Published: May 22nd 2021, 2:00:04 pm
They were getting right down to the wire now, and, as much as Darcy had hoped that the magic of the wedding would somehow fix everything, and make it perfect, that had not quite happened yet, which was not putting her into a particularly good mood.
Would she have gone easier on Helena if that hadn't been the case? She thought so, although, to be fair, it was a lot of fun... She had plenty of other things to worry about, to try to get exactly right in the rapidly dwindling time she had left before the ceremony, so maybe she would have focused more on some of those. On the other hand, it was nice to have something lighter to do, something that brought her joy...
And she did love to think about what was going to happen to Helena, especially as she got closer and closer to her wedding night, and her bedwetting wasn't getting any better. If anything, it was getting worse, happening more frequently, and in bigger amounts, her pull-on diapers having a harder and harder time holding it all.
She had been determined, after having to do it once, at the dress shop, not to put another one of Helena's diapers on, not to sink down to her level... But, after having to do laundry every morning for a few days, when her thinner padding failed to protect her sheets, she'd given in, started to wear them at night, just like old times.
She'd told herself it wouldn't be as bad, that her friends weren't around for her to be afraid of them finding out, yet, somehow, it was far worse. She felt like a teenager again, squirming under her covers, trying to get comfortable with the sound of the diaper crinkling filling her ears with every tiny movement, reminding her of how pitiful it was for her to still be wearing them at this age, to need them like this... And seeming to wake up some memories for her body, too.
Just hearing that rustling coming from around Helena's waist had been enough to start this whole thing; hearing it from herself, and feeling the bulk between her legs, her thighs sticking to the plastic as they started to sweat, appeared to make her bladder think it was okay to completely empty itself. She'd gone from barely leaking through her pull-ons to absolutely soaking her diaper in a flash, and her attempt to reverse it, by going back to the thinner ones, was, predictably, a disaster.
If only that had been where it remained... Before the dress shop, she'd been noticing wet spots on her panties now and then, by the end of the day... As her little nighttime problem escalated, she began to notice that happening more, too, and earlier. Sometimes, she'd go to use the bathroom at work, and see a damp patch in her underwear once she'd pulled them down...
After a close call, where a co-worker pulled her aside, told her she might have spilled some coffee on her pants - which was, of course, those wet spots finally growing too big for her underwear to hide them - she knew what she had to do. Her pull-on diapers were no good at night anymore, but surely they'd be enough during the day...
It was the smart thing to do, to protect her pants, and her secret, and use up those pull-ups she'd already bought anyway... After her first full day in them, however, as she changed into a diaper for bed, she'd whimpered, "What am I doing?" She hadn't been in real panties all day... And, if this kept up, she wouldn't be until her problems subsided. She was living life like an oversized toddler, one who wasn't quite ready for big girl undies when she was awake, and nowhere close to them at night...
But, instead of being potty trained, and slowly getting better, like most toddlers were able to do, she was going backwards. Her diapers were drenched every morning, and she was spending her days thinking about that, fretting over how she was going to put a stop to it, the constant mental image of how easily she was using her diapers in turn making her use her pull-ons more.
She had never intended to use a complete package of either; the diapers were supposed to be for Helena, after all, and she'd only be seeing her a couple times before the wedding. She'd considered giving the rest to the girl for a bridesmaid gift, but, as the package deflated more and more, growing emptier and emptier, she knew she couldn't do that without someone noticing and thinking it weird... Wynonna had picked up on the fact that Darcy had brought two diapers to the dress store, and used only one on Helena, so Darcy had no doubt she'd spot this, too, especially when she got down to the last few.
She bargained with herself as long as possible, downsizing her plans for Helena as she went. Originally, she'd wanted to set aside a couple diapers for each day - the rehearsal and wedding - so she could change the girl, or, more likely, have Wynonna do it for her. If she could, she'd love to make it so that Helena needed more than one change per day... But as she used more of the diapers herself, it left fewer for Helena...
And then, to her surprise, she ran out of pull-ons. She hadn't anticipated that at all... First, because she was confident she'd have solved her bedwetting again long before she used them all, since she only needed one a night, then because she was using diapers instead... Even after she started to wear them during the day, she thought she had plenty, until she began having to pack an extra for a mid-day change to prevent leaks, and then a couple extras, just to be safe...
