Published: September 4th 2020, 2:01:03 pm
A new story, commissioned by PluckyDuck.
"I just don't think it was that much to ask for, you know?" Darcy shrugged, taking another big swig out of her wine glass. "It was just a couple hundred dollars more, and, as much as we're already paying for this wedding, that's barely anything!"
"Of course," Wynonna reassured her, unsurprisingly. "If it's what you want, then it's what you should get... It's your big day, after all."
"Well," Nikki pointed out, "hers and Caleb's."
Darcy and Wynonna fixed her with an icy glare, making it clear what they thought of that opinion. "Never mind," Nikki held her hands up in surrender, seeing there was no winning this argument, at least not right now. She turned to Helena for support, but the smaller girl was quiet, shifting nervously in her seat.
"Everything all right?" Nikki slid over a little closer to her. None of this was really her scene... It wouldn't have been how Nikki would have chosen to spend her night, either, but they were both doing their best to go along with this whole thing.
"I think," Darcy had told Caleb, the day after he'd proposed, since she'd been planning this all out in her head for years, "we should go simple... I'll have a maid of honor, you have a best man, and that's that!"
It wasn't really what she wanted, but it was the simplest thing for her to do. She and most of her friends were in another fight, and the only her bestie, Wynonna, the one she could be on her side no matter what, was speaking to her at the moment. There was a chance they'd make up before the wedding... She didn't want to look like she was trying to apologize by offering them positions as bridesmaids, however.
"That's a nice thought," Caleb had replied, "but it isn't really going to work... You know my brothers are all going to have to be groomsmen."
It was the first thing they'd really, seriously, discussed about the wedding, and the first thing she was getting challenged on; if Darcy hadn't wanted a bigger party than that anyway, she would have been far more upset. "Well," she'd huffed, "I don't know who I'd ask."
"Our sides don't have to match," he'd pointed out. "If you only want Wynonna there, you can do that."
"And make it look like you're more popular than me?!" There was no way she was going to let that happen. "It wouldn't look right anyway. If all three of your brothers are going to be in the wedding, I need three, too. I just don't know who I'm going to ask, and I need to know as soon as possible so I can start working on dresses, and..."
"Well," Caleb had suggested, "if you don't want to ask any of your friends, I know Nikki would love to be in the wedding, too. I thought about having her as a groomsman, but then you'd have to find another bridesmaid. Maybe we could kill two birds with one stone."
"That's fine, I guess." Darcy didn't dislike Caleb's sister, though they weren't exactly close. If she was going to be marrying into the family, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get closer, however, and she had no doubt the girl was eager to have another female in the family after growing up with four brothers. "We still need one more... I can't cheat and have my siblings swoop in and take up all the spots." She was an only child, so, technically, that was already happening.
"You really don't think you're going to make up with any of your friends before then? I know it was a big fight, but..." Luckily, he'd gotten the hint of the scowl she gave him, and shut up. "I could ask Helena..."
"Of course," Darcy had agreed. "She wouldn't say no."
And she hadn't. Helena had been friends with Caleb for year, almost his whole life, and, although she'd only met Darcy in passing a couple times, she said yes, and now, a few months later, after plenty of dress fittings and e-mails about the way things were going to be, she was here, at the bachelorette party, dressed up like the other three girls, despite feeling more like a little kid imitating her big sisters than an actual participant.
"I-I'm fine," she nodded, putting on her bravest smile for Nikki, who reached over to adjust the smaller girl's headband.
"Your ears were crooked," she explained.
Helena blushed, wiggling on place, wondering if the fluffy tail on the seat of her leotard was straight. She was so glad Darcy had decided against doing a bar crawl like this, which had been Wynonna's original plan for the party. She was sure four women dressed up like Playboy bunnies would have attracted plenty of attention, which was, she supposed, the point, but it wasn't the kind of attention she wanted for herself.
"Who cares about her ears?" Darcy interrupted loudly, rolling her eyes. "This isn't her party! Come on, let's get to the presents!"
It hadn't really been a shock to anyone that when Darcy nixed the idea of a bar crawl, she'd instead wanted something where she was guaranteed gifts. The bridesmaids had been trying to decide on something big to go in on together anyway, but when Darcy had taken over, that had gone out the window.
"All right," Wynonna said. "Let's go get them."
