Published: June 2nd 2020, 2:01:00 pm
Janet could feel a growing pit in her stomach as she looked into Hazel's eyes, realizing how little of a choice she had. Her babysitter had given her an order; she had to do it. Maybe, just maybe, if she'd wet herself, she could have gotten out of it... But probably not.
"I-I'm going," she mumbled, heart racing as she slowly started her journey, the crinkling of her diaper ringing like thunder in her ears. What was she doing?! This could be literally anyone... She tugged on her shirt, looking down at her big, bulky diaper, knowing there was no way she would be able to hide it, to disguise it as anything else... There was nothing for her to grab on her way there to shield herself with, nothing to help her...
She was taking her time - her gait already slowed by the thick padding - only for Zella to snap, "Hurry up, Prissy!" when the doorbell rang again. Janet winced, moving slower still, halfway hoping whoever it was would give up if she didn't make it in time. "Priscilla," Hazel continued in a threatening tone, "if I don't hear the pitter-patter of your little feet speed up, you're in for a spanking as soon as you get back!"
That did it, sending Janet into an awkward dash, desperate to protect her still-sore bottom. Unfortunately, her former wish had come true, and, by the time she got to the door, and pulled it open, there was nobody there. "No!" she squeaked, one hand shooting to the seat of her diaper, giving it a rustly rub, imagining what was going to happen when she told Hazel about this.
Nervously, she took a step outside the door, onto the porch, so she could see a little further away. Sure enough, she could see the person who had rung the bell walking away, back to the delivery truck they'd apparently come from. That wasn't so bad, she thought with a sigh. She had no idea what the girl could have ordered for her, but at least this wasn't someone who was here to visit her.
But, if she didn't do something, it wasn't going to matter. If she came back empty-handed, Prissy would know she'd dawdled too much, and that was definitely going to earn her a spanking... "W-Wait," she called quietly, reaching up and taking out her pacifier, half cowering behind the door to shelter her from the outside world.
The delivery person didn't hear her, obviously. She groaned, bouncing in place, blushing at the idea of making any kind of real racket that might allow anyone else around to hear her, to tempt them to look in her direction. The yards here were big, and they likely wouldn't be able to see her... But she didn't know that for sure.
When she thought about the alternative, however... "W-Wait!" she tried again, forcing herself to speak up. That didn't work either, and the delivery person reached his truck, turning to step in, letting her confirm that it was their normal guy, which she hadn't been positive about before. "No!" she whined.
She had to do this... She pried her fingers free from the door, heart pounding, and stepped around it, to the edge of the porch. "W-Wait!" she yelled another time, louder than ever, drowned out by the sound of the truck's engine starting up. "Wait!" she ran across the lawn, much faster than she'd thought she could move in her diaper. She waved her arms, trying to get his attention, hoping he'd show some sign it had worked so she could stop, the further she got from the house, the more chances her neighbors would have to spot her.
He finally did step back out of the truck, right before she reached him. She froze, getting a fresh, up-close reminder of how tall he was, how young, how handsome... While she was stuck standing there in a diaper, pacifier in hand. She was happily married to Harrison, didn't really want anything to happen between her and him, but it was still humiliating to have him, of all people, seeing her this way.
She ducked her head, hoping her outfit was different enough from usual that, if he didn't get too good a look at her face, he would assume she was someone else. "Hello, there," he told her, his tone giving her a touch of hope, since it sounded very much like a grown-up talking to a small child. "I have something for you."
"Th-Thanks," Janet reached up with one hand, taking the box. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough to be awkward to hold that way... But, with no pockets, and nowhere else to put her pacifier, other than her mouth, she didn't have a choice. "S-Sorry I almost missed you..."
"That's all right," he assured her, as she turned around, frantic to vanish back inside as soon as she could. "Wait a minute, I need a signature."
"Y-You do?" she gulped.
"Usually do for rush delivery," he shrugged.
