Published: July 20th 2020, 2:01:00 pm
Janet really wanted the training panties, but, as she stood there, squirming in place, feeling the mass in her diaper shift and squelch with each tiny movement, it was impossible for her to build up the courage to ask for them. She'd just proven she didn't really deserve them... Anyone who did that belonged in diapers, real, thick, bulky diapers...
Defeated, she pointed at the package Hazel had been pushing for. "Aww!" Kenzi pouted. "Don't you at least want to try these?" she asked, giving the Pampers a shake. "You'd look so cute in them!"
"She already made her choice, Kenzi," Zella rolled her eyes. "Sorry... Step-sister knows best."
"Is that right?" She shoved the Pampers back onto the shelf, squatting down onto the same eye level as Janet. "Do you do everything your big sister says, little Prissy?"
Janet swallowed, blushing, trying to look away from her former schoolmate, only to have her cheeks squeezed between the larger girl's fingers, held in place. She whimpered, feeling a fresh trickle of wetness start to make its way into her already filthy diaper, terrified that, if Kenzi looked too long, she'd realize who she actually was.
"Well?" Kenzi demanded.
Janet didn't really have an answer for her... Or, rather, she didn't know what Kenzi wanted. Was she supposed to say yes? Hazel would like that... But it sounded like Kenzi might prefer to hear she had a little more backbone than that - although choosing to wear Pampers hardly felt like a good demonstration - and she was right there, in her face...
Zella was close, too, however, could overhear it all... And she was the one Janet was going to be living with for the rest of the weekend. She didn't think she was going to impress either one with her answer, no matter how much she'd wanted, back in her high school days, to prove to them, or anyone, how cool she was, but she nodded her head. "Y-Yeah," she mumbled.
Kenzi smirked, chuckled, her other hand moving up, cupping the mushy seat of the girl's diaper, making her squeak and squirm as she gave it a squeeze. "Maybe that's why you ended up here like this," she told her, a little more quietly.
"Oh, good," Hazel declared, interrupting their moment. "They have more soakers, too... With enough of these, and the new overnights, I bet I could go a whole day without having to change you if I wanted."
"No!" Janet gasped. It would be bad enough toddling around in an even thicker diaper for a whole day... Having to do that while she was wet would be so much more humiliating, constantly surrounded by the squishiness, reminding her of how big a baby she really was... And if she messed again?! That was kind of the ultimate expression of her fall into babyhood, being in such a stinky, mucky diaper, and knowing that not only was she not allowed to change herself, she had to wait until her babysitter decided it was time, even if that was hours away...
And, she realized in horror, she was already there. It was up to Hazel when, or if, she got changed.... And this was happening out in public. She whimpered, staring up at Zella, trying to reconcile the reality she knew, that the girl was her step-daughter now, not her big sister, not a babysitter, but it was almost impossible, all things considered, especially with Kenzi's hand right on the seat of her lumpy diaper.
"I thought you did whatever she wanted," Kenzi teased. "That includes letting her diaper you up nice and extra thick and then not having to worry about changing you, doesn't it?"
"Y-Yeah," Janet admitted reluctantly.
Kenzi raised an eyebrow with a skeptical, "Hmm," clearly not convinced. She did let go of Janet, however, standing back up as Hazel walked over to them, shoving the package of diapers into Janet's hands, followed by a second, and a third, until it was all Janet could do to keep from dropping them
"There you go," she said. "Since those are yours, you might as well carry them."
"B-But..." Janet groaned. She felt ridiculous, holding them, toddling around with them when it was clear she was wearing them, too, or at least something very similar to them... Although, honestly, it wasn't like it really mattered. Any of the three could have had them, and it would be obvious they were hers, and that, if they had that many, she must really need them. There was just something about having to wrap her arms around them, carry them around, that made it extra embarrassing.
"And here's these, too," Zella set the soaker pads on top of the diapers, the plastic of the packages slippery enough that Janet had to push her chin down onto them, pinching them together, making it look even more as if she were giving them a pleasant hug. "Don't let them fall... We're getting them one way or the other. I don't mind marching back here to get another pack... Do you?"
"I-I'll keep track of them," Janet promised.
It took both arms for her to keep ahold of the diapers, so she didn't have to hold Hazel's hand... The bigger girl and her friend walked to either side of her, though, escorting her, keeping her moving with swats to her messy diaper if she started to slow down. It would have been nice to get out of the diaper aisle, were she not carrying what felt like half of the contents around with her... And if they hadn't went right for the baby food aisle next.
"I don't need baby food!" she hissed, not wanting anyone else to overhear her, even though she knew it was probably pretty obvious it was for her, considering her outfit, and the diapers. "I can eat real food!"
