Lingerie Shop, Interlude in Pink

The next was logical, as her step-mother had helpfully rediapered her in a food court as Maggie had shame-facedly tried to cover her miniscule melons.

Her diaper had to wait, however, for a pink bit of nylon and spandex that went over her crotch, but Maggie didn't complain. At least it looked somewhat grown up, what she saw of it, that was.

"We need to get you dressed fast!", her step-mother reminded her, "You don't want everyone in the whole town to know you wear diapers! Imagine if they knew the 27 year old grad student has to wear diadees! And that she's strutting her stuff in the buff save for her cutesy diapee!"

"Where are we going?!"

Maggie asked, looking up at the towering woman in heels dragging her along.

"Where else silly, you need to get underwear first!"

"Oh, yeah! Duh!"

"First we'll get you a bra, this is what I wear! It's the latest, fashionable and functional, no sagginess!"

The bra was easily slipped around her narrow chest.

It did support her.

It also destroyed whatever meager offering she could have hoped to claim.

But it did have pretty lace.

"This is the matching panty!", her step-mother announced as she put Maggie's feet through the leg holes.

"Oh, Maggie! You've gotten your bare feet all dirty walking around! You're going to need a bath when we get home!"

A cute, young couple walking by laughed.

Maggie looked away and blushed.

Her step-mother stood up to her full height.

And looked down at the arrogant young woman.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Margaret's step-mother was an intimidating woman.

But the woman was too haughty.

"Oh, nothing, just taking in the scenery, she snorted.", her large, white teeth flashing.

"Oh, what, you think you can walk in here in your cheap little sweater and act like you own the place?"

"Cheap, I-", but her indignant come-back was cut off by a sharp tug.

The cheap buttons of her sweater popped off, and fell to the tile below.

"And look at these!"

She grabbed the woman who had thrown both arms tightly in front of her braed chest by the foot! Now the uptight bitch was hopping on one foot, and she didn't look like she was in good enough shape! She was already huffing and puffing, and her leg was so inflexible it couldn't straighten.

Her step-mother was nonchalant, "See these Margaret? Cheap knock off boots cheap wannabe prisses buy.", and yanked it off easily.

"Nice dragon socks, I didn't know you ould get them in size Sasquatch!"

She spied inside the shoe then turned it over and shook out a colored insole.

"Congratulations, dude, your girl has a major foot odor problem!", and flipped the empty shoe over her shoulder.

She looked at him wild eyed for reassurance, but he only gave her disgust and embarrasment atop pity.

Finding a hole in the blue dragon socks, her elegant finger-nail tore it open expertly, exposing the length of her plank like feet.

Then she began tickling her.

The woman was crying in seconds, and in another she was breathlessly pleading and cursing.

Then she peed.

Her jeans darkened and the stain spread as she was dropped on her ass.

A bigger shock was the loud snap that came with it.

Suddenly her belly bloated out, and another pop sent her brass pants buttons spinning off, and with a shrip her zipper opened, exposing a now darkened granny panty.

"Help me DARREN!", she screamed, but Darren was walking away.

As she struggled to her feet her jeans fell to her ankles. As did a destroyed girdle!

"DARREN, YOU HAVE THE KEYS!"

She went to chase after her now running ex-boyfriend, trying to escape this crazed, half naked, pissed fatty!

She tripped, ripping her faux designer jeans in two!

Security ran over to her at this point.

She smiled with relief, until they spoke.

"Ma'am, you cannot take that merchandise out of the store without paying for it!"

"What?"

"Those panties! That is store property until you pay for it!"

"What, but I have paid for it!"

"No, the manager joined him, you haven't, and they will be confiscated unless you return them."

"Yeah, Maggie's step-mom chimed in, I saw her taking them!"

"You lying bitch!"

"Ma'am, do you want the police called?!"

"Fine, I'll pay!"

"You must also pay for the damages you've caused!"

"Damages?"

"You've gotten your piss all over merchandise and carpeting!"

"But-"

"Then I must ring the police."

"No!", she cried, terrified, "I'll pay."

Maggie and her step-mom waited behind the wailing girl in line.

First they scanned her credit card and had her sign the receipt which she did teary eyed, humiliated at being wet pantied in public.

Her popped girdle meant her belly hung over the strained elastic, now.

"That's the damages, now for the panties."

They scanned the card again, but an alarm chimed.

"I'm sorry, your card is declined.", the clerk retrieved a pair of scissors and snipped her credit card in half.

"What?! I just got that card, it has a five thousand dollar limit!"

"Ah, that would explain it, she observed cooly, you just paid for 4,997 dollars in damages, and those panties are 3.99."

"FOR 99 CENTS?!"

"Before tax. And now I have to confiscate your pilfered panties!"

"NO!"

The woman turned to run, but she was snagged by the waist-band.

Cheap thing snapped and off she ran, clutching her flabby, naked ass and privates until she ran head-long into a police-officer. She disappeared soon after that.

"Huh.", the clerk observed the ruined pair of panties that had ruined the woman's day, "These WEREN'T our store's after all. Oh, well, and you ma'am!"

Maggie's step-mother paid for all their purchases and stroked Margaret, "Nobody puts baby in a corner, nobody."