Published: December 4th 2020, 3:01:01 pm
Maybe she'd forgotten, Helena thought to herself, staring into her closet listlessly, not knowing what to choose. It had been a couple weeks... That might be enough time for Darcy to calm down, realize how insane her demands had been.
Then again, there was the almost whole package of diapers sitting at her place to remind her. Helena had considered, for a moment, while she was getting ready to leave, asking if she should take it, if Darcy's rule meant she had to show up in one, but after the humiliation of having to lie in the middle of the living room, allowing the other three women to jointly tape her into a fresh diaper for the ride home, she hadn't had the mental strength to suggest having them in her own apartment.
Now, though, she regretted it, not wanting to incur any more of the bride-to-be's wrath than was necessary. She had to tough this out for Caleb's sake, and it was already starting to feel impossible; angering Darcy further was only going to make it worse.
Should she text, see what Darcy had in mind? That would be the easiest way to know... If Darcy had forgotten, however, that was going to remind her.
"Ugh!" Helena plopped down on her bed, wracked with indecision. It was hot out today, and the AC in her crappy, old car was on the fritz, again, so all she really wanted to wear was a pair of shorts and a tank top, but if Darcy did want her diapered, even if she wasn't mad Lena didn't show up in one, that outfit was going to make her padding incredibly obvious.
There wasn't much in her closet that wouldn't, not for this time of year. The sundress she'd worn home after the bachelorette party hadn't really qualified, the skirt just a touch too short for her comfort, especially once she was sitting in her car. She spent the whole drive home vacillating between speeding to get there faster, so nobody in the car next to her could look over and spot the plastic peeking out, and slowing to a crawl to avoid being pulled over.
She'd torn the diaper off as soon as she got back, threw it away, then, after a few minutes, rushed the garbage bag out to the dumpster, afraid she'd forget otherwise, and have a friend over that would see it there and start asking questions. She hadn't used it, of course... Had Darcy meant for her to save it, wear it today?
She still remembered how big and bulky it was, how loud and hot and uncomfortable... Her jeans would all be too tight, and, obviously, the same was true of her yoga pants. Her dresses felt either too short, or too long to put on today... For maybe the first time ever, she was pretty sure she was completely justified in claiming she had nothing to wear.
"Just think it out, Helena," she told herself. "Darcy wasn't thinking straight... She won't go through with this. Especially not today! That would be crazy!"
But she wasn't so sure... If anything, if Darcy wasn't bluffing, this was probably the most important day - other than the wedding itself - for Helena to be diapered. If she behaved herself, though, she wouldn't have to wear it back home, hopefully...
The thought made her angry, both at Darcy, for making her thinking that way, and herself, for not standing up to the bride. She already felt so small and inadequate next to the other girls... How dare she put Lena into a position where she had to show what a 'good girl' she was, like she had to prove she deserved to be their equal?! Or even just to wear big girl panties?!
She didn't want to let Caleb down, or for the girls to tell him what happened at the bachelorette party, but she was going to stand up for herself; surely she could explain it to him, make him see it wasn't her fault...
Of course, it would be three against one, and one of those three was the woman he was about to marry... Unfortunately, those things only occurred to her after she was on her way to Darcy's house, her newfound burst of self-confidence carrying her through putting on the clothes she wanted, and the first half of the drive, long after there was any hope of having time to turn back and change her mind without being late.
"That's what you're wearing?" Wynonna smirked when she answered the door. "Bold choice..."
"You're wearing the same thing!" Helena pointed out, although she wished she hadn't; it was true, but it just emphasized the differences between them. Wynonna's breasts were straining at her own tank top, her cleavage practically spilling out, her shapely legs pouring out of the shorts in just the right way, looking so long compared to Helena's.
"But I'm not going to be wearing a diaper under mine," Wynonna reminded her, as if that hadn't been all Lena had been thinking about the whole morning.
"I'm not, either!" Helena shook her head, wondering if Darcy had said anything about it, or if Wynonna was going to end up refreshing the Darcy's memory. "I know what she said, b-but I'm not... I-I won't..."
Wynonna pulled her into the house, leading her to the living room where a changing pad was laid out in the middle of the floor, the package of diapers resting beside it, alongside bottles of baby powder and baby lotion, clearly waiting for her.
"Wynonna, no!" Helena whined, as the girl knelt down in front of her, starting to unbutton her shorts. "L-Let me talk to her! I-If I can make her see...!"
"She doesn't want to see you," Wynonna told her. "Not until your bratty little bottom is in a nice, big diaper."
Helena could hear the shower running, knew that meant Darcy wasn't going to be out until this was over. "C-Can't we wait until she's ready?" she begged.
Wynonna answered by pushing her back onto the changing pad, reaching into the pack of diapers and pulling one out. They were even bulkier than Helena remembered, the bag slouching more than she would have expected, with only two missing from it now, and every bit as loud, the crinkling echoing around the living room while Wynonna unfolded it, slid it under Helena's bottom.
"I-I don't need all that," Lena said weakly, trying to get back some of the control she'd been so certain she was going to assert when she got here, watching Wynonna shake up the baby lotion. "I-I'm not going to use these things..."
"After your little accident last time, I don't know if I can believe you," Wynonna said. "And we wouldn't want you getting a rash, not with the wedding so close! If you were up there, wiggling around and trying to scratch your itchy bum under your diaper, you might distract from Darcy and Caleb!"
"I-I'm not gonna get diaper rash!" Helena squealed, the thought of that somehow more humiliating than the diapers themselves. At least those would stay here, around the wedding... The rash would follow her until it was healed, into her real life, a constant reminder of what had happened to her.
"Not once you're all lotioned and powdered up!" Wynonna agreed. "Plus, it'll smell way better than your cheap perfume."
"I-It's not cheap," Helena sulked. Wynonna was right, however; as soon as the powder was open, it was all she could smell, overpowering her perfume handily, giving anyone around her one more thing to make her infantile underthings obvious. Sight, sound, now smell... If they touched her, they'd know, too, of course, even just an accidental brush with her poofy pants... The only sense missing was taste, though if anyone was trying to do that to her, she probably had bigger problems than her diaper.
"There we go!" Wynonna tugged the front of the diaper up, pressing the tapes down and giving them a rub, sealing Helena inside. "Did you miss them, cutie?"
"No!" Helena sniffed, staring down at herself as Wynonna sat her up. "My shorts are never..!"
"That's your fault, dummy," Wynonna pushed the pacifier into Lena's complaining mouth, silencing her.
"Not a dummy," Helena glared at her.
"You weren't smart enough not to poop your pants last time," Wynonna reminded her. "And you wore these," she picked up Helena's discarded shorts, "knowing you were going to be going into these," she gave the girl's diaper a pat. "You don't exactly seem like a rocket scientist to me. Hell, you don't seem like someone capable of passing potty training."
"I was gonna talk to Darcy!" Helena protested behind the paci.
"Oh!" Darcy said, her name almost seeming to have summoned her, towel around her hair, though otherwise fully dressed, wearing a long, flowy dress, "look who's here! And dressed appropriately, too."
"I had to give her a little help," Wynonna spoke up, "but I don't think we can trust her to get her diapers on right by herself... And we wouldn't want any leaks today, would we?"
Helena almost could have sworn she saw a bit of pink in Darcy's cheeks, although it was possible she was projecting, since there was definitely plenty in her own. "D-Darcy!" she scrambled to her feet, toddling over, staring up at the taller girl, knowing her big, pink diaper was on full display. "I-I'm really sorry, okay? I-I learned my lesson last time, so there's no reason for you to do this! I can pay you back for these diapers you bought, and we can all forget about the whole thing!"
Darcy looked down at her for a long moment, long enough that Helena almost thought she'd done it. Then, Darcy reached down, and booped her on the nose. "Nobody can understand you around that paci, silly."
"What did I tell you about talking with your mouth full last time?" Wynonna chipped in. "Of course, I don't know why I expected anything to sink in... Maybe if I give you something else to fill your mouth with, it'll help. What do you think, Darcy? Would a nice bar of soap do the trick?"
"No!" Helena shook her head, blushing. "I-I didn't even say anything bad!"
"Maybe," Darcy nodded. "She just doesn't seem to get that, when her paci is in, nobody wants to hear what she has to say... A nice mouth-soaping certainly couldn't hurt."
Helena glowered, stomped her foot, but was saved by the sound of the doorbell. Her heart thumped, even knowing it was most likely Nikki, imagining it being Caleb, instead, having him walk in and find her this way, in a pink diaper, pacifier, and tank top, getting bullied by his fiance and her friend...
"You know, it really is crazy how easy it is to get used to seeing her that way," Nikki commented, following Wynonna into the living room. "It just seems to suit her."
"Little brats like her belong in diapers," Wynonna shrugged. "And especially pacifiers. It's the best thing for them."
"And everyone around them," Darcy added.
"That's not seriously what you're wearing, though, is it, Lena?" Nikki asked.
Wynonna rolled her eyes, bending down to pick up the shorts again. "This is what she showed up in! Honestly, it almost makes me wonder if she likes this..."
Helena shook her head frantically, while the girls giggled. "She did poop her pants, like, a foot away from the toilet last time," Darcy said. "I bet she does, the little pervert... But I'd rather give her what she wants than risk her peeing all over my house."
"Oh, definitely," Wynonna agreed. "Here, let's see what we can do with these."
She opened the shorts up, holding them for Helena to step into. They went up her legs just fine, of course, but once they reached the diaper, it became more of a challenge, Wynonna tugging hard at them, practically lifting Helena off the ground as she pulled, the shorts slowly inching up over the bulky padding.
To everyone's surprise, they went on... Mostly. There was still a good inch or two of plastic peeking out from above the waistband, and the leg-holes were stretched enough to give a view of the padding beneath. The bulge itself was obvious, no matter how you looked at her, and Wynonna only managed to get the top button closed, not the zipper, giving another spot for any onlooker to see inside. The shorts were on, technically, though.
"You'd better save your messy accidents for after we're done," Darcy teased, swatting her on the seat. "There's no room in there now! You might split your shorts!"
"I-I'm not gonna poop my pants!" Helena blushed, hating that she could nearly see the other girls re-adding the 'again' she'd very intentionally left off on their own.
"That actually brings up a good point," Wynonna said. "Should we bring a diaper bag, if she needs a change? I think I saw a family bathroom in there last time, so I imagine they have a changing table there we could use..."
"Lena, are you going to need a change? It shouldn't take that long... Should it?" Nikki asked. "We're just finalizing stuff..."
"I don't know if we can trust her judgment," Wynonna interrupted Helena's head shake. "You're probably right, though."
"Let's take one, just in case," Darcy spoke up. "I think it might take a little longer..."
It wasn't an actual diaper bag, which made Helena feel slightly better - until she looked down at herself again, anyway - just an old backpack, and, unlike with the shopping bag, Darcy didn't even make Lena carry it. She slung it over her own shoulder as they all went out, piling into Wynonna's car, since it was the biggest, and driving down to the dress shop.
"There's my favorite bridal party!" the owner gushed, greeting them at the door. Helena was sure she said that to everyone... She knew she was probably being bitter, though; the first time they'd gone to get fitted, the woman had given Lena, and only Lena, a sucker as she left, clearly assuming she was a younger sister or something.
Helena squirmed, tugging at her tank top, for all the good it was going to do. Even if she could get it to hide the diaper's waistband, it was obvious in so many other ways, it was laughable to think that would matter. And the owner definitely noticed... There was a pause, a smirk, that Lena was positive could mean nothing else.
It was a small store, so there were only two fitting rooms. Darcy, of course, went in first, her dress already hanging up, waiting for her. "Which of you would like to go first?" the owner asked the other three.
"Wynonna will," Darcy decided for them, the owner fetching the appropriate dress off the rack.
"Do you need any help, dear?" the owner turned to Darcy.
"No!" Darcy shook her head. "No, I'll be fine... But, actually, there is one thing you could do for me... I know it's a little last minute..."
Helena tried to hear what she was saying, as she and the owner walked towards the fitting room, but she couldn't quite make it out. Darcy had apparently forgotten she had the backpack with her, although, obviously, it didn't make much of a difference. Helena didn't need a change, didn't intend on needing one for the rest of the trip, on having to see if Wynonna's suspicion about the family bathroom was correct.
"Nikki," she turned to her friend, once they were alone, "don't you think this is going too far?"
It spoke volumes about how concerned she was over the diaper and shorts that it wasn't until then, when she attempted to speak, that she remembered the pacifier was still in place, that she'd been marched into the shop with it firmly in her mouth. She blushed, her courage dissolving, but, unfortunately, Nikki had heard enough to ask, "What was that?", keeping her from being able to easily stay silent and pretend it had never happened.
"Nikki," she repeated, taking the paci out, "A-Are you really going to let them do this? Last time was enough, don't you think? This is going too far..."
"Were they telling the truth?" Nikki asked. "Did you pick that outfit out yourself?"
Helena wiggled in her seat, staring down at herself. "Well... Y-Yeah, but I was going to talk to Darcy, and..."
"You heard her after the party," Nikki shrugged. "Did it sound like she was going to change her mind?"
"N-No," Helena admitted. "I-It was still pretty fresh then, though, s-so I thought maybe now..."
"Lena," Nikki sighed, "I love you, but this is all on you. You're a big girl, and you knew what was going to happen. And you chose to play your little prank in the first place. I almost wonder if they're right, and this is your fetish or something, Like, it's fine if it is, this just isn't the right..."
"No!" Helena blushed. "I-It's not... I-I'm not... I-I didn't...!"
"I don't care," Nikki cut her off. "You can like diapers... You are pretty cute in them. But don't act like this is Darcy's fault." She took the pacifier out of Helena's hand, sliding it back between her protesting lips, signaling an end to the discussion, and any hope of getting Nikki onto her side.
Wynonna came out first, unsurprisingly, giving them a twirl, and taking Nikki's seat as the other girl, without discussion, decided to go next, grabbing her dress and walking into the fitting room. Lena, flustered, squirmed in her own chair, beside the person who had taped her into this diaper, who now looked even more mature, wearing her bridesmaid dress, instead of her own shorts and tank top.
"How are you doing?" she asked, giving Helena's crotch a crinkly pat. "Soggy yet?"
"No!" Helena shook her head.
"You know," Wynonna teased, "these dresses are pretty slinky... Do you think yours is even going to fit over your diaper?"
Helena shrugged worriedly. She'd been wondering the same thing, after seeing Wynonna emerge, seeing the garment hug her curves the way it did. They hadn't been that tight last time... After seeing how her own gown was shaping up, Darcy had - jokingly, according to her - told the dress shop's owner that it was okay to make the rest of them look a little sexier now. The owner was probably sick of all the changes Darcy had demanded of her, but she always came through... And had again, by the looks of it.
"It might," Wynonna said, in what Helena could almost mistake for an encouraging tone, until she continued. "But the bulge is definitely going to be visible. Won't that be adorable? At least nobody will have to wonder where all the crinkling is coming from, or why you're waddling... It'll be totally obvious!"
Helena blushed, hoping she was wrong. When she saw Nikki in her dress, however, looking just as good as Wynonna, and reluctantly went up to pick up her own, seeing how small it appeared, she suspected Wynonna was correct. Before she could step into the fitting room, though, Darcy swept out of hers, looking like a princess.
"No, no," she scolded, taking the dress away from Helena. "That isn't going to do. Where is she..? There we go!"
The owner reappeared at last, carrying an armful of dresses. These ones weren't anything like what Wynonna and Nikki had on, or even Darcy... They looked closer to something for a flower girl, all lace and frills and ribbons.
"I thought this one would work," the woman held one up. "It's the same color as the others."
"Perfect," Darcy snatched it out of her hands, shoving Helena into the fitting room she'd just emerged from, stripping her down to her diaper, wrestling her into the dress. The color did appear to match Helena's original dress, and the skirt wasn't anywhere near as tight... That was because it was a tutu, however, flaring out everywhere. The top was even tighter than the other dress, and, for a moment, Helena thought it might be a corset, that at least it would emphasize what cleavage she did have...
As Darcy pulled it tight, however, fastening it up, she saw that it had the opposite effect, flattening her chest almost completely. Even with her diaper somewhat hidden by the floofy skirt, she looked like a little kid next to Darcy, and, once she was being pushed out of the fitting room, next to the other bridesmaids as well, as they cooed over her, pinching her cheeks.
"It's almost perfect," Darcy grinned at the owner. "All I need you to do is take the skirt up a bit." She reached down, doing it herself, raising it up, flashing Helena's diaper, then lowering it back down as the girl squeaked in embarrassment, until it was a hair's breadth away from showing what was hiding underneath. "She's a squirmy little bug... Maybe this will teach her how to stand still. And, if not... Well, that's her problem."