Grocery Store Humiliation - By Hal

Here's a story I wrote a while back and have recently re-tooled.

My goal was to combined a "Jenny" and an "artifice exposed" plot line in a single story. 

Grocery Store Humiliation

By Hal

Last night after work I stopped at the grocery store and was treated to a lovely sight.

An attractive woman who looked to be in her early 30's was shopping with a young girl. I heard the girl refer to the woman as “Aunt Jenny” so I assumed that the girl was her niece.

Anyway, I first saw the pair upon walking into the store. The girl looked to be about 8 or 9, and she was protesting her Aunt’s plan to make her ride in the cart. I thought she was a little old for that myself, but “Aunt Jenny” didn’t want to hear any argument. The girl was lifted into the cart and sat there looking embarrassed. I really felt for the kid. To make matters worse, the women handed the girl a small teddy bear. Satisfied, she wheeled her cart around and began her shopping.

The woman was wearing a gray business suit--- skirt, jacket and white silk blouse. She was also wearing light tan pantyhose (an assumption at this point-- she might have been wearing garters and stockings but I didn’t think so—later I was proved right). Black pumps completed the outfit.

This was one well- put together woman. She had beautiful blond hair, nice full breasts, and a curvy ass. She also had a nice complexion, lightly tanned.

I followed behind them, enjoying the view. “Aunt Jenny” seemed rather aloof, a career woman looking with disdain at the other shopping housewives being trailed by noisy children. Her expression seemed to imply that she was above that sort of lifestyle. It looked to me like she was the sort of woman who was always aloof, always impeccably dressed, and always firmly in control.

I lost sight of her as she turned down an aisle but soon came back upon her in the dairy section. She was talking to the young girl about something, leaning on the handle of her cart. I was coming up behind her and what a view!

Her gray business skirt was fitted and was about two inches over her knee. She had taken of her jacket and draped it over the handle of the cart. I could just make out the outline of her bra straps under the silk blouse.

Damn this woman was in shape! a very nice ass packed in a rather snug gray business skirt and sheer pantyhose-- I looked for any tell tale signs of panty-lines but it was a smooth silhouette. The thought of that tight ass encased in sheer hose had me a little bothered, to say the least.

Now here's the great part-- as she was talking to the young girl, she had popped her left shoe off. Her delicate, nyloned foot was rubbing an itch on her right calf. The sight of her stocking heel and sole set my heart racing.

Her pantyhosed foot went up and down, and all that was missing was the sound effects-- you know, that delicious faint scratching sound that nylon makes when rubbed together-- almost as exciting as high heeled pumps walking on a hard surface.

The woman finished scratching her right leg and her left foot began searching for her abandoned pump.

I was still enjoying the view of her smooth, skirted ass and nyloned foot when I made my decision-- and also my move.

As I was coming up behind her (her cart was flush against the milk section railing and I was passing her on the left) I "accidentally" kicked her shoe.

I made sure to give a fairly good kick in a straight line, and the lost pump went down the aisle.

Fortunately, the rest of the aisle was clear, with no one to “save the day”.

I stopped and apologized to the stricken woman and she mumbled that it was ok.

The thing is, I believe she was acutely embarrassed.

I mean here she was, this well dressed career woman (she looked like a lawyer) now running around barefoot in pantyhose in a grocery store!

The young girl squealed and career lady went slowly forward, hobbling with one pump on and one pump off. I of course had stopped and was watching the delightful scene (that I had engineered on the spur of the moment).

Because this was the dairy section, I imagine the floor was cold on her stockinged foot. I could also see her once immaculate nyloned sole get a little dirty form the floor. Career lady certainly seemed discombobulated, her face flushing beat red.

At this point, I thought there would be little more to see—the woman would claim her shoe and that would be the end of the story. Boy was I wrong!

Her shoe had ended up wedged at the base of an open dairy locker. She stopped her cart and bent down to pick up the shoe. Turning her back towards the locker, her tight ass resting on its lip, she lifted her foot up to put her pump back on. In that moment, she overbalanced and fell over backwards into the locker!

I could see her magnificent pantyhosed legs flailing up and down as she struggled amongst the cases of frozen peas. Her blouse had been pushed up, and she was displaying a generous view of nyloned thigh. I could also see the slightly darker portion of her pantyhose band around her upper thigh.

