A Learning Experience

“But Mommmmmy,” Emmy whined, squirming in place, hands clenched around the hem of her perfectly-sized pink dress, just long enough to keep her diaper hidden, yet still short enough to make her self-conscious about it. “I really hafta go…”

“I’m sure you do, dear,” Cassie smiled at her, drinking in every moment of the girl’s discomfort. “But we’re on a walk, aren’t we?”

It had been a mean trick… But that didn’t make it any less entertaining to watch. A dose of a powerful, new laxative – put into some prune babyfood, so Emmy would blame it on that – and then a ‘sudden’ decision that they both needed to get some exercise had been all it took. Cassie had measured out the drug carefully, ensuring it was a safe amount for someone her baby girl’s size, while still being very, very effective.

On the car ride over, Cassie had already seen Emmy fidgeting, although when she asked if everything was all right, the girl had said yes, probably assuming it wasn’t that bad, that she’d be able to wait until they got back home, and could beg her Mommy to use her potty seat, since there was no way she’d be allowed to go into the bathrooms at the park. They’d only have toilets there, and Mommy had told her, in no uncertain terms, those were off-limits.

By the time Emmy had gotten desperate enough to say anything herself, it was too late. They were partway through their walk, in the middle of the woods, the public bathrooms much too far away for them to return to in time… Not that Emmy had known that.

“Just this once, Mommy,” Emmy pleaded. “I-I’ve been a good girl lately, a-and I won’t try to use the toilet any other time, a-and…”

Cassie saw her face go red in the middle of the sentence, watched her wriggling intensify, until, as she trailed away, there was no doubt what was happening. Of course, it was far more fun to play dumb, to ask, “What’s wrong, sweetie?” and see her baby girl unable to answer, grunting and gritting her teeth. “Uh-oh,” Cassie cooed. “What’s going on, Emmy?”

There was little cuter than a big baby blushing, claiming they were doing, “N-Nothin’…” when that was very obviously not the case, as if they thought they were hiding it, or that everyone around them was just as small and silly as them, and didn’t already know.

Cassie played along, for a moment. “Let’s get going, then,” she said. “The sooner we finish up, the sooner we can get home for dessert!” But, unsurprisingly, Emmy didn’t budge. “What are you doing?” Cassie asked innocently. Finally, she sniffed the air. “Emmy… What are you doing?”

“I-I…” Emmy stammered, helpless to stop her Mommy from lifting her skirt, exposing her expanding diaper.

“Emmy!” Cassie scolded. “If you had to go this badly, why didn’t you ask for your potty before we left?”

“I-I…” Emmy tried again, getting no further than last time. If she said she hadn’t known she had to go, then wasn’t that the same as admitting she needed her diapers? As much as she was messing now, and as quickly as the need had appeared, she was, essentially, saying she couldn’t be trusted in big girl panties. If all it took was one little jar of pureed prunes, and the amount of time it had taken to get from the house to the park, and a little ways into one of the shorter walking paths there, to have this big of an accident, some amount of protection was definitely warranted…

“Well, young lady,” Cassie shook her head. “You know the rules… Little babies who go poo-poo in their Pampers aren’t big enough to walk, are they?”

“But…. Mommy!” Emmy gasped. “W-We’re not at home!”

“I know that,” Cassie told her. “Which makes you doing this here all the more embarrassing for me. But rules are rules… If you aren’t a big enough girl to tell me you need the potty in time, then you can just crawl your way back to the car.”

She stomped her little foot, but Cassie couldn’t imagine how incredibly helpless she must feel after this, how tiny. Pouting, she got down onto her hands and knees in the grass, staring up at Cassie, as if asking if she were serious about this.

She was; why else would she have made the girl wear a dress the perfect length to put her diapered bottom on display when she was on all fours? “Come along,” she ordered, walking ahead. “I can’t wait to have my dessert, anyway… Once I get you tucked into your crib nice and early.”

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 18

Janet really wanted the training panties, but, as she stood there, squirming in place, feeling the mass in her diaper shift and squelch with each tiny movement, it was impossible for her to build up the courage to ask for them. She’d just proven she didn’t really deserve them… Anyone who did that belonged in diapers, real, thick, bulky diapers…

Defeated, she pointed at the package Hazel had been pushing for. “Aww!” Kenzi pouted. “Don’t you at least want to try these?” she asked, giving the Pampers a shake. “You’d look so cute in them!”