She stopped by the drugstore after work, her final pull-up very wet and swollen under her pants, threatening to leak at any moment. She really didn't want to be there, doing that, like this, but if she didn't do it now, she'd have nothing to wear tomorrow morning. Going back to panties cold turkey was appealing, as a way to prove she wasn't a baby after all... It also sounded like a good way to utterly humiliate herself.
She could wear a diaper, of course... The possibility had been hanging over her head for days, as her daytime accidents grew bigger and more frequent. Her diapers held a lot more, so she might only need one, or, at most, two... Then again, judging by how wearing them at night had affected her bedwetting, it might also make things worse. Except, that was happening anyway, and the pull-ups were no match for it.
Her limited supply of the diapers wouldn't really support that, might not last until the wedding as it was, if she was going to set at least two aside for the little brat who had set all this in motion. Helena absolutely deserved them; Darcy might just end up needing them before then, however.
The last thing she wanted to do was buy more of the diapers. The pull-ons were bad enough. Having to get more of the others, the full, extra-bulky, tape-on variety, felt like admitting defeat. When she got to the incontinence aisle, after taking a long, circuitous route through the store, pretending she was looking at everything else first, as if this wasn't the only reason she was here, she was greeted with an empty spot on the shelves where the kind she wanted should have been.
"No way," she'd groaned, squatting down, staring into the hole it left, trying to see if there was a pack pushed to the back, or behind the other adult diapers on either side. She examined the tag to see if she was wrong, if this was the wrong space in the first place, but the brand was right, the same sounded correct, the price matched what she'd paid last time...
"Oh, come on!" she stomped her foot in frustration. Were there really that many bedwetting teens around who needed them?! The thought almost made her feel better about her own youth, thinking that, if it was this common now, there must have been others at her school going through it at the same time as her... They probably weren't still dealing with it now, though, as adults, days away from their wedding. Even those teenagers who had taken the pull-ups from her would likely consider her pretty pathetic, if they knew all that.
She looked around the aisle, cheeks burning when she saw the diapers were fully stocked, practically bursting from their spot on the shelf, beckoning her to them... And on sale, to boot. Those hypothetical teens hadn't bought them, for some reason... Were they too good for them? Or was their bedwetting less severe, easily kept in check with the thin pull-ons that were not enough for Darcy's overactive bladder, almost even during the day now?
"No," she told herself, shaking her head, tears starting to appear at the corner of her eyes. "I won't!" There had to be other places around that sold them... The selection here wasn't even that huge, so perhaps she'd find something better, something more absorbent, while also being thinner, more discrete...
"Do you need some help?"
Darcy flinched, turned, swallowing anxiously. She knew she'd stamped her foot, which had probably drawn some attention to her, and she'd been frantically searching the shelves. Hopefully, that was it... She didn't think she'd spoken out loud, although she'd been so frustrated, she couldn't be certain her thoughts hadn't slipped out of her mouth.
"N-No," she shook her head immediately, before changing her mind. It was embarrassing, especially if she had been talking to herself... But did she really want to spend who knew how long driving around the city, looking for diapers?! "A-Actually," she'd amended, "I-I was wondering if you had any more of those in the back?" She pointed at the pull-on diapers' tag.
The worker who had come to check on her seemed pleasant enough, a smiling young woman likely a couple years Darcy's junior. It was possible she was one of those teens she was so worried about, but Darcy wasn't sure.
"We might!" she chirped. "What are they?"
"Wh-What?" Darcy gulped, squirming.
"Well, I was just back there," she said. "I don't normally stock this section of the store, but I might have seen them, if I knew what..."
"What do you think they are?!" Darcy glowered. "They're diapers, like everything else here!"
She was being much louder than she'd intended, or should have been. She blushed, glancing around, hoping nobody else had paid attention to her outburst, only to find that, of course, everyone in the store was looking at her, though, fortunately, most of them glanced away and went back to their shopping.
"Th-They're for my little sister!" she added weakly, the words sounding unconvincing even to her, thanks to how loud she'd had to say them, to ensure everyone who had overheard her last time would hear this as well.
