Published: June 26th 2020, 2:01:01 pm
"Come on, please?" Hillary begged, tugging at the t-shirt. Thankfully, it was one of her Aunt Ronni's old t-shirts, so it was long enough to keep her diaper hidden, out of sight. It also worked well to prevent anyone from seeing the pink peeking out from beneath the white diaper, the evidence of the spanking she'd gotten for the way she'd behaved at the airport the previous day.
That had hurt, of course, and was still sore, although it was nothing compared to what the diaper itself was hiding beneath its bulky padding. It had been smart of her aunt to wait until after the spanking, so that Hillary was in no condition to fight back, beyond a pitiful, "Please, no!" as her pubic hair was shaved away, leaving her as bare as a baby. Along with the baby oil, and powder, slathered onto her crotch in return, once the diaper was back in place, it was hard to feel like anything more than a toddler as she waddled around the house.
She was almost glad for the early bedtime she was given, since it had come with Aunt Ronni's old shirt, and the ability to keep people from seeing what else she was wearing, even though everyone in the house already knew. She had, of course, made it through the night completely dry, since she wasn't a bedwetter - or a pants-wetter, if she wasn't trying to last a whole flight without having to use the bathroom - and now she was desperately trying to make her aunt understand.
"Just give me another chance, and you'll see!" she insisted.
"I don't know," Ronni shook her head. "I suppose it's up to Wynter."
She turned to her daughter, the girl sighing and pouting. "She's gonna pee all over one of my nice dresses!"
"I am not!" Hillary blushed.
"You definitely won't if we keep you in diapers," Wynter shrugged.
Hillary's hands closed into fists, and, despite knowing better, she stomped angrily. "It's not fair!" she whined. "It was one little accident, a-and I've already been punished enough!"
Her aunt shut her up with one glare, reminding her of winding up over the woman's lap the day before. "Wynter is already being very nice allowing you to borrow her clothes for today," she said calmly. "I'm not going to force her to let you wear her underwear, too, especially when we don't know if we can trust you in them. If you'd just brought along a carry-on, we wouldn't be having this problem, but..."
"Pleeeease, Wynter?" Hillary pressed her palms together, biting her bottom lip as she stared at the younger girl, hating that her fate was left in her hands. "I swear, nothing's gonna happen to them!"
Wynter looked like she was thinking for a moment, then sighed and shrugged. "Maybe I can find an old pair I don't care about that much," she gave in.
"Thank you!" Hillary gave her a hug. She wasn't overly pleased that she was being made to go to church today, after the very stressful day she'd had yesterday, but it would be so much better not having to go there in a diaper.
She was less pleased when Aunt Ronni came to her in the guest room where she was staying, bearing the clothes they'd picked out for her. "Here you go!" she chirped, setting them down on the dresser.
"Are you serious?" Hillary wrinkled her nose, hopping down from the bed with a crinkle, toddling over, already able to see that the dress was much frillier than any grown-up ought to be wearing, before she'd even touched it.
"No complaints, young lady," Aunt Ronni snapped. "Wynter didn't have to give you anything, you know..."
"I-I know!" Hillary gulped, back-pedaling immediately. "I-I'm sorry! I-I'm sure it's very nice..."
And it might have been, for a four year old. It was a bit small on her, but even if it had been the right size, it would have made her look like some silly little child in a big, fluffy party dress, full of lace and frills. The skirt was just long enough on her to keep her panties hidden, if she didn't move too much...
She wasn't sure it would be able to do the same for her diaper, which made her extra grateful for the underwear, although it was even more immature than the dress. They were thick cotton, hardly better than training pants, with Dora cheerfully waving on the front. Hillary blushed, pulling on the dress, trying to lengthen it, to give her a tiny bit more lee-way so she wasn't showing those things off to anyone.
"Y-You're sure I can't borrow something from you, instead?" she asked Aunt Ronni, shuffling out of her room when she heard the call to get moving, or they were going to be late.
"You saw how my shirt fit you," the woman waved her off. "Besides, there isn't time for you to change now... And you look adorable. Make sure to thank your cousin."
"Th-Thanks, Wyn..." she started to say, hearing the girl's footsteps behind her, turning to face her. It was more obvious than ever that the dress she'd given Hillary was an older one, since what she was wearing herself looked far more mature, lacking any of the childish accoutrements of her cousin's. Dressed as they were, it would have been easy to mistake Wynter as the elder girl. "Th-Thanks, W-Wynter," Hillary tried again, cheeks burning.
"Oh, you look so precious!" Wynter squealed, pinching Hillary's cheeks. "I knew that would fit you perfectly!"
"Now, Hillary," Ronni lectured, once they were all in the car, "I don't want you embarrassing me here, do you understand? I want you to stick with Wynter, and do as she says. She knows her way around here, and how to act like a proper young lady... Which I'm not convinced you do."
"I do!" Hillary whined, wanting to point out that, no matter how it looked, she was a grown-up.
