Published: September 2nd 2020, 2:00:02 pm
She couldn't help herself; no matter how much she wanted to be a good girl, do what Hazel told her, avoid any complications, or punishments, they had gone too far this time.
"No!" she stomped her foot, feeling her face grow red for what may have been the hundredth time that day, but this time from anger, not shame. Mostly, anyway... What had happened was still embarrassing, and being left that way, expected to simply walk around, diaper still full from the mess she'd made, was even more so, though it was having a hard time competing with her rage in the moment.
"No?" Zella raised an eyebrow. "That's what you have to say to Auntie Kenzi? Just no?"
Was Hazel egging her on? Did she know what was going to happen, and want to encourage Janet to go off? That was worrying, like she was walking into a trap... But it was already too late to stop herself.
"No!" Janet repeated. "I'm not going to thank her! She didn't even actually change me! I want a new diaper, right now!" Janet knew her voice was getting out of control, that it was possible anyone outside the bathroom might overhear her, but she couldn't force it to be quieter when she was so mad.
"Such a demanding little baby," Hazel shook her head, stepping closer to the smaller woman.
"She can't just leave me like this!" Janet insisted.
"She can, and will, do whatever she wants with you," Zella countered. "And do you know why? Because you are a silly, helpless, little girl, and she is a grown-up."
"I just want a clean diaper!" Janet's hands curled into fists, her feet stamping at the tile floor again. "That's all!" That was, Janet thought, the very least she could have expected from a diaper change.
Zella suddenly reached out and grabbed her, Janet cringing and flinching, her bravado dimmed somewhat as she wet herself slightly, scared of the consequences of her actions. Hazel spun her around, making her look at Kenzi, standing there, smirking, as she hooked a finger into the rear waistband of her diaper, tugging it outwards, peering inside.
"You're right," she agreed. "That definitely isn't clean. You made quite the mess, didn't you?"
Janet blushed. "Y-Yes," she admitted. "A-And if you don't change me, I'll get a rash!" That would be mortifying... Even after the weekend was over, being stuck with an itchy bottom, squirming around, having to come up with excuses anytime someone asked what was wrong, for however long those things lasted...
"Oh, you will?" Zella crossed her arms. "Aren't you the same girl who didn't want to let me use baby powder on her, because she wasn't going to get a rash?"
That had been so long ago... Less than a day, but, considering everything that had happened since, it might as well have been a year. She'd used a diaper already then, yet pooping in one was a whole different story, made the threat feel so much more real. "W-Well, I don't want to risk it," she mumbled.
"Don't you worry," Hazel let go of the diaper, letting it snap back into place, then giving the rear of the diaper a hard swat, the double layer of padding taking away most of the sting, but not all, leaving Janet squirming and pouting as she was taken by the shoulder, turned back around to face her step-daughter. "If you do get a rash, I'll take care of it."
"No!" Janet fumed. That wasn't good enough! She didn't want to get one in the first place, didn't want to spend another second in this gross, stinky diaper!
"Here we are," Zella shook her head with a sigh. "Back to 'no'... I guess I should have known not to expect any deeper argument than that from you." She held her hand out, signaling the end of the conversation, and that she was ready to get going. When Janet didn't loosen her hands out of the fists they had become, or raise them to take Hazel's, the bigger girl reached down, snatching for her wrist.
Janet wasn't certain what to do, how to get out of this. Kenzi was right behind her - not that there was anywhere she could escape further into the bathroom, anyway - and she had no hope of ducking around Hazel and getting to the door. Even if she did, that was the exact thing she was trying to avoid... Overwhelmed and upset, she did the only thing her brain could think of in the moment and sat down.
It was, obviously, a mistake, her bottom sinking once more into the squishy filth, the other girls seeming to grow taller still, towering over her, making it clear who was in charge here. "Prissy, I'm starting to lose my patience, little lady," Hazel sighed, closing her eyes briefly. "Get up off that dirty floor right now."
"I won't!" Janet glared up at her with determination. Zella grabbed at her wrist again, and, Janet tried to dodge it by leaning away, the giant bulk around her waist making it harder than she expected, ending with her falling onto her back.
"Priscilla!" Hazel snapped. "Don't you dare!"
She tried, yet again, to get ahold of the girl, and, with nowhere else to run, Janet did the only other thing she could to stop that from happening by moving her arms, flailing them against the cool, tile floor, her feet starting to kick as well, almost instinctively. "This isn't fair!" she wailed. "I'm not going out, I'm not! I want a change, right now!"
She was, she realized too late, throwing a tantrum. A classic, toddler-style, tantrum, right there in public, where anyone could walk into the bathroom and hear her, and, no doubt, which they could no doubt quite plainly already do outside. By the time it occurred to her how childish it was, there was nothing she could do about it, no way to stop the momentum as she let out all of her frustrations from the past day.
Finally, she'd worn herself out, lying there, trying to catch her breath, staring up at the two younger girls, blushing when she saw the phone in Kenzi's hand, recording the whole thing. "Well, then," Hazel said, lips pursed, "are you finished?"