There were six gift bags, set up on the table, identical in every way. Not even they knew, now, which was which, so they each grabbed two, carrying them over to the grinning, eagerly clapping Darcy, moving them to the coffee table in front of her.
"Which should I start with?" she asked, looking over the sea of tissue paper eagerly.
"Whichever you want," Wynonna told her. "Just pick one!"
Darcy looked back and forth over the bags, reaching out and snagging one from the middle row, yanking out the paper and throwing it on the floor, pulling out a black bustier. "Ooo," she held it up. "I'm gonna look so hot in this... That has to be from you, Wynonna."
Nikki and Helena looked at one another, unsure how to feel about that, if they should be insulted that Darcy didn't think they could have picked out anything that sexy for her, but she was right. "You know it!" Wynonna giggled, giving her friend a hug.
"Okay, okay," Darcy went back to the bags, choosing another, finding in it a bra and panty set, red and lacy. "Not bad," she nodded in approval, looking out over the three girls. "Well, I don't think Wynonna would have gotten me this, too," she mused. "And I don't see Helena picking it out, so it must have been Nikki."
"You're good at this," Nikki had to admit, while Helena fidgeted, wondering why Darcy hadn't thought she could have chosen it.
The next bag held a package of edible, strawberry flavored, underwear, and there was no question about who those had come from. "Wynonna!" Darcy squealed. "I can't believe you actually bought these!"
"Oh, like you aren't going to try them," Wynonna teased.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Nikki turned to Helena again, who was having a hard time sitting still.
"Y-Yeah, I'm just not used to these fishnets," she claimed.
"This isn't about you, Helena," Darcy rolled her eyes. "Stop whining."
"I-I'm not..." Helena stammered. "I-I didn't mean..."
"Whatever," Darcy grabbed her glass of wine, took another drink. "Let's see... Three more presents... I want... This one!"
Helena hadn't really known what she should buy for a lingerie party, especially for someone she didn't know all that well. After seeing everything else, she'd been worried about the reaction to her gift, and for good reason, it appeared.
"Well," Darcy said, holding up the babydoll nightie with a smirk. "That's... cute."
It was a good word for it; it was pink, with black lace around the rather modest neckline, and the hem. It was shorter than anything Helena would have worn outside, although she'd seen plenty of other people who would have gladly worn it as a normal dress, rather than the more racy stuff Darcy had been opening so far.
"Obviously, that's from Helena," Darcy declared, not phrasing it as a guess, though not in the same way as with the last item. "Thanks," she tossed off the word, just like she tossed the nightie onto the pile of lingerie, but Helena had a feeling she didn't really mean either. It definitely wasn't going on the honeymoon... There was a good chance it would end up at the back of her closet, never to be seen again, or donated to Goodwill.
"Hey," Nikki put her hand on Helena's leg. "It's okay... I thought it was nice." Helena gave her a smile, nodded.
Next was a long, lacy, sheer robe, one that wouldn't really hide anything underneath. "This has to be from Nikki," Darcy surmised. "It matches the bra and panties. It would look nice over the bustier, too, though." She wrapped it around herself, looking to the final bag. "Well, then... I suppose this means the last one is from Helena. I'm so excited to see what it is."
Helena blushed, the sarcasm in the bride-to-be's voice unmistakable. "N-No," she shook her head. "I-I didn't know we were supposed to get two things..."
"Oh?" Darcy raised an eyebrow. "So you mean it might actually be good?" She chuckled to herself, grabbing the bag and ripping into it, pausing as she got to the contents. "What the hell is this?!"
She dumped the bag out, and out fell two objects, neither of which seemed to fit in with the rest of her presents at all. The first was an oversized pacifier, the shield bedazzled, declaring the wearer a 'Crybaby'. The second was far worse, a bulky, folded up object, in a matching pale pink, one that they all recognized from the crinkle of plastic it produced as it fell onto the coffee table, even if most of them likely hadn't seen any that big before.
"Who the hell bought me a diaper?!" Darcy fumed. "Is this supposed to be a joke?!"
"That must be what it is," Wynonna told her, reaching over to rub her arm. "It's a gag gift, like the edible undies..."
"Well, it isn't funny!" Darcy glared across the coffee table, to the couch the other two girls were sitting on. "What is it even supposed to mean?!"
"Don't look at me!" Nikki held up her hands. "I wouldn't even know where to find those in that size."
