Corridors of Shame
Part III
Debbie cautiously stepped through the curtain and looked around. She couldn’t see anything dangerous, just a long empty hallway. The doe took one careful step forward, and then another. Her diaper rustled between her legs, making her blush deeply. The foriegn bulk made moving a bit difficult, and the doe couldn’t walk with the same grace she normally did. Instead she waddled a bit with her hooves slightly splayed. She put her arms out away from her sides a little, subconsciously trying to help with her balance. She paused for a moment and tried to adjust the diaper in order to make it a little less hindering. Her blush deepened as she felt the bulky, infantile garment move around under her shortalls. At least no one can see it, she thought to herself. She remembered what Maddy and Haylee had been forced into and decided she got off lightly. She toddled onward, adjusting her puffy underpants periodically as she went.
The hallway was quiet save for the sounds of the doe’s hooves hitting the ground and her diaper rustling between her legs. The silence put Debbie more on edge than ever. Why is there nothing here? she asked herself. Surely the point of this all wasn’t just to make her walk down an empty hallway. Unless they just wanted to embarrass me, but surely there were easier ways to do that. Why go through all this trouble if the whole point was just to have her walk around in a diaper? The lady could have just as easily taken her picture in the starting room and been done with it. Maybe this is some sort of reality TV show, she certainly hoped not. She doubted she could stand the shame of potentially hundreds of people seeing her dressed like this. She would never be able to leave her apartment again! She shuddered at the thought of having to endure being known as the local diaper deer whenever she left home.
A sudden loud noise made her jump and she whirled around, heart hammering in her chest. She couldn’t see anything behind her, just the curtain she’d come through. Maybe they’re trying to scare me into wetting myself, Debbie thought. At this point, that might actually work. She stood there scanning the hall for a while trying to assess if she was in any danger. After a few minutes of nothing, she slowly turned back around to continue forward. She took one slow step, and that’s as far as she got.
Suddenly, something dropped from the ceiling. It was a navy blue, nylon baby bouncer with a big, pink heart on the front, easily big enough to fit someone like Debbie. It enveloped the poor deer’s torso and the crotch flap wrapped itself between her legs and fastened in the front before she had any time to react. The doe could only manage a startled yelp as she was yanked upward off her hooves.
The bouncer began rhythmically bouncing Debbie up and down, her hooves scraping the ground as she scrambled to get footing. The continuous bouncing was very disorienting and she struggled to get her bearings. Her diaper crinkled as it was pressed against her every time the bouncer went up, and every time she bounced she felt a strange pulling sensation in her gut. She soon felt something moving through her, and it didn’t take her long to figure out what was happening.
Oh God! Oh God! I have to stop this! She grabbed wildly at the bouncer. She pulled at the straps, tugged at the fabric, but nothing seemed to help. I need to stop all this bouncing she thought desperately. The doe continued her mad scramble to get her legs back under her. Her stomach gurgled suddenly and she felt something shift inside of her, jostled loose by the incessant bouncing. With a panicked yelp, she clenched her tail hole as hard as she could. She stretched out her legs as much as possible and her hooves were finally able to make contact with the ground. She pushed herself up as much as she could, to the point where the bouncer could no longer pull up on her as much.
Finally she was able to lessen the bouncing. The infernal device still tugged up and down on her, but with her legs braced against the floor, it couldn’t move her that much. Debbie stood there for a moment catching her breath. Her legs were splayed wide with the tips of her hooves just touching the floor. Her hands were balled into fists and held up by her head as if she wasn’t sure what to do with them. The doe let out a strained groan. After all that bouncing, she suddenly felt like she really had to go to the bathroom. Her bum hole ached a little from trying to resist. She groaned again.