“She already made her choice, Kenzi,” Zella rolled her eyes. “Sorry… Step-sister knows best.”

“Is that right?” She shoved the Pampers back onto the shelf, squatting down onto the same eye level as Janet. “Do you do everything your big sister says, little Prissy?”

Janet swallowed, blushing, trying to look away from her former schoolmate, only to have her cheeks squeezed between the larger girl’s fingers, held in place. She whimpered, feeling a fresh trickle of wetness start to make its way into her already filthy diaper, terrified that, if Kenzi looked too long, she’d realize who she actually was.

“Well?” Kenzi demanded.

Janet didn’t really have an answer for her… Or, rather, she didn’t know what Kenzi wanted. Was she supposed to say yes? Hazel would like that… But it sounded like Kenzi might prefer to hear she had a little more backbone than that – although choosing to wear Pampers hardly felt like a good demonstration – and she was right there, in her face…

Zella was close, too, however, could overhear it all… And she was the one Janet was going to be living with for the rest of the weekend. She didn’t think she was going to impress either one with her answer, no matter how much she’d wanted, back in her high school days, to prove to them, or anyone, how cool she was, but she nodded her head. “Y-Yeah,” she mumbled.

Kenzi smirked, chuckled, her other hand moving up, cupping the mushy seat of the girl’s diaper, making her squeak and squirm as she gave it a squeeze. “Maybe that’s why you ended up here like this,” she told her, a little more quietly.

“Oh, good,” Hazel declared, interrupting their moment. “They have more soakers, too… With enough of these, and the new overnights, I bet I could go a whole day without having to change you if I wanted.”

“No!” Janet gasped. It would be bad enough toddling around in an even thicker diaper for a whole day… Having to do that while she was wet would be so much more humiliating, constantly surrounded by the squishiness, reminding her of how big a baby she really was… And if she messed again?! That was kind of the ultimate expression of her fall into babyhood, being in such a stinky, mucky diaper, and knowing that not only was she not allowed to change herself, she had to wait until her babysitter decided it was time, even if that was hours away…

And, she realized in horror, she was already there. It was up to Hazel when, or if, she got changed…. And this was happening out in public. She whimpered, staring up at Zella, trying to reconcile the reality she knew, that the girl was her step-daughter now, not her big sister, not a babysitter, but it was almost impossible, all things considered, especially with Kenzi’s hand right on the seat of her lumpy diaper.

“I thought you did whatever she wanted,” Kenzi teased. “That includes letting her diaper you up nice and extra thick and then not having to worry about changing you, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yeah,” Janet admitted reluctantly.

Kenzi raised an eyebrow with a skeptical, “Hmm,” clearly not convinced. She did let go of Janet, however, standing back up as Hazel walked over to them, shoving the package of diapers into Janet’s hands, followed by a second, and a third, until it was all Janet could do to keep from dropping them

“There you go,” she said. “Since those are yours, you might as well carry them.”

“B-But…” Janet groaned. She felt ridiculous, holding them, toddling around with them when it was clear she was wearing them, too, or at least something very similar to them… Although, honestly, it wasn’t like it really mattered. Any of the three could have had them, and it would be obvious they were hers, and that, if they had that many, she must really need them. There was just something about having to wrap her arms around them, carry them around, that made it extra embarrassing.

“And here’s these, too,” Zella set the soaker pads on top of the diapers, the plastic of the packages slippery enough that Janet had to push her chin down onto them, pinching them together, making it look even more as if she were giving them a pleasant hug. “Don’t let them fall… We’re getting them one way or the other. I don’t mind marching back here to get another pack… Do you?”

“I-I’ll keep track of them,” Janet promised.

It took both arms for her to keep ahold of the diapers, so she didn’t have to hold Hazel’s hand… The bigger girl and her friend walked to either side of her, though, escorting her, keeping her moving with swats to her messy diaper if she started to slow down. It would have been nice to get out of the diaper aisle, were she not carrying what felt like half of the contents around with her… And if they hadn’t went right for the baby food aisle next.

“I don’t need baby food!” she hissed, not wanting anyone else to overhear her, even though she knew it was probably pretty obvious it was for her, considering her outfit, and the diapers. “I can eat real food!”

But they just kept giggling, sorting through the tiny jars and pouches, picking flavors out without asking Janet what she liked or wanted – although, to be fair, the answer would have been ‘none of it’.

