Published: October 10th 2020, 2:01:00 pm
"Come on," Wynonna sprang into action, see how upset Darcy was getting. "Let's go start getting ready for breakfast."
"Great!" Helena was happy to agree to that, scurrying out of the room, more than ready to get out of the big, bulky diaper she'd had to spend the night in. As she passed Wynonna, however, the larger woman reached out, grabbed her by the ear, like a naughty child.
"Not you," she hissed.
"Oww!" Helena whined, squirming helplessly. "Let me go! I didn't do anything!"
"Yes, you did!" Darcy snapped, storming over to her. "I don't know what, but this is your fault!"
"No, it isn't!" Helena stomped her foot, tears springing to her eyes. "Obviously, you should have just worn the diaper yourself!"
Immediately, it was clear she'd said the wrong thing, the bride-to-be's eyes narrowing, her fists clenching. "No, it's okay," Wynonna tried to soothe her, grabbing the pacifier from the bedside table, where Helena had lain it, pushing it back into the girl's mouth. "She's just a crybaby, see?" She gave the pacifier's shield, declaring the wearer that, a tap, trailing her finger upwards to wipe away one of Helena's angry tears. "I'll take care of her... You get all this cleaned up."
Helena whimpered as she was pulled out of the room by her ear, down the hall to the bathroom. "Hey!" Nikki protested, seeing the display. "Leave her alone!"
But Wynonna simply ordered her to, "Stay out of this!" and shut the bathroom door in her face.
"I-I really didn't do anything," Helena pleaded with Wynonna, unsure how well the other woman could hear her around the pacifier.
If she had understood, she didn't show any signs, placing Helena down onto the toilet. Helena blushed, wriggled, her bladder more than ready to relieve itself, like it was used to in the morning, her brain horrified that it would get mixed up, sitting there, like she always did, would forget about all that extra padding around her waist, just feel the toilet seat through it, and let go...
Wynonna took a washcloth and wet it down in the sink, wiping off Helena's bare body, more gently than Helena would have expected. "I-I didn't..." Helena tried again, wondering if Wynonna was taking pity on her, finally.
"Hush," Wynonna smirked, drying the girl off with a towel, standing her back up. "This isn't over yet."
She did reach for Helena's hand, though, instead of her ear, and after experiencing the alternative, the smaller girl was happy to accept it, toddling out of the bathroom, where Nikki was waiting.
"This is crazy!" she informed Wynonna. "You don't even know that it was Helena who did it, you can't...!"
"I didn't!" Helena mumbled around the pacifier. "Y-You checked me!"
"No, silly," Wynonna patting her on the head condescendingly. "Not wetting the bed... Giving Darcy the diaper. We all do know it was you... Unless you'd like to confess, Nikki?"
"No," Nikki shook her head. "But..."
"Then who else could it have been?" Wynonna pressed. "It was a bad, mean-spirited prank, and she is going to pay for it. Come on." She tugged on Helena's hand, leading her into the living room, as she whimpered, looking over her shoulder at Nikki, who was contemplating what she'd been told.
"No!" Helena's eyes widened, her heels doing their best to dig in. "Th-The blinds are open! People can see me!"
"You really shouldn't talk with your mouth full," Wynonna teased. "That's very rude, Helena."
Helena squealed as Wynonna gave her a playful swat on the rear of her diaper as she guided her across the room, sunlight pouring in through all the windows, prompting Helena to desperately use her free arm to cover her chest. Wynonna shoved her into the corner with a stern, "Stay put!" before walking away.
Helena gulped, squirming, hoping Nikki would show up to save her. She was brave enough to stand up to Wynonna; Helena definitely wasn't, not on her best days, and certainly not now, stuck here in a pink diaper and paci. The corner provided some protection, but she wasn't familiar enough with this place to know how good a view the windows were getting of her padded backside, bouncing and wiggling anxiously.
It took her a few moment to remember she wasn't the little kid she felt like, sentenced to time out in her diapers. Despite her shorter size, she was the same age as the other girls, so they didn't have any right to treat her this way! She could turn around, leave whenever she wanted... Or at least see if she should be nervous about her positioning here.
