“It appears we can go eight hours. Well past your ability to hold your bladder. But the assistance offered in relief must bring delight... a girl with your penchant.”
“Being touched there, held open by the fingers of a man is quite humbling.”
“As intended, Sunny. And you’re not getting any better with the potty training.”
“You have a wicked mind, Dr. Samuels. Whatever it is being fed to me, I cannot control myself.
I laugh.
“Such a mind is what you sought, Sunny. You came to me. Now it is time to make a decision.”
A gust of wind blows open the folds of Sunny’s coat, momentarily exposing her diaper and a bit of her breasts, thrust forward in being tightly corseted. A passing woman takes note, the exposed flesh drawing her attention from the comical hair bob and the nose leash. I delay