She continued to struggle, kicking her nyloned legs. Her delicate bare foot raked the lip of the locker while the still pumped one stuck straight up. As she continued to kick her legs, she lost her other pump and was now completely barefoot in pantyhose.

The girl in the cart looked on with amazement as career lady, now severely disheveled, got herself under control and hauled herself out of the locker. During her struggles, several buttons of her blouse had come undone and I could see one of her lacy bra straps—it had slipped of her shoulder and now hung loosely off her upper arm.

Her hair, once so immaculately coifed, was now loose and strands of her blond hair were falling in her face. Her face was beat red with humiliation. It was then that I noticed something funny about the hair on the top of her head—it was crooked—she was wearing a wig! She didn’t know it yet, but she was also about to lose her hair if she wasn’t careful!

I saw her extend one lovely, pantyhosed clad leg as she climbed out of the locker. With her skirt bunched up, I now got a glimpse of her nyloned ass. It looked like she was wearing full cut briefs under her pantyhose—which I thought was odd. I would have figured career lady for a thong.

Getting her bare stockinged feet under her, she pulled her skirt down with an elegant wiggle.

The aisle was pretty deserted, but a few people had witnessed her mishap (myself included!). At this point, she was struggling to regain her composure. She looked down the aisle at me with a look that would have melted ice. Fortunately, a stock boy had come up to her and her attention was diverted away.

I heard the stockboy ask her is she was all right and then the impossible happened—her skirt zipper must have been damaged in her struggles because suddenly, her skirt dropped in a heap around her bare, nyloned feet! It lay there abandoned, a pool of expensive gray cloth.

Things rapidly went from bad to worse, for as career lady looked down at the skirt about her feet, her wig gave up the ghost and toppled to the floor like a piece of ripe fruit falling from a tree.

Career lady let out a loud “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!!!” and immediately her hands went to the hem of her short blouse. She tried to pull it down lower on her thighs, but it was useless, She was standing in the middle of a grocery store barefoot, her wig and skirt off, with her pantyhosed ass on display for all to see!

The little girl in the cart was laughing and pointing.

“Aunt Jenny wears a wig! Aunt Jenny wears a wig!” she chanted. “I see someone’s underpants!” she finished with glee.

“OH! OH!”, cried career lady. Her hands went to her now mousy hair, frantically searching for her lost glory.

“Underwear showing, underwear showing!” laughed the little girl in the cart.

Career lady was now slightly crouched down and turning sideways, trying to present a minimum profile.

“OH!” she cried again, her hands now going to her ass. She crossed her wrists, palms upwards, making a futile attempt to cover her underpants.

With her blouse partly opened, I could see her bra and chest. From the neck down, she was white! Her tanned complexion was fake!

Something was also bugging me about her panties, now that I could see them clearly. Suddenly it dawned on me—she was wearing shaping panties! I could see the cheek pads. This curvaceous shapely woman with the gorgeous blond hair was now revealed as a flat assed, mousy haired fraud!

Now, anyone in that situation thinking straight would have simply grabbed up the skirt and covered herself. However, career lady was now in a panic. Her niece was still laughing and pointing, and began to climb out of the cart. With the darker portion of her pantyhose and shaping panties on full display, the distressed woman turned away to run.

I was again treated to the sight of that magnificent, tightly encased ass (which I now knew was completely artificial!)

The stockboy had his hands on the women’s shoulder, trying to calm her down. As she turned to run down the aisle, he grabbed at her blouse, trying to stop her. Career lady kept going. The blouse stayed where it was.

There was a loud rip and then career lady was off, running down the aisle in her just her underwear.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she squealed, her hands crossing in front of her chest. I could see she was wearing a matching white lace bra—I should have known—no way career lady would not be color coordinated!

Her other bra strap had also by now fallen down on her upper arm. If she wasn’t careful, I thought, career lady was going to lose her bra!

Her nyloned legs flashing, the underwear clad business woman ran away down the aisle, the stock boy, her niece (who had by now climbed out of the cart), and myself in hot pursuit.

