Published: August 18th 2020, 2:01:00 pm
"Let's get you into your new outfit," Hazel told her, "and a fresh diaper."
Janet wasn't sure how to respond to that; she, obviously, wanted that clean diaper very badly... The rest of the 'outfit', if you could even call it that, she was far less enthusiastic about. But how was she going to protest one without the other? And was she really going to say anything about either, when she'd already been threatened with a spanking multiple times?
"I-I..." Janet swallowed anxiously, glancing up at Janet, wondering if she was joking.
"Oh, are we playing dress-up?" Kenzi chimed in, smiling at the cashier with a polite, "Thanks," as she took her bag. "Me, too!"
"I mean, if you want to change her poopy pants, you're more than welcome to," Hazel shrugged.
"Zella!" Janet squeaked, cheeks burning, eyes darting around as she tried to hide behind the younger girl, looking at all the people who could have overheard the declaration of the state of her diaper.
"Oh, please, Prissy," Hazel chuckled, giving the smaller woman's seat a squishy smack. "Like they couldn't already smell you."
Janet was too mortified to say anything more as she was marched to the bathroom, heading for the handicap stall. It had been long enough since Janet had been in the restroom here, that she couldn't recall how big it was, if both of her tormentors were going to be there, surrounding her, as she got changed... Thankfully, that wasn't going to be an option.
The handicap stall was bigger than the others, of course, but not large enough for the three of them to comfortably crowd into. Janet let out a sigh of relief, glad she'd only have to deal with one or the other... Although, she assumed it would be Zella.
"Do you really want to help?" Hazel asked, looking to Kenzi, patting Janet's mushy bottom again. "I can't guarantee it's going to be fun... Honestly, I haven't had to deal with it in a while, so I don't know. Even when I was babysitting her when she was younger, she didn't do this."
"Well, of course not," Kenzi smirked, staring down at the squirming Janet. "Nobody older than a baby should be running around pooping their pants, should they?"
Janet stared down at her feet, unable to ignore the bulge of the diaper around her waist, making it impossible not to consider what the other girl had said, until Hazel gave her shoulder a light shake. "Prissy... Are you being a rude little girl?"
"N-No!" Janet shook her head. "A-And... no," she turned to Kenzi, since apparently she had to answer. "Th-They shouldn't."
"Come on," Kenzi took her by the shoulder, guiding her into the stall. "I'll get you all taken care of."
Janet still didn't know what to do... This was all so humiliating, and confusing at the same time. She wanted out of her dirty diaper, very much so... She didn't particularly want to have to clean herself up, either, after Hazel had made her sit on the bench in the fitting room for so long, as she could feel the mess all over her bottom, and knew it was going to be quite the job.
She didn't want Kenzi to change her, though, to see her naked, to be the one wiping her clean... It was bad enough she'd had to endure Zella doing it, and she'd never had a job this big. She at least trusted Hazel to do it right; she had no idea how much experience Kenzi had with this.
And now, she realized, as Kenzi shut the stall door, locking it with an ominous click, she was trapped there with her. "All right, Prissy," the girl grinned. "Let's do this."
She reached down, unsnapped Janet's onesie, whisked it back off of her head, and, as Janet bashfully tried to cover herself, snapped another picture of her. "You know," she mused, "I don't know if we even need that top... I bet you could run around like this, and nobody would think twice. That's just how cute and little you are!" She pinched Janet's cheeks. "What do you think about that? Should this be your new outfit?"
Janet whimpered, staring at the stall door, trying to will Zella into speaking up. There was no way she couldn't hear what was going on in there... The walls were far enough off the ground she could crawl through them, if need be, and rescue her 'step-sister', but there were no signs that she was going to do that.
"Is that a yes, little exhibitionist?" Kenzi teased. "I'm more than happy to help you out, if that's what you want."
"N-No!" Janet shook her head. She didn't want to wear the tankini top, didn't think it really qualified as an 'outfit' in the first place... But it was miles better than being in just a diaper. "N-No, ma'am, please, don't."
Kenzi smiled, ruffling Janet's hair. "Well, since you asked so nicely." She reached up, pulling down the plastic changing table built into the wall. "It's too bad this wasn't one of those places where this was outside, in the main part of the bathroom," she smirked. "Then your big sister could have helped us, too... And anyone else who wandered in."
Janet blushed, her mind running through that scenario, one she hadn't even considered; she wasn't certain she could have taken that. Just imagining it caused a fresh trickle of warmth into her loaded diaper. "I-I'm too big for that anyway," she pointed out, as a way to banish the thought.
"Oh, you aren't?" Kenzi raised an eyebrow, plucked Janet up off the floor, and set her down onto the waiting surface, diaper squelching beneath her. "Huh, that's funny," she put a finger to her bottom lip. "It isn't falling off the wall..." She cradled Janet's legs, swinging them up onto the changing table, sliding the girl around so that she was now lying across it, in position for what was going to come next. "And you fit on it perfectly!"
That wasn't exactly true... Her legs did dangle off one end somewhat. It felt surprisingly stable beneath her, however, and her diapered crotch was still on the table as well, in place to be cleaned and changed, so she couldn't deny that it looked like it was going to work.
"I wonder why that is," Kenzi pondered, picking up one of the bags Janet had brought in, taking out a package of diapers. "Could it be because you aren't nearly as big as you think you are?"
Janet gulped, seeing Kenzi tear open the pack, yank out one of the overnight diapers, shocked to see how it truly was even bigger than what she was wearing now. Kenzi heard her, grinning as she shoved the garment towards her.
