Belle fights back and runs away... sort of

Belle couldn’t be diapered. She would never hear the end of it. Her life would be ruined. So she managed to squirm out of Paulette’s hold on her and shoved her to the side and then she took off running out the door. She ran out, but she found it a bit strange that none of the Bimbettes were following her as she was sure they would chase after her. That was when she realized the crowd that had surrounded the house. She froze. Every person in town was waiting outside from the Baker to Gaston to the woman with the 6 kids to the librarian. Everyone was there looking at her as she stood there naked, bare chested, flat chested, and she felt herself freeze.

She quickly turned back to the door and tried to go back inside, but as she did the Bimbettes locked the door so she couldn’t get back inside. “No!” She cried. “I’m sorry! Please let me in!”

Everyone laughed as they saw Belle naked. “Wow,” Gaston said. “Not what I imagined when I pictured Belle naked. I imagined a bigger rack.”

“Where did her boobs go?” The woman with 6 children asked as she barely held back a laugh.

As the town folk continued making comments, she banged on the door. “Please, please let me in! I’m sorry.”

“Promise you’ll be a good little girl and you’ll put on your diaper,” Laurette hissed through the door. “And make sure to say it loud.”

“I...” Belle cried out of humiliation. “Please let me in! I promise to be a good little girl, and I’ll put on my diaper!”

Suddenly she heard the town folk mumbling. “She’s in her 20s and needs a diaper?”

“Not surprised. That must be why her butt looks big sometimes.”

“All padding.”

“I’m not convinced,” Claudette said. “Tell you what you can either prove to everyone that you do need a diaper or we will come out there and prove what a naughty little girl you are to everyone.”

“W-what?” Belle said.

“Go potty, Belle,” Paulette said. “Go potty like a good baby or get spanked like a naughty baby.”

Belle’s eyes widened. She-she couldn’t. That would be... and everyone was looking at her. “I’m going to count to 3, Belle. On 3, you either pee yourself or we spank you.”

“1.”

Belle quivered her lip. She couldn’t do it. There was no way.

“2.”

But she had to... right?

“3.”

Belle closed her eyes.