A Slip Up or Major Meltdown?

Whether Lauren knew it or not, this Doctor Feldman was a quack. Maybe she should have done a little more research on the 'esteemed' doctor before making her first appointment with him. Little did she know that the more he encouraged her 'liberation' that more than just secret depends were going to be the only change.

Maybe it should have been a clue but Lauren was becoming an alcoholic. Her attendance at work was slipping, her bills were beginning to stack higher and higher. Hell, Lauren was losing all sense of control as every day for last month saw her spending more money on liquor and on the internet. It never stopped at just dancing in her room. Lauren was regressing, becoming more of a child everyday. When she went out as "Adult Lauren" her neighbors and friend's seemed to appreciate the looseness in her attitudes and behaviors. Lauren discovered fun but as the days past, her fun loving nature soon turned whiny.

One night out to dinner with some friends after work, the normally aloof diva whined, yes WHINED that her food was cold! Needless to say the change was apparent. Here is an example. Let's start with the "Old" Lauren first,

"What the hell do you call this? This is NOT what I ordered." Lauren admonished the waitress when she returned a few minutes later to check on her guests.

"But... You did order the Pork Minstrel Soup Miss..."

"I did, but it is cold and there is more broth than anything else! When I ordered the soup, the menu advertised a hearty dinner soup, not THIS!" Lauren extolled as she held the spoon on the air and poured the watery broth back into the bowl as a tiny piece of pork dropped forgotten.

"I..." The waitress replied, suddenly nervous as the stuck up blonde shoved out her magnificent bust and gave her a look that could melt ice. This was not the first time Lauren had complained and usually got a free meal afterwards, usually followed with a substantial tip to the waitress as compensation.

But on this night, it was different.

"Good evening everyone, how is everything?" The waitress asked the group of young professionals all dressed in the finest of cloths and linens, well except Lauren who had decided to attend her Friday Night Dinner wearing yoga pants and a bright pink sweater.

"My food is cold! *Whines!* I mean, I thought I was getting food, not watery yuckiness! Its nasty and gross! YUCK!" Lauren makes a disgusted face as she shakes her head "No" in dramatic fashion, like a child!

Lost for a moment at the change in the normally aloof patron with a body to die for, the waitress recovers and bends over to grab the bowl. "Please let me take care of this for you..."

"NO! Mine, mine, mine! It's My soup!" Lauren bawls, pounding the table with her little fist before reaching out for the bowl when the waitress reaches for it. "No, its MINE!" She cries, her nasally voice reverberates throughout the posh restaurant drawing almost every eye towards her as she pulls the bowl towards her as if her favorite toy is being taken away! *Splash!* The bowl and its contents fly, soaking Lauren's top and lap with the watered down soup, covering her with pork broth, noodles and veggies! "WAHHHH! Look what you did!" She cries, standing up dripping wet. "You got me all wet you meany! Your mean!"

Looking up at the woman they all feared and envied, Lauren's friends instantly balk, look away and blush in embarrassment, hoping no one will associate them with her! It only gets worse when the front of her yoga pants instantly puff and expand. "Oh my god... Is Lauren wetting herself?"

Looking down, Lauren is besides herself. Tears free flowing, her hands clutching her C cup breasts, crying as she wets herself right there and now! "No!!! Not my boobies, please Mommy... I need my boobies!"

"Oh my god... Lauren has lost it." Another coworker laments and quietly excuses himself from the table. Having fallen for the new and improved Lauren over the last couple of weeks, the handsome, blonde man instead sees this as an omen and quickly leaves, but not before throwing his share of the bill on the table.

"Timmy!, pwease don't go!" Lauren cries out, reaching out to him as she stomps her foot! "I said STAY! You hafta do as I say! I am your boss!" But of course when you regress this far, have been drinking and living out fantasies as if they are real, our normally calm and collected Lauren has had a psychotic break and either a sudden realization or a trip down memory lane is the only way to get Lauren out of her own head.

A dangerous place that she has been skirting with her entire life to this point. With the Stealth Depends continuing to expand, the stretchy yoga pants soon reveal the bright green letters "STEALTH" labelled across the front for all to see...