Minding Her Own Business

“Excuse me?” Emily knocked on the door of her professor’s office, barely waiting for an answer before barging in. “I need to talk to you.”

“Sure,” Dr. Harland forced a smile, “come on in.” She would have thought she’d be used to the young woman by now, as she was getting near to graduation, but it still hadn’t quite happened yet. “What do you need?”

Frantically, the woman thought back through Emily’s past few assignments, and her grades of them. Many times, Emily had come in, just like this, to protest a score she thought was a point or two too low, and, to avoid this, Dr. Harland had begun raising them all preemptively so she wouldn’t have to fight with her over it. Had she forgotten one? Or were her already-inflated grades still not good enough for the girl?

It wasn’t until she saw what Emily was carrying that she realized it might be something else. “What, uh… What do you have there?” she couldn’t help smirking, catching a glimpse of the adult diaper and mini-enema in her hand. The girl was rather petite, and she’d heard some of the other teachers describe her as bratty… Those would certainly suit her, though she doubted that was why she was here.

“I was performing an inventory on our supplies for class,” Emily told her, not seeming to notice anything off about the professor’s expression. “You had me fetch these for our last session, and there haven’t been any more since then, so I know exactly how many of each of these are supposed to be there.”

Dr. Harland closed her eyes for a moment, sighing, hoping Emily would take the hint. She didn’t, of course. “Why, Emily?” she asked. “That isn’t your job. I have a TA who keeps track of re-ordering, and…”

“Because I can,” Emily interrupted her. “You told me the password for the keypad on the supply room right in front of everyone, and I was walking past and thought I should make certain none of the other students had taken advantage of that.”

The teacher had given her the task because, like always, she’d been the first to volunteer, and it got the girl away from her for a few minutes… If she’d known it would lead to an extra meeting with her, she would have chosen someone else, or done it herself. It was too late now. “And?”

“There were some missing!” Emily exclaimed. “I know, because I took an entire pack of these,” she gave the diaper a squeeze, “and then one extra from a new pack, and there were only five of these,” she indicated the enema, “left after I got them for class. And now, the pack of diapers is half empty, and there were only four enemas!”

“Well, maybe…” Dr. Harland suggested.

“I asked the other professors in the department,” Emily continued, “and none of them have been using them.”

“Then perhaps one of your classmates decided they needed a little extra practice,” Dr. Harland said. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I considered that,” Emily told her, because of course she had. “And then I found…” she reached into the pocket of her scrubs, extracting a Wartenberg wheel. “This was out of place!”

She smiled proudly, as if this was the final piece of the puzzle, the one that should have made everything fall into place. “Okay?” the teacher shrugged. “So someone borrowed that, too.”

“I’ve heard,” Emily leaned in conspiratorially, “there are people who don’t just use this to test nerve sensitivity… I looked it up, and it can also be used for BDSM stuff. I think, between this, and these,” she squeezed the contents of her other arm, “someone is using your supplies in a very inappropriate manner.”

Dr. Harland did her best not to roll her eyes. “Sure,” she agreed, “that’s possible.”

Emily’s eyes widened, and immediately the older woman regretted her response. “That’s it?! Don’t you think someone should do something about this?!”

Something about that hit Dr. Harland’s ears a little differently; one of her colleagues had said something very similar last year, after Emily had done her best to prove one of her classmates had cheated on one of his tests, telling everyone about it before she had one shred of proof, of which, it turned out, there was none in the first place. And the year before that, Emily had been constantly ratting out underage students she’d seen at parties, students of the opposite gender she’d seen hanging out on the wrong floors of the dorm past curfew…

“You’re right,” Dr. Harland nodded. “Someone should do something about it.”

ABCOD

“Oh,” the girl said, eyeing Adyson skeptically. “Are you the big sister?”

Ady looked down at her, standing there, clearly unimpressed in her footed sleeper, a slight bulge evident from around the waist. “Yeah,” Adyson admitted. “I suppose so.”

It was odd, seeing someone else standing there, in her Mommy’s house, dressed the way she normally would have been. She’d known that the woman had gotten a new baby, of course, but she hadn’t met her yet, hadn’t known what to expect. She was cute, tiny, a good few inches shorter than Adyson, and definitely looked like she would be a handful.