But they just kept giggling, sorting through the tiny jars and pouches, picking flavors out without asking Janet what she liked or wanted - although, to be fair, the answer would have been 'none of it'.
"Hmm," Kenzi mused, after a few, long minutes of Janet whining and looking around anxiously, hoping nobody she knew saw her here, like this. "I don't think she's going to be able to carry all of this."
"W-We don't really need the soakers," Janet helpfully suggested. "And we don't need that much baby food, so...."
"I'll go get us something to put it in," Hazel offered, cutting her off. "Can you watch her for a minute?"
"Of course!" Kenzi grinned. "She's like my niece now... I'll take very good care of her."
She kneeled down again, as Janet watched Zella walk off, wondering what she was going to get... She wasn't sure if a basket would be big enough for the diapers to fit into, though maybe she'd be able to off-load the soakers, at least. A cart would fit everything, easily... But then Hazel might make her sit in the front, and sitting anywhere at the moment didn't sound fun...
"Here," Kenzi gently took the diapers out of Janet's hands, setting them down on the floor beside her. "We'll be waiting for a sec."
Janet was grateful, for a split second, until she realized she was now more exposed, more easily recognized, without anything to block her. And, to make matters worse, Kenzi was taking out her phone, aiming it at her.
"N-No," she pouted, hands unsure what to do, reaching for the crotch of her onesie, as if she could use it to hide her bulky, messy diaper any better than it already was, then up to her face. "N-No pictures!"
"But sweetie," Kenzi told her in a sing-songy voice, "I hafta show off my precious little niece to all my friends!"
"No!" Janet whimpered, finally making a choice and covering her face. She didn't know how close Kenzi was to her high school friends, but she couldn't let any of them see her this way... The more people that spotted her, the bigger chance there would be that one of them would figure out the truth, and tell Kenzi. As much as she'd wanted Zella to figure it out the previous day, she wasn't sure she wanted Kenzi to know...
And, honestly, she wasn't positive about Hazel anymore, either. Things had gone too far now... Zella might feel bad for what she'd done, but Janet couldn't deny that she'd proven that the girl might not have been completely wrong... To have used diapers as much as she had, maybe she really did need them... For someone Prissy's age, whatever that really was, it was embarrassing, though not completely unusual... For an adult, like Janet?!
"Come on, hands down," Kenzi said, quietly at first, then more harshly. "Hands down, Prissy, or I'll tell Zella you tried to run away, and she'll finish what she started out by the entrance, and I'll still get my video!"
Janet quickly dropped her hands to her side, staring down at her feet helplessly, terrified of getting spanked here, like this. Kenzi stepped in closer, aiming her phone up at Janet's scared, sniffly face. "Why are you so cute, Prissy?" Kenzi asked.
Janet shook her head, trying not to answer, but Kenzi wasn't going to accept that. "I-I dunno," she shrugged, finally.
"I do!" Kenzi declared, spinning her around, and, with one, fateful tug, opening up the onesie, exposing the droopy diaper within to anyone and everyone looking.
"No!" Janet gasped, grabbing for the flaps of the onesie, trying to pull them down, to hide again, to no avail.
"Look at these sweet, pink diapers!" Kenzi narrated. "Aren't they just the most ador... Uh-oh!" She sniffed dramatically, giving the diaper's bottom a poke. "What happened here, Prissy?"
Janet had enough time to feel glad she was facing away from the camera before Kenzi turned her around again, capturing her humiliated expression. "What did you do, Prissy?"
"I-I..." Janet stammered, face beet red.
"Did you go poo-poo in your diapies?" Kenzi mocked.
"N-Nooo," Janet shook her head, squeaking when her tormentor reached down, gave them a pat.
"Are you sure?"
"N-No," Janet sighed.
"Why would you do that?" Kenzi asked. "Why didn't you wait for the bathroom, like a big girl? Is it because you aren't a big girl?"
"I-I am!" Janet insisted.
"You messed your diaper," Kenzi reminded her. "Does that make you a big girl? Or does that make you a baby?"
The question was so unfair, especially now, with her standing there, in her squishy diaper, a whole pile of fresh diapers sitting beside her, waiting... "I-I'm not..."
"I agree," Kenzi leapt on her opportunity. "You're not a big girl at all, are you? You're just a baby who needs her diapers, aren't you?"
Janet stomped her foot with a pout. "I'm not!"
"Tell me what you did, and why, or Auntie Kenzi is going to tell your big sister about what a bad baby you've been behaving like while she was gone."
Janet whimpered, looking around, blushing deeper as she accidentally caught the eye of more shoppers, positive they saw her diapers on display. Hazel was nowhere to be found... "I-I went poopy in my diapers," she said with a sigh. "B-Because I need them, 'cause I'm just a b-baby..."
