Published: October 31st 2020, 4:02:00 am
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"All right, Sabrina," Corey teased. "Can you fix that?"
Sabrina rolled her eyes; she'd expected this, of course, although she hadn't thought it would happen until they got to the party. It was inevitable, considering the costume she'd chosen... But it had been too good to pass up.
"Sure," she replied. "Let me get out my wand," she reached into her purse, pulling out her cell phone, "and cast a spell." She flicked through her apps, opening up the one for AAA to enter a claim, only to pause when it asked for her location. "Come on, GPS," she sighed, waiting for the pin to show up.
"What's up?" Corey asked, peering over her shoulder. "Here, let me pull up Google Maps and get the address from there."
He was lucky; he was dressed as Jughead, from Riverdale, so he had a nice, lined jean jacket, with plenty of pockets to keep his phone in, and the silly, crown-pointed beanie from the show to keep him warm, so he didn't seem to notice the cool wind blowing as he messed with his phone, his girlfriend shivering beside him.
"Weird," he said finally, frowning. "Well, we could always just go inside and ask..."
Normally, Sabrina wouldn't have set foot in a place like this, that seemed as old, and kind of run down, as it did from the outside, but she was chilly enough to agree, no matter how out of place she knew she'd feel showing up in public, dressed this way. Corey at least still looked fairly normal... Sabrina couldn't imagine anyone actually choosing to wear what she had on in everyday life.
There had been more sedate options, obviously, though she wasn't sure if people would get who she was meant to be as quickly in those. Really, if she wanted instant recognition, there was only one choice, which had been the one she'd made, committing to it fully... And regretting it a little now, as they stepped into the diner, her normally brunette hair bleached, with a black headband in it, in a red dress with a lace, Peter Pan collar, and black tights underneath.
It didn't look bad... In fact, it was kind of cute. Compared to the skimpy, slutty costumes she knew most of the people at the party would be wearing, however, she'd already been having second thoughts about it, even before going to face a bunch of strangers at some crappy diner. The high neckline was so modest, so demure... The skirt wasn't terribly long, yet, combined with that, it made it feel more childish, rather than sexy.
"See?" Corey turned to her with a smile, surveying the inside of the diner. "It isn't so bad..."
It was definitely cleaner than she would have expected, she gave it that much. It was very 80s themed, with its black and white checkerboard floor, its neon colored chairs, a retro menu board with the black letters, pastel walls covered in movie and record art, a couple arcade machines in one corner... It felt like stepping back in time, not that either of them had been alive in the 80s to know how accurate it really was.
"Sure," Sabrina shrugged. "It's fine." There was something about it that didn't sit right with her. There were some fake cobwebs strung up, and a few seemingly hand-carved jack-o-lanterns in the window, but not enough to give it an overly spooky aura, nothing to explain why it made her feel this way...
"Hi!" Corey walked up to the counter with a friendly wave. "Sorry to bother you, but could we get a little help?"
"Of course!" the waitress grinned. Her uniform made Sabrina think more of the 50s than the 80s, although, to be fair, she wasn't sure what exactly would be different, and the woman did have her hair in a side-pony. It was red and white striped, with an apron over the skirt, which stopped a few inches over the woman's knees, and definitely had a petticoat underneath, fluffing it out. It was also possible, Sabrina mused, that it was a costume, too, since it looked a bit shorter than she'd think a real uniform would be, the top unbuttoned just a little too low... "What can I do for you two? Oh, my! Aren't you the cutest! What are you supposed to be, dear? A dolly?"
"Umm... Yeah, something like that," Sabrina told her, not wanting to explain what she was actually dressed as, if this woman hadn't seen the show. She'd probably seen the old version, she thought, judging from her age, and she didn't feel like going into the fact that there was a new one, much less how different it was....
"We had some car trouble," Corey spoke up, saving Sabrina from the waitress. "We were hoping to get the address, so we could get someone out here to help..."
"I am so sorry about that!" the waitress turned to him. "You know, I can just never remember what the address is myself, but I can go ask the owner... Why don't you two take a seat, and look at our menu to find something to snack on while you wait?"
"We're fine," Sabrina shook her head, not certain why she was so against the idea, yet definitely creeped out at the thought of staying here any longer than they had to, much less eating here...
"Come on, Sabrina," Corey sighed. "They're helping us out, and it's probably going to take AAA a while to get here anyway..."