“Hmm,” Kenzi mused, after a few, long minutes of Janet whining and looking around anxiously, hoping nobody she knew saw her here, like this. “I don’t think she’s going to be able to carry all of this.”

“W-We don’t really need the soakers,” Janet helpfully suggested. “And we don’t need that much baby food, so….”

“I’ll go get us something to put it in,” Hazel offered, cutting her off. “Can you watch her for a minute?”

“Of course!” Kenzi grinned. “She’s like my niece now… I’ll take very good care of her.”

She kneeled down again, as Janet watched Zella walk off, wondering what she was going to get… She wasn’t sure if a basket would be big enough for the diapers to fit into, though maybe she’d be able to off-load the soakers, at least. A cart would fit everything, easily… But then Hazel might make her sit in the front, and sitting anywhere at the moment didn’t sound fun…

“Here,” Kenzi gently took the diapers out of Janet’s hands, setting them down on the floor beside her. “We’ll be waiting for a sec.”

Janet was grateful, for a split second, until she realized she was now more exposed, more easily recognized, without anything to block her. And, to make matters worse, Kenzi was taking out her phone, aiming it at her.

“N-No,” she pouted, hands unsure what to do, reaching for the crotch of her onesie, as if she could use it to hide her bulky, messy diaper any better than it already was, then up to her face. “N-No pictures!”

“But sweetie,” Kenzi told her in a sing-songy voice, “I hafta show off my precious little niece to all my friends!”

“No!” Janet whimpered, finally making a choice and covering her face. She didn’t know how close Kenzi was to her high school friends, but she couldn’t let any of them see her this way… The more people that spotted her, the bigger chance there would be that one of them would figure out the truth, and tell Kenzi. As much as she’d wanted Zella to figure it out the previous day, she wasn’t sure she wanted Kenzi to know…

And, honestly, she wasn’t positive about Hazel anymore, either. Things had gone too far now… Zella might feel bad for what she’d done, but Janet couldn’t deny that she’d proven that the girl might not have been completely wrong… To have used diapers as much as she had, maybe she really did need them… For someone Prissy’s age, whatever that really was, it was embarrassing, though not completely unusual… For an adult, like Janet?!

“Come on, hands down,” Kenzi said, quietly at first, then more harshly. “Hands down, Prissy, or I’ll tell Zella you tried to run away, and she’ll finish what she started out by the entrance, and I’ll still get my video!”

Janet quickly dropped her hands to her side, staring down at her feet helplessly, terrified of getting spanked here, like this. Kenzi stepped in closer, aiming her phone up at Janet’s scared, sniffly face. “Why are you so cute, Prissy?” Kenzi asked.

Janet shook her head, trying not to answer, but Kenzi wasn’t going to accept that. “I-I dunno,” she shrugged, finally.

“I do!” Kenzi declared, spinning her around, and, with one, fateful tug, opening up the onesie, exposing the droopy diaper within to anyone and everyone looking.

“No!” Janet gasped, grabbing for the flaps of the onesie, trying to pull them down, to hide again, to no avail.

“Look at these sweet, pink diapers!” Kenzi narrated. “Aren’t they just the most ador… Uh-oh!” She sniffed dramatically, giving the diaper’s bottom a poke. “What happened here, Prissy?”

Janet had enough time to feel glad she was facing away from the camera before Kenzi turned her around again, capturing her humiliated expression. “What did you do, Prissy?”

“I-I…” Janet stammered, face beet red.

“Did you go poo-poo in your diapies?” Kenzi mocked.

“N-Nooo,” Janet shook her head, squeaking when her tormentor reached down, gave them a pat.

“Are you sure?”

“N-No,” Janet sighed.

“Why would you do that?” Kenzi asked. “Why didn’t you wait for the bathroom, like a big girl? Is it because you aren’t a big girl?”

“I-I am!” Janet insisted.

“You messed your diaper,” Kenzi reminded her. “Does that make you a big girl? Or does that make you a baby?”

The question was so unfair, especially now, with her standing there, in her squishy diaper, a whole pile of fresh diapers sitting beside her, waiting… “I-I’m not…”

“I agree,” Kenzi leapt on her opportunity. “You’re not a big girl at all, are you? You’re just a baby who needs her diapers, aren’t you?”