Helena gulped, squirming in place. "I-I told you, I-I only bought one thing!"
"You know I wouldn't do that," Wynonna said preemptively, before her friend could even turn towards her.
"Well, somebody did it!" Darcy yelled. "Just look at that! I am not a crybaby!" She picked up her wine glass, stomping away to her bedroom, Wynonna running after her. Nikki and Helena looked at one another, neither knowing what to say, or do.
"I-I guess we should clean up?" Helena suggested after a long moment, hopping down off the sofa to start collecting the tissue paper Darcy had thrown everywhere.
Once they were finished, they sat and waited for a while, but after it became obvious Darcy wasn't going to return, they decided to turn in for the night, Nikki heading to the bedroom they were sharing while Helena made a quick stop at the bathroom first.
Or that had been the plan, anyway. Before she could reach the door, Wynonna slithered out of the other bedroom, Darcy sitting on the bed, sulking and watching through the doorway, blocking Helena's path. "I know it was you," she crossed her arms, looking down at the smaller girl. "I'm sure you thought it was funny, but I assure you, it very much was not."
"N-No," Helena shook her head. "I-I wouldn't..."
"No," Wynonna cut her off. "No more lies... I want you to go apologize to her right now."
"But I didn't do anything!" Helena insisted, stamping her foot, then nearly falling over, a combination of the heels Darcy had made them all buy for the party, and her tipsiness.
"Why are you making this harder on yourself?" Wynonna sighed. "What do you think this is going to accomplish? I know you've been close with Caleb for a long time now... Are you just jealous? Did you think you were going to end up with him?"
Helena's cheeks began to glow as she looked down at her feet. "N-No... I-I..."
"You did, didn't you?" Wynonna scoffed. "Why would he want some little girl like you when he could have her? Did you think giving her a diaper would pull her down to your size?"
"I didn't!" Helena stomped her foot again.
"You really are a child, aren't you?" Wynonna rolled her eyes. "Okay, then... Fine. I'm going to give you to the count of three to march your little bottom into her bedroom and say you're sorry. One..."
Helena looked up at her in disbelief, shocked that she would resort to this. Did she really think it was going to work on her?!
"Two..." Wynonna continued. Helena stood her ground, but she couldn't help feeling a hint of anxiety, making her squirm ever so slightly. "Two and a half..."
"I don't have anything to apologize for!" Helena blurted out.
"Three," Wynonna finished, grabbing Helena's arm and yanking her away from the bathroom, the smaller girl no match for her strength. She didn't lead her into Darcy's bedroom, however... First, she led her back to the living room, where she picked up the diaper and pacifier, still sitting on the coffee table.
"Wh-What are those for?!" Helena squeaked.
"I don't know," Wynonna grinned down at her. "Why don't you tell me?"
Helena did her best to dig her heels in, to keep from being pulled away, but in no time, she found herself in Darcy's bedroom, the door closed and locked with a click as soon as Wynonna pushed her inside, Helena nearly falling as she stumbled forward on her unfamiliar heels.
"Helena has something she'd like to say to you," Wynonna declared, tossing the diaper and pacifier down onto the bed. "But she's so upset about what she did, she can't bring herself to do it... So she's going to demonstrate how very sorry she is, instead."
Helena shook her head, opened her mouth to protest, only to get the pacifier pushed inside, the oversized bulb silencing her as Wynonna began to undress her, Darcy watching eagerly. As much as Helena had disliked her bunny outfit, she much preferred having it on to being stripped in front of these two girls who were practically strangers to her, yet there was very little she could do to stop Wynonna's assault.
"Look at that!" Wynonna teased, once she'd gotten the leotard off, and had moved on to the bra. "There's more padding here than actual breast!"
"I knew it!" Darcy giggled, finally speaking up, happily taking the bra from Wynonna after she'd unhooked it from around Helena's chest, tugged it out of her grip. Helena blushed, trying to cover her bare chest. "No need for that," Darcy mocked. "I have your boobs right here!"
Having her hands crossed over her chest made it simple for Wynonna to yank down the girl's fishnets and undies in one fell swoop, stopping to peek inside. "Uh-oh..." she chanted. "I think somebody had an accident..."