“That must make you Kiki,” Adyson said, kneeling down a bit, to make the other girl feel even smaller. “Aren’t you adorable?”

Kiki giggled. “I dunno,” she answered bashfully, staring down at her feet for a moment, before glancing back up at Ady. “You’re not wearing a diaper?”

“N-No,” Adyson blushed, seeing that they were getting right down to it. “My Mommy and your… Well, my other Mommy… decided that I didn’t need one, unless I was having accidents, so…”

Kiki frowned, shook her head. “I don’t think that’s right,” she told Ady.

“I guess it’s just because I’m so much bigger than you,” Adyson teased, giving the girl’s bottom a crinkly pat. “I’m sure you’ll grow up one day, too!”

“No, that’s not it,” Kiki told her. “It’s a rule… Anyone who’s not a Mommy or Daddy who comes here has to be in a diaper.”

“I think you must be confused,” Adyson replied. “Maybe Mommy was throwing a party, and that was the rule there? I’m sure she didn’t mean it for all the time…”

“That’s what she says when my friends come over, too,” Kiki countered.

That didn’t really negate Adyson’s point, but she had a feeling arguing with the girl wasn’t going to get her far. “Like I said, sweetie, my Mommies talked, and…”

“It’s a rule!” Kiki stomped her foot, a display that wasn’t particularly impressive, her sleeper muffling any real sound from it, though it did show that she was serious about this. “I don’t want you to get a spanking right away because you broke the rule!”

Adyson sighed. “I don’t think…”

“I don’t want a spanking, either!” Kiki added, probably showing off her real motivation. “Since I was here and she wasn’t, if I let you break it, then I might get in trouble, too!”

“I can talk to her…” Ady offered, but it was pretty obvious she wasn’t going to get anywhere like this. “Okay, fine,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ll put on a diaper.”

“Nuh-uh!” Kiki grinned. “I wanna do it! I’m real good at it, I promise!”

“Fine, fine,” Ady caved in as her new little sister grabbed her hand, hopping up and down. It had been a while since she’d been in one… After her Mommies had split up, she’d gone with the one moving into a house closer to the college she was attending, and they’d decided it was easier if she didn’t wear all the time… Before, there had always been at least one Mommy at the house to change her, but that wasn’t always the case anymore. Mommy was dating, and Mommy had let Polly change Ady… They weren’t living together yet, however.

“Yay!” Kiki squealed. “This is gonna be so fun… And you’re right, you are so much bigger than me, so I think I’m gonna hafta double you up!”

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 22

“Hmm…” Kenzi put a finger to her chin, pondering, while Janet swallowed and squirmed in her massive, messy diaper. What was she going to choose?! What were they going to be doing for the rest of the day?!

“I mean, it’s obvious, isn’t it?” Kenzi asked, almost as if she were reading the smaller woman’s mind. “We have these great new swimsuits, we have to go to the pool, duh!”

Janet’s cheeks began to heat up immediately, imagining going to the public pool now, wearing what she currently had on. There would be so many people there, looking hot and barely dressed, and then her, in a big diaper, like a baby. That was going to be humiliating…

On the other hand, there was no way she could be expected to go swimming in this outfit; the diaper was huge enough already, and it would only swell up more in an entire pool full of water, not to mention how unsanitary it would be for her to go in with her padding in its present state. She couldn’t point that out to Hazel, yet surely the girl would know anyway… Wouldn’t she? So, if they went to the pool, Janet was bound to get a change ahead of schedule after all. There was no way Kenzi had intended it, but the girl might have just helped her out.

“Of course!” Zella chuckled. “What was I thinking? I can’t wait to see you in your bikini again! You’re going to look so hot!”

She took Janet’s hand, pulling her away from the hand dryer, Kenzi opening the door for them, revealing the store beyond. The tiny sense of victory Janet had been feeling a moment earlier crumbled immediately, as she realized she still had to get to the pool before she got that change, which meant toddling her way to the exit, and across the parking lot, her diaper on full display.

She groaned softly into her pacifier, not daring make any more noise than that, weakly attempting to dig her heels in as Hazel tugged her forward. Janet had been constantly terrified, while they were in the bathroom, that someone would walk in on them. Thankfully, it had never happened… Now, however, she was paying for that momentary burst of good luck.