I can’t stay like this forever, Debbie thought to herself. Her long, slender legs were beginning to tremble from the strain of supporting her in that position. She tried to bring them closer together in order to stand up better, but the bouncer seat as well as her thick diaper got in the way. She almost ended up slipping and falling back into the bouncer seat. A frustrated whine escaped her and she felt tears start to form in her eyes. I can’t cry now, she thought, I have to try and get out of this. I’ve got to focus. She looked down at the thing she was trapped in. Her eyes settled on the two large snaps that held the crotch flap on the bouncer shut. If she could reach those, then maybe she could have a chance to escape. Debbie reached for the snaps, but her arms weren’t long enough. She stretched a little further, then a little more. Sweat began forming on her brow as she strained to reach the buttons as well as keep her hooves on the floor.
She bent further forward and almost touched the snaps, but the change in her stance caused her hooves to slip out from under her. Another yelp escaped her as she fell back into the bouncer seat and the bouncing started up again. She grabbed wildly at the bouncer’s flap as she was bounced up and down like a yo-yo. Every time she got close to grabbing onto the snaps the change in direction would throw her off. Her guts started to shift again. With every bounce Debbie could feel something moving toward her tail hole, adding to the pressure that was already there. She gritted her teeth and kept reaching for the snaps. She managed to grab hold of one side of the flap and tried pulling. The snap didn’t come undone. She tried to pull again but she lost her grip on the fabric. Her gut rumbled loudly and the pressure on her backside grew.
“Eeep!” She focussed more of her energy on clenching. She was so close to failing at this point. It seemed harder for her to keep in control than it should have been, but she didn’t have time to ponder that now. She went for the flap again and this time managed to get it in both hands. She pulled hard, but the snaps were stubborn. Her gut was cramping now. A wet fart slipped out of her and she froze, not entirely sure if she hadn’t just lost the battle then and there. The feeling of the puffy diaper seat pressing against her butt with each bounce indicated to Debbie that she was indeed still clean so she kept at it. She knew she didn’t have long left so she didn’t hold anything back, pulling with all her might. She couldn’t pull as hard as she should have been able to though. The bouncing as well as trying not to soil herself had taken a lot of her energy. The snaps held firm. Another fart escaped into the doe’s diaper. Her stomach churned now and her tail hole ached badly. She prepared to give it one more good pull when a powerful stomach cramp hit her and forced her to let go and straighten up in order to reduce pressure on her gut. Debbie grabbed onto the straps of the bouncer for support and put every ounce of energy she had into not filling her diaper.
Another cramp hit, then another. Without warning, the pressure suddenly released as Debbies’s control failed. Thick mess shot out into her diaper. “NOOOOOOOOO!” she screamed as it piled up in her diaper seat. Her long legs and fluffy tail twitched as she lost all control. The bouncing quickly brought Debbie back down, landing her hard in her messy seat. Her furry rump squished down into her filth before being lifted back up again by the bouncer. With every bounce, more came out, and the deer’s backside immediately came back down on the growing load. It was smashed and smeared into every crevice of the doe’s fluffy bottom and every cranny of her diaper. Just when she thought it might be slowing down, another cramp hit Debbie’s stomach and a new wave of mess erupted out of her. The bouncing smashed the thick poop deep into the poor girl’s fur. The bouncer didn’t give the diaper much room to expand, so the mess didn’t have anywhere to go. It worked its way further up her bottom and into the front of her diaper where it covered her privates. Debbie wiggled and squirmed as the warm muck coated her further every time her rump came down and sunk further into the growing pile of shit.
Finally, it was over. A loud fart rippled through the thick shit the doe was stuck sitting in as the last of it finally escaped her. The deer hung there, gasping for breath, trying to process everything that had happened to her. The bouncer kept going, still mashing her filth around in her diaper. The feeling was disgusting, and the stench was horrible. Her face burned with shame and her breath caught in her chest. Trapped and humiliated as she was, Debbie did the only thing she could. She threw back her head and cried. So, Debbie the deer hung there, trapped in a bouncer, bouncing endlessly up and down, full diaper squishing under her bottom and stinking to high heaven. The doe cried and wailed like the little, smelly baby she was dressed as, until the lights went out.
