Cheating Heart Chapter Four (Patreon)

“OK, honey, let’s, uh, let’s get you to the… to the bathroom,”  Eric said awkwardly, standing up and taking her by the hand. Veronica rose unsteadily, in visible discomfort. Her guts were rumbling angrily inside her, and she found herself clenching her buttocks tightly. Her grip on her toilet training seemed to be slipping, and she was getting increasingly confused about the actual process of using the bathroom. She was glad Eric would be along to help her, and she trailed behind him as best she could, waddling awkwardly, her diaper bulging visibly beneath her.

Inside, Veronica’s bowels were cramping tightly, her colon getting fuller by the second. Everyone was staring now, but she couldn’t have cared less… she was focused no not loosing control and loading her diaper.

Veronica’s oversize pamper was crinkling nosily behind her… to Eric it seemed to fill the room and draw every set of eyes to his date’s bulging rear end. He couldn’t imagine what they were thinking, and he didn’t have time to worry-- he didn’t know what helping her use the toilet would involve and he didn’t want to think about it… all he knew was that it would be easier than putting up with a messy diaper… even if he wanted to changed a shitty pamper, even if he knew how, they didn’t have a spare to change her into, so until he could get her home, they’d be shit out of luck… so to speak.

They were halfway there when he heard her emit a loud, bubbly fart, followed by a gasp. She froze and place, and when he looked back, she was staring at him with wide, desperate eyes. She reached behind and pressed her hand up against her bulging, diapered rump and whispered loudly: “Daddy, I gotta go right now!”

     “OK, come on,” he said, clutching her hand, hurrying as best he could. Veronica baby-stepped along slowly behind him, free hand pressed against her diapered tush to prevent an accident. Eric could feel the dirty looks of the other patrons, and he was desperate to get into the bathroom and out of their sight-- especially when Veronica farted, louder than before, and he could hear the other customers groaning as she shuffled by them.

He hustled inside the ladies room, dragging Veronica behind him like an anchor, nearly knocking over a young, college age girl who was on her way out. She gave them a lingering glance as they pushed inside before returning to her table.

He pulled her towards the toilets as fast as he could, Veronica tottering along as best she could behind him, bun clenched tightly, her bowels gurgling and groaning inside her, a verity of rude, disgusting noises emitting from inside her diaper at irregular intervals. Between her cheeks it was beginning to feel very moist, and she knew she was moments away from having an accident.. if she hadn’t had one already. “Hurry, Daddy!” she squealed frantically, baby-stepping across the bathroom floor as quick as she dared. “Hurry!”

     “OK baby, OK… just hold on a little longer.” He threw open the door to the stall and pushed the lid up, allowing himself a smile… it looked like they were actually going to make it!

The hard part was over… now he just had to get her out of those diapers and onto the toilet. Soothing her gently, he bent down and reached for the tapes on the front of her diapers…

A disgusting, explosive, messy farting sound caused him to reflexively pull his fingers back. Veronica stood stock stiff, her ruby red lips compressing into a startled ‘O’. Utterly beyond her will, she felt her buttocks parting to accommodate a large, mushy surge into the seat of her diaper, accompanied by a rumbling, farty squish.

Veronica emitted a series of grunts, squeaks, and squeals ranging from shocked to relieved to confused to grossed out. Her gas just wouldn’t quit, and each embarrassing toot brought with it a gooey gush, filling her pampers and smearing her buttocks.  

Eric could merely stand by, his mouth agape. The noises emerging from inside her diapers left no doubt as to what was happening, and a quick peek behind revealed that the seat was inflating, swelling at a fantastic rate and a corresponding dark stain was spreading. Veronica “oo’ed” and “ah’ed,” another ghastly sounding fart preceding one final poopy avalanche into the seat of her pampers.

At last it was over, and a thick, poopy smell began to envelop the room. Eric was speechless, and Veronica was left shifting from foot to foot, still emitting little noises, the mess slowly settling in. Eric wondered, distastefully, if he should change her diaper… then realized it was a moot point anyway since they didn’t have a spare pamper on them.  

Her cheeks flushing red, she flashed him a shy smile that, he had to admit, was pretty adorable, even under the circumstances. “Made a boom-boom,” she announced, as though he could have missed it. She looked at him with wide eyes, pleading for guidance. Sighing, he took her by the hand and lead her back into the restaurant.

Everyone was staring at them, and Eric could see the noses on the patrons sitting nearest to them crinkle distastefully. He hustled her through the shop as quickly as he could, drawing dirty looks from every angle. They had no idea what was going on with the pair of them-- whether it was a prank or some kind of kink-- but Eric knew they didn’t like it… especially when they caught a whiff of Veronica’s diaper.

Veronica, for her part, could only blush and waddle behind him, her pampers sagging and drooping behind her, heavily stained and lumpy. The mess in her pampers was squishing audibly against her butt with every every little move she made, and the stench seemed to get worse with every step. Blushing, she tried to focus on the floor… but she couldn’t stop herself from glancing side to side, taking in the faces staring at her, wrinkling their noses and, in some cases, fanning the air in front of heir faces, or even pinching their noses. She toddled between the tables and out the door as quickly as her loaded stinky diaper would allow.

It was a relief to be out in the fresh air, but now there were even more people staring at them. A few of them were pointing, and a couple even laughed… especially when they saw her from behind with the seat of her diaper sagging beneath the hem of her dress, clearly soiled.

He opened the door and helped her climb in and, slowly, hesitantly took a seat. The gigantic load in her pampers squished under her bottom, mushing, flattening between her rump and the upholstery. “Ooooo!” Veronica exhaled, her eyes growing big and bright as the hot, gooey mess spurted up her butt-crack and mushed messily across her buns.

Eric climbed into the driver’s seat, shut the door, then instantly regretted it as the stink of Veronica’s pampers hit him in the face like a fist. “Phew!” he exclaimed, quickly turning on the car and rolling down the windows. Veronica looked over at him, a strange little smile that made him nervous.

He knew he had to get her home right away, without further distractions.

Eric gripped the wheel, white knuckled the entire way back to Veronica’s place, thinking about what he would do when they got there… even if they weren’t in public anymore, there was still the question of what he would do with Veronica. Her condition didn’t seem to be improving… in fact, he thought, looking over to the passenger’s seat, if anything it seemed to be getting worse.

Veronica, for her part, was busy enjoying her squishy diapers. She wiggled and squirmed in her seat, mushing the hot, muddy load in her pampers all across her entire rear end. Her eyes were sparkling, a small, naughty smile, played across her lips, and between her legs a funny, tickling sensation was starting to build, and she had a sudden urge to get closer to Eric.

She leaned over in her seat and planted a big wet kiss on his cheek. He looked over at her, cursing his luck. She was grinning at him seductively, leaning in to kiss and nuzzle his neck.

     “Uh… better sit back, sweetie,” he urged, wrinkling his nose, the stench of her messy diaper increasing the closer she got.

She either didn’t understand or chose to ignore him… instead, she cuddled up close to him with a satisfied gurgle. Eric wrapped a reluctant arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close. She nestled in close with a satisfied purr, popping her thumb into her mouth and sucking lazily. Eric drew his breath through his mouth and checked their surroundings with a sigh… only another 15 minutes until they were home.