Diane suddenly felt woozy and stumbled, one of her high heels slipped off making it hard to balance her pantyhosed bare foot. She looked around and saw the fat man unzipping? It seemed it was a fat suit. and now a lean and nimble man came running toward her. Then she blacked....out.
Diane woke up in a large mirrored room tied to a chair. She sighed in relief to see her black dress was still on her... at least she hadn't been raped. she looked around and tried to shout but she was gagged she tried to rock the chair but it was bolted to the floor.
She felt a pressure in her bladder and regretted getting the jumbo size drink at the food court. she curled the toe of her stocking feet and tried to hold off the eminent problem. then she heard a crackling....
"Initiate compound minus-five."
What the hell, Diane thought as the room started to vibrate and hum. She felt nausous and felt herself slouch in her seat... she looked at her image in the mirrored wall she looked off somehow.... her dress straps had flopped down and her feet could barely reach the floor...she felt the bonds shift and loosen....in the excitement she felt her pee run down her leg the warm fluid making her curl her dangling toes? Wait a minute, she thought how can that be...she looked at the wall again....