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Hangover Chapter Eight (New Content)
🕑 Added 2020-07-08 08:27:31 +0000 UTC
Chapter Eight
‘I suppose it would be a bit cruel to send you out like that. After all, I did promise that your punishment doesn’t go further than this house, didn’t I?’ said Sam.
‘Thank you,’ said Amber.
‘Come upstairs and I’ll let you borrow something.’
The ‘something’ that Sam let Amber borrow was a dress. The issue with it was that it was a dress which Sam had grown out of a fair few years back. It was a bit more pink than Amber would have liked, but the bigger issues were that it would be tight and short.
‘Try it on then,’ said Sam.
Amber put the dress on to find that her fears were not unfounded; there was a tell-tale bulge on her bottom and if she bent even slightly, she would give anybody looking her way a view of what she was wearing underneath. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t have bothered her too much. She’d never been too precious about people getting a glimpse of her knickers. However, given that she wasn’t wearing knickers, but was instead wearing a nappy, this was something of an issue for her.
‘It’s a bit short, Sam,’ said Amber.
‘Well, beggars can’t be choosers. Would you rather go out in just your nappy?’
‘Of course not,’ said Amber.
Amber had to resist the urge to bend over in order to alleviate the cramps. Now that she had her nappy covered up, she wanted to keep it that way.
‘Out you go then,’ said Sam.
Sam, Danny and Daisy watched from a window at the back of the house as Amber trudged up to the washing line. Her gait was awkward, as she still hadn’t got used to the padding between her legs and was desperately trying not to let her dress ride up, all while carrying the washing basket and pegs.
Luckily, Sam’s garden was bordered by a steep slope on two sides and the house on another. This left only one side on which somebody might see Amber. What was less fortunate, was that Sam’s neighbour was, indeed, in their garden. Seeing Amber over the fence, he waved. Amber waved back and tried to smile. To tell the truth, she didn’t feel much like smiling. Her stomach was cramping badly now and it was taking all of her will to not give in.
She had managed to get the tights and skirt hung on the line, when a particularly bad cramp hit, and she unintentionally passed a large amount of gas. She was fairly confident that it was only a fart, but less confident that would be the case next time. Next she hung up the blouse, followed by her knickers. They had an unfortunate yellow stain in the crotch, meaning that if somebody saw them, it wouldn’t take a world class detective to determine what had happened. As she put the final peg in place, it happened. Sam froze, her face turning bright red as, for the first time that she could ever remember, she shit herself. She tried not to react, aware that Sam’s neighbour could see her, but when she realised that her nappy was now hanging down below the hem of the skirt, she started, still pooing, to waddle back towards the house, as Sam’s neighbour looked on in amazement behind her.
