Published: July 2nd 2021, 2:01:02 pm
Darcy grinned as she watched Helena squirming in her high chair, slowly cutting herself a piece of chicken, popping it into her mouth and savoring it while, at the other table, the girl had another spoonful of baby food shoved into her mouth.
It wasn't quite as satisfying as it could have been, to be perfectly honest; Darcy would have loved to have one of the steaks she saw on the plates around her, but, in the interest of making sure she could fit into her wedding dress the next day, she'd opted for the chicken instead. And something about it didn't taste as delicious as it had when they'd been trying places out, looking for the right venue for this dinner.
To be fair, she wasn't positive she'd tried the chicken here then, since she hadn't made that decision until later, after trying on her dress at the shop and realizing that, as amazing as it was, she was going to have to be careful about what she ate if she wanted to keep looking that good in it. The rest of the food didn't live up to her memories either, however, not entirely.
Had she been building it up too much in her mind? Was it because the restaurant wasn't used to cooking for this many people all at once? Or was it the fact that she was eating it in a diaper, knowing, deep down, that she wasn't all that different from Helena in her high chair, that she could almost imagine having the very same mush Helena was getting shoveled into her on her own plate...
She shook her head, cheeks turning a slight pink at that mental image, sitting up in front of everyone, eating baby food... The inescapable squishiness of the diaper beneath her did make it feel like she almost deserved that; if everyone here knew what she was wearing, and the state of it, she hated to think how many of them might agree.
"Hey." She turned her head, seeing Caleb stir in his chair. "I'm going to go see how everyone's doing."
She blinked, surprised to see that he was finished eating already, despite how much larger his meal had been than hers. He was also a good bit bigger than her, of course, and he probably hadn't been as distracted, hadn't spotted the show being performed at the other table, been entranced by it. "Okay," she nodded. "Do you want me to come?"
"No, no," he shook his head. "Go ahead and eat."
Darcy was more than happy to oblige. The more she walked around, the more people might hear the rustling of her diaper, and the more chances Caleb would have to notice it, and potentially recognize it. It had surely been a long time since he'd heard the sound on a regular basis... She didn't know how much, if any, Caleb had helped with them, but he did have two younger siblings, so he'd certainly been familiar with the noises diapers made at one point.
She'd gotten very lucky with that so far, being able to perch up on her chair and not move once Caleb was in his place beside her. The diapers had come in handy with that, preventing her from having to run off to the bathroom; on the other hand, of course, if she hadn't been in one, she wouldn't have had to worry about it... And letting go, intentionally peeing her pants next to him, knowing if she didn't she'd be miserable trying to hold her bladder - which would have led to a lot of fidgeting, and crinkling - had been mortifying, feeling the warm liquid soak into the fresh diaper she'd changed into, completely ruining it, leaving her soggy and pathetic, just like Helena.
She'd waited until the main course was out, and he was busy with that, to bite her bottom lip, staring hard at her plate as she did her best to block out everyone around her. Caleb was the most important one, obviously, but there wasn't a single person in the room she wanted to know about what was going on beneath her skirt, and several who might know what the face she was making meant, from their children, or younger siblings, or from helping her torment Helena. She could only pray all of them were starting to eat instead of watching her, or that they had too much respect for her to think that their instincts could possibly be right.
This was not the way today was supposed to go... Even after Helena's little prank, Darcy had never dreamed she'd be sitting at her rehearsal dinner, wetting her diaper. Helena should be doing it, yes, but not her! She was extremely nervous about tomorrow, especially after the reception, when, inevitably, Caleb was going to want to make good on their promise to wait to sleep together until after the wedding. She hoped all of this was because of her stress, and being close to Helena and hearing the dreaded sound of her own diapers from her younger years... If she was wrong, however, and it didn't stop...
She was going to have to make sure to let Caleb see her drinking a lot of wine at the reception, so that, if she wet the bed, she could blame it on that. That would buy her a little time... Any accidents the next morning could maybe be written off as her still being hung over, though, the further they got from tomorrow night, the harder that story would be to sell...
She already planned on getting rid of the rest of the diapers before she left for the church in the morning, not wanting any reminder of them after she had one last chance at tormenting Helena. And she was going to wear them herself, because her dress was gorgeous, and expensive... She'd just have to change out of them before they left the reception, and hope for the best until they got to their hotel and into bed.
It was going to work out... It had to work out. She wasn't a baby, not like dumb little Helena. Sure, she'd been having more and more accidents lately, and having to wear protection all the time, just in case... And she had no evidence that Helena was doing the same... But Helena was still definitely more of a baby than her. Darcy had gotten Caleb, after all.
She smirked to herself, glancing over at Helena's table, seeing her shaking her head, trying to avoid the next spoon of mush. She couldn't quite make out what the girl was saying past the din of everyone else's conversation - and she was likely speaking quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear - but Darcy was certain she could see some discomfort in her movements, the way one hand was resting on her tummy... Or perhaps that was wishful thinking.
"Go on," Darcy giggled to herself into her wine glass. "You can do it, Helena..."
Her own stomach was beginning to feel somewhat full, too, though she wasn't terribly worried about it. That was one area she'd never had any issues with, thankfully, so she was sure she'd be fine... Besides, she didn't want to miss the show, even if now, while Caleb was away, would have been the perfect time.
And, speaking of Caleb, there he was, as if her thinking about him had summoned him away from where he had been, at his parents' table, to the one Darcy had been so intently watching the whole night. At first, she was thrilled, knowing what could very well happen while he was there, how much that would devastate Helena...
But it didn't take long for her to realize that things weren't going to go the way she wanted. Caleb did not look amused at Helena's predicament, and, although she was staying silent, staring down at her feet, swinging back and forth beneath her, the other people at the table were speaking, their words not appearing to do much to lighten Caleb's mood.
If she'd needed any confirmation that he didn't agree with what was going on, she got it when he reached for the high chair's tray, removing it. Darcy was surprised, for a moment, when Helena shrank away from his hands, and his offer to help her down, until she thought about it for a second. If he did that, he might accidentally feel a bit of her diaper under her dress, and there was no way Helena would want that to happen...
"What a buzzkill," Darcy mumbled, leaning back in her chair, her entertainment over. Caleb even went so far as to pull an empty, regular chair from one of the other tables for her, then vanishing into the kitchen while Nikki helped Helena out of the high chair. Helena was still in diapers, obviously, and that counted for something, but it wasn't nearly as funny if she was sitting there in a normal seat... Especially once Caleb returned with a plate of food for her, just like everyone else's.
She couldn't exactly tell Caleb why she was upset at him, even if she could feel the anger bubbling in her belly, seeing how quickly and easily she'd dismantled her grand plan. She would have settled for giving him the silent treatment when he returned to his seat, but he didn't sit down. "I think we need to talk," he told her, tone chilly.
Darcy shifted in her chair, her own anger vanishing when she heard how obvious his was. Suddenly, she recalled what she'd teased Helena with before strapping her into the high chair, the spanking she'd said she bet Helena wanted Caleb to give her...
She wasn't sure if she'd ever been spanked herself, to be honest. It was possible it had happened when she was pretty young... Her parents would threaten her with them now and then, and the thought did scare her, which made her suspect that she knew there was some weight to their words, but it had been long enough ago that, by now, she had no actual memories of it.
She did remember them saying they would do it, if she didn't behave herself, however, and how she could tell the difference between when it felt like they might be truly serious about it. And, when that was the case, they sounded an awful lot like Caleb did right now.
Darcy felt her diaper - by now pretty cool and clammy - warm ever so slightly, a dribble escaping from her bladder. He wouldn't... Would he?! What right did he have to do that to her, before they were even married?! Parents spanking their children seemed old fashioned, but a husband spanking his wife was practically archaic... There was no way that was what he was thinking, not on the night before their wedding... There was no way he'd make her spend her wedding day with a sore, pink backside...
Of course, nobody would know. Her dress was more than long enough to hide any sign of it, other than some uncomfortable squirming. That was why she felt (mostly) comfortable with the thought of wearing a diaper under it. If a diaper would fit beneath the skirt, so would a spanked bottom.
Before it could get to that point, he would have to take her over his knees, and if that happened... Well, how could he possibly miss what she was wearing?! Even while she was just squirming on his lap, it would surely be obvious, and if not then, when he gave her the first swat... If he didn't peel back her skirt beforehand. And then what would he do?! Would he be more upset that she'd been hiding this from him? That she had been sitting there beside him the whole meal, wearing a soggy diaper?
"I-I'm eating," she swallowed, suddenly very engrossed by her food, feeling like a child trying to play innocent, knowing, deep down, it wasn't going to work, but unable to think of anything else to do. "Can it wait until later?"
"No," he replied, "I don't think it can."
"Well, I don't want this to get cold," she said petulantly, getting a big forkful of green beans. "Can we talk about it here?" He wouldn't get too mad at her in the open, wouldn't yell, definitely wouldn't dream of spanking her...
He shook his head gravely. "I don't think that's a good idea. Come on."
He reached down, took her by the wrist as she frantically went in for another bite, making her drop her fork onto her plate as she was yanked to her feet. She blushed bright red, being pulled out of the room like a naughty little girl.
She could feel everyone's eyes on her, confused, and her unable to make up any story to explain what was happening with the mouthful of food she was still chewing, that hadn't saved her after all. This wasn't fair! They were supposed to be staring at Helena, and what a baby she was! Caleb dragged her through the restaurant, searching for a private spot, foiled at every turn.
Finally, Darcy swallowed her green beans, could speak again. "L-Listen, I'