The waitress's smile froze, her attention switching back over. "Sabrina?" she asked. "Isn't that a nice name?"
"Sure, I guess," Sabrina shrugged.
"Well, Sabrina," the waitress said. "Why don't you sit over at that table, and I'll be by to help you out in just a minute."
Sabrina didn't want to, but still, somehow, found herself walking over, sitting down in one of the neon chairs, her legs almost seeming to move on their own. Resigned, she looked around at what the other patrons were eating. It looked like the typical, greasy diner fare, exactly what she would have expected from a place like this.
"The burgers look good," Corey observed. "I think I'll get one of those! What about you?"
"I don't want anything!" Sabrina rolled her eyes. "I really think we should go..."
"Go where?" he asked. "The car's not moving... We might as well enjoy ourselves here. We were gonna grab something from a drive-through before the party anyway, so why not get something here instead?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "I just..."
"I'm gonna hit the bathroom while we're waiting for her," he interrupted. "I'm gonna get a double cheeseburger, if she comes back before me."
"I-I'll go, too," Sabrina decided, not wanting to be left alone here. Corey was already on his way, however, and, as she attempted to slide out of her seat, she realized something had changed. "What the hell?" she frowned, looking down, feeling something between her legs.
How had she sat down without noticing this?! She blushed, squirming in her seat, more confused the longer she thought about it, wondering why Corey hadn't said anything, how she could have possibly gotten in, completely oblivious... She was sitting on a wooden booster seat, made to transform the diner chair into a makeshift high-chair, a piece of wooden jutting up in the center, keeping her legs apart, right under the tray that was closed over her lap, trapping her inside.
Even more confusingly, there was a black strap, winding around her waist, and between her legs, all snapped together in the center. She knew she hadn't fastened that, and yet... There it was, holding her firmly into the seat, her dress bunched up underneath it, making her realize the crotch of her tights were on display to anyone who happened to look her way.
She tried to undo the straps first, before resorting to just doing her best to tug the fabric of her dress free, so she could re-arrange it in a more modest way. She still hadn't managed either before the waitress strutted over, setting a glass of water down at Corey's seat, and, to Sabrina's embarrassment, a plastic sippy cup onto the tray of the booster.
"Do you know what you want yet?" the woman gave her a wink.
"I-I want out of this thing!" Sabrina didn't want to have to ask for help, but she also didn't want Corey to come back and see her like this. The buckle holding the straps in couldn't be that hard to undo, however, she simply could not work out the trick.
"I don't think that would be a good idea," the waitress told her. "I wouldn't want you falling and hurting yourself... Besides, I wouldn't want to deprive anyone of the view."
Sabrina blushed, glad that there really wasn't much to see, that the black tights were thick enough to keep her panties hidden... Except, when she peered down again, they weren't. They weren't a lot of things, in fact... She was positive she'd worn black ones, had gone back and had to find one of the scenes where Sabrina had worn this outfit to remember for sure if they'd been white or black, and yet, somehow, they were now white, making her underwear far more visible.
Even those weren't right, though... They were a much fuller cut, thick cotton, covered in little kittens... They looked like something a little girl would wear. In fact, as she squirmed in her seat, she was positive they were thick enough that they could almost be training pants...
"Wh-What's going on?" she squeaked.
"I'm just waiting for you to order, sweetie," the waitress replied. "Or should I let your Daddy handle that?"
"H-He's not my Daddy!" Sabrina's cheeks burned. "We're dating, and..."
"Sure you are," the woman told her condescendingly. "I'll see what he has to say."
Sabrina watched her leave, more desperate than ever to get out of this place, although she still didn't think to call out, "Wait! Did you get the address?!" until the woman was out of earshot, or just ignoring her.
"Did she... What are you doing?" Corey chuckled as he returned, seeing Sabrina yanking at the straps in vain. "Why are you sitting in that thing?"
"I don't know!" she whined. "Get me out of it!"
"Hmm..." he teased, eyeing her drink. "Looks like you're all set..."
"Corey!" she snapped. "This isn't funny!"
"Ready now?" the waitress appeared behind Corey.
"Yeah, I think so," he smiled. "I'd like a double cheeseburger and fries, and she'll have..."
"Nothing!" she sulked. "I'm not hungry!"
The waitress shook her head. "Oh, I don't think that's a good idea... You need at least a little snack... Why don't you get the tater tots, sweetie?"
"I'm not hungry!" she repeated, while Corey nodded.