Everyone was seeing her now; there was no way to avoid it. The tankini top was nowhere near covering any bit of the double diaper, bulging around her waist, leaving no doubt about what it was, even to those not close enough to hear the crinkling, or smell her accident. Janet sucked harder and harder on the pacifier, concentrating on the motion, and the calm feeling it brought to her, if only for a split second at a time, until the reality of her situation sank back in.

If someone she knew saw her like this… And she might not know about it right away. They could take a picture, or could see one someone else – someone she didn’t know herself – took, and shared with them, and that could get to the rest of her friends and acquaintances, her boss, Harrison… This was so, so bad, yet all she could do was keep waddling along, trying to keep pace with Zella, face down and bright red as she watched the tile floor transition back to asphalt, taking her to somewhere even more dangerous and open.

“I’ll meet you girls there!” Kenzi promised, waving and heading to her own car.

“See ya in a minute!” Hazel called, making Janet wince, wishing they’d be quieter, to draw less attention to her. Instead, she removed the pacifier from Janet’s mouth, and ordered, “Don’t be rude… Tell your Auntie goodbye!”

If she’d been able to talk earlier, she might have begged Zella to stop, to take her back to the bathroom and give her some real clothes… Now, it was too late to bother with that, the relative safety of the restrooms just as far away as the car. That didn’t mean she wanted to say anything to Kenzi, however – anything that wouldn’t get her another spanking, anyway – and certainly not as loud as the other girls were shouting, potentially telling anyone that may have seen her, and assumed it couldn’t be who it looked like, their suspicions were right after all.

And yet, not doing what she was told had not done her any favors so far. “B-Bye, Auntie Kenzi,” she mumbled, reaching for the paci.

“Nuh-uh,” Zella shook her head, holding the pacifier out of Janet’s reach. “There’s no way she could hear that, Prissy! Do it properly!”

Kenzi hadn’t stopped, leaving even more distance between them, making the job harder with every passing second. Sighing, she shouted, “Bye, Auntie Kenzi!”, her stomach churning, shocked at her own volume. Kenzi turned, smiled, gave them a wave.

“Good girl,” Hazel patted her on the head, sliding the pacifier back between Janet’s lips. “I knew you could do it.”

Janet didn’t think she’d ever felt more relieved to see a car than when she finally spotted Zella’s. At least in there, someone would have to be driving right beside them, and intentionally looking in, to spot her diaper, although she felt less grateful about it after Zella had helped her inside, her bottom sinking into the mushy contents of her diaper once more.

The drive, and her protection from prying eyes, was far too short, Hazel pulling into the next parking lot in no time at all, digging into the shopping bag to pull out her bikini before opening Janet’s car door and getting her out, with no diapers, or changing supplies, in her hands.

It was okay, Janet reminded herself. They couldn’t possibly let her in the pool like this…

“It’s been so long!” Kenzi teased, popping out of her car to join them with a swat to Janet’s well-padded posterior. “Didja miss me, Prissy Poopypants?”

Janet blushed, but she could see Hazel watching her, so she nodded. The pool looked busy, although, once she saw who was there, she wasn’t quite as nervous as she had been at the store. There were a lot of teenagers, old enough to have brought themselves, which was actually a good sign… Sort of. They were old enough to make her nervous around them, to feel like they were going to make fun of her; at the same time, they were too young for her to have that big of a chance of knowing them.

Perhaps, if their parents had a relationship like her and Harrison, their stepmothers might have been in class with her back in high school, or she could work with them, but, luckily, their parents didn’t seem to be there, for the most part. Most of her co-workers had been around the same age as her, and there was no way any of them could have been the biological parents of any of the teens she saw heading in with her, Kenzi, and Zella.

Then again… They were the right age that it was possible she might have babysat them, at some point. It had been a while since she’d done any of that herself, so they would have been young, and hopefully wouldn’t remember her… If she recognized them, though, that would still be pretty embarrassing for her.

“Here,” Hazel gave Kenzi Janet’s hand. “Take her and start getting changed… I’ll rent us some towels.”

