The Mall (Micro-Fiction)

Another experiment in short fiction. There are diapers this time! 

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“Mommy!” Nelson blurted, struggling to keep his footing as she dragged him out of the car. 

“Don’t you back talk to me,” the woman snapped. She was ten years his senior, six inches taller, and her grip was iron. “You knew the consequences, now come along.” 

Nelson dug in his heels, trying to slow them down, but it was hard to get leverage on the parking lot pavement with the thick padding forcing his thighs apart. “N-no! They’ll see! A-a-and-” 

Mommy whirled on him. “That’s enough out of you. One more word of complaint and I’ve got half a mind to take you over my knee right this minute.” 

He knew she wasn’t making idle threats. She’d do it, and she’d pull his shorts down before she started to boot… not that his shorts were doing much to hide the triple-layered diaper he’d been dressed in. 

The elastic was strained to almost snapping, the bulk made an outline in the blue cotton that was unmistakable, and in case there was any confusion, the diaper’s waistband came up all the way to his belly button, and his baby pink tee was an inch too short to hide any of it. 

More to the point, Nelson could feel his bowels churning as the suppositories did their work.

“Mommy needs to get a couple things from the store,” she said as she pulled him along, making him waddle like a newborn taking their first steps just to keep up. “If you had been a good boy, you could’ve waited in the car.” 

His face burned with humiliation as she pushed open the door to the mall, pulling him inside. It was a busy day, with plenty of traffic coming and going, and as another round of cramps struck him, Nelson knew he wouldn’t make it much further. 

“Susa-” he started, but Mommy whirled a deadly glare on him and he caught himself, stammering. “I mean, M-mommy, I- I’m gonna-” 

She stopped, facing Nelson, looking him in the eye. “Baby,” she said, lowering her voice to a pitch so low it was almost inaudible. “You remember safe words?” 

He nodded, though he was almost in tears from trying to hold in the inevitable. 

“Good,” she said, smirking down at him. “Then push.” 

His knees bent a little at her instruction, and Nelson did as he was told. It didn’t take much effort, he really just had to stop holding it in. A soft grunt escaped his mouth as mess filled his diaper, held tight against his skin by the pressure of three heavy-duty diapers, ensuring that the muck was pressed close to his skin. 

In the middle of the process, Mommy pulled him tight into a hug, one hand squeezing the back of his diaper, elevating his humiliation to almost painful levels as he finished letting out everything he’d been holding back.

When he was done, Mommy pulled back the waistband, checking him, and then smiled. “Good baby.”