By the time she worked up the courage to start doing that, however, she saw Wynonna stride through the door, Helena's head snapping back into place with a tiny squeak. She felt her heart pounding as she listened to the other woman approaching behind her, setting something down, then, to Helena's surprise, picking her up, easily plopping her down on top of the stool she'd brought in, no doubt one of the ones Helena had seen sitting at the island in the kitchen.
"That's better," Wynonna approved, pushing the stool forward, putting it back where Helena had been standing a moment earlier, just a bit higher up, likely easier to glimpse through the windows.
Helena blushed, looking down, seeing how far off the floor her feet were dangling. The hard-looking, wooden seats of the stools hadn't seemed appealing to her at first glance, though, since she hadn't even considered using them, she hadn't realized how tall they really were. She could probably have gotten up on her own... She was definitely glad she hadn't tried now, however. It wouldn't have been easy, and she was sure the other girls - including Nikki, honestly - would have teased her about it the whole night.
The diaper's padding helped make the seat more comfortable than she suspected it would have otherwise been, but the harsh, unyielding wood was far different from the bed, where she'd spent most of her time in this thing, or the toilet seat. There was no escaping the soft, plush inner lining of the diaper. No matter what she did, how she positioned herself, she could feel it, pushing against her, and, in one case, as she squirmed, rubbing in a way that made her blush intensely, glad nobody could see her face.
"Aww, what's wrong?" Helena's face grew even redder as she heard Wynonna's voice, having been so distracted she didn't notice she wasn't alone, making what had just happened all the more humiliating. "Do you have ants in your Pamps?"
That, of course, wasn't it at all. There was another reason she was having a hard time sitting still, beyond the inability to get used to what she was wearing. "N-No," she whined, shaking her head. "I-I really need to..."
"Sweetie," Wynonna mocked, "I told you, it's rude to talk with your mouth full." When Helena reached for the pacifier, however, she snapped, "Don't you dare take that out, young lady, or you're going to regret it."
Helena's brow furrowed in frustration, although there was no way for Helena to see it from the corner. "B-But..." she bounced in place, annoyed, unable to do much else, which made her feel all the more like the toddler she was dressed as.
"Oh," Wynonna smirked. "I guess you didn't understand... Not that I'm surprised. I don't really care what a troublemaker like you has to say. All the clothes you brought were boring, so Darcy is going through some of her old things, and once she picks you out an outfit, we're going to breakfast. There's really nothing more you need to say, other than 'Sorry,' when Darcy gets here."
Helena groaned, pressing her thighs together as far as they'd go. Her bladder had already been wanting relief, since before she'd been taken to the bathroom... Now, she was starting to feel pressure in her bowels, too, her body's schedule not seeming to notice, or care, about her current situation.
Thankfully, it wasn't too long until Darcy made her entrance, Wynonna picking Helena up and setting her down in front of the bride-to-be, looking far more intimidating now than she had the last time Helena had seen her. Gone were her wet pajamas, replaced by a short, sexy mini-dress, all signs of the flustered, angry woman Helena had seen in the bedroom vanished.
"I had to go pretty far back," she said, "but I think I found some stuff that will fit her... I'm surprised I even still have it. Arms up, Helena."
"I-I have my own clothes," Helena mumbled.
"Helena!" Wynonna glared at her. "Did you already forget what we talked about?"
Helena looked over at her, blushing and melting a bit beneath her gaze. "S-Sorry," she sulked.
"I know you like it," Wynonna sighed, "but this is the third time I've had to tell you... Don't talk with your mouth full."
Helena grumbled, sliding the pacifier out of her mouth. "Sorry," she repeated, sounding even less like she meant it, before turning towards Wynonna again. "And I don't...!"
"That's all you needed to say," Wynonna informed her. "Put it back in, or I'll do it for you." Meekly, Helena did as she was told, the other woman's tone making it clear that her words weren't a hollow threat.
Darcy looked down at her for a long moment, then shrugged. "Okay," she replied. "Arms up."
Was that it?! She wasn't even going to accept her apology?! Sure, she hadn't really meant it, but after being forced to say it, twice, she wanted more of an acknowledgement than that. After all the fuss she'd made, Darcy was pretending like it wasn't even that big a deal... In which case, she shouldn't be making her stay in this diaper.