“Sure!” Kenzi grinned down at Janet, giving her hand a squeeze. “I’ll look after the little stinker!”

Janet didn’t really want to be left with Kenzi, but, as with most things, she didn’t have a choice. She toddled along beside Kenzi, into the shower room, where Kenzi lifted her up onto a small bench, giggling when she saw Janet’s nose wrinkle. “Aww, still not used to it?” she mocked. She pushed a hand into the other girl’s padded crotch, giving it a rub. “After today, I bet Zella’s never going to let you back into big girl panties again.”

She smirked, stripping down out of her clothes, not bothering to step into the nearest stall first. And why would she? As Janet had already seen, in the fitting room, she looked gorgeous, and it was hard not to stare, and feel rather inadequate as she sat there in her squishy diaper, looking, in comparison, like she belonged in them.

“Don’t feel bad,” Kenzi booped her on the nose. “I’m sure you’ll grow up… One day.” She grabbed her skirtini out of the shopping bag she’d brought in, sliding into it, then stepping into the shower to rinse off.

The rinse… That was perfect! Janet hadn’t known how long it was going to take before the girls realized their mistake, that they were going to have to let her out of this diaper after all, despite the threat of keeping her in it all day, but she’d been afraid it wouldn’t happen until they were poolside, potentially tempting them to change her there… She’d forgotten all about having to rinse off before going in the pool, however. As soon as she was in the shower, they’d see her diapers swelling up, and know they’d thwarted their own plan.

By the time Kenzi was finished, Hazel was walking in, setting a stack of fluffy towels down next to Janet on the bench, getting into her own swimsuit. Janet couldn’t help reaching over, feeling the warmth of the towels, fresh out of the dryer, giving her a little comfort as she sat there, watching the teens going through, hoping they didn’t spot her there, waiting for her babysitters to usher her into the shower.

But it never happened. Zella finished up, picked up the towels and slung them over her shoulder, then took Janet’s hand, leading her back out of the shower room, Janet silently pointing back at the empty booths, trying to remind the girl of what she was forgetting without breaking the rules about her paci. It didn’t work, though, and a few moments later, they were standing in front of a hot, young lifeguard, blocking their entrance into the pool area, Janet blushing and looking away to try to avoid his gaze, while also doing her best to resist the urge to stare at his shirtless form.

“She’s going to need to rinse off, too,” he informed the other girls, not seeming to question that Janet was anything more than a somewhat overgrown toddler. “And she’ll have to wear a swim diaper.”

Janet’s cheeks darkened, hearing the last word come out of his mouth, in reference to her, no matter how obvious it was about what she was already wearing. “Oh, no,” Zella giggled, shaking her head. “You don’t have to worry… Little Prissy here doesn’t know how to swim, so she’s not getting in the pool. She’s just going to sit and relax in a pool chair while we cool off. It’ll be okay… We’ll keep a close eye on her.”

Was she serious?! She’d made Janet come to the pool, and now she wasn’t even going to let her swim?! Janet groaned behind her paci, her free hand balling into a frustrated fist as she watched Hazel flirting with the lifeguard. Sure enough, looking at the towels over her stepdaughter’s shoulder, she could see now that there were only two.

“Believe me,” Kenzi added, “you don’t want her in any thinner a diaper than this, or you’ll have a much bigger mess to clean up.”

“All right,” the lifeguard caved. “But she can’t get anywhere near the water.”

“She won’t,” Zella nodded. “We’d have to be very bad babysitters to let that happen!”

“And we aren’t,” Kenzi smirked. “Well… Not like that, anyway.” She gave the lifeguard a wink as they headed in, Janet still flabbergasted at this turn of events.

“Oh, don’t look so pouty,” Hazel told her, guiding her around the pool. “You never knew how to swim while I was looking after you… I doubt you’ve learned since then.” Janet didn’t care about playing into this idea that she really was Prissy, just nodded, trying to force Zella’s hand, make her get her out of this diaper. A swim diaper would be humiliating, yet still far better, and, if she had that on, she could get in the pool, and the water would help hide it.

“After everything else you’ve fibbed about, I don’t think I can take your word for that,” Hazel shrugged. “There we go!”

