Bree looked down at you, still hunched over, with an amused smirk. She walked forward through the door and around you, pulling down your sweatpants and slapping your padded backside, letting out a heavy thwack.
“Ha! Knew it!” Bree exclaimed, causing you to turn around to look at her in confusion.
“You really should wear pants the next time you walk in front of your front windows in diapers, I bet the whole street got a view,” she explained.
You didn’t think you could get any more embarrassed. You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t think of anything to make the situation any better.
As your mouth hung open, Bree spotted your pacifier and put it in your mouth, causing you to instinctively suck on it.
“I was just taking a walk to figure out what I wanted to do today. I think I know now though, and unless you want everyone to know that you not only wear diapers, but also messed in front of me, then I think you’ll want to help me out.”
You just looked at the floor. You didn’t have a choice, so you bobbed your head in surrender.
“Good boy, I promise it won’t be so bad,” Bree told you in a comforting tone. She hugged you, her hands making their way to the back of your diaper, where she squished the mess around, making you squirm.
Why was she doing this? She was toying with you, shouldn’t she be disgusted? Not only that, but she seemed to be enjoying it.
Eventually Bree pulled away from you, clearly having a better idea of what she wanted to do next.
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