"Here," Wynonna walked over, grabbing Helena's arms, pushing them upwards, away from their positions hiding her bare chest and bulging diaper. Darcy slid the shirt she'd brought in over them, tugging it down as far as it would go, the bright pink crop-top not even reaching Helena's belly button, much less the waistband of her diaper.
The matching skirt the pair wrangled her into wasn't much better, barely fitting over the bulky diaper. Looking down at herself, it seemed like it was just long enough to cover the padding, though, whenever she moved, she heard the girls giggling, and suspected she was unwittingly flashing them. She pulled at the skirt, only for it to slide down over the slick cover of the diaper, exposing the plastic waistband, which there was no mistaking for anything close to big-girl panties.
Helena whimpered, blushed. Wynonna was still laughing, but Darcy had gone quiet, her own cheeks turning a soft shade of peek as she stared, socks in hand, until Wynonna took charge. "Up we go!" she lifted Helena onto the stool again, taking one of the pink knee-socks from Darcy and tugging it up Helena's leg, Darcy snapping out of whatever had gotten into her to do the same, the pair following them up with pink Mary Janes.
"I look like a piece of bubblegum!" Helena whined, staring down at the outfit.
"What's wrong?" Darcy teased. "I assumed pink must be your favorite color... That's why you picked out this diaper, isn't it?" She reached under the skirt, giving the diaper a pat. Helena pouted behind her paci.
"See?" Wynonna turned to Nikki, who Helena noticed only then, standing in the doorway. She blushed, hoping the other girl hadn't been there the whole time, witnessing the ordeal... Though, if she had, she surely would have stopped it... Wouldn't she? "She didn't even try to deny it."
"N-No, it wasn't me!" Helena insisted.
"Too late," Wynonna shook her head. "We all know the truth... I hope you enjoyed your little prank, because now you're going to pay for it."
"No!" Helena stomped her Mary-Janed foot. "I didn't do it!"
"The more she lies, and throws a fit, the more obvious it is that she deserves a bit of punishment," Wynonna shrugged. "Don't you think, Nikki?"
Helena's eyes shot over to Nikki, her one ally here. There was no way she'd say yes to this... Was there?! "I suppose so," Nikki said, after a long moment. "If that's what Darcy thinks is fair."
"Nikki!" Helena gasped, feeling Darcy's hand close around hers.
"Sorry," Nikki told her. "That was just pretty cruel of you, Lena... This really wasn't the time."
In the best of times, Helena felt out of place next to the other women... Now, as they strutted down the sidewalk to Darcy's favorite breakfast spot, the others in their heels, dressed to the nines, while Helena was stuck in her hot pink nightmare, diapers, and flat Mary Janes, she felt more out of place than ever. It didn't help that she could hear the diaper crinkling away, could feel it shifting as she walked, rubbing against her. She tried to push her legs together, to walk normally, but that only made the other problems more pronounced... If she didn't, however, she was positive she was waddling in a super-obvious way.
They got a booth at the restaurant, Darcy pushing Helena into the inside seat, sitting next to her to keep her from being able to easily slip out. At first, Helena was glad to be sitting again, for the table to help hide her diaper... But she hadn't been paying attention to her skirt when she'd been sat down on the stool for her socks and shoes, didn't realize that it rode up, leaving the poofy crotch peeking out the bottom.
She squirmed in place, the plastic of her diaper sliding across the vinyl covering of the booth's bench as she frantically tugged the skirt up and down, trying to find the perfect balance to keep the entire, shameful secret beneath hidden before their waitress approached. Unfortunately, if that was even possible, she wasn't able to figure it out in time, freezing as she heard a cheerful, "Good morning! What can I get you ladies today?"
There weren't really any good options among the waitresses she'd seen milling around, although one of the older women might have been preferable. Sure, there was a good chance they'd had kids, and would recognize a diaper right away, but maybe their eyesight wasn't as good, or perhaps they'd just been working with the public long enough not to think much of anything they saw.
Instead, it was one of the younger women, likely a few years the group's junior, possibly working her way through college. Maybe Helena would get lucky, and she didn't have any younger siblings, or cousins, had never babysat... Though, by the look she gave Helena, and the giggle she couldn't quite suppress, Helena very much doubted that was the case.