"Sounds like a good idea," he agreed. "She'd probably steal half my fries otherwise."
Sabrina was fuming, and forgot, again, to ask for the diner's address, only getting angrier when Corey didn't help her out of the booster seat... And when she attempted to get the lid off the sippy cup so she could drink something, after getting so worked up trying to escape. Eventually, she had no choice but to drink out of it.
As if that wasn't bad enough, as soon as she swallowed the water, her bladder began begging for relief. It had been starting to get full, though she was confident she could make it to the party first... Now, out of nowhere, it was ready to burst. "Corey, I really need out of here!" she tried the straps again. "Like, right n...!" She gasped, pressing her hands to her crotch, cheeks turning bright red as her body let go, horrified that the training panties wouldn't be enough, that she was about to leak all over the floor, in front of her boyfriend, and everyone in the diner.
That wasn't what happened, however... She felt the padding growing warm beneath her fingers, making her blush deeper, nose wrinkling, yet, at the same time, she could feel something else happening. The panties were expanding outwards, growing, changing... At first, she assumed they must be swelling to accommodate her accident, but it didn't take long for it to be obvious it was more than that. The outside was growing a bit stiffer, making a noise as she shifted her weight in the booster seat...
She looked down at herself, swallowing anxiously, to see a full-blown diaper bulging beneath her tights, incredibly obvious to anyone with any experience being around children. "N-No way!" she squealed, stupidly drawing attention to herself. She could feel more eyes on her, heard more tittering and giggling from the other patrons...
"What are you wearing?!" Corey asked. Sabrina pulled hard on her dress, wanting more than ever to yank it free to hide what her undies had become. "You don't actually... need those, do you?"
"No!" she shook her head, feeling the padding squish beneath her legs, soggy from her accident. "I-It's just..."
"Here you go!" the waitress put a plate down in front of Corey, with his burger and fries. The bowl Sabrina was given, on the other hand, was not the tater tots she hadn't even wanted... "Eat up," the woman smiled at her, setting a plastic spoon next to the heaping serving of oatmeal. "It's good for you!"
"N-No, I-I didn't..." Sabrina protested. "I-I don't..." She didn't like oatmeal in the best of time, and this looked particularly bland and tasteless. The sight, and smell, of Corey's meal was reminding her she was hungry.... Just not hungry enough to settle for what she'd been given.
"I don't know what's gotten into you today," Corey picked up his burger. "I think we're going to have to have a long talk tomorrow..."
Sabrina stomach growled, watching him take a bite, but she was determined, pushing the bowl away, to the very edge of the tray. She wanted to shove it off, to make it fall and break and make a mess for the waitress to clean up... That would be petty, though, and mean. And, it turned out, impossible, since, as soon as the bowl hit the edge of the tray, it floated into the air. "C-Corey!" she whined, pointing, happy for some evidence that this place was more than it seemed. "Look!"
He was too busy with his burger to see the bowl as it bobbed behind Sabrina, although he did stop when his girlfriend gasped, feeling the rear of her tights, and diaper, being peeled back, something thick and warm and gooey being poured into them. That was the exact point she didn't want him to see her, unfortunately, feeling like she was in the middle of an even worse accident.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Looks like she made a bit of a mess," Sabrina's stomach churned at the sound of the waitress's voice, and again as she felt a hand giving her rear a pat, squelching the mushy mass there around her rear.
"What? No way!" he shook his head in disbelief... But stood up, walking around the table.
"I-It isn't that," Sabrina whimpered. "C-Corey, please don't look!"
He didn't have to lift the back of her dress at all, making her wonder if it had ridden up back there, too, if the back of her diaper had been on full display to anyone seated behind her this whole time, a prospect that was all the worse now that it was all lumpy. "Sabrina! I can't believe this! That is disgusting!"
"N-No, I didn't!" she insisted.
"It's all right," the waitress assured Corey. "I'll take care of it... You finish your food." She finally unlatched the strap, having no issue with it whatsoever, removing the tray and helping Sabrina out, taking her hand and leading her through the dining room, humiliated. Frantically, she tugged at her dress, only to find that it had shrunken, now stopping just above the waistband of her diaper, putting the whole thing on display, her tights doing nothing to disguise it, or the state of it.
She could hear everyone snickering, whispering about her, the oatmeal squishing between her legs, feeling far too similar to what she assumed the real thing must be like. It was a walk of shame far worse than anything she'd experienced in her wild, college days, one that almost made her grateful when she was led into the bathroom by the waitress...