"So clever!" Kenzi gushed, finally putting her phone away, tugging the flaps of the onesie down, snapping them back into place, hugging Janet's diaper closer to her bottom again, making her feel anything but clever.
Finally, Hazel returned, carrying a basket, which the bigger girls quickly filled with baby food, not even offering to put any of the things Janet was tasked with carrying in it as she struggled to pick them all up again. "Why did you even set them down?" Zella rolled her eyes, watching her. "I wasn't gone that long!"
Janet glared up at Kenzi, who only smirked, not bothering to point out that she'd suggested it. Finally, arms full once more, she toddled after them, even further away from the cash registers. She was in the midst of crafting a way to point that out without getting in trouble for 'complaining' when they stopped, and she saw that they were headed to the clothes.
She breathed a sigh of relief. This was, probably, the one place she was happy to end up in, knowing that it meant they were going to get her something else to wear, something that might hide her diaper... They'd even brought her to the Juniors' department. She liked dressing a bit more professionally than anything there, but it was worlds better than the kids' section, which was definitely what she was expecting.
"You go ahead and start looking," Hazel told Kenzi. "I'll get her set up."
There was no attendant outside the fitting rooms, nobody to enforce the posted rule asking them not to take any un-purchased merchandise other than clothes they were trying on inside the rooms, so Zella brought it all in, setting the basket down on the floor, letting Janet lay down her diapers. Instead of helping Janet get out of her onesie, however, she picked the girl up, setting her down on the bench, fully clothed.
Janet gasped, toes and nose curling up in disgust as her backside sank fully into the mushy mass in her pants, sending it squishing and rushing in every direction, spreading all the further throughout her diaper. It was incredibly mortifying, almost more than the messing itself had been, leaving her unable to do anything but sit and suck her pacifier for a few moments in stunned silence while Zella ordered, "Stay right there. If you've moved at all when I get back, you're going to regret it... And if I catch you even looking at the door..." The threat hung heavy in the air. "Understand?"
Janet, at first, shook her head, trying to signify that she wasn't going anywhere, before her brain caught up with her body and made her nod instead, to actually answer the question. "I-I understand," she mumbled from behind her paci, positive her voice sounded quieter and more babyish, too, to match how she was feeling.
She was definitely worried about what they were going to pick for her; she would have been happy to be out of the public's eye, if Hazel hadn't made her sit down. She wiggled, struggling frantically to find a comfortable position, quickly realizing that wasn't possible. No matter what she did, or how she sat, there was no escaping the truth of what she'd done to herself, of how much of a baby she was, just like Kenzi had made her say.
When Hazel returned, it was with one of the last things Janet would have expected - a bikini. It definitely wasn't going to help her hide her diaper, but it would be nice to get to dress up in it, to feel like an adult again...
But Zella didn't unsnap her onesie for her, or take it off... She started to undress herself, giving no thought to Janet sitting there, paying her no more mind than she would have any other toddler. In no time, she was stripped down to her bra and panties, trying the bikini on over top of it. She examined herself, began to turn to Janet, then, after a knock on the door, opened it and let Kenzi in.
"You look so hot!" Kenzi giggled, hanging up a bikini of her own, beginning to take off her own clothes. Janet blushed, nursing away on her pacifier, the sight of these girls mostly naked reminding her of how much they'd teased her for how small and undeveloped she'd been in high school... And how little she'd changed since then. If anything, right now, she felt tinier than ever.
This wasn't fair! Weren't they here to get her a new outfit? Why was she having to watch them flaunt their bodies, while she was still stuck here in her infantile onesie?! At the very least, this definitely felt like something they could have done after buying her at least one package of diapers and changing her, so she didn't have to be trapped in her messy pants.
"That's cute!" Hazel told her friend, when she was finished changing. "I think something with more red might be better, though... What do you think, Prissy?"
Janet looked up, shocked that they were asking her opinion. They definitely were, however, Zella slinking over, tugging the pacifier out of her mouth. Janet gulped, the loss of her one comfort making her all the more aware of the differences between her and the other two girls in this little room... And of the mush in her diaper.
"It's okay, Prissy," Kenzi giggled, bending over to boop the girl on the nose, showing off her impressive cleavage in the process in what hardly felt like an accident. "Tell us what you really think."
What she really thought... She knew that probably wasn't what they actually wanted, but it was hard to hold it back. She almost wasn't sure what was going to come out of her mouth as she opened it, saying...
"Can I try something on next? You promised me a new outfit!"
"Can you please, please change me? This diaper's so icky!"
"You both look really pretty! I hope I look like you two when I'm a big girl!"