Elizabeth's Secret Part 2 (Patreon)

Crossing through battleship bay brought a number of unwanted looks to the pair as they roamed toward the shops. Elizabeth not only felt the stares from the people around her but also the annoyance radiating from Mr. Dewitt.

The people in the shops were generally unhelpful, most snickering at Elizabeth when she waddled in asking for a fresh diaper or even just a skirt. They offered little more than beach supplies. She knew it was a long shot trying to get what she needed, but she could have done without the jeering laughter following her out of each shop.

The diaper squished between her thighs as she walked, leaving Elizabeth to cringe at the rapidly cooling liquid in her pants. What warmth her accident provided before had long since disappeared. She usually made it a point to change before it got this bad, disliking the feeling of walking in her soiled nappy.

Leaving behind the shops and prying eyes of the bay, Elizabeth turned to Booker. “What do we do Mr. Dewitt?” she asked, shuffling in place to find any kind of comfortable position where the clammy padding wouldn’t touch her skin.

No such luck.

“Not like I would know. I’ve only been here a few hours,” Booker grumbled,.“Wasn’t anything warning me that you pi—”

Elizabeth stopped him by holding up a finger. She could feel her brow knit in frustration. “Choose your next words carefully Mr. Dewi—”

*BWWWOOOOUUUGGGGGGGGG*

Whatever righteous fury Elizabeth was about to dispense to her savior was interrupted by her stomach cramping and groaning. Her face went from irritation to surprise. “Oh no…” she said.

The next moment she was squatting, an automatic action that was second nature for her, having grown accustomed to always doing it wherever she was and whatever she was doing within the confines of her tower, only now making her embarrassed because it was her first time doing it in public.

Elizabeth’s body shot out a mass of mushy gunk into the back of her diaper rapidly, dragging down the padding with explosive speed and strength. She let out an initial sigh of relief but stopped when her stomach dropped and a diaper rumbling fart shook her padding around her waist.

The noise was only a precursor to more weight piling into the back of her padding, testing the tensile strength of the diaper’s tapes. She was glad to feel that at least the mess was contained against her.

When her bowels finally stopped pushing semi-solid masses into her crinkly pants Elizabeth stood, looking at Booker with a hint of desperation. Her need for a change had just increased tenfold.

She was dismayed to see that for his part Booker looked even more nonplussed. In the short time she’d known him it seemed that his only emotion was disappointment. “Mr. Dewitt, we have to do something…” Elizabeth said, feeling helpless.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he grumbled, “If nothing else, a stink cloud following us around will certainly attract even more attention.”

Elizabeth couldn’t really tell if this was a joke or not, but the annoyance she felt earlier was already resurfacing. “C’mon, there have to be some diapers somewhere.”