Janet’s eyes widened as she saw the chair Zella was talking about, off towards the shallow end of the pool. The smaller kids were playing there, mostly splashing around… Unlike the teens, these children were far too young to be there without parents, and still little enough that it was very possible they could belong to someone she knew.

Hazel plopped Janet down in a beach chair, slinging the towels over the fence behind it, then slathering her charge with sunscreen. “You are to stay right here,” she ordered. “But, even though you’re under a little umbrella, it’s always a good idea to be careful.”

Janet didn’t have much of an option anyway… She hadn’t gotten out of the diaper after all, so she couldn’t walk without help, was stuck there in the chair once the girls had finished putting sunscreen on each other, leaving here there, alone. She groaned, tugging at the hem of her tankini top, wondering how long this was going to go on, how long she’d have to sit here, on display, with nothing to hide her diaper…

Of course, there were the towels… She turned, looking back at them. They were high enough on the fence that she knew she wouldn’t be able to reach them on her hands on knees, which was the only way she’d be able to get over there… They were also on a fence, though, and she could use that for support. Maybe, if she leaned on it, she’d be able to get high enough to pull one down, and at least cover up.

To do that, however, she’d have to go against her orders. It didn’t seem like her sitters were paying any attention to the promise they’d made to the lifeguard to keep an eye on her, since she didn’t see them anywhere, but maybe this was a test, a trick, and they were waiting to pounce… More likely, though, they just wanted to have fun on their own, and leave her to wallow in her shame.

She blushed as she spotted a kid staring at her, trying again to force her tankini to grow the several inches it would take to even reach her diaper, much less cover it. They’d know she broke the rules when they saw her with a towel, but it would be worth it… And, by the time they returned, they’d probably be ready to go home, and would maybe wait to punish her until they got there.

She swung her legs out, making an attempt to stand up, to see if, somehow, her diaper had shrunk, or her legs had gotten used to the bulk, but, within a few moments, she had tumbled back down onto her bottom, nose crinkled. Resigned, she slid out of the chair, onto her hands and knees, crawling back towards the fence, massively padded backside swaying back and forth, her eyes on the prize…

“Hey, there, cutie,” a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. “Do you need some help?”

No way, Janet thought, feeling her diaper growing warmer as she froze there, horrified. It couldn’t possibly be them… Could it?! Hesitantly, she slowly turned back towards them, not wanting confirmation, but knowing there was no escaping this, praying they didn’t recognize her…

Who was behind her?

One of her former co-workers, there with her child?

A teenager, one of her former babysitting charges?

Or another member of Hazel’s old clique?

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The Stepdaughter – Chapter 21

She couldn’t help herself; no matter how much she wanted to be a good girl, do what Hazel told her, avoid any complications, or punishments, they had gone too far this time.

“No!” she stomped her foot, feeling her face grow red for what may have been the hundredth time that day, but this time from anger, not shame. Mostly, anyway… What had happened was still embarrassing, and being left that way, expected to simply walk around, diaper still full from the mess she’d made, was even more so, though it was having a hard time competing with her rage in the moment.

“No?” Zella raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you have to say to Auntie Kenzi? Just no?”

Was Hazel egging her on? Did she know what was going to happen, and want to encourage Janet to go off? That was worrying, like she was walking into a trap… But it was already too late to stop herself.

“No!” Janet repeated. “I’m not going to thank her! She didn’t even actually change me! I want a new diaper, right now!” Janet knew her voice was getting out of control, that it was possible anyone outside the bathroom might overhear her, but she couldn’t force it to be quieter when she was so mad.

“Such a demanding little baby,” Hazel shook her head, stepping closer to the smaller woman.

“She can’t just leave me like this!” Janet insisted.

“She can, and will, do whatever she wants with you,” Zella countered. “And do you know why? Because you are a silly, helpless, little girl, and she is a grown-up.”

“I just want a clean diaper!” Janet’s hands curled into fists, her feet stamping at the tile floor again. “That’s all!” That was, Janet thought, the very least she could have expected from a diaper change.

Zella suddenly reached out and grabbed her, Janet cringing and flinching, her bravado dimmed somewhat as she wet herself slightly, scared of the consequences of her actions. Hazel spun her around, making her look at Kenzi, standing there, smirking, as she hooked a finger into the rear waistband of her diaper, tugging it outwards, peering inside.