"O-Oh..." Janet blushed. She knew that, of course, the same as she knew it had to be an adult that gave that signature. This was it... The moment of truth. Did she think he knew who she was, or not? She had to look so different now - she hoped she did - he couldn't possibly... Right? "I-I'll go get my b-babysitter," she mumbled, knowing that would be a humiliating thing to admit to having if she was wrong.
And, unfortunately, she was. "You can do it," he told her, clearly not wanting to wait any longer. She whimpered softly, having not even spun all the way around, although she did still have to turn slightly to face him, see the signature pad he was holding out to her. He knew... That could have been a comfort, almost, proof that, no matter what Hazel said, she didn't look like a little kid... But, at the moment, it was hard to see it like that.
She tried to grab the stylus, but her hands were full. Blushing, she informed him, "I-I don't really need my... these..." She couldn't bring herself to say the last word in front of him, or acknowledge them, so she popped the pacifier back into her mouth for safekeeping and prepared to sign. It was in the wrong hand, however, and she didn't want to make him wait even longer for her to juggle things around, so she did her best, concentrating to try to make her name as legible as possible...
It was probably a combination of how hard she was thinking about that, how nervous she was to be standing out on her lawn, and in front of him, dressed this way, and how long she'd had to wait... It wasn't because, as she'd just denied, she needed diapers. But, as she wrote, and felt a warm stream begin to trickle into her padding, it definitely seemed like she did to herself, and, if he noticed, likely to him, too.
She gasped behind her paci, her hand jerking downwards in shock, stylus hitting the edge of the screen and falling out of her hand, while she tried in vain to stop it. knowing that, with every passing second, her diaper was getting soggier, which was going to make it more obvious what was going on. She pressed her thighs together, whimpering, feeling the garment slowly swelling, growing wetter and wetter...
"It's okay," he told her kindly. "I'll reset this, and you pick the pen back up, and we'll try again."
She nodded obediently, so used to following orders that she didn't give it a second thought, although, as soon as she knelt down to grab the stylus, things got worse. Now, in a position her body was more used to, the floodgates really opened. She grabbed the pen, tried to stand back up, to at least slow it down, but she couldn't... Her bladder needed to finish what it had started.
It was a long, mortifying minute before she could get to her feet again, and, by the time she did, her diaper was quite droopy. She had to hope he didn't have any children, or younger siblings, or cousins, or any experience being around kids in diapers... Even then, it was hard to believe he couldn't figure out what had happened. Numbly, she signed her name, staring down at the muscular legs poking out from the legs of his shorts as she handed the stylus back to him, unable to bring herself to look him in the eye, wondering if she'd ever be able to...
"Thanks," he patted her on the head condescendingly, like he might do to a small child. "Sorry for... interrupting."
"N-No," she shook her head. "I-It's not like that!"
He waved to her, stepping back into his truck, Janet not realizing until he was already pulling away that she'd forgotten to take her pacifier out for those words. Had he been able to understand her? If not, what did she think she'd been saying? She wasn't sure she wanted to know, although the paci was a huge comfort to her as she waddled back into the house after that humiliating experience, and headed back to the living room.
"Prissy!" Hazel scolded as soon as she stepped into the room, not giving the girl time to unload her anger and frustration for what she'd been made to do. "You wet yourself again?"
"It's not my fault!" Janet wailed. "I told you I had to go, and you wouldn't let me, and... No!" She gasped as she was scooped up, deposited across Janet's lap, squirming frantically. This wasn't fair! Was she about to get spanked anyway, after everything she'd gone through to try to avoid it?!
"If you were a big girl, you could have held it," Zella told her, delivering a hard swat to the wriggling girl's soggy seat. "You can't blame me for that."
She probably could, but, in the moment, there was no way she was going to. "I-I'm sorry!" she sniffled, tears already flowing down her cheeks, though more from embarrassing herself in front of the delivery man than a single spank. "Y-You're right! It's my fault!"