Until the door shut behind them, and suddenly everything changed again. She looked up at the woman, her eyes travelling up, and up, and up, realizing that, somehow, the waitress had grown far taller than her... Or, rather, that she, like her dress, had shrunk. The waitress picked her up, setting her down on the changing table on the wall, Sabrina squeaking as her backside sank into the mass in her diaper once more.
"A doll, huh, Sabrina?" the waitress grinned. "I sure hope that really is what you wanted to be... If you were actually supposed to be from that horribly offensive show... Well, any real witches that saw you might get offended, and angry..."
"N-No!" Sabrina shook her head. "I-I was just a doll!"
"I thought so," the waitress nodded. "A cute little Betsy-Wetsy... One who can barely finish drinking her ba-ba before she soaks her diaper... Isn't that right?" Sabrina nodded, blushing. "Well, in that case, you are absolutely perfect! Your Daddy must be so proud... I'm sure he doesn't mind changing you at all, no matter how many times he has to do it, since you just can't stay dry... Or clean..."
"N-No!" Sabrina whined. "N-Not that!" This fake version was bad enough... She couldn't imagine having to do it for real...
"It's too late," the waitress informed her. "You were smart, not to have any of that oatmeal... But I wasn't letting you out of here without a full diaper, one way or the other." She gave the oatmeal-filled diaper a pat. "Now, come on... I've had enough of you."
The waitress lifted her down off the changing table. Sabrina opened her mouth, wanting to complain about not having gotten a change, but thinking better of it, having to reach up quite a ways to keep ahold of the woman's hand as she was led out of the bathroom, into the diner.
She'd hoped the door would work backwards, too, that she'd grow back to regular size once she was through it; unfortunately, she stayed tiny, toddler-sized, despite her otherwise adult body, as she toddled back to her table.
"I am so sorry," the waitress told Corey. "Turns out the diaper dispenser is fresh out of changing kits! I think she'll be all right until you get her home, though."
"That's all right," Corey smiled. "I should have brought a change with me... It's my fault. And hers, for not letting me potty train her, but you know how kids are."
"I do," the waitress chuckled. "But I'll tell you what... Since I promised her a change, and couldn't give it to her, your dinner is on the house."
"You don't have to do that," Corey told her, but she insisted, refusing to take any money as she ushered them out the door.
"And look," she said. "Seems like AAA is all done with your car! I'm sure it's good as new!"
"B-But we never..." Sabrina squeaked.
"Oh, and you don't want to forget this," the waitress handed Sabrina a plastic pumpkin, overflowing with candy. "After all the hard work I'm sure you had to go through trick-or-treating today, that would be a tragedy."
Sabrina knew that hadn't been the case, that she'd been on the way to a party, that she was much too old for trick-or-treating... But Corey didn't seem to. "Go on, take it," he urged. "I've been driving you around all night for that, and letting you stay up way past your bedtime..."
"B-But..." Sabrina stared up at him, trying to will him to remember the truth, to stop thinking about her as a daughter, as a little toddler...
"I bet she just wants a piece," the waitress chimed in. "I'm sure one won't hurt..."
Sabrina squirmed, remembering what the woman had told her in the bathroom, realizing what was bound to happen if she ate the candy, or anything else, especially if the waitress was pushing for it this hard...
"You're right," Corey agreed. "Go on, Brina... That's what Halloween is all about, after all!"
"I-I'm not hungry," Sabrina protested.
The waitress knelt down. "As fast as you ate your oatmeal, I doubt that," she said. "Now, eat up, sweetie... Unless you'd like to be a real doll?"
Sabrina gulped, knowing, after everything else, she needed to take that threat seriously. She didn't like what had happened to her already, but if she got turned into a toy, there would be no way out of it... Reluctantly, she picked up a piece of candy, slowly unwrapped it, popped it into her mouth... And, almost immediately, felt her knees bend, her mouth grunt, her tummy push, as her diaper ballooned out beneath her tiny dress, loudly and publicly pooping her pants, combining with the oatmeal to make quite a full load.
"Guess it's a good thing I wasn't able to change her after all," the waitress winked. "Wouldn't have made much of a difference. Now, you be a good girl for your Daddy, Sabrina..." She patted the shrunken, mortified, young woman on the head, and then on the seat of her diaper. "And happy Halloween."