Cheating Heart Chapter Three (Patreon)

 They couldn’t stay public… Eric knew that much. Michael wouldn’t be back until the following night, so he decided they would head back to her place… at least she could shower and change back into some adult clothes. He had no idea what was happening-- all he could do now was hope that it was just an isolated, passing incident. Neither of them noticed the strange way her jade necklace was shimmering in the darkness.

     In the passenger’s seat, Veronica sucked her thumb and looked out the window, her soggy diaper squishing under her bum with every little bump and jiggle of the car. Her earlier distress had been largely forgotten, and the gentle rocking of the car was incredibly soothing. She sucked her thumb and twirled her hair, slowly relaxing into a strange, babyish haze.

     On the side of the road, she spotted an ice cream parlor. Veronica licked her lips hungrily-- they had skipped dessert back at the restaurant, and her sweet tooth was aching. She pressed her face against the window and watched it go by wistfully. Turning to Eric, she popped her thumb out of her mouth and looked at him with big, pleading eyes. “Kin we stop for ice cweem, Daddy?” she asked, with maximum cuteness.

     Eric shot her a surprised glance. Just a few minutes ago, she was begging to go home… now she wanted to stop and get ice cream? Not to mention she was still sitting in that wet diaper… they had to get it off of her and get her into the shower before she got a rash. “Oh… I don’t think so sweetie...”

     She stuck her lower lip out and gave him a puppy dog look. “Awww… How come?”

     He gave her a sideways glance… she was acting very strangely. “We’ve got to get you home and out of that wet diaper, honey… remember?”

     “But daaaaaaaddddddyyyyyy!” She whined. Eric shot her a sideways glance… I’m ‘daddy’ now? He thought, getting increasingly confused by the second.  

     “Sweetie,” he said slowly, “I really think we need to get you home and--”

     “I WANT MY ICE CWEEM!” she screamed, her voice a high pitched shriek as she launched into a tantrum that was as violent as it was sudden. Eric was so startled he nearly drove off the road.  

He attempted to console her, but her screaming and foot stamping grew so aggressive that he was forced to pull a U-turn and head back towards the ice cream parlor. “OK, OK, we’ll go back!” he cried, desperate to stop her before she caused an accident.

Instantly, her histrionics ceased, as though she’d flipped a switch. “T’ank you daddy,” She giggled cutely, cuddling up next to him and popping her thumb back into her mouth. He tensed and watched her from the corner of his eye.

Eric tried to convince her to wait in the car while he went in and got something for her, but Veronica insisted they go inside together so she could inspect the ice cream personally before she picked it out.

She grabbed onto his arm and nestled against him, totally unselfconscious, like they were on a date. Her little dress flounced with every step, her diaper peeking out from beneath it, crinkling noisily behind her. Eric, meanwhile, vividly aware of all the stares they were garnering, focused on the ground and tried to hustle her inside as quickly as possible.

Inside the store was only marginally better… it was fairly crowded, and as they entered it seemed like every eye in the room snapped onto them, staring as they made their way towards the counter. If Veronica noticed the attention, she paid absolutely no mind as she strutted cheerfully towards the display case and bent over for a closer view, the hem of her dress rising to reveal the entirety of her bulky diaper butt which bulged out behind her like a giant bubble. Behind the counter, the clerks shot each other a disbelieving look.

     “What do you want, honey?” Eric said, attempting to urge her on so they could get out of there. But Veronica wouldn’t be hurried-- she sucked her thumb, her eyes wandering from one delicious flavor to the next, her mouth watering as she imagined how they would taste.

She took her time making up her mind when she spotted it on the menu… the most delicious looking banana split she’d ever laid eyes on. She licked her lips and pointed. “I want that one, daddy!” she exclaimed, pointing and bouncing excitedly, her diaper fully revealed to everyone in the shop.

Eric looked up in despair… the thing looked huge, she would probably have to eat it in the store-- but he knew that if he said no, she might throw another tantrum… and the last thing he wanted was to draw even more attention to them. “Oh sweetie… are you sure you don’t want a waffle cone?” he asked, trying to subtly led her in that direction. But Veronica had made up her mind, and Eric reluctantly paid the clerks, shifting nervously at the strange looks they gave him.

He took Veronica by the hand and led her over to a booth in the corner, away from the customers, the counter, and the door. He’d hoped he could avoid drawing any more attention to themselves… but she squeezed in beside him on the same side of the booth and began pawing and kissing him and giggling mischievously when he asked her to stop. People were openly staring at them now-- Eric prayed they would hurry up with her banana split in the hope it would distract her.

Moments later the dish arrived, and Eric breathed a thankful sigh when his theory proved correct-- Veronica almost immediately forgot all about him and turned her attention to the ice-cream, taking up her spoon and attacking it ferociously. All of her class and elegance, the refined manners she’d learned from being born into the upper crust and educated at the finest schools in the country had been totally forgotten.

She spooned up a heaping glop of ice cream, chocolate, and sprinkles, overfilling her mouth. It trickled and plopped out from between her lips, smearing her mouth and dribbling down her chin. “Veronica,” Eric admonished quietly, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. “Slow down… and chew with your mouth closed, for heaven’s sake.”

But she merely giggled at the attention and continued on her way, shoveling one mouthful of ice cream and banana after another into her tiny little mouth, her lips, chin, and hands getting dirtier with every bite. Everyone was still watching her now, some of them shaking their head at the sight of a grown woman looking, acting, and eating like a giant two year old.

Veronica didn’t care… she was far too busy stuffing her face with gleeful delight, the sugary sweet confections filling her belly. Eric watched her shovel the food into her face, lips smacking, dribbling ice cream and chocolate down her chin, disbelieving… in the space of about 15 minutes, she’d been transformed from an elegant, fashionable young woman into an overgrown toddler.

And even though Eric had never seen her eat more than a few bites of anything, he found himself watching, stunned, as she greedily hoovered the entire bowl of ice cream and bananas, then sat back, her face smeared and sticky with food, and emitted a shockingly loud belch, drawing looks from everyone else in the restaurant. “Veronica!” he chided, shocked to see such behavior from her.

Veronica wasn’t listening… inside, her tummy was tight and bloated and she realized, with another soft belch, that she’d eaten too much. Her tummy was swollen and aching, her bowels hot and crampy. Eric frowned when a large, noisy farting sound emerged from inside her diaper. She sighed as Eric checked around, preying nobody had heard it… or smelled it, he thought, crinkling his nose distastefully.

But Veronica wasn’t checking around, wasn’t even embarrassed… she was too busy rubbing her belly in discomfort, her guts churning inside her. Without warning, a series of comical, noisy farts emerged from her pampered backside, totally involuntary.

     “Young lady!” Eric chided, fanning his face, to absolutely no effect: Veronica continued passing gas noisily, each one wetter than the last, and the air was getting thick.  

     “uh oh...” Veronica said, her eyes going wide. She shot him an anxious look, rubbing her tummy and squirming uncomfortably in her hard wooden seat. “Daddy,” she said, a nervous edge in her voice, “I gotta go to da baffwoom!”