Janet nodded tiredly, letting Zella help her to her feet, a small smile of triumph crossing her face when she was led not out the door into the store, but back towards the stall yet again. It had worked... She wasn't sure how to feel about that, if she should be proud that she'd gotten her way thanks to a tantrum; getting out of this dirty diaper was certainly a victory, though.
Except, that wasn't what happened. "H-Hey," she frowned as Zella sat down on the toilet instead of unfolding the changing table from the wall. "Wh-What are..?" Hazel yanked her over her lap, Janet squeaking and squirming as she felt the upper layer of her diaper being slid downwards. "N-No!" she tried again, but she already knew that, this time, it wasn't going to work. She didn't have the strength to go all out, and, even if she had, she was in a far more vulnerable position now.
To add a cherry to this sundae of humiliation, Hazel had left the stall door open, allowing Kenzi to saunter over, leering in at her with that accursed phone, to witness the whole thing. "I-I'm sorry, Zella!" Janet whimpered, trying to wriggle free of the larger girl's grip. "I-I won't do it again!"
"I know you won't," Hazel told her, her hand pressing against the mushy seat of Janet's diaper, starting to rub as the girl blushed and squealed helplessly. "I only wish there was time for us to go buy a hairbrush, but little babies like you need to feel the consequences for their actions right away, or they won't know what to associate the pain with."
And there was definitely pain. Janet opened her mouth to apologize, her words cut off by a wordless howl of pain as the punishment began, Zella pulling no punches as she delivered swat after swat to Janet's backside, still sore from the day before, and growing even messier than spending all that time sitting on the bench in the fitting room had made it as the stinky mass was spread across all of it, ensuring there was no escaping the feeling of it, or the fresh throbbing setting in from this newest spanking.
Janet was a bawling mess almost as soon as it started, and only went downhill from there. By the time it was over, and Zella was lifting her down, setting her on her feet in front of Kenzi, she would have done anything to make it stop. "All right, Prissy," Hazel said. "Let's try this again. What do you have to say to your Auntie Kenzi?"
Janet looked up at Kenzi, and her phone, then down at herself, at the messy diaper around her waist, and the clean one around her ankles, hoping that video stayed with the girl, and never went any further. Whether it did or not, though, was completely out of her control, just like seemingly everything else that was happening this weekend. "Th-Thank you, Auntie Kenzi," she sniffed.
"You're very welcome," Kenzi grinned, reaching over to pat her on the head.
It was a relief when Hazel slid the pacifier into her mouth, a comfort to feel its presence there, between her lips, letting her calm down. "I don't want to hear a peep out of you until I, or Kenzi, takes that out. Not one sound. Do you understand?"
Janet began to answer, then nodded her head silently instead. She stayed silent while she watched Hazel rustle through the shopping bags, extracting two more soakers, adding them to the already massive combination of padding before tugging the outer diaper back up. Janet did let out an involuntary squeal, feeling her thighs being pushed apart by the bulk, but, thankfully, Hazel either didn't hear it past her paci, or didn't count it as a 'peep'.
"This," Hazel told her, "is staying on for the rest of the day now."
Janet nibbled on the pacifier, thoughts of diaper rash swimming through her mind, but she quietly nodded again anyway. It wasn't a question, or a request, she just wanted to let it be known that she understood.
"Good," Zella brushed past her, out of the stall. "Let's go wash our hands and get out of here."
Janet watched her go, and tried to follow, but the extra padding was - in her mind, anyway - too far. She tried to lift her foot, to take a step, only to feel off balance and immediately put it back down, terrified she would fall if she took a step. "Prissy," Hazel turned back, rolling her eyes when she saw she hadn't left the stall. "Seriously?"
Janet tried again, but she didn't trust herself, didn't think she could do it. She whimper, eyes filling with tears, afraid Hazel would be mad at her, might spank her again, unable to speak to explain...
"Here," Kenzi chuckled, finally lowering her phone and offering her hand. "Need some help?"
After what she'd done, and what that had led to, Janet didn't like having to depend on her, though, if her options were that, or incurring Zella's wrath, it wasn't really a choice. Sulkily, she took the girl's hand, toddling along beside her, that extra support just enough to keep her from taking a tumble as they made their way to the sink.
"Well, then," Hazel said, once they were there, Kenzi lifting Janet's hand up to the soap dispenser and pressing out a squirt for her, "Now that we're done with that... I guess it should be up to you, Kenzi. You had to put up with all this, after all. So... What do you want to do?"
Janet looked over at Kenzi, silenced by her pacifier, unable to say anything, or affect the girl's decision in any way. What would she pick for their next stop?
"You mentioned ice cream earlier, didn't you? Prissy might not deserve any, but I'd love some!"
"We have these great new swimsuits, we have to go to the pool, duh!"
"Maybe we should just go relax at home... Prissy has had a long day already."