Helena groaned, struggling to mumble a defense around her pacifier, to explain that it happened sometimes when she drank, that it wasn't that bad. "She must have gotten mixed up," Darcy said, picking up the diaper. "Is this yours, Helena? Did you get confused and put it into the gift bag instead of your overnight bag?"
Helena shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes as Wynonna finished up her task, leaving her completely nude, while Darcy started to unfold the diaper, seeing where this was going. "It's so big and thick," she commented, pushing in on the center with a rustle. "And loud..."
Helena whined behind the paci as she was picked up, set down right in the middle of the diaper, pushed down onto her back. Darcy grabbed the front of the diaper, tugging it up, between the girl's legs, her thighs pushed apart by the bulk as she squirmed on her back, helpless, kicking her legs uselessly while Darcy held the diaper in place over her lower tummy, pinning her down so her friend could pull the sides up, tape them into place.
"Aww, see?" Wynonna smirked, giving the pacifier's shield tap. "It was the perfect gift after all... She is a crybaby."
Helena reached up to wipe her eyes, unable to keep herself from proving the girl right as she laid there in her diaper. "Isn't she just so cute?" Wynonna tickled the girl's exposed tummy, Helena giggling, no matter how hard she tried to stop it. "I think maybe the two of you should share this bed instead... That way she can have all night to make this up to you."
Helena whimpered, shaking her head, but Wynonna was already getting her under the covers, tucking her in. This wasn't fair! She didn't want to spend the entire night in diapers, like some toddler!
"Are you sure?" Darcy asked, though, of course, not Helena. "You don't know Nikki that well... Do you really want to share a room with her?"
"I'll be fine," Wynonna promised. "And, if we don't get along, I'll sleep on one of couches. It's not big deal, as long as you're okay."
"I am," Darcy smiled, looking over at the unhappy Helena in her bed, her voice getting quieter. "Y-You do think it was just a joke, right? Sh-She doesn't know...?"
"How could she?" Wynonna asked. "Now, go on, you should get ready for bed, too."
Darcy nodded, getting into her PJs and sliding under the covers beside her little, diapered bridesmaid, sulking away as she sucked on her pacifier. Wynonna tucked her in, kissing both of the girls on the forehead, then headed out, leaving them all alone in the darkness.
"Don't worry," Darcy told Helena sleepily, listening to her wiggling, trying to get accustomed to the thick diaper between her legs. "You'll get used to it."
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The bridesmaids were awoken by a blood-curdling shriek the next morning, Wynonna and Nikki rushing into Darcy's bedroom to find her sitting up in bed, nose wrinkled, while Helena groggily blinked beside her, squeaking and pulling the covers up over her bare chest when the other two girls appeared.
"What happened?!" Wynonna asked. "What's wrong?!"
"That little brat," Darcy spat, glaring at Helena, "peed all over my bed! I guess she was mad about what happened last night, even though it was all her fault, and wanted to get revenge! Ugh, that is so disgusting!"
Helena shook her head, mumbling for a moment before thinking to take the pacifier out of her mouth. "N-No," she stammered. "I-I didn..."
"You sure as hell did!" Darcy got out of bed, revealing her damp PJs, sweeping the covers off to reveal a huge wet spot underneath. "I guess you really do need those diapers, huh? If you could manage to soak through them and make this big of a mess on top of that."
"N-No!" Helena wailed. "I-I swear..."
"Darcy..." Wynonna looked over at her friend. "Are you... sure?"
"Of course I am!" Darcy glared at her. "What else do you think happened here?!"
"B-But I didn't," Helena insisted, stumbling out of bed herself, starting to drag one of the blankets along with her before realizing it was wet, then, nose wrinkled, letting it fall back onto the bed, blushing as she stood there, bashfully covering her chest with one arm, standing there in only a diaper. "I-I'm dry... I-I mean, in..."
She looked down at her diaper, unable to bring herself to name it. "Oh, please," Darcy rolled her eyes. "Like you can believe her!"
But Nikki stepped forward, giving the diaper a pat. Helena's cheeks darkened as she was checked like a baby, embarrassed, yet knowing it was the only way to prove she wasn't lying. "She's dry," she confirmed. "Which means..."
"What?!" Darcy's eyes widened, her own blush starting to appear on her cheeks. "N-No way! I-I don't wet the bed any... I-I don't wet the bed! I'm not the one who had to wear a diaper last night! I know it was her! It had to be!"