“You’re right,” she agreed. “That definitely isn’t clean. You made quite the mess, didn’t you?”

Janet blushed. “Y-Yes,” she admitted. “A-And if you don’t change me, I’ll get a rash!” That would be mortifying… Even after the weekend was over, being stuck with an itchy bottom, squirming around, having to come up with excuses anytime someone asked what was wrong, for however long those things lasted…

“Oh, you will?” Zella crossed her arms. “Aren’t you the same girl who didn’t want to let me use baby powder on her, because she wasn’t going to get a rash?”

That had been so long ago… Less than a day, but, considering everything that had happened since, it might as well have been a year. She’d used a diaper already then, yet pooping in one was a whole different story, made the threat feel so much more real. “W-Well, I don’t want to risk it,” she mumbled.

“Don’t you worry,” Hazel let go of the diaper, letting it snap back into place, then giving the rear of the diaper a hard swat, the double layer of padding taking away most of the sting, but not all, leaving Janet squirming and pouting as she was taken by the shoulder, turned back around to face her step-daughter. “If you do get a rash, I’ll take care of it.”

“No!” Janet fumed. That wasn’t good enough! She didn’t want to get one in the first place, didn’t want to spend another second in this gross, stinky diaper!

“Here we are,” Zella shook her head with a sigh. “Back to ‘no’… I guess I should have known not to expect any deeper argument than that from you.” She held her hand out, signaling the end of the conversation, and that she was ready to get going. When Janet didn’t loosen her hands out of the fists they had become, or raise them to take Hazel’s, the bigger girl reached down, snatching for her wrist.

Janet wasn’t certain what to do, how to get out of this. Kenzi was right behind her – not that there was anywhere she could escape further into the bathroom, anyway – and she had no hope of ducking around Hazel and getting to the door. Even if she did, that was the exact thing she was trying to avoid… Overwhelmed and upset, she did the only thing her brain could think of in the moment and sat down.

It was, obviously, a mistake, her bottom sinking once more into the squishy filth, the other girls seeming to grow taller still, towering over her, making it clear who was in charge here. “Prissy, I’m starting to lose my patience, little lady,” Hazel sighed, closing her eyes briefly. “Get up off that dirty floor right now.”

“I won’t!” Janet glared up at her with determination. Zella grabbed at her wrist again, and, Janet tried to dodge it by leaning away, the giant bulk around her waist making it harder than she expected, ending with her falling onto her back.

“Priscilla!” Hazel snapped. “Don’t you dare!”

She tried, yet again, to get ahold of the girl, and, with nowhere else to run, Janet did the only other thing she could to stop that from happening by moving her arms, flailing them against the cool, tile floor, her feet starting to kick as well, almost instinctively. “This isn’t fair!” she wailed. “I’m not going out, I’m not! I want a change, right now!”

She was, she realized too late, throwing a tantrum. A classic, toddler-style, tantrum, right there in public, where anyone could walk into the bathroom and hear her, and, no doubt, which they could no doubt quite plainly already do outside. By the time it occurred to her how childish it was, there was nothing she could do about it, no way to stop the momentum as she let out all of her frustrations from the past day.

Finally, she’d worn herself out, lying there, trying to catch her breath, staring up at the two younger girls, blushing when she saw the phone in Kenzi’s hand, recording the whole thing. “Well, then,” Hazel said, lips pursed, “are you finished?”

Janet nodded tiredly, letting Zella help her to her feet, a small smile of triumph crossing her face when she was led not out the door into the store, but back towards the stall yet again. It had worked… She wasn’t sure how to feel about that, if she should be proud that she’d gotten her way thanks to a tantrum; getting out of this dirty diaper was certainly a victory, though.

Except, that wasn’t what happened. “H-Hey,” she frowned as Zella sat down on the toilet instead of unfolding the changing table from the wall. “Wh-What are..?” Hazel yanked her over her lap, Janet squeaking and squirming as she felt the upper layer of her diaper being slid downwards. “N-No!” she tried again, but she already knew that, this time, it wasn’t going to work. She didn’t have the strength to go all out, and, even if she had, she was in a far more vulnerable position now.