Patrons of the stores were laughing and pointing at the woman, who now stopped and assumed a posture of distress—one arm across her chest trying to conceal her bra, the other down about her pantyhosed crotch. She was crouching down, half turned away from the crowd in a vain attempt to conceal her underpants and bra.

She had a thin, pale body and we could all see the waistband of her pantyhose enclosing a skinny waist and stomach.

Career lady was now on the move. I saw her try to run down another aisle in a futile attempt to find cover, but her stockinged feet could find no purchase on the highly polished floor. Her legs came out from under her and she began to slide on her slick, pantyhosed ass down the aisle!

As she slid, friction caused her hose and panties to slide down low on her waist. In short, she was coming out of her underwear!

Her fate was sealed as a concerned young man reached down to stop her as she whooshed past him. He managed to grab a fist full of her waistbands. Unfortunately, her speed caused her to twist completely around, her forward momentum causing her hose and shaping panties to be yanked down around her shins.

She came to rest in a heap against a shelf in the baby aisle. Her bra straps were now hanging very low on her arms.

She seemed stunned, struggling to sit up, her arms flailing. She scissored her legs, trying to get them under her. As she did, her ruined hose and shaping panties, whose waistbands were radically stretched out, finally gave up the ghost and pulled completely free of one leg. I could see her legs were as pale as her body—she was fish belly white!

It was funny-- in her skirt, hose and heels her legs looked fantastic. Now however, they just looked thin and spindly. The overhead lights didn’t help, exacerbating her pale skin.

Career lady was still having problems. She was crying, her make-up running. Her bra had come off her shoulders and was now hanging loosely on her upper arms. She was in very real danger of losing it and having her shapely breasts spill out in front of everyone.

I could now see her once curvy ass was indeed flat as a board.

I can only guess why she next did what she did. Perhaps she was looking for anything to cover up with. Maybe it was blind panic at being so exposed in a public place. Standing up, she seemed to spy a package of depends diapers. She reached up, ripped open the package, and began to tape a diaper on over

her flat ass. She was diapering herself!

She held out one hand as the stockboy approached her, a crowd following behind (including myself). Turing half-away, she completed fastening the diaper on. Career lady now looked completely ludicrous, her now diapered ass on full display!

Where was the well put together business woman of only a few minutes ago?

It was at this point that her bra finally came undone. What shocked the crowd in front of her was when her inserts fell to the floor.

“Why, she’s wearing falsies!”, exclaimed the stock boy.

It was true. Career lady was flat as a board. Her shapely breasts were just another lie. How could I have thought this skinny, pale girl was ever attractive?

She stood there in public, in the aisle of a grocery store, diapered, her small breasts exposed. Her hair was a mess and her make-up was running. Her face was red from crying. Where was the cool, aloof business women in the tailored business suit and high heeled pumps?.

At this point, her niece came up from the other direction, wheeling the cart. Career lady’s diapered ass hit the lip and legs flying, she fell diapered ass over teakettle into the cart. Her thin, white legs were draped over the sides of the cart. I could see the soles of her feet were dirty. Her thin, mousy hair hung listless in eyes. Her flat chest heaved.

No longer was she the beautiful, business suited self-assured career woman with gorgeous hair and enviable figure of a few minutes ago. She was now revealed as a pale, thin haired, flat chested, skinny girl. Her stylish business suit had been replaced by a disposable diaper, which now hugged her flat ass.

Career lady now seemed in shock—she and her niece had somehow changed places—now SHE was the little girl in the cart! And DIAPERED to boot! She made no attempt to cover her exposed tiny breasts. Her thumb seemed to find her mouth and she now clutched the discarded teddy bear.

I thought it funny—an hour ago, career lady was probably clutching a P.D.A., impeccably groomed in her business suit at the office in complete charge. Now here she was diapered in public, exposed, barefoot, sucking her thumb and holding onto a teddy bear, her beauty and adulthood lost, apparently in the charge of her niece.

As the crowd laughed and pointed, I saw the stockboy direct the girl to wheel the cart towards the back room. The last I saw of career lady was her being loaded into an ambulance, still diapered, restrained on a gurney. She was drooling. Probably headed to the mental ward.

Ah well, you never know what you’ll see at your local grocery store!

:)