Bella’s Panties Were Hiding More Than Just Booty Padding and Bush

Tasmin burst out laughing. “O, fuck! Of course! This is just too good. I can barely believe it, I wonder what my dumb, little, wannabe cop girly is thinking; Bella’s cheeks were the deepest crimson as she averted the close gaze of the woman who now bent down to emphasize her statement, looking into Bella’s big eyes; now that everyone knows the big, bad policewoman needs to wear a diadee.”

It was true, and even if Bella had twice as many clasped hands she couldn’t fully cover her white badge of shame. Still, at least she could cover, for now, the gold badge sticker she had affixed firmly to the middle of her crotch, the kind she was supposed to save to give out when she talked to kids at local schools about staying out of trouble. The reminder of childhood, police trouble, both her prior and current torments, and still looking like a kid, finally overcame her meager defenses. Having needed a tinkle before pulling this harpy over, a full gusher now escaped as her half gallon of morning Joe found an exit. She had only drunk that much to be like the cops on tv, now the parody was even crueler. The Mayor’s Wife laughing didn’t help matters. She only laughed louder as the diaper began to swell and lightly yellowed. As it ballooned, the tape on each side came unstuck, the weighty diaper overly full, already overtaxed from her freshly ungirdled pot-belly, dropped next to her extra large feet, among the relics of her policing career with a loud splat.

Bella looked down on the yellow diapered, and tore off the single remaining vestige of her former position, her blue police socks with holes in the toes. Yanking them off her jumbo sized feet, she threw them down childishly, immediately ashamed that the only outlet for her temper tantrum was her own balled up, holey socks.

All of this was too much, and the Mayor’s Wife doubled over laughing, squirting a few drops of her own, accidentally wetting the Poise pad she kept pressed in her pricey panties for just such an occasion. She even pulled out her camera phone for a special picture of Bella’s former life and secrets lying at her feet. With a few snaps she picked something up from the ground, Bella was too humiliated to notice anything but the traffic that was slowly building up behind and to the side of her, honking, noticing her, every square inch. She had waved them on before she realized she was exposing herself: her flat-chest and untrimmed, though scantily haired pussy, to a dozen people, and that she had no right to direct traffic anymore anyway.

The Mayor’s Wife pocketed her surprise as she misdirected Bella by piling up every stitch and item into Bella’s arms, buffoonishly blocking her few as she directed her, “Now, go lock those, and your keys, in your, I mean the city’s; she reminded her; car, and hurry back. You’re a little exposed out here.” And she laughed and squirted, a little, again at her joke.

Bella didn’t need any reminding. The two miles of traffic, including four bright yellow school buses from the local junior highs and high schools reminded her of that enough as it was. Even as she looked down at her big bare feet to make sure she didn’t make a misstep, “How embarrassing that would be!?”, she thought unironically, she felt compelled to keep turning her head to see the smattering of youthful faces pressed against the windows of school buses, rocketing through puberty if they hadn’t already, the snarling visages of old crones, pointing, the ever incessant half reflected glare of a thousand camera phones, but even worse, the male and female makers of laughter and taunts and catcalls in BMWs and old work vans. Strangely, they had always been equals to her. They were supposed to be when she was a cop, which she had interpreted as meaning they were all equally beneath her, that she was supposed to be a bitch to everyone regardless of their social standing or circumstances. As she reconsidered her own, now very literally reduced standing, she looked back at the luxury car Tasmin was leaning against, shooing her on, and realized the pendulum had swung the other way due to her own foolishness. Now, regardless of other qualifiers, they were still on an equal footing, all above her. Most were employed. At least none had ever been stripped out of a job by someone who wasn’t even their boss, technically, in public. Probably. No one else was naked now, at any rate. Always one to look for a silver lining in a hurricane, she considered, “I may not be a cop anymore, but at least I’m not a felon, like a bunch of these slack-wits. Hell, I’ve never even had a parking ticket.” Poor Bella, only in the eye of the storm, she thought she was out, but the winds had just started to pick up.

As Bella, clutching her nude form, rushed back to Tasmin, the woman was positively beaming, and couldn’t help giggling as she grabbed Bella’s wrist, easily spinning around the pint-sized policewoman impersonator, as she pulled out the silver handcuffs she had pocketed earlier. She used the rasping click as she snapped each bracelet on to punctuate her statements, “Bella Keith, I am placing you under citizen’s arrest for public urination, snap, and indecent exposure,” click. Tasmin charged her even as she had turned her to face the streets, spreading her legs by kicking out at her ankles. With her hands cuffed behind her back, not only could she not cover the sparse patches of darkly colored pubic hair over her engorged, juicing, spreading labia, or her pink clitty, now poking out obscenely, her flat-chest was compressed even more by the awkward position, taking away whatever little appearance of boobies she had ever had.

Bella pouted, she tried to look away but couldn’t, and was nearly on the verge of tears.

“There, there; Tasmin soothed, almost tauntingly cooing to her; I’ll give you one last big girl choice…” She paused for emphasis, hoping to raise Bella’s hopes before she dashed them.

“Either you can have me take to you down to the police station, personally, to book you in, now; or I can handcuff you to that bus bench and you can wait for my back up to haul you in, and I’ll catch up later.”, she pointed at the Rapid Bus Service bench near the exit. Though Bella was still staring at her audience, she fully knew that it was one of the most heavily used stops next to one of the busiest highways in the country. Then again, who knew what this devil women could do to her in the intervening time. While the destination was the same, the journey certainly seemed to matter. Bella thought it over…