Janet stomped her foot with a pout. “I’m not!”

“Tell me what you did, and why, or Auntie Kenzi is going to tell your big sister about what a bad baby you’ve been behaving like while she was gone.”

Janet whimpered, looking around, blushing deeper as she accidentally caught the eye of more shoppers, positive they saw her diapers on display. Hazel was nowhere to be found… “I-I went poopy in my diapers,” she said with a sigh. “B-Because I need them, ’cause I’m just a b-baby…”

“So clever!” Kenzi gushed, finally putting her phone away, tugging the flaps of the onesie down, snapping them back into place, hugging Janet’s diaper closer to her bottom again, making her feel anything but clever.

Finally, Hazel returned, carrying a basket, which the bigger girls quickly filled with baby food, not even offering to put any of the things Janet was tasked with carrying in it as she struggled to pick them all up again. “Why did you even set them down?” Zella rolled her eyes, watching her. “I wasn’t gone that long!”

Janet glared up at Kenzi, who only smirked, not bothering to point out that she’d suggested it. Finally, arms full once more, she toddled after them, even further away from the cash registers. She was in the midst of crafting a way to point that out without getting in trouble for ‘complaining’ when they stopped, and she saw that they were headed to the clothes.

She breathed a sigh of relief. This was, probably, the one place she was happy to end up in, knowing that it meant they were going to get her something else to wear, something that might hide her diaper… They’d even brought her to the Juniors’ department. She liked dressing a bit more professionally than anything there, but it was worlds better than the kids’ section, which was definitely what she was expecting.

“You go ahead and start looking,” Hazel told Kenzi. “I’ll get her set up.”

There was no attendant outside the fitting rooms, nobody to enforce the posted rule asking them not to take any un-purchased merchandise other than clothes they were trying on inside the rooms, so Zella brought it all in, setting the basket down on the floor, letting Janet lay down her diapers. Instead of helping Janet get out of her onesie, however, she picked the girl up, setting her down on the bench, fully clothed.

Janet gasped, toes and nose curling up in disgust as her backside sank fully into the mushy mass in her pants, sending it squishing and rushing in every direction, spreading all the further throughout her diaper. It was incredibly mortifying, almost more than the messing itself had been, leaving her unable to do anything but sit and suck her pacifier for a few moments in stunned silence while Zella ordered, “Stay right there. If you’ve moved at all when I get back, you’re going to regret it… And if I catch you even looking at the door…” The threat hung heavy in the air. “Understand?”

Janet, at first, shook her head, trying to signify that she wasn’t going anywhere, before her brain caught up with her body and made her nod instead, to actually answer the question. “I-I understand,” she mumbled from behind her paci, positive her voice sounded quieter and more babyish, too, to match how she was feeling.

She was definitely worried about what they were going to pick for her; she would have been happy to be out of the public’s eye, if Hazel hadn’t made her sit down. She wiggled, struggling frantically to find a comfortable position, quickly realizing that wasn’t possible. No matter what she did, or how she sat, there was no escaping the truth of what she’d done to herself, of how much of a baby she was, just like Kenzi had made her say.

When Hazel returned, it was with one of the last things Janet would have expected – a bikini. It definitely wasn’t going to help her hide her diaper, but it would be nice to get to dress up in it, to feel like an adult again…

But Zella didn’t unsnap her onesie for her, or take it off… She started to undress herself, giving no thought to Janet sitting there, paying her no more mind than she would have any other toddler. In no time, she was stripped down to her bra and panties, trying the bikini on over top of it. She examined herself, began to turn to Janet, then, after a knock on the door, opened it and let Kenzi in.

“You look so hot!” Kenzi giggled, hanging up a bikini of her own, beginning to take off her own clothes. Janet blushed, nursing away on her pacifier, the sight of these girls mostly naked reminding her of how much they’d teased her for how small and undeveloped she’d been in high school… And how little she’d changed since then. If anything, right now, she felt tinier than ever.

This wasn’t fair! Weren’t they here to get her a new outfit? Why was she having to watch them flaunt their bodies, while she was still stuck here in her infantile onesie?! At the very least, this definitely felt like something they could have done after buying her at least one package of diapers and changing her, so she didn’t have to be trapped in her messy pants.

“That’s cute!” Hazel told her friend, when she was finished changing. “I think something with more red might be better, though… What do you think, Prissy?”