"We'll see," Aunt Ronni raised an eyebrow. Instead of staying with her aunt for the adult Sunday School, Hillary was escorted to Wynter's class.
"Everyone," Wynter declared proudly," this is my little cousin, Hillary!"
"What?!" Hillary glared at her, but, staring out at the other students, she blushed, unable to bring herself to say otherwise, considering how she was dressed, and the fact that several of them were bigger than her. In fact, since most of the girls were wearing heels, and she'd been given a pair of shiny, black, flat Mary-Janes, she realized, looking again, that she was the shortest.
"It's okay," Wynter smiled at her. "I know you wouldn't normally be in this class, but you're too shy to go there on your own, remember? Don't worry, we'll all be nice to you."
And they were, although Hillary couldn't help wondering if that was because the teacher appeared in the doorway then, keeping them on their best behavior. It wasn't too bad, really, once Hillary got past the fact that she was stuck with these kids, and that they all thought she was younger than them, but, as the lesson wore on, she could feel her bladder starting to get full.
The big benefit of not wearing a diaper - other than simply not having to wear a diaper - was that she could go to the bathroom without going to her aunt and asking for her help to get the thing down without ripping the plastic, as she'd had to do several times the day before. Unfortunately, as simple as pulling her panties down was, compared to that, it wouldn't matter if she didn't know where the bathroom was.
The church wasn't that big... It was fairly small, in fact, set back against a small patch of woods. Hillary hadn't been there before, however, and Wynter had led her down a number of hallways to get here, taking turns seemingly at random. She wasn't certain she'd be able to reverse the path on her own, and, even if she did, she had no idea where the bathrooms were. As much as she didn't want to have to rely on Wynter, it would be easier to do that than wander around, hoping she got lucky.
"Umm... Wynter?" she tugged at her cousin's sleeve.
"Shh!" the other girl replied. "Pay attention."
"B-But..." Hillary pouted. The teacher shot her a look, and shut her up, though that didn't do anything for the growing pressure in her bladder. After the airport, she didn't want to take any risks, so, help or not, she got to her feet, ready to brave the labyrinth of hallways...
"Sit down, Hillary!" Wynter grabbed her, yanking her back down onto her chair. "Honestly... I'm sorry about this. I thought she could sit still long enough."
"It's all right," the teacher smiled at her. "If you need to take her to your mom, I understand."
"No!" Hillary shook her head, imagining what Ronni would do to her if she was told that she couldn't even make it through Sunday School without 'misbehaving'. "I-I'm sorry..."
She stayed quiet, squirming in her seat, until they were dismissed, then hissed into Wynter's ear, "C-Can you please take me to the bathroom first?"
"Oh, sure!" Wynter grinned. "Why didn't you just say so? Come on, I know a great shortcut!"
She took Hillary's hand, leading her what seemed like the opposite way from where they'd come, down another couple hallways, past more classrooms, and, finally, out a door that led... outside. Hillary frowned, looking around at the small lawn, leading straight into the woods behind the building. "The bathrooms are... out here?" she asked, confused, turning back to realize her cousin wasn't beside her anymore. "Hey!"
Wynter was already nearly at the tree line, moving surprisingly fast, considering the heels she was wearing. "Where are you going?!" Hillary called, groaning and stomping her foot as she watched the girl slip into the little forest. Chances were good she knew that place much better than Hillary... But, at the same time, if she got lost in there, Hillary would be the one who got blamed. No matter how it looked, or what Wynter had said to her classmates, Hillary was older than her...
"This isn't funny, Wynter!" she fumed, rushing to try to catch up with her, doing her best not to let the girl out of her sight. "I just want you to show me where the stupid bathroom is!"
It shouldn't have been that hard for her to keep up with her cousin, but the floofy skirt she was wearing kept catching on branches, slowing her down, giving Wynter a chance to move ahead of her, leading her in what appeared to be circles, until, at last, the girl seemed to give up, standing still for a moment. "Can we just go back n...?" Hillary started to ask, marching forward, frustrated, not looking where she was going anymore, reaching out to grab Wynter's arm... And slipping on a patch of mud, landing flat on her backside with a shocked, "Ouch!"
"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry!" Wynter gasped, helping her up, brushing her off. "Are you okay?"
Hillary groaned, wrinkling her nose, feeling the childish panties sticking to her backside, the thick, gloopy mud having soaked through them in the few moments it had taken her cousin to act. At the moment, it was hard to care too much, feeling the younger girl lift her skirt and examine the damage. "Can we please just go now?" she sighed.
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"Of course!" Wynter barely hid her grin, sliding her phone back into her purse, glad she'd been able to snap a quick picture without her cousin noticing. She'd quickly snatched a couple leaves off the older girl's backside, which had made things look exactly how she'd hoped. "I really am sorry... I-I didn't think..."
"It's fine," Hillary grumbled.
"Don't worry," Wynter told her. "I'm gonna take you back, and then I'll go get mom, and..."