"Of course it it," Zella agreed. "But I'm glad you finally admit it."
Thankfully, she set Janet back down on the floor, standing up herself to retrieve the box that had fallen out of the girl's hands. "I almost don't think you deserve this surprise now," she shook her head. "I don't know what else I'd do with them, though."
"Wh-What is it?" Janet asked, wiping her eyes, trailing along behind Hazel as she carried the box to the kitchen so she could get a knife to slice open the tape holding it shut. Janet had no idea what to expect, and, despite everything, she couldn't help feeling a little excited, hoping for the best.
And then Zella reached in and pulled the first item out. At first, Janet didn't recognize it, thought it was a shirt, until she glanced at the bottom, saw that one side hung down further than the other, ending with a trio of small, shiny, metal objects. It took another moment or two, as Hazel turned it around, letting her see the whole thing, that it clicked into place.
It was a onesie. It was mostly white, covered with pink hearts, with short, pink, frilly sleeves, several rows of white lace across the backside, and a large, pink ribbon tied into a bow above them. It looked like it had come straight out of a baby's closet... Except it was definitely big enough to fit her.
"Wh-Why...?" she started to ask, blushing, imagining actually wearing the thing. Why would Hazel buy her something that infantile?! Where had she even found something like that in her size?!
Before Janet could fully process what she'd seen, Hazel draped it back over the box, and took out the next thing from inside. This one was a dress, white as well, but seemed more-so, with fewer decorations. The ones that were there counted all the more, however, the modest neckline, sleeves, and hem all lined in two shades of pink, a pink ribbon tied around the waist, and a large, pink oval in the center of the chest declaring the wearer a 'Little Princess'. The worst part, though, was the sleeves and skirt, which were made of a flowery lace. The flowers themselves were opaque... The spaces in between, on the other hand...
Janet assumed it was meant to be worn with a petticoat, or slip, or something... There wasn't anything else in the box, however. If she were to wear it, as it was, her diaper would definitely be able to be spotted beneath it, although it would at least be more hidden than it was right now, with her shirt.
"Aren't these precious?" Hazel gushed. "I saw them, and I knew you had to have them! I think they'll be perfect for our shopping trip!"
"No!" Janet shook her head, imagining actually wearing those things - much less a diaper - in public. "W-We don't need to go shopping!"
"Yes, we do," Zella informed her. "You are going through diapers at a record pace, young lady... Unless you want to wake up in a wet bed, and leave puddles all over the house..."
"I wouldn't!" Janet promised.
Hazel sighed, giving the rapidly cooling diaper around the girl's waist a pat. "Well, excuse me for not believing you on that. Come on, we'd better get you changed."
She picked up the garments, took Janet's hand, and led her back to the guest room, draping the clothes over the crib's bars while she changed her into a fresh diaper. "All right," Zella said, once she was done, "what do you want to wear, sweetie?"
"C-Can't you go on your own?" Janet tried. She didn't think she'd be able to talk the girl out of keeping her in diapers... Maybe she could at least avoid going any further outside than she'd already been. "I-I'll be good. I can finish up my homework!"
Zella smirked. "Nice try. Come on, Prissy, choose. You can have either of these, or... Oh!" Her eyes lit up as she walked over to the dresser, pulling open a drawer and taking out a tiny, pleated - obviously pink - skirt. It had probably been Hazel's at some point, a long time ago... And it was definitely too short to hide Janet's diaper.
"All right, Prissy," Hazel started again. "It's up to you... You can go out in that," she gestured to what Janet was already wearing, "and this," she gave the skirt a shake, "or one of those. Which will it be?"
Janet looked over her options with a pout. She didn't really want to wear any of them, but she also didn't want to make Zella any madder at her by refusing to answer, or seeming ungrateful for the 'presents' she'd bought for her. Which was she going to pick?!
The onesie?
The dress?
Or the crop top and skirt?