Janet looked up, shocked that they were asking her opinion. They definitely were, however, Zella slinking over, tugging the pacifier out of her mouth. Janet gulped, the loss of her one comfort making her all the more aware of the differences between her and the other two girls in this little room… And of the mush in her diaper.

“It’s okay, Prissy,” Kenzi giggled, bending over to boop the girl on the nose, showing off her impressive cleavage in the process in what hardly felt like an accident. “Tell us what you really think.”

What she really thought… She knew that probably wasn’t what they actually wanted, but it was hard to hold it back. She almost wasn’t sure what was going to come out of her mouth as she opened it, saying…

“Can I try something on next? You promised me a new outfit!”

“Can you please, please change me? This diaper’s so icky!”

“You both look really pretty! I hope I look like you two when I’m a big girl!”

 

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 17

Janet wanted to be a good girl, had convinced herself it was the best way to get through this experience… But this time, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She was on the verge of a disaster in her diapers, and – as much as she’d have liked to give Hazel what she wanted – there wasn’t time to comply with her babysitter’s orders.

“Z-Zella, please!” she whimpered, bouncing and squirming, trying to press her legs together despite the bulk. “Pl-Please, can we…?!”

But she wasn’t even allowed to finish her question before Hazel delivered a harsh swat to her backside, the loud, crackling smack against the rear of her diaper taking away any tiny doubt that Kenzi, or anyone else nearby, might have had about what Janet was wearing. Janet, herself, jumped, shocked at how much it hurt through her diaper – her bottom already being sore from her first spanking didn’t help, surely – and scared, recalling how painful and humiliating that first spanking had been…

“It’s a simple request, Prissy… Stop being a little brat and introduce yourself!”

Janet could barely process the words, however, her mind suddenly a million miles away as her cheeks darkened more and more. Maybe, if she’d obeyed, she could have asked the same question she’d attempted without getting interrupted afterwards… It was really that one swat, the punishment for being ‘rude’, that had pushed her over the edge…

It hardly mattered now; it had begun, and she wasn’t sure she could stop it. She groaned, the tiny, sticky spot in the seat of her pants exploding as her body pushed, her diaper crinkling, onesie pulled a bit tighter as she felt the backside of her padding swelling outwards. Another outfit might have hidden the evidence a little better, but in the tight embrace of the onesie, there was no way she was going to be able to disguise this as anything other than what it was.

Of course, as a babysitter, she doubted that Zella wouldn’t figure out what was going on long before she had to rely on the sight of her slowly expanding seat. Maybe she already did… There was a definite smirk on her face as she ordered, “Come on, Prissy, you aren’t making things any better for yourself!”

Janet opened her mouth to reply, although she wasn’t sure what she was going to say. Before she could come up with anything, a little grunt escaped, followed by a renewed rush of stinky mush into her diaper, oozing around even more of her wiggling bottom, cradled tightly around it by her snug onesie, ensuring there was no escaping the evidence of the shameful thing she was doing.

She wasn’t certain if Hazel had figured it out or not, though, after another moment, there was no question her friend had. Kenzi giggled, raising a hand to her face a moment too late, and, even after she had, doing a bad job of hiding her expression, her other hand pointing straight at Janet’s padded posterior, making the smaller girl whimper, wishing there was something she could do to keep her, or anyone else, from seeing her.

“Priscilla!” Hazel exclaimed, making Janet squeak as she felt one firm hand clamp around her rear, squelching the contents of her diaper. “What do you think you’re doing, young lady?!”

Janet had known it could get worse, but she hadn’t realized how bad it would be, continuing to poop her pants, the attention of two of her former high school bullies firmly on her, whether they knew it was her or not, knowing that her babysitter must be able to feel the mass in her diaper continuing to grow. She couldn’t say anything, couldn’t do anything, except continue to push.

Zella sighed, shaking her head. “And you tried to tell me you didn’t need these diapers… Honestly, Prissy! If you don’t stop it right this minute, it only proves that you need diapers more than ever… And, for you, that’s saying something! Priscilla, I want you to stop, or I’m finished trying to potty train you, young lady. I mean it!”

Janet, obviously, would have loved to comply, even if her sitter wasn’t the one telling her to do it, but it was a lost cause. She’d been too far gone for a while now, and, at this point, there was really nothing she could do about it. She pouted up at her step-daughter, trying to communicate with her, to tell her that with her eyes, since her mouth didn’t want to work.

