April 30, 2021: Brain Melter Pt. 7 (Patreon)

Continuation of April 28, 2021 "Brain Melter Pt. 6"

Jessie walked into the mall in his rubber sissy outfit, a silver key flashing right between his breasts. It had been only a day since the brain-melter incident that had turned Jeff and Dane into baby-brained pants-fillers who did nothing but wet and poop their diapers and masturbate in them, filling them in every way possible while giggling and babbling helplessly.

As much as he needed a break, he knew that laying around the house and crying wouldn't help. Jessie needed to spend some time as Violet. And today was his day to take on one of the challenges floating around the Chirpersphere. This one had popped up not long after Jessie dropped his friends off at the hospital and made a narrow escape from being committed himself in the process.  And it seemed tailor made for him. And when he contacted them, the instructions got very specific.

"Go to the mall in your latex sissy outfit. Be sure to wear your smallest cage, with the key on a chain around your neck. Find a hot guy and offer him the key and whatever you do don't hold back as you piss your diaper under your rubber pants. Send pics of you giving away your key and of your ballooned rubber pants and you win the challenge!"

Jessie loved every word of it. And now, as Violet, she walked with as much determination as she could muster, her heart beating wildly as she imagined what all her friends would say when they saw her totally exposed at the mall. Especially that hottie Davey, who had egged her on more than anyone.

"This one's for you Davey," she said, taking a breath and setting her jaw as she walked into the mall. It was bustling that day. Families out enjoying a nice day pulled their kids away as the rubber sissy maid squeaked by in her bubblegum and blueberry colored outfit. High boots, long pink gloves, a ruffled rubber maid's apron, a tiny skirt that did nothing to hide the bright rubber pants stretched tight as a drum over thick cloth diapers, and her favorite purple wig done up in pigtails. She made quite the statement. At least the goth crowd at Spicy Subject and the Spencey's Gifts people seemed to dig it.

"Right on, girl! Let your freak flag fly!" said a stoner dude as she entered Spicy Subject. She browsed around a bit but didn't see anyone she wanted to give her key too. As she left she brushed passed an old woman, who seemed to be staring at her rather hard.

"Excuse me miss," she said, but Violet ignored her. She had one thing on her mind, and it was to find a guy to give her key to. She spotted a trio of meatheads walking out of the gym, and made her way toward them to proposition them, but they laughed and walked away.

"Sorry sissy, I'm taken," said one of them, while the other two just couldn't stop laughing. What a bust. All she had earned was a smack on the ass, leaving her butt cheek as red as her face.

"Excuse me! Young lady!" called the old woman, but again Violet was too busy scanning the crowd for a prospect. Then she spotted him walking out of the Hugh Supervisor Store. A man in a beautifully tailored business suit who had a little rose pin on his lapel and lavender sleeves peeking slightly out past the cuffs. It had to be a sign. She approached the man, determined to give him the key, when something stopped her.

It wasn't her lack of resolve, no, something had grabbed onto her wrist with an iron grip. She whirled around to see an old lady.

"Young lady, I believe you dropped this..."

"No time to talk, lady, I'm in a hurry- oh..." Jessie stopped when she saw what was in the woman's hand. It was a silver key. Her hand instinctively went to her chest where it clutched at air.

"Oh, thank you," She said reaching for the key, "I..." She paused when the woman pulled the key away.

"I hope you're not planning on giving this to some strange man. You know, some girls might call this old fashion, but I think it's great that you're saving yourself for the right person. And it wouldn't be becoming to throw that away so easily. Why don't you let Granny hold onto this for a while?"

"Hey, no!" said Violet, her face turning bright red. "I was supposed to give that to... to..." she scanned the area looking for the man.

"To whom?" asked Gran-Gran, looking around as if confused, then looking at Violet's skirt as if noticing what was under it for the first time. "Oh my..." she said. "Are you sure you're old enough to be at this mall by yourself? It looks to Granny like you're wearing a diaper, my dear!"

Violet reached down with her free hand and tried to pull down her tiny skirt but it was hopeless. Her diaper was obvious and this old lady was just making a scene. Then she realized something worse. She had chugged water before stepping out of the car to go into the mall. She'd wanted to make sure she would balloon out her rubber panties quickly and nicely and now it was coming to bite her in the ass, or rubber pants as it were.

"Oh my. Young lady, does somebody need to go to the potty?"

"Oh my godddd... let me go!" said Violet, buckling her knees and reaching for the key.

"I don't think so young lady," said Granny. "You know you should really learn some manners! I'm going to take you to the restroom like a proper lady and see if we can't sit you on the potty. Are you even potty trained, little missy?"

"I ammm," said Violet, stumbling along as the woman pulled her toward the bathrooms. Despite being quite tall, Violet seemed frail compared to Granny, which seemed improbable if not absurd.

"Come along, and stop fighting your Granny! And don't even think about getting away or you won't see this key ever again!"

Violet whined as she was pulled into the bathroom, feeling the first trickles of pee already leaking into her thick cloth diapers.

"Oh, come on, now," said Granny. "Surely you can hold it five more seconds til we get into the stall."

But all the stalls were taken.  Violet tried to run to the boys' bathroom but Granny was having none of it. It wasn't proper for little girly girls to go in there, she stated, Grabbing hold of Violet's wrist again and throwing her off balance. Violet fell as if in slow motion, landing on her hands and knees. At the moment of impact, her bladder gave way, flooding her panties with piss even as she crawled desperately toward the family restrooms, her rubber pants ballooning out larger and larger with each second until she couldn't even crawl anymore.

"Oh dear, we have quite a cleanup," said Gran-Gran, helping the sissy to her feet. "And I don't suppose you brought a change, did you?"

Violet shook her head, sobbing. "N-no... J-just let me go home. I don't wanna do this anymoooore..." she said, sobbing.

Gran-Gran shook her head. "And leave a little girl like you alone? Dear, you're not even old enough to make it to the potty. Looks to me like I got here just in time."

She tugged the sobbing sissy along with her, forcing Violet to waddle her baloon butt all the way through the mall while people laughed and stared. "Come along, dear. I have just the place for you..."

Around that time, Steinhauser sat at his desk, drumming his fingers and looking at his watch. Visiting hours were almost over, and Violet still hadn't shown up. He sighed. It was a shame, he thought they'd gotten an adorable new regular. He looked through the glass to see Ed, Jeff and Dane drooling and grinning, playing with the oversized cardboard bricks, before losing focus and humping them through their squishy diapers instead. Such a shame.

"She seemed so sweet too... And to go through all that alone... we could have really helped her." He shook his head. "Oh well, maybe it's better she doesn't see them like this... it must be hard."

He highlighted her name in the registry and was about to delete it when he decided to flag it instead. Who knew? Maybe she'd pop up in a few days or weeks. At least he hoped she would.

To be continued in Granny Grabbed and Wetworld...