Stop at a convenience store

Kelly was **** to resume waddling down the street by her nanny and stepmother. Gail walked at the front of the trio, occasionally tugging on Kelly's leash to ensure that her stepdaughter kept up. Ethel walked at the back, holding onto the diaper bag and keeping a close eye on her charge. Every now and then, she swatted Kelly's thickly padded ass as an additional incentive for her not to slow down or decrease her pace.

Kelly knew she must have made for a remarkable sight: a bonnet on her head, a collar with an attached leash on her neck, handcuffs on her wrists, booties on her feet, and, of course, a giant diaper around her waist. That was all her current attire consisted of, and two of those five things could not even be regarded as actual clothing. The other three were generally associated with infants and toddlers. Worst of all, they left most of her body - including her entire torso - exposed.

Kelly wanted to weep. She was sorely tempted to just break down sobbing. But at the very least, she was determined not to give her stepmother and nanny THAT much satisfaction. As long as she had the slightest bit of dignity left, she would not let Gail or Ethel see her cry.

In spite of her determination, the truth of the matter was that Kelly had no idea just what they had in store for her. Unbeknownst to her, there was a strong likelihood that her resolve would be crushed far more easily than she imagined.

The three women continued walking through the suburbs. Every few minutes, they encountered one of their neighbors. Each and every one of them pointed and laughed at Kelly. A few also made a jeering remark bout her babyish apparel or the flatness of her chest. Whenever Gail saw someone she knew personally, she always stopped to talk to that person. Naturally, those people were amused and curious by Kelly's predicament. Gail was willing to answer any question pertaining to her stepdaughter's present condition, no matter how much it embarrassed her.

Eventually, they reached a small convenience store. By then, Kelly's face was solid red from so much blushing. Even so, she had yet to shed any tears.

She assumed Gail would be taking her inside the store. Truthfully, she would not have minded that. It would have been better than having to stay outside.

Alas, Kelly was not even that fortunate. Gail ended up taking Kelly's leash and tying the end of it to a sign just outside the store. Then she smirked wickedly, patted her stepdaughter's thickly diapered ass, and told her "I need to do a little shopping. You just stay out here and be a good girl. Don't put up a fuss, okay?"

Kelly was shocked. "You can't be serious? You're leaving me... out here? Are you fucking kidding me?!"

At that, Gail harshly slapped Kelly's padded bottom, causing her to wince. She muttered angrily "Don't use that language with me, baby girl! Ethel, if you would...?"

"Right away, ma'am," said the grey-haired nanny, reaching into the diaper bag and pulling out a pacifier. This particular pacifier had a strap on either side. Ethel **** the dummy into Kelly's mouth, and then she pulled both straps around her head and fastened them at the back of her neck, beneath her bonnet. As a result, Kelly was effectively silenced by her pacifier.

"Thank you, Ethel," Gail told the older woman appreciatively, "Now, would you mind helping me with my shopping?"

"Not at all, ma'am," Ethel replied kindly, "The baby should be fine out here on her own for a little while."

Kelly's stepmother and nanny then entered the convenience store, leaving Kelly all alone. Her situation was even more **** than before. Now she was attached to a sign by her leash and gagged by a pacifier. Since her hands were still cuffed behind her back, he could not attempt to free herself of either of those restraints. Now anyone who came by had a perfect view of her in her diaper, bonnet, and booties. She honestly did not think it was possible for this situation to get any more hopeless.