“All right, then,” Hazel sighed, pushing the pacifier back between Janet’s teeth. “We were getting you more diapers anyway… I guess we’ll just have to pick up an extra pack or two, because it looks like you’ll be wearing them for quite a while.”

Even though it completed the illusion of making her into an overgrown toddler, instead of the grown-up she knew she was – or had been, at one time – she was glad for the paci, glad to be able to suck on it, to try to calm herself down. Doing so, however, helped her to concentrate on something more than the little circle she, Hazel, and Kenzi were standing in, making her aware of the people passing by them, in and out of the store.

She groaned, fidgeting, wondering how many people had seen her like this. Maybe, if they hadn’t overheard Zella berating her, they hadn’t noticed… Except, her squatting stance, getting lower and lower as her body continued to relieve itself, had probably given it away. That, paired with the rows of ruffles across her now lumpy backside, had surely guaranteed everyone’s attention was drawn to her rear, had seen how much she’d used her diapers, and likely made them assume how badly she needed them, based on that.

And, even as she felt the thick, mushy flow slow, she knew that was going to continue. The diaper had slowed her down already, but the huge mess in it wasn’t going to help matters one bit, forcing her to struggle to keep up with Hazel’s pace, the evidence of her accident on full display behind her, the onesie doing very little to keep it hidden to anyone that knew what to look for.

“I-I’m sorry, Zella,” she mumbled behind her pacifier, once she could finally talk again.

“I imagine you are,” Hazel smirked. “I don’t have any diapers to change you into, so you’re going to have to stay in that for now, until we buy you some new ones. Now… Are you going to be a good girl?”

Janet nodded automatically, before even working out what Zella meant; she just knew that she was going to behave, that she didn’t have the will to resist right now, after what had happened. She wracked her brain, sucking away on her paci, trying to figure out the answer, only to get distracted every few seconds as someone else came into the entryway, walking past her and her stinky pants.

“Then do it,” Zella chuckled, giving her a tiny push, and a pat on her slightly drooping diaper, even the onesie not quite managing to keep it from sagging a bit after her accident.

Janet whimpered, nearly scrambling back behind the younger girl to hide, before, finally, she put it all together, realized what – or who – she was being shepherded towards. Now, there was no question what she was going to say, no way she was going to tell the truth. She didn’t want Hazel to get mad at her for ‘lying’, and she didn’t want to give Kenzi any more of a chance to recognize her, after what she’d done, than she had to.

“H-Hi, ma’am,” she sputtered around her paci, staring down at her feet. “M-My name is P-Priscilla.”

Kenzi knelt down in front of her, lifting the girl’s face to meet hers, keeping her from hiding, no matter how much she wanted to. “Well, Prissy,” she grinned. “It’s very nice to meet you. Is this normally how you greet people?”

Janet blushed and squealed as Kenzi reached behind her, giving her messy bottom a squeeze. “Well?” Hazel asked expectantly.

Janet shook her head, mortified. “N-No, ma’am,” she replied.

“Oh, it’s just for me, then?” Kenzi laughed, cupping her hands in front of her chest. “I’m touched.” She gave Janet’s backside a pat, then stood, staring down at her, making the older girl feel smaller than ever, standing there in her dirty diaper, nursing her pacifier frantically. “This is your baby sister, Zella?”

“She is,” Hazel nodded. “Jealous?”

“I am,” Kenzi said. “I only have a little brother, and he outgrew all of this ages ago.”

“I thought she had, too, but… Clearly not,” Zella shrugged. “Do you want to come with us? We’ve got some shopping to do, and I could always use an extra set of eyes for her.”

“I-I’ll be good,” Janet promised. After all, what was she going to do?! She was hardly about to go running through the store like this if she didn’t have to, and she had no car of her own there, no money, no phone, nothing… She was completely at Hazel’s mercy when it came to buying anything to let her change out of this icky, squishy diaper, or getting back home.

Hazel rolled her eyes. “I’ve heard that before. I’m sure the only reason you’re saying it now is so you might still have a chance to get ice cream, even though I’d say pooping your Pampers barely qualifies as behaving… But if you actually can stay on your best behavior the rest of the trip, I’ll still think about it.”

