Corridors of Shame
Part II
Monica pushed through the curtain and stopped to examine her surroundings. The hallway looked the same as the room she was just standing in, just plain gray. It was long and empty. She looked ahead and saw a corner where it changed direction but that was the only feature that the hallway had. Determined to get this over with as soon as possible, she started forward. The wolf couldn’t wait to get out of this ridiculous baby outfit, especially the humiliating wad of cloth that was pinned between her legs. The bulky cloth diaper pushed against her thighs, spreading her legs further apart than she was used to. She muttered under her breath as she slightly toddled down the hall. This whole situation was absurd. Why did she even come here in the first place? Monica couldn’t remember what had initially drawn her to the building, but now she desperately wished she’d ignored it. God, I hope they're not taking pictures of me, she thought to herself. She could imagine someone sitting in a control booth somewhere watching her through a camera and taking pics or video footage to blackmail her with or send to all her friends or something like that. The wolf bristled at the thought, growling to herself as she took one more swipe at the romper snaps covering her diapered crotch. Her claws did nothing to the fabric, and the buttons held as firmly as ever. It didn’t matter, she’d have plenty of time to get out of the thing when she’d made it out of the hall.
Distracted by her own frustration, as well as the bulky diaper between her legs, Monica didn’t notice the pink pacifier that seemed to fly out of nowhere. It hit her square in the mouth, lodging itself firmly between the wolf’s teeth. “Mrph!” she recoiled backward in surprise.
Recovering from the initial shock, Monica tried to comprehend what was happening. The pacifier bobbed back and forth in her maw, completely against her will. She tried to stop sucking on the soft rubber bulb, but her mouth didn’t obey her. She tried to push the bulb out of her mouth, but her tongue refused to move. The wolf resorted to grabbing onto the plastic handle and yanking it out of her mouth. Despite grabbing it with both hands and pulling as hard as she could, the binky didn’t budge. She pulled again and again, but her mouth just wouldn’t let go. She kept sucking on the rubber nipple no matter how hard she tried to stop. A strange, calming sensation began washing over her but she fought against it with everything she had. Putting all of her strength into one final effort, the wolf re-gripped the binky and pulled. With a pop, the pacifier came out.
Monica breathed a sigh of relief, glad to be in control of her mouth again. Although, it felt strangely empty now. The wolf looked down at the pacifier she now held in her paws. She couldn’t see anything weird about it. It was pretty big, but other than that it looked like a normal pacifier. She was about to throw it away when something stopped her. Instead of chucking it as far away from her as she could like she wanted to, Monica just stood there staring at it. She wasn’t sure why, but for some reason the big binky suddenly seemed incredibly interesting to her. It almost felt ... inviting. A warm, fuzzy feeling began to creep into her mind as she stared at the rubber nipple.
Without thinking, the wolf took the pacifier and popped it back into her mouth. A warm sense of comfort crept over her as she suckled happily on the rubber teat. After a few minutes of blissful sucking, Monica finally realized what she’d just done. Panic lept into her chest as she once again grabbed the binky and tried to pull it out. It seemed more rooted in her mouth than ever, and the poor canine just didn’t have the strength left. She yanked and yanked as much as she could, her pulls getting weaker and weaker until her arms just fell away. She slumped a bit, arms hanging by her sides, knees buckling together, eyes half shut, cursed binky still bobbing rhythmically in her mouth. Monica swayed on her feet until she inevitably fell backward, landing on her soft, padded butt.
She couldn’t tell how long she sat there suckling. Time didn’t seem to mean much anymore. Her still conscious mind tried to fight her predicament, but her body was completely unresponsive. She couldn’t even fight the dopey smile that was creeping across her face. Though she was still aware of what was happening, her thoughts were cloudy and unfocussed. A warm haze had settled over her mind making sure that any resistance would amount to nothing. After what felt like hours, Monica became aware of a warm feeling in her crotch. Her diaper heated up as the warm piss from her emptying bladder pooled and eventually soaked into it. It spread slowly, first in the front, then in the back. I lost the game she thought calmly to herself with only a hint of disappointment and embarrassment as she sat in her confused state.
The diaper swelled a bit between her legs as it soaked up her accident. The smell of wolf piss enveloped her, but Monica couldn’t bring herself to care, she was too far under the pacifier’s influence. Her bladder finally empty, the wolf still didn’t stir from her spot on the floor. Her binky still bobbing in her muzzle, the stupid smile still plastered on her lips. Drool was starting to leak out the sides of her binky, but she didn’t notice, much less care. Her gut rumbled and her abdomen clenched. A small grunt passed by her pacifier shield. She knew what was about to happen, but she was powerless to really even think about it, much less act. Another grunt and her tail raised. A small, warm mass pushed its way out of her and into the seat of her soggy cloth diaper. She shifted a bit in her diaper as her tail thumped back down into place. She could feel it there pressing against her furry bum and the scent hung heavily around her, but all she could manage to do was blush slightly behind her binky’s shield. And like that, Monica the wolf sat in her corridor, until the lights went out.