As the other girls gave their orders, Helena realized she hadn't even cracked the menu. clumsily picking it up and starting to fumble through it, before feeling everyone's eyes turn towards her. "Umm..." she blushed, hating being the center of attention, especially now. "I-I'll take a cup of coffee, black, and..." She flipped through the menu, wishing she'd at least paid attention to what her companions had gotten so she could copy them.
"Sorry, sweetie," the waitress chuckled. "I can't understand you."
Helena frowned, looked up at her, then turned bright red. Had she really gotten so used to the pacifier already that she'd forgotten about it?! Or was it just that she'd been so distracted by everything else? Either way, she was feeling pretty embarrassed, reaching up to take it out.
"No need for that," Darcy pushed the paci back in, before it had even fully been removed. "She'll have the oatmeal, and some milk... You have sippy cups, right?"
"No problem," the waitress winked. "Coming right up!"
Neither of those things sounded good to Helena, but the waitress was already gone before she could protest. Groaning, she went back to fiddling with her skirt, trying to ignore the growing desperation in her body, diaper rustling loudly as she fidgeted, until, finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
"D-Darcy," she said, blushing, "could you, please, let me out?"
Darcy grinned down at her. "And where do you think you're going to go?"
"From the way she's been squirming," Wynonna butted in, "I think in her pants."
Helena's eyes widened, cheeks darkening. Had she really been making it that obvious?!
"Oh, yeah," Nikki nodded. "I've babysat enough to know that look."
"Nikki!" Helena pouted, not a fan of the one person who had been on her side joining in on her.
"Sorry, Lena," she shrugged. "Just telling the truth."
"Hmmm..." Darcy glanced at the wiggling girl beside her. "What do you think? Should I let her out?"
"Yes!" Helena exclaimed, pushing a hand into her padded crotch, squeezing her thighs together as far as they would go. What was the alternative?! They couldn't really want her to use these things!
"Shh," Darcy shook her head. "Nobody asked you."
Helena whimpered, staring to Nikki for help. She couldn't let Darcy do this to her! "I guess it's up to you," she said.
"Nikki!" Helena repeated, more desperately, although, hearing it out loud, muffled by the pacifier, it came off as more whiny instead.
"Well, Wynonna?" Darcy turned to her, the one that Helena knew would side with her no matter what.
"No!" Helena kicked her feet, the heels of her Mary Janes clattering against the base of the bench, not particularly close to reaching the floor on this seat, either. "This isn't fair!" She hadn't particularly wanted to come to this bachelorette party at all, but never in a million years would she have imagined that it would end like this, with her moments away from fully using a diaper.
"I was going to say," Wynonna smirked, "You should do what you want... But someone's going to have to clean her up. I'm starting to think it might do her some good to sit in her soggy Pampers for a while, though."
If only that was all that was going to happen... Helena didn't want to pee her pants, of course, not like this - she dribbled a bit if she got too drunk, but this was going to be in a whole other league - however, that definitely wasn't her biggest concern. "I-I..." she started to explain, just to clam up as the waitress approached. She wasn't sure if she had the courage to admit what was happening in her tummy out loud at all; she certainly wasn't saying it with her around.
"Here you go!" she set the bowl of oatmeal down in front of Helena, along with a sippy cup of milk. "Enjoy!"
Helena's stomach grumbled, not only from its desire to empty itself, but also the sight of all the food in front of the other women, the eggs, and bacon, and waffles, all the things she would have much rather had, instead of the gloopy, off-white goo in front of her. Was she even going to be able to gag down a spoonful of it, much less the entire bowl?!
"Guess it's too late now," Darcy said, with an evil grin. "There's no getting up from the table until you're all done, little Lena... You'd better get started."
"Darcy!" Helena squealed as the pacifier was removed from her mouth, set down on a napkin.
"You heard me," the bride-to-be told her. "The only thing that's going to make me change my mind is an empty bowl... So, go on, eat up."
Helena pressed her legs together as another cramp hit her, wondering if she had it in her, if she was going to be able to make it that long... But, it didn't look like she was going to have a choice. Reluctantly, she picked up her spoon, dipping it into the mush in front of her, squirming more desperately with every passing moment as she began forcing herself to choke it down.