"No!" Hillary shook her head. "I don't need her!"
"Well, you can't sit in the pews like that," Wynter said. "I'll explain everything... It'll be okay."
Hillary didn't really have much choice, just like Wynter had planned. Honestly, this couldn't have gone any better... She'd known all about that mud puddle, as did any other kid who had grown up at the church, and gone to any of the picnics held there, but she hadn't been sure she could get Hillary to fall into it. In fact, she'd led her past it a few times before she did, though, thankfully, once it had, she fell perfectly.
Wynter took her to the bathroom, instructing her to, "Get cleaned up. You might as well just throw those panties away... I don't wear them anymore, and they're ruined now. Mom will come up with something," then rushing off to find her mother, in their usual seats.
"Where have you been?" she demanded. "And where is your cousin?"
"Umm... You did pack that diaper, didn't you?" Wynter asked.
Her mother sighed, shaking her head. "She didn't..."
"I don't know what she was doing! She ran off, and I couldn't keep up with her in my heels, so she got into the woods, and got my dress all dirty and torn up... And then..." Wynter looked down at her own feet, trying to act embarrassed, leaning in, speaking even more quietly. "She, umm... squatted down, and..." She shook her head, reaching into her purse and taking out her phone, pulling up the picture of Hillary's muddy panties, stained brown, drooping slightly...
Her mom's face turned red as she grabbed her purse from the floor. "I'm very sorry you had to deal with this, Wynter," she said. "I didn't think.... Well, why would I? You've been a very big help so far, and I'm afraid I'm going to wind up needing that help even more from now on. Clearly, it was a good call for you to suggest I bring a spare diaper, just in case... And, don't worry, I'm going to make sure she regrets ruining your pretty dress, and your underwear. It's a good thing you had me buy all those spare diapers for Sally, because it looks like we're going to need them."
Wynter smiled, sitting down and watching her mother leave, imagining all the fun she was going to have with her big diaper doll from now on, now that she'd proven she definitely couldn't be trusted in big girl panties. And to think she'd almost said no when Hillary had asked her for underwear that morning... It was absolutely worth allowing her to wear them for an hour or so, to trap her into a situation where Wynter's mother wouldn't even dream of letting her have them back. There was no way she'd take the word of a panty wetter, and pooper, like Hillary, over that of her own sweet, innocent little daughter. Hillary's fate was entirely in her hands, and it looked very thick, and white, and crinkly.
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"No!" Hillary gasped, shaking her head as she stared at the thick diaper in her aunt's hand, knowing that everyone in the whole church was going to be able to see what she was wearing under her dress if she let herself be put into that, almost wishing she hadn't lifted the lid on the garbage can, where, thanks to Wynter's suggestion, she'd thrown away the panties. "I-I didn't poop my pants! I-It's mud!"
"I've heard enough out of you, young lady," Ronni shook her head. "You are going in this diaper, and you'll be staying in them for the rest of your visit. The only question is whether I spank you first, or wait until we get home again... And whether I need to wash your mouth out with soap for trying to lie to me, in church of all places."
"B-But... Just look!" Hillary whined, tears stinging her eyes. Unfortunately, Wynter had brought her to the bathroom with the changing table in it, where, when throwing the panties away, she'd seen, and smelled, plenty of used diapers rolled up and waiting. With the lid on the garbage can closed, the smell wasn't bad... The moment she'd lifted it, however, to answer her aunt's question of where her underwear was, the odor had hit both of them, and even she had to admit what her muddy undies looked like, especially accompanied by that scent, which was getting worse with every passing second.
"I've seen enough," Aunt Ronni yanked the lid out of her hand, putting it back onto the garbage can, before spreading the diaper out onto the changing table. "Now, I'll give you one more chance... Let me diaper you without raising a fuss, and we'll wait until we get home for your well-deserved spanking... Or say no again, and you can spend the whole service with a sore - and still diapered - bottom. Which will it be?"
It wasn't fair, but Hillary knew she didn't really have a choice. There was no talking her aunt out of this, no escaping her humiliating, babyish fate... "Fine," she pouted, climbing up onto the changing table obediently, wincing as she sank down into the waiting bulk of the diaper.
"Very good," Ronni nodded. "It's better this way... I'd rather Wynter be there for your spanking, anyway, since you did ruin her dress, and her panties, and are using up the diapers I bought for her doll. She should really be the one who decides how long it should go on."
Hillary nodded hesitantly. She'd been talking with Wynter online quite a bit... She'd take it easy on her... Wouldn't she? She squirmed on the changing table, as the diaper was pulled up over her freshly shaven crotch. Wynter would be able to tell Ronni that Hillary wasn't lying, and she hadn't messed herself after all... The girl was her last hope, her one chance not to be stuck in diapers for the rest of her trip. Surely, she felt guilty for leading her through the woods like that, making this happen... There was no way she'd lie, and force her older cousin to wear diapers she didn't need, because of something she'd done... Right?!