To add a cherry to this sundae of humiliation, Hazel had left the stall door open, allowing Kenzi to saunter over, leering in at her with that accursed phone, to witness the whole thing. “I-I’m sorry, Zella!” Janet whimpered, trying to wriggle free of the larger girl’s grip. “I-I won’t do it again!”

“I know you won’t,” Hazel told her, her hand pressing against the mushy seat of Janet’s diaper, starting to rub as the girl blushed and squealed helplessly. “I only wish there was time for us to go buy a hairbrush, but little babies like you need to feel the consequences for their actions right away, or they won’t know what to associate the pain with.”

And there was definitely pain. Janet opened her mouth to apologize, her words cut off by a wordless howl of pain as the punishment began, Zella pulling no punches as she delivered swat after swat to Janet’s backside, still sore from the day before, and growing even messier than spending all that time sitting on the bench in the fitting room had made it as the stinky mass was spread across all of it, ensuring there was no escaping the feeling of it, or the fresh throbbing setting in from this newest spanking.

Janet was a bawling mess almost as soon as it started, and only went downhill from there. By the time it was over, and Zella was lifting her down, setting her on her feet in front of Kenzi, she would have done anything to make it stop. “All right, Prissy,” Hazel said. “Let’s try this again. What do you have to say to your Auntie Kenzi?”

Janet looked up at Kenzi, and her phone, then down at herself, at the messy diaper around her waist, and the clean one around her ankles, hoping that video stayed with the girl, and never went any further. Whether it did or not, though, was completely out of her control, just like seemingly everything else that was happening this weekend. “Th-Thank you, Auntie Kenzi,” she sniffed.

“You’re very welcome,” Kenzi grinned, reaching over to pat her on the head.

It was a relief when Hazel slid the pacifier into her mouth, a comfort to feel its presence there, between her lips, letting her calm down. “I don’t want to hear a peep out of you until I, or Kenzi, takes that out. Not one sound. Do you understand?”

Janet began to answer, then nodded her head silently instead. She stayed silent while she watched Hazel rustle through the shopping bags, extracting two more soakers, adding them to the already massive combination of padding before tugging the outer diaper back up. Janet did let out an involuntary squeal, feeling her thighs being pushed apart by the bulk, but, thankfully, Hazel either didn’t hear it past her paci, or didn’t count it as a ‘peep’.

“This,” Hazel told her, “is staying on for the rest of the day now.”

Janet nibbled on the pacifier, thoughts of diaper rash swimming through her mind, but she quietly nodded again anyway. It wasn’t a question, or a request, she just wanted to let it be known that she understood.

“Good,” Zella brushed past her, out of the stall. “Let’s go wash our hands and get out of here.”

Janet watched her go, and tried to follow, but the extra padding was – in her mind, anyway – too far. She tried to lift her foot, to take a step, only to feel off balance and immediately put it back down, terrified she would fall if she took a step. “Prissy,” Hazel turned back, rolling her eyes when she saw she hadn’t left the stall. “Seriously?”

Janet tried again, but she didn’t trust herself, didn’t think she could do it. She whimper, eyes filling with tears, afraid Hazel would be mad at her, might spank her again, unable to speak to explain…

“Here,” Kenzi chuckled, finally lowering her phone and offering her hand. “Need some help?”

After what she’d done, and what that had led to, Janet didn’t like having to depend on her, though, if her options were that, or incurring Zella’s wrath, it wasn’t really a choice. Sulkily, she took the girl’s hand, toddling along beside her, that extra support just enough to keep her from taking a tumble as they made their way to the sink.

“Well, then,” Hazel said, once they were there, Kenzi lifting Janet’s hand up to the soap dispenser and pressing out a squirt for her, “Now that we’re done with that… I guess it should be up to you, Kenzi. You had to put up with all this, after all. So… What do you want to do?”

Janet looked over at Kenzi, silenced by her pacifier, unable to say anything, or affect the girl’s decision in any way. What would she pick for their next stop?

“You mentioned ice cream earlier, didn’t you? Prissy might not deserve any, but I’d love some!”

“We have these great new swimsuits, we have to go to the pool, duh!”

“Maybe we should just go relax at home… Prissy has had a long day already.”

 

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