Published: July 4th 2020, 2:01:00 pm
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!"