now you're locked in safe!" The waitress said.
Lauren realized it was true: She couldn't get up if she wanted. She was stuck in place...
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