“I would love to join you,” Kenzi beamed, reaching down and grabbing one of Janet’s hands, Zella taking the other, answering the question of whether Janet was going to walk or be pushed in a cart for her. Even before the accident, this probably would have been what she’d have chosen, anyway, although it might be easier for her to avoid the notice of other shoppers seated in the cart… Now, there was no way she was going to volunteer to sit down anywhere if she didn’t have to.

Just walking was bad enough, especially when she had to keep up with two girls that were taller than her, and unencumbered by a bulky, messy diaper. It was quite the work-out, and she couldn’t help blushing as she toddled along, feeling the contents of her pants squelching with every tiny step.

She assumed Hazel knew where she was going, and kept her head down, not wanting to look at all the people she was passing, though it felt like it took far too long to get to anywhere in the store, as if she was simply being paraded around, on display, rather than with any particular destination in mind. She chalked it up to how much harder it was to get anywhere when dealing with a diaper, but the longer it went on, the less certain she was of the truth of that.

Finally, they came to a stop. “This is obviously the most important thing we need right now,” Zella announced, giving Janet a good idea of what she was going to see well before she lifted her head, and saw the row of diaper staring back at her, pack after pack, the babies on the front of each looking at her, judging her, seeing her as one of them.

“What kind does she wear?” Kenzi asked excitedly. “She’s so tiny… I bet she still fits into Pampers, doesn’t she?”

Janet groaned, shook her head, as the girl let go of her, stepping forward and grabbing a package. A few days ago, she would have been completely confident there was no way she’d fit into them… She had no idea if she could or not, really, but she felt small and helpless enough that, now, it wouldn’t have surprised her if she did.

“She doesn’t really have a brand yet,” Zella shrugged. “I’ve just been using what I had on hand. Those might work… I’m afraid she’d leak through them in no time, though. She might not look any bigger than a toddler, but she wets more than any of those I’ve ever taken care of.” Her eyes lit up as she dragged Janet a little further down the aisle, towards the youth-sized diapers. “Look, Prissy… They have overnights now!”

She pointed, Janet’s stomach churning at the sight of the same pink diapers she had on now, that she’d been wearing so far… But bragging about how much thicker and more absorbent they were than the originals.

“These might be a good idea,” she mused. “Since I won’t have to worry about getting you in and out of them to use the potty – not that you did that anyway – I wouldn’t have to change you as often…. And you could play, or work on your homework, for longer before I had to interrupt to get you some clean pants. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

Janet pouted, staring up at her step-daughter. She didn’t really want to have to sit in her wet – or worse, messy – diapers than she had to… But it would be easier for Zella, too, and it was obvious that was what she wanted… And Janet wanted to be a good girl for her…

She looked back towards Kenzi, still holding the Pampers, wondering if those would be any better or not. They wouldn’t be as bulky, which might make her feel a bit less infantile… Except, of course, they literally were for infants. If she fit into them… She blushed, thinking about it, unsure which of those options was worse.

Something else caught her eye, though, as she stood there, blushing. They were still intended for children, although she assumed they had as much of a chance to fit her as the Pampers, if not more. Did she had any chance of Hazel letting her wear them? That was less certain… They looked fairly thick, too, but not as bad as what she had on now. After declaring that Janet’s potty training was called off, however, it seemed unlikely she was going to be allowed to wear panties of any kind, even cutesy training ones like these.

Compared to everything else in that aisle, however, especially the things her two companions were suggesting, they were obviously the best, most mature choice. But did she really deserve that? She wrinkled her nose, squirming in place, feeling the mess in her pants shift again. It didn’t seem like it, honestly… Though, if Hazel had let her finish talking, had listened to her, and helped her out…

“I suppose, since you’re going to be wearing them, you can choose,” Hazel shrugged. “What do you think, Prissy? What do you want to wear?”

Janet looked from her to her friend, nibbling at her pacifier nervously as her gaze travelled back to the trainers. Did she dare suggest them? Would that be ‘naughty’ enough to keep her from getting her ice cream – which did sound good, at least if they also got her some new clothes to wear there, so she didn’t have to go in her onesie? Or would it be better to accept this, accept that she was going to be in diapers from now on, at least until Harrison got home to straighten this all out?

“Umm…” Janet swallowed, trying to think out her decision. “I want…

“The Pampers, I guess…”

“The pink diapers, so you won’t hafta worry about changing me as much.”

“Those training panties! I swear, if I had those, I could prove I’m a big girl!”

 

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