"Here, hold this for me," she ordered, Janet tentatively reaching out and taking it. Instantly, she could hear it crinkle, feel the bulk of it beneath her fingers... And that wasn't all. Kenzi had given it to her so she could open up one of the packs of soaker pads, removing a pair, setting them beside Janet on the table.
"N-No," Janet nibbled her lip. "I-It's too big..."
"Such a silly girl," Kenzi cooed, taking the diaper from her, unfolding it on the girl's stomach, in her full view, fluffing it up before laying out the soaker pads in the center. "You think everything's too big... You thought you were too big for this changing table a minute ago, and you were wrong; now you think your diaper is too big, even though, just like the table, it's exactly the right size for you. Maybe you think everything is so huge because you are so tiny. Do you think that's it? Are you a teeny, tiny little baby?"
Janet couldn't bring herself to say, "No," despite how much she wanted to, and even the head shake she tried to do ended up miniscule, probably not enough for the other girl to notice.
Kenzi slid her arm under Janet's knees, lifting them upwards far enough to push the fresh diaper beneath her bottom, lowering her back onto it. Janet almost pointed out that she still had her old diaper on, but stayed silent, not wanting to say something stupid and provide more evidence of her babyhood. Perhaps this was Kenzi's plan, to have the new one there as protection while she got Janet wiped down.
She really wished Kenzi had taken her pacifier clip off her onesie, because she could have really used that comfort now. Without it, she popped her thumb into her mouth, looking away, not wanting to see how filthy she'd made her diaper, what a baby she truly was. She winced, feeling Kenzi doing something with her diaper, getting ready, trying to brace herself for the teasing that was sure to come once the tapes were undone...
Instead, she felt her thighs being forced further apart as the new diaper was pulled upwards, into place. "Wh-What are you doing?" she mumbled behind her thumb, returning her attention to Kenzi in time to see her old diaper still firmly around her waist before the clean one was folded around it. "K-Kenzi!" she whimpered, starting to squirm, watching helplessly as the larger girl opened one of the tapes, tugging the side tight, and fastening it. "W-Wait!"
"It's all right," Kenzi assured her. "I tore some holes in the plastic. I know how to double-diaper."
"Th-That's not...!" Janet whined, wriggling, wrinkling her nose. "Pl-Please don't do this!"
But it was too late - not that she thought her words would have had any effect anyway - as Kenzi finished taping her up, pulling her up and turning her back around so that she was sitting on the table, feet dangling over the edge, legs splayed wide by the massive padding.
"You wait there," Kenzi commanded. "Even the best babysitter has her own needs to take care of now and then."
Janet watched as Kenzi unzipped her shorts, sliding them down, sitting down on the toilet. "Just think," the girl mocked. "One day, you'll be able to use the potty like this, too, instead of going in your pants... Maybe."
Janet squirmed, blushing at the display, and at the mushy squish that she still felt with every move. She poked at the diaper, barely feeling it through all the layers of padding, then gasped as she realized - whether it was true need, or from the sound of Kenzi doing it - that she did need to go again...
No matter how hard she tried, her thighs barely put a dent in the diaper's bulk, certainly not enough to help her prevent what was about to happen, as she started to dribble into her pants, right alongside Kenzi, who was getting to do the same thing, but in a toilet, something Janet had taken for granted just a couple days earlier. Now, after everything Hazel and Kenzi had done, and said, as she sat there wetting herself once more, in a huge, messy diaper, that seemed like a distant memory.
Kenzi finished up, wiping herself off and getting re-dressed, standing up and looking at Janet. "Oh, right," she chuckled to herself. "You have a shirt, too, don't you? Good thing, too... I'm not sure your onesie would close over that diaper."
She extracted the tankini top from the bags, tearing off the tags and sliding it down over Janet's head. Of course, it hadn't magically grown any longer, so Janet's diaper was still on display beneath it, more than ever, really, since it was larger. Kenzi finally lifted Janet down from the changing table, shoving the bags of diapers back into her hands, then opening the stall door, marching out to go wash her hands.
Janet trailed behind, shocked at how difficult it was to walk now, mortified that she was still messy, and doing her best to prepare herself for the moment that was bound to happen, once she stepped out of the bathroom, or someone she didn't know stepped in. There was no way she could hide the diaper now, no hope of them being mistaken as anything else...
"Look at her!" Zella exclaimed. "Oh, it's too much!" She swooped in, giving Janet a big hug. Janet hoped she'd realize the truth, smell her, or deduce that there was no way one diaper could be that huge - though, she had surely overheard Kenzi talking about doubling up - and change her tune. "Great job, Kenzi! You really are the perfect auntie!"
"I know," Kenzi agreed, drying off her hands.
"And what about you, Prissy?" Hazel turned her attention downwards. "What do you have to say to her?"
Prissy looked from Zella to Kenzi, her blood boiling at the implication that she ought to thank the latter for what she'd done... But not knowing if she was actually brave enough to do anything about it, especially in her current outfit. She wanted nothing more than to get out of the public eye, away from the throngs of strangers who were going to see her this way.... Or did she want a clean diaper more? It was hard to decide, standing there, stinky and exposed, and utterly humiliated by this whole experience... And knowing that, if she said the wrong thing, no matter how upset she was, she might put herself at risk of another punishment. What WAS she going to say?!
"Thank you so much, Auntie Kenzi, you're the best!"
"C-Can we just go home?"
"She didn't even actually change me! I want a new diaper now!"