The worker didn't look quite as friendly anymore, raising an eyebrow at Darcy. "Hmm," she crossed her arms, looking Darcy up and down. "It would help to know what brand, and what kind, but..." She reached into her back pocket, scanning the tag. "Nope, it says we're out. Sorry."
She didn't sound sorry, and the smirk on her fact didn't read that way, either. "You're sure you didn't get any in?" she asked. "Or maybe they didn't get scanned in, or..."
"Sorry," the girl repeated. "We're all out. Maybe you can find another kind. For your sister, of course."
Darcy didn't like the way she'd said that, and, as soon as she'd walked away, Darcy glanced down at herself, face going pale when she saw a wet spot on her pants. She was positive it hadn't been there before... She must have dribbled a bit when the girl had surprised her, and it had been enough to make her start to leak!
She wanted to run out the door, to go elsewhere, and never come back here again, but that wouldn't solve her problem... She didn't want to have to go anywhere else like this, and if she went home, the only thing she had to change into was a diaper anyway, so... She looked to the diapers, her stomach twisting as slowly, reluctantly, she picked up another pack...
Fortunately, the girl didn't check her out, though she was certain everyone in line ahead of her, and behind her, had heard her little tantrum. She held the diapers in front of her crotch, hiding the wet spot as long as possible, trying to act cool, and collected, like they really were just for her sister, so there was no reason for it to bother her to be buying them...
That was much harder once she had to put them up on the counter, however, the cashier giving her a dirty look for the way she'd treated her co-worker, and then a bemused grin as Darcy handed over the diapers, her hands snapping back into place in front of her pants, apparently too slow to hide the fact that, of course, the diapers were for her.
"Uh-oh." Darcy almost asked her what was wrong, but stayed quiet, eyes firmly on the floor in front of her, willing this transaction to move more quickly. "Looks like there's a little problem here... Hold on." Suddenly, the music overhead cut off, and the woman's voice blared. "Price check on adult diapers, please. Price check on diapers."
"Wh-What?!" Darcy's cheeks burned bright red. "N-No, that's the right price! Y-You don't need..."
"What seems to be the problem?" Darcy shifted uncomfortably as the worker from before walked up, standing beside her, trying to get away.
"These," the cashier set the diapers up on the counter, as if she was putting them on display, "are coming up a strange price. I know they were on sale last week, but I thought that ended. Could you be a dear and double-check that for me?"
"It's right!" Darcy insisted, glancing behind her just long enough to see how long the line had gotten, how many people were staring at her backside. Could they tell she was padded? Maybe they wouldn't have thought about it otherwise, but, with those diapers sitting on the counter, would it make them take a second look? And what if her pull-ons had leaked there, too?! She had no idea how bad it was, really... She'd assumed she was safe, with the diapers to hide behind, yet, it was possible that, the whole time, everyone behind her had been snickering at her...
"I'll just go make sure," the worker ignored Darcy, brushing past her, leaving her fidgeting anxiously at the counter.
"C-Can't you at least put them in a bag?" Darcy swallowed, looking up at the cashier.
"I might have to scan them again," the cashier shrugged. "It's easier this way."
The price was, of course, correct, but Darcy suspected the cashier had known that all along, and, by the time the other worker returned, she was feeling too embarrassed to even mutter out an, "I told you so," as she ran her credit card, then took her bag and hurried out the door.
By the time she got home, the back of her pants definitely were damp, though she tried to tell herself that because she'd sat in her car on the way home, which had squished her over-loaded pull-ups, and that she could have dribbled some more after she left the store. There was no way to know for sure how many of the people at the store knew the truth... And perhaps it was better that way.
She'd been in diapers ever since. If she'd thought being in pull-ups and diapers was bad, this was so much worse, like she was a toddler who had failed her potty training... Or a baby, too small to even try in the first place. Considering how going back to the diapers had affected her bedwetting, she suspected her rapidly escalating daytime accidents could be blamed on them, too, now that she was wearing them during the day, but they'd quickly gotten so bad that she didn't dare take a chance on going back to the pull-ons and having them fail on her. Not to mention the fact that she'd have to go buy more, and, even if she avoided that drugstore, she'd still be doing that while in diapers, which was pretty embarrassing.
She desperately wanted to believe this would all end if she stopped wearing protection altogether. It was those constant sounds, and feelings, that seemed to have reawakened that part of her, reminding her of when she was younger, so if she did away with them, surely she could go back to normal... That was a huge risk, however, going without any padding and assuming she'd be safe.
Especially with the rehearsal coming up. She knew having Helena nearby while she was in her diapers was enough to set her off - that was what had started all this, after all - and she'd be around so many people who knew her, who might remember her old bedwetting days, who had kids of their own... It made wearing a diaper around them risky, but the chance of an accident without one far riskier, knowing they might spot the signs of it...
She could have forgone Helena's punishment, of course, and taken that out of the equation. Every time she had to put on a diaper to go to work without risking an accident, though, every time she had to cuddle up in bed, fighting to find a comfortable position, she thought of that little brat, and how it was all her fault, and how satisfying it would be to humiliate her for making her go through all this. She could test her theories once she was married, and Helena had been put in her place.
And, if that meant having to wear a diaper to her rehearsal, too, then so be it. She'd kept Helena by her side for as long as possible, so she could try to hide her own diaper bulge with the smaller girl's, and blame any smells or sounds anyone heard on her. Of course, that couldn't go on forever, so, when they were apart, she tried to make everyone pay attention to Helena, to keep their eyes on her to see if she could ever manage to get her simple job down, to keep them from looking too closely at her.
She could have gone all the way, exposed Helena's diaper in front of everyone, and, for a few moments, she was tempted, when her mother spent a little too long looking at her, or she thought she saw a weird looking on Caleb's face. That was a dangerous prospect, however... She didn't really think Helena had the guts to do anything, but if she had nothing else to lose, it was hard to tell how she'd react. At the very least, she'd probably run off and leave, and then Darcy's fun would be over.
And that would be a real shame, considering everything Darcy had in store for her at the dinner. She'd been reluctant to let Helena sit elsewhere, but she knew it would be weird for her to sit at a different table than Caleb, and for Helena to sit with both of them. Hopefully, the smell of the food, and the sound of everyone all together in the room, would be enough to help her hide her own diaper, even if the worst happened.
As for Helena... Darcy had a beautiful, elegant dinner planned for everyone, but she'd put in a few special requests with the kitchen. Some were for Jackie, knowing he wouldn't be interested in the fancy food the grown-ups were getting, and some were for Helena, who didn't deserve it. She had a few extra things to add in to Helena's food, when she went by the kitchen to 'inspect' everything, to make sure it was looking good, and worth all the money Caleb's parents were spending on it...
But, before she could do that, she had to make sure Helena was safe in her high chair, where she'd stay out of trouble, and couldn't run away. "Come on, Helena," she teased, smiling as she watched the other girl's pout grow. "Or do you want me to have Caleb do it? I bet you'd love to have him pick you up in his big, strong arms to slide you into your high chair, one hand right on your soggy diaper..."
Helena gasped as Darcy planted one hand firmly on the crotch of her diaper, feeling the squishy padding beneath the girl's dress, trying hard not to compare it to how wet her own diaper was feeling. She'd have to give herself a change, when she went back to the kitchen, just to be sure she didn't leak, whereas, as much as she'd teased Helena, it didn't feel like she was anywhere close.
Almost out of revenge, she started to rub, watching Helena's eyes widen, her cheeks turn pink. "St-Stop it," she squeaked, looking around the room.
"It's okay," Darcy giggled, rubbing harder on the girl's diaper, Helena's knees weakening slightly despite her protests. "There aren't that many people around... Maybe it'll be good for you to get this out of your system. Don't you want him to touch you here? Like this?"
"N-No," Helena moaned, her hips starting to grind back towards Darcy's hands, betraying her words. "I-I don't..."
"Only naughty girls lie," Darcy reprimanded her, as Helena bit her bottom lip, her breath quickening. "I bet you'd like to have him bend you over his knee, too, and give you a nice, long spanking for telling fibs."
"I-I don't want any of that," Helena shook her head.
"Well, that's good," Darcy stopped suddenly, smirking as she saw the disappointment, the hunger, in Helena's eyes, her body still moving, as if trying to finish up, but there was nothing there. She shoved Helena up onto the high chair, pulling the straps around her waist, pulling the center one, the one that rested against the crotch of the girl's diaper, extra snug. "Because, once this is all over, I'm going to make sure he never sees you again."