Published: June 14th 2020, 2:01:00 pm
Janet wasn't entirely sure what possessed her to make her reach for the onesie. It was hard to say which of the two new wardrobe items was the most babyish, but only because neither would have looked out of place in a two year old's closet... Perhaps she hoped that, since it was just a onesie, it would only count as the shirt in her outfit.
Knowing Hazel, there was a good chance she'd be stuck with the same skirt, although at least in the onesie, there would be something covering the diaper, making it a bit harder to notice beneath there... And if she was really lucky, maybe she'd get some shorts instead. There would still be a bulge, considering how bulky these diapers were, but nobody would be able to see them, anyway. At this point, she was looking for whatever small comfort she could find in this situation.
"Oh, excellent choice!" Zella grinned as Janet reached out for the onesie draped over her step-daughter's arm, almost instantly questioning her decision when the younger woman held it up again, giving her a full view of all the lace and frills and bow... Unfortunately, it was already too late. Hazel draped the other two items across the dresser, kneeling down in front of Janet, onesie in hand. "Arms up, Prissy!"
"I-I'm not..." Janet swallowed nervously. "M-Maybe..."
Hazel sighed, rolled her eyes, and proved to the smaller girl that she hadn't really needed her to comply at all, that she was simply being nice. One tug upwards, and the shirt was up, over Janet's head, leaving her naked, except for her diaper... But not for long. Before she could recover from that shock, or try to cover her diaper - not that it mattered, since Hazel had seen it many, many times by now - Zella pulled the onesie over her head, reaching in through the armholes to tug Janet's hands through. Janet was getting dressed, whether she liked it or not, with all the skill of someone quite used to dealing with fussy little girls who didn't want to cooperate.
Was that all she was? It definitely felt like it, as Hazel grabbed the rear flap of the onesie, yanking it forward. She was clearly no match for Hazel, or she wouldn't be in this diaper, or have gone through so many that they needed to go buy more, or getting snapped into a onesie. She flinched, hearing the first snap close, the metal on metal as loud as a thunderclap to her ears, the now attached fabric wrapping around her bulky diaper, pulling it tighter against her.
Two more snaps, and it was done. Janet gasped, looking down at herself, shocked that, at this point, she could be made to feel any more like a helpless child... But the onesie did it. There was no escaping the diaper now, the padding rubbing against her with every tiny movement, ensuring she couldn't ignore it, or forget about it... She immediately wished she'd chosen something else to wear, even before she saw what she looked like in it, the bulge of the diaper incredibly obvious, with plenty of plastic poking out the legholes, in case there was any doubt.
"That is so stinking cute!" Hazel exclaimed, giving the other girl's backside a pat. "I'm going to have to keep a close eye on you... Someone might try to steal you, and get the most adorable baby in the world for themselves!"
"I'm not a baby!" Janet sulked, a moment before Zella picked her up, making her feel even more like one, setting her down on the edge of the bed.
Zella bustled back over to the dresser, then the closet, musing, "I sure have changed a lot of your diapers for someone who isn't a baby..."
Janet blushed, crossing her arms, though she didn't dare say anything more. She couldn't, for one, since it was true... That, and she didn't want to make the girl mad when she was choosing what Janet was going to get to wear over the onesie, essentially deciding her fate for this shopping trip.
Even with Janet staying silent, however, Hazel approached the bed with only a pair of frilly ankle socks, and pink, Velcro-fastened, sneakers. "W-Wait..." Janet shook her head, as Zella knelt down, pulling the socks over her feet. "B-But..."
"What are you babbling about, silly?" Hazel gave the sole of Janet's foot a tickle, the woman instantly dissolving into helpless giggling for long enough to let Zella finish with the socks and move on to the shoes.
"Zella!" Janet kicked her legs frantically, her babysitter barely seeming to notice, or care, continuing her work nevertheless. "I can't go out like this!"
"What are you talking about?" Zella chuckled, strapping the second shoe on, picking Janet up again, setting her down on her feet in front of the mirror. "You picked this out!"
Janet's stomach lurched at the sight of herself in the reflection, her thick diaper straining against the cloth of the onesie, making the lace on the backside stand up, the big, pink bow over top of that emphasizing her padded posterior all the more, drawing attention to the exact place Janet wanted it least, the lights in her shoes still flashing from the impact of being plopped down on the floor.
"I-I'm..." she mumbled, unable to stop herself from reaching out, her mind not quite able to accept what she saw. "N-No, I'm a..." But what would she say? Adult clearly wasn't accurate, not anymore... Big girl didn't even seem right.
"That's right," Hazel hopped in helpfully, sliding the pacifier back into Janet's gasping mouth, attaching the clip she'd just added to it to the chest of her onesie. "You're my adorable little baby sister."
Janet started sucking on the paci automatically, even as she shook her head. That wasn't right... Janet was older than Zella... She was her step-mother! She couldn't be her baby sister at the same time... And yet, looking at herself in the mirror, how could she be anything else?
The sour feeling in her stomach didn't go away once Janet finally let her look away from her reflection, following her through the house as she was led, by her hand, to the front door, where she weakly tried to plant her feet and hold firm, to keep from going outside. Hazel didn't break a sweat dragging her out, emphasizing how true her words had been, how tiny and helpless Janet was...
Janet wasn't feeling any better after getting buckled into the backseat of Hazel's car, either. She told herself it was because she knew what was coming, couldn't imagine actually walking through a store like this... But she knew there was more to it, before the cramps ever hit.
She whimpered, hands resting on her churning belly, wishing she'd recognized this before they left. She wasn't sure where they were going, how long it was going to take to get there... Although, she should have known. She hadn't pooped since Hazel's arrival, and, normally, she would have by now, even without the food she'd been getting fed - especially the oatmeal.
"Oh, no," she mumbled into her pacifier, squirming in her seat, diaper crinkling beneath her. She'd been so distracted by everything else, she hadn't realized how bad it had gotten already... She couldn't let this happen! She squeezed her eyes shut tight, hands balling up into fists, toes curling in her childish sneakers, fighting with every fiber of her being, terrified of what failing would bring. She'd never be able to convince Zella she wasn't a baby then; it would be very hard to believe it herself.
She opened her eyes slowly, hands shaky and sweaty, forehead wet as well. She'd done it... This time. Mostly, anyway... As she wiggled, she felt a slight stickiness under her. She really hoped it wasn't what she thought it was... But what else would it be? She sniffed, wrinkling her nose at the faint scent emanating from her diaper.
It was a good thing she'd been wearing it... If she'd talked Hazel into putting her in big girl panties, those would be ruined now, and she'd be in so much trouble... The latter part might still be true, but at least she could hide it for now. She squirmed in place, confirming how small it was. There was no way Hazel would be able to tell from the outside... She'd be safe until she gave her a full check, which, in the onesie, would be much harder.
Then again... Zella had a lot of experience with this, and Janet was no more of a match for her than any other toddler. She could already know... Janet's cheeks flared up, her eyes staring down at the floorboards, too embarrassed to glance up at Hazel, to risk seeing some indication that she was right about her hunch, that her step-daughter knew she'd had a messy accident, however small, in her diaper.
Luckily, the ride wasn't too much longer, and, before long, Janet was getting helped out of the backseat, the rear of her diaper getting another pat. Her stomach lurched anxiously, glad she had that onesie, rather than a skirt, or else she was positive she'd be feeling the back of her diaper being tugged outwards right about now, possibly followed by a spanking.
"Cheer up, grumpy pants!" Hazel smiled down at her. "It's shopping! It'll be fun!"
Janet very much doubted that... She blushed, clinging to Zella's hand, trying to hide behind the larger girl as they walked across the parking lot, although she knew that only made her appear more childish to the other passers-by. Considering what she was wearing, however, it wasn't like they were going to mistake her for anything other than a child anyway... At best.
"So," Zella chatted as they walked, "what do you think, Prissy? Can you be a big enough girl to walk, or should I get a cart to push... Oh, my God!"
Janet froze, certain this was it, that she'd realized what had happened. Fortunately, Hazel stopped, too, just inside the doors. Janet had seen them slide open, felt the blast of cooler air as they stepped inside, but she was staring down at her flashing shoes, not paying attention to what was in front of them, trusting Hazel not to lead her into anything that would make her fall...
Until she heard the other voice. "Is that you, Zella?!"
Janet's head shot up before she could stop herself, although, as soon as it did, she wished she hadn't. She'd been right after all... She gulped, staring down at her feet again as they shifted, lights blinking with every movement, accompanying the crinkling and crackling of her diaper as she fidgeted nervously.
There, standing in front of them, waiting in the entryway of the store, sliding her phone back into her purse, was Mackenzie, one of Hazel's little lackeys from their high school days. Wherever Zella went, Kenzi was one of the girls sure to be following along, always ready to back up one of her insults, or add one of her own.
"It's so good to see you!" Hazel threw her free arm around the girl. "This is such a crazy coincidence! I've missed your face so much!"
"And I've missed yours!" Kenzi smirked. "Who's this you have with you?"
Janet's tummy lurched, terrified the girl would recognize her... But that wasn't the only reason. She whimpered into her pacifier, realizing another cramp was hitting her, too, at the worst possible time. She bounced in place, squeezing her thighs together, mortified. Not now! She could already feel the small, squishy spot in the seat of her diaper expanding slightly, and it took all the energy she could muster to stop it from getting worse.
"Go on," Hazel gave Janet's hand a jiggle. "Be polite and introduce yourself!" Janet shook her head with a whimper, gasping as Zella plucked the paci from her lips, denying her that little bit of comfort. "You know better than that! Be a good girl, or I'll spank you right here in front of my friend, little lady!"
Janet gritted her teeth, having no reason to doubt Hazel's threat. She could probably spit one thing out right now, and still keep up the fight... But what should it be?!
She really didn't want Kenzi to recognize her, to realize she was the same person from school, someone older than her, standing there in front of her like this... The longer they stuck around, the more likely it was she'd realize the truth. Hopefully Mackenzie was busy, had better things to do than stand around and talk... If she wasn't, though, saying what Zella clearly wanted, and claiming to be Prissy, would be better for now... But could backfire on her in the long term.
On the other hand, she could tell the truth herself. Kenzi might have a hard time believing it, although, if Janet could manage to convince her... She had no doubt there would be plenty of mocking from the girl, yet having someone else who knew her true identity might be enough to force Hazel to accept who she really was, too. Did she want that to happen now, however, with two of her worst former tormentors together, and her so close to pooping her pants?
Or... The thing she really wanted to say was very different from either. She knew the bathroom was just inside... If she could get Hazel to take her there now, she might make it, before the state of her diaper got any worse, and before she had to wonder if she'd be able to ride through these cramps, much less the next, surely even worse, set. As a side benefit, maybe Kenzi would hear that and, if she hadn't recognized Janet, be nice and let them get to it, leaving on her own without Janet having to worry about what to call herself.
Whatever she was going to do, the clock was ticking... Every moment she debated this, she was bringing herself closer to Kenzi realizing the truth herself, or the biggest, worst accident she'd had yet, or a very public spanking... Or all three. She swallowed, cleared her mind, and forced herself to decide. What was she going to say?!
"Hi, my name is Priscilla! Nice to meet you, ma'am!"
"I know this seems crazy, Kenzi, but this is Janet, from high school."
Or, "Z-Zella, please, can we go to the potty? Right now?!"