Published: April 24th 2021, 2:01:01 pm
Lizzie blushed as she heard a harsh, "Shh!" from behind them, wriggling down lower in her seat, then quickly tugging her skirt down, afraid the motion had made it ride up, bringing her trainers closer to exposure.
She hadn't meant to make so much noise... She'd only reached for the drink, ready for another sip, and found that she'd waited long enough since her last one that condensation had begun to form on the outside of the cup. Combined with how huge the cup was, it made her grip slip, the cup falling back down into the holder before she could get it all the way out with a thud, her automatic response a shocked squeak.
Thankfully, with the lid still firmly in place, the drink hadn't spilled or splashed, as far as she could tell, hadn't left behind any wet spots that could be mistaken for anything else. She was more worried about that than whoever was behind them getting annoyed at her for not staying quiet, although, if she'd been alone, the anxiety for both probably would have been pretty equal... There had been warning signs hanging up around the lobby, warning patrons to silence their cell phones, and themselves, the latter illustrated with a sulky little sitting in a theater seat with a pacifier in her mouth.
Could that actually happen to her? She knew ushers could be called in, if it was thought anyone was being rowdy, or distracting... Would they really have extra pacifiers on hand for this sort of thing? She didn't think so, and yet... She couldn't exactly say for sure that it was impossible. They'd either have to have a bunch of them on hand, or have some strict policy for cleaning them, but, as unlikely as either seemed, neither was completely out of the realm of possibility.
Having Heather by her side did help mitigate her fears of that, however. If an usher did show up, they'd assume she was Lizzie's Mommy, and, if they were confident enough to say anything, they'd tell her to handle it. Most of the people she'd seen working here were 'tweeners, though, so it was more likely they'd see Heather there and slink off, knowing better than to give little-rearing advice to an Amazon like her.
And Heather was definitely giving off strong Mommy vibes now, as if Lizzie's revelation had emboldened her to show more of this side of herself... Which was, Lizzie supposed, the point. She'd wanted Heather to know she was open - to a degree - to letting her express that. Here, in the dark, where she could pretend nobody else could see, she didn't hate having Heather raise her finger to her lips, shushing her, as if she didn't know better. Or the woman whispering, "Why don't you use both hands, sweetie? It's safer that way."
"I know," Lizzie replied quietly, Heather shushing her. A part of Lizzie wanted to keep going, to make sure her companion knew that she wasn't so silly that she hadn't considered that solution herself - although, to be fair, she'd vetoed it because she was afraid it would make her look more childish - but that would sound like whining, which was even more childish in and of itself... There was really no winning here.
She picked up the soda cup with both hands, feeling positively tiny as she held it in front of herself, taking a long drink as she squirmed there in her damp training panties. It had turned into such a production, it felt ridiculous to have just the sip she'd originally been going for, so she wound up taking a couple long pulls on the straw before carefully returning the cup to its holder.
She doubted Heather meant anything by it, or that she'd even really thought about it, but a few minutes later, she reached over, casually picking up the drink with one hand, lifting it to her mouth with no issue, and drinking. After the clumsy mess Lizzie had made of her attempt, it was so simple, so easy... She hadn't even glanced away from the screen to do it!
Lizzie blushed, fidgeting beside the woman. If she'd gotten a smaller cup, she could have done that, too! It was only because she'd gotten the biggest one, wanting to share, that she'd had all that trouble. Of course, if she'd gone for something littler, would there really have been enough for both of them? She picked up the cup again - her pride wanting to do it one-handed, her brain winning out by reminding her how much worse it would be to drop it again now - partially to try to get a sense of how much Heather had drank. It still felt pretty full, pretty heavy... She probably could have gone a size down, at least, and been okay.
Now that she was holding it, she had to take another sip, or it would have looked weird. She didn't want to try to explain the whole thing, how she was wanting to tell if she'd made the right choice going so big, and not seeing if Heather was having more of it than her or anything... That was expected, really. If she had as much as Heather did, her bladder would explode! And, even if Heather hadn't paid for everything else that night, it wouldn't have bothered Lizzie to cover the snacks, whether Heather ate and drank the majority or not.
She hadn't intended on getting into her candy until later, after her big supper, but having the box sitting there beside her proved too tempting, and before long, she was ripping into it, digging out a few pieces to munch on, glad she could munch on them with no difficulty. Heather followed suit shortly after - and, Lizzie noted, being so quiet about it that, even right beside her, Lizzie almost didn't notice until it was already done - eating a handful, then offering some to Lizzie.
Lizzie had heard of the candy she'd requested, but something about it had always seemed unappealing to her, so picking up the box from the display had been the closest she'd ever gotten to it. It was definitely meant for Amazons, the box more stately and sophisticated, rather than being covered in cartoon characters and explosions of color, like the one Lizzie had chosen. There was nothing to stop Lizzie, or any other little, from eating Amazon candy... She'd just always heard it wasn't very good.
This was the perfect chance to give it a try, if only to say she had. Who knew? Maybe she'd love it... She didn't often meet her clients in person, but one the rare occasions she did, it might be impressive to be able to offer them some of this, and take a few for herself, to show them she had a more refined palate than they probably expected from a little.
She nodded, holding out her hands, Heather tapping the box, sending what looked like a few small pills into her hand. With the movie as the only light, it was hard to tell, but she knew from commercials that they were in black and white, plain and boring like the box they came in. She popped one into her mouth, unsure if she was supposed to swallow it or chew it at first. After moving it around on her tongue, waiting for some flavor to emerge, she took an experimental bite.
She wrinkled her nose, resisting the urge to spit it out immediately. They might look like the box, but she had a feeling the box would have been more pleasant to eat. It was hard to explain the flavor of it, although the word 'candy' was certainly not something she would have described it as tasting like. There was a hint of sweetness; to get to it, however, you had to get through a lot of bitterness, and something that seemed more like medicine than a treat.
"Don't like it?" Heather whispered.
Lizzie blushed, wanting to lie, to pretend she was mature enough to enjoy it... From Heather's reaction, it was clear that would be pointless. She could see the woman smiling, trying not to laugh as she watched Lizzie's face scrunch up. She shook her head, giving back the couple extra pieces that had come from the box, knowing there was no chance she was going to eat them, and not wanting them to go to waste, immediately picking the cup back up once her hands were free for a long drink of soda to try to wash away the lingering taste.
"Sorry, sweetie," Heather told her. "I should have warned you."
Lizzie shook her head, still sucking on the straw. Finally, she thought she'd done as much as she could, and put the cup down, holding up her own box of candy to Heather. The Amazon hesitated, but, perhaps feeling bad about Lizzie's experience, took a piece.
Lizzie's candy was much more fun-looking, made in lots of different shapes, soft and squishy to the touch, with a coating of rainbow-colored sugar on the outside. It looked like Heather took one of the unicorns, which sent a brief pang of jealousy through Lizzie, since they were her favorites, but that was the risk of sharing... Besides, didn't she want Heather to have the best, if she was going to have just one?
Heather popped the candy into her mouth, her hand barely leaving her lips before returning to them, resting outside as her eyes widened. "Lizzie!" she hissed, sounding horrified. "You eat these?!"
"Y-Yeah," Lizzie frowned, brow furrowed. What was wrong with them?
"These taste like pure sugar," Heather shook her head. "I feel like I've gotten a cavity already!"
It looked like they wouldn't be sharing candy anytime soon, Lizzie thought... But maybe that was a good thing. They could each have their own kind, and that was probably easier anyway. She felt like Heather was definitely over-reacting to how sweet her candy was; did Heather think the same about her, and the way she'd acted with hers? Either way, Heather barely touched the drink after that, apparently not wanting to guzzle down more sugar on top of the candy.
Lizzie, on the other hand, started to drink it more and more. She could feel her bladder starting to get full again, and the idea of having to leave the movie partway through, miss some of it, and step out of the theater door, where the cashier could see her, made her nervous. She wasn't going to make Heather come with her... However, without her, what was to stop the cashier from checking her, seeing how she was doing? What if, this time, she noticed the wet spot?
She knew she was only making things worse, but the sensation of sucking on the straw did make her feel a little better, a little less anxious. She didn't know how long the movie was, though it seemed like it was getting close to the end... She could probably make it. As much as she didn't want to force Heather to miss anything just to give her some protection, she didn't want to miss anything, either...
There was, of course, another option. She was wearing something designed for just such an occasion, after all... She wiggled in her seat, blushing that she was even considering it as a possibility. She couldn't do that... She couldn't give in, pee her pants...
Except, she already had. Not much, but it had happened, and nobody knew, other than Heather... And even she hadn't figured it out until Lizzie had explicitly forced her to, making her feel the evidence. There was no reason anyone would have to know now, either. It could be her little secret, to help her make it through the rest of the movie, and walk out with Heather, who definitely wouldn't let the cashier be mean to her.
If anyone did find out, it would be Heather herself again, and, if anything, she'd probably like it. Lizzie squirmed, remembering how Heather had called her a good girl, how that had made her feel... Would she do it again, after realizing she'd wet her pants like a toddler? Did Lizzie really want to be praised for that?
She had thought she was doing a decent job of keeping her conflict internal, and secret, but, after a few minutes, Heather leaned over, whispering, "Are you all right? Do you need something?"
"N-No," Lizzie replied, blushing. "I-I'm fine..."
But her own instincts were betraying her, her nerves making her suck away on the straw, which kept adding more fuel to her bladder's fire from the seemingly endless supply in the cup, making the thought of getting to the end of the movie without making a choice harder and harder, until...
'Just a little,' she thought. She didn't have to go all out... She could go a bit now, relieve some of the pressure, and stop by the restroom after the movie was over. Surely Heather would need to go there, too, so she wouldn't even have to ask - not that she needed permission.
She was a mature, fully potty-trained woman... She could make this work without humiliating herself... She gulped, keeping ahold of the cup so she could wrap her hands around it, gripping it instead of the armrests, afraid Heather would notice that, letting out a deep breath as she let her bladder relax...
The first spurt escaped, and instantly, everything changed. The few drops that had been in her padding hadn't been so bad... She could feel them now and then, if she shifted into exactly the right spot, but, in a matter of moments, there was no escaping it. In the blink of an eye, the padding was undeniably wet, the urine soaking into it, making it swell, causing it to grow warm and squishy... It wasn't even that much, surely enough for even these thin trainers to handle, and yet, they felt soaked.
She almost stopped herself, almost didn't risk it. She'd heard these things weren't super reliable.... But she'd barely peed at all! There was no way they'd sell them if they couldn't handle this tiny amount of moisture! There was no denying that they were wet now, no way to get into a comfortable position in the seat where she couldn't feel the evidence; she blamed that on her inexperience with this sort of thing, and the fact that these things were, really, designed to get people like her back in diapers. They were made to encourage her to want something that wouldn't get so squishy so quickly, that could soak up more without a second thought...
But she couldn't imagine they were so bad that they'd fail from this. It was barely even an accident yet! She ignored her paranoia and gave another little push, let out another brief stream...
At first, she'd thought it was fine, that she'd been right about the capacity of the garments, despite how full they felt. And then, a couple minutes later, she moved in her seat, and felt wetness beneath her, not just between her legs. "No!" she squealed, hearing an exasperated sigh coming from behind her.
"What's wrong?" Heather asked, but Lizzie was too mortified to tell even her. She shook her head silently, nibbling her bottom lip, scared to drink any more, though she was still clinging to the cup. "Lizzie, what's wrong?"
She should have known she couldn't fool Heather. She shook her head again, but Heather's hand was already creeping over the armrests, towards the hem of Lizzie's skirt, the little whimpering softly the closer it got. Heather paused, millimeters away. "Can I check?"
It was a surprise to hear her ask, though a pleasant one. Most Amazons wouldn't bother, and, while she normally would have hoped Heather would, after she'd shoved the woman's hand under her skirt once, she would have understood if she assumed it was fine to do it again. She wanted to shake her head... Wouldn't that just confirm what Heather already clearly suspected?
She nodded meekly, watching as Heather's hand slid under her skirt, creeping further and further up, towards the leaky trainers that would prove what a baby Lizzie really was, despite her insistences to the contrary... Her face grew warmer and warmer, her grip on the cup tightening, while she almost wished she could let go, yank Heather's hand away...
Instead, as she could see the outline of the woman's fingers beneath the fabric of her skirt, reaching out, the cup collapsed. She'd pushed on it too hard, and it couldn't take it, the lid popping off as the sides collapsed, her hands meeting in the middle with only a few layers of thick paper in between. She'd made a dent in the contents of the cup... But not enough, as the suddenly vastly shrunken interior of the cup was now far too small, and what was inside had to find somewhere else to go.
The soda rushed upwards, cascading over the edges of the now open top, slopping out and onto her waiting lap. Heather saw what was happening, pulling her hand away in time to avoid the worst of it, but there was nothing Lizzie could do, no avoiding the the puddle of liquid that rained down onto her, soaking her dress.
"Lizzie!" Heather scolded, the word seeming to come out automatically, without her thinking about it.
"I-I'm sorry," Lizzie blushed, wishing she could burrow back even further in her seat, to escape the frustrated look on Heather's face. "I-I didn't mean to..."
"I know," Heather sighed. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up..."
"No!" Lizzie shook her head. "I-I don't want you to miss the end of the movie!"
Heather rolled her eyes. "I'm not letting you sit here like that for another twenty minutes."
Lizzie knew she should tell her that she was fine to go handle this by herself, in that case... But the thought of facing down the cashier now, on her own, was terrifying. She stayed silent as Heather took her by the hand, getting her up and leading her out of the theater, as she prayed everyone could somehow tell the huge wet spot on her skirt was from soda, and not something else... Even if part of it wasn't.
"Look at you," Heather knelt down once they were out of the theater, into the light of the lobby, trying to brush some of the stray droplets of soda off Lizzie's dress. "Too bad you didn't have a bib here, too, huh?"
"I-It wouldn't have done much good," Lizzie tried to put on a brave face, almost managing a chuckle. "It's mostly down here..." she ducked her head, looking at the skirt.
"We could get you a full-body bib," Heather teased. "Let's see what we can do in the bathroom, okay?"
"O-Okay," Lizzie nodded, but she wasn't sure what good it was going to do. She was soaked, in more ways than one... The seat of her car was going to be wet and sticky, and that was the best-case scenario, assuming nothing else escaped her trainers when she sat down... She really didn't look forward to going back out to the parking garage after she got home to scrub it, though waiting was only going to make it worse.
"I knew it!" the cashier crowed, as soon as Lizzie was led near her station. "I knew you were a liar, and a pants-wetter! I ought to have your Mommy bring you back out here after she's done with you, so I can spank you, and then the ushers who have to clean up after you can spank you, and..."
"Excuse you," Heather interrupted harshly, as Lizzie melted into the side of her leg, trying to hide. "Who do you think you are, young lady?"
The cashier's eyes widened as she stared up at Heather. "I-I was just..."
"I bet you think you're too big for a spanking yourself," Heather glared down at her. "Would you care to find out? I'd be happy to show you how wrong you are... And, after I get you fired from here for being cruel to a paying customer, I bet your parents will do the same. You still live at home, don't you?"
The cashier gulped. "I-I graduate in a couple months, b-but after that I-I'm moving out..."
"How do you think you're going to afford that if you lose this job?" Heather demanded. "I can't imagine it pays enough anyway, but without it, you really don't have a chance, do you?"
The girl shook her head. "N-No," she admitted.
"Then you ought to apologize, and treat your customers with respect, no matter how small they are, shouldn't you?" It wasn't a suggestion.
The cashier pouted, suddenly looking very young, and pitiful, not the scary monster she'd been to Lizzie before. "I-I'm really sorry, ma'am," she told Lizzie. "I-It won't happen again..."
"It better not," Heather snapped. "And, for your information, not that it's any of your business, but she didn't even wet her pants, she spilled her drink. So she isn't a liar, either."
Lizzie was feeling as good as it seemed possible for her to, all things considered, as she was led into the bathroom, Heather taking her to one of the larger stalls, with a built in changing table. "Th-Thank you," she told Heather, once they were in there, and relatively alone.
"You're welcome," Heather responded. "She really had no right to treat you that way over a little accident."
Lizzie shrugged, wanting to point out that it was how most 'tweeners - not to mention Amazons - thought they could behave towards her, but not having the strength.
"I don't even feel bad for lying to her," Heather said.
Lizzie frowned. "L-Lying about what?"
Heather raised her eyebrow. "You know what, little lady," she told her playfully. "So, tell me... Did you spill that soda to try to hide your other accident?"
Lizzie's face turned bright red; of course she'd known the truth... She couldn't hide anything from her! "N-No!" she shook her head vehemently.
"Hmm," Heather didn't sound completely convinced, though she didn't push the issue. "Well, either way, you are drenched, poor thing... I don't suppose you have any spare clothes with you?" Lizzie shook her head. "I only have one thing," Heather said, rifling through her purse. "And I don't think you're going to like it."
Lizzie gasped when Heather showed it to her, another trickle of urine escaping from her still-full bladder, almost instantly running through her soaked trainers and dribbling down her inner thighs. "N-No," she shook her head, staring in horror at the diaper Mia's daddy had given to Heather. "N-Not that..."