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Submission To A Sultry Siren

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Jess is a beta woman who is owned and cucked by her cuckqueen Tahli. Tahli has recently moved in with Jess and her husband Dan and is going to lay down some ground rules. She now has to listen to whatever depraved thing Tahli says, she can't fuck Dan, and worst of all Tahli has forbid her to shower, shave or clean. Jess is soon to start her life as a pig slave.

Chapter 6: The Evolution

It had been a month since Jess came home from the shopping trip both humiliated and aroused. But despite everything, she realised she actually enjoyed it. When she entered the store it felt like everyone had eyes on her, but in a humiliating way. She even had one person not so subtly step out of line at the counter, while she waited to be served, to get away from her. At one point when she was leaving the store holding what was obviously diapers, she could feel her arousal drip and some of Dans cum down her leg.

When she arrived home she was feeling helpless and aroused. Jess walked nervously to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, grabbed the diaper Tahli instructed her to buy earlier, and put it on. Being Tahli’s pig slave now gave her an immense rush of excitement.

Since then Jess had been in diapers pretty much 24/7. Jess caught a glance of herself in the mirror. She saw the familiar sight of her plump ass encased in thick padding, underneath her skirt. Embarrassingly, she admitted to herself that somehow, it turned her on.

today Jess was out on another errand. As she ventured outside, her steps quickening with every step towards the nearby shops to grab food for dinner. The sun cast a golden glow on the neighborhood streets. Jess felt as if all eyes were on her as she strolled down the street towards the shops, the soft white material rubbing gently against her inner thighs with each step.

Even though she felt incredibly exposed, Jess couldn't help but enjoy the occasional attention she garnered from passersby, as some stopping to stare or make snide comments. In those brief glances, she noticed hints of disapproval, curiosity, and even fascination etched across their faces. However, none mattered as much as the thrill she got from carrying out Tahli's orders and walking proudly in her humiliating attire.

Her tight miniskirt barely concealed her round bottom, causing men to look twice whenever they passed her. If that wasn't enough to get their attention, she was never allowed to wear a bra, and because she was always horny her nipples were always hard. But her favourite aspect? The bright white cotton padding poking from beneath her skirt where she should've worn panties. It served as a constant reminder of her status as Tahli's pig slave, doomed to be the filthy depraved little slut Tahli wanted her to be.

Jess often wondered why Tahli chose such a humiliating punishment for her. Was it because she secretly desired to degrade her lover's wife, or did she find amusement in seeing Jess squirm under the weight of shame and arousal? Regardless, Jess had started to embraced her role as a willing participant in the game Tahli set forth.

Jess had been given an assignment whilst she did the shopping. It was simple, all she had to do was to maintain control of her continence. However there was a catch. Before she left, Tahli forced her to drink a litre of water and take a fast acting laxative, and if she were to come home messy then she would fail. The mission seemed simple enough, yet it carried within it the tantalizing promise of reward - an orgasm.

As Jess navigated through the bustling aisles, filled with various products and customers, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. This challenge presented itself not just as a test of her self-control, but also as a game of sorts, wherein the outcome could be decided by how well she could control herself. Jess had stepped into the store and became increasingly aware of her bladder filling up, growing heavier. So far this isn't too bad, I can do this! Thought Jess.

As time dragged on nervous energy coursed through her veins, giving her legs an added springiness as she hurried along. Jess was halfway through her shop when she noticed a pressing pressure from her bowls. Panic slowly began to sink in as Jess felt the realisation that if she didn't get this over and done with soon she may have an accident, and so she started to pick up her pace.

People began to notice her desperate state, eyeing her curiously as she moved about the shop. Due to her increasingly frenzied actions, her dress would occasionally hike up, causing more of her undergarment to be revealed. Because of this people started to be more conspicuous about their looks of concern with the young woman running around in a diaper. For the first time, Jess wished she could hide under the mask of normalcy once again.

The anxiety grew stronger as Jess continued browsing the aisles, trying her best to navigate around potential triggers without drawing too much attention. She felt an intense urge to use the restroom, but knew better than to succumb to it. She would never disobeying Tahli's orders again. Yet with every passing minute, the straining sensation in her lower abdomen only intensified. Damn you, Tahli!

Jess was now so close to having everything done, all she needed was just one last item. The problem was she couldn't find it anywhere.

"F**k!" Jess cursed under her breath, unable to contain her frustration any longer. Not finding the final item, she felt the walls closing in around her. Even after checking multiple times in different sections, nothing appeared to meet Tahli's specific requirements. Time was ticking, and Jess was starting to panic. She looked down at her watch; less than ten minutes remained before her bladder burst. "Dammit," she whispered, squatting as she tried to hold it all in, her head spinning.

There was still a chance to complete her task successfully, although the odds were rapidly dwindling. Jess clutched her stomach, which was now aching fiercely from being full. Desperately scanning the shelves for the elusive product, she noticed movement near the exit – someone else was leaving the store. Maybe they found what she was looking for...?

With renewed determination, Jess dashed towards the departing customer, hoping they might remember something helpful upon closer inspection. "Excuse me," she called, struggling to balance her load as she approached him.

With heavy feet, Jess reached his side, panting slightly. He turned to face her, startled momentarily by her presence, but quickly recovered. His gaze dropped downward instinctively, taking in her exposed underwear, her distressed expression clearly visible. Understanding the reason behind her desperation, he hesitated briefly, then pointed toward the back corner of the store, indicating the exact spot where the elusive item resided. Grateful, Jess nodded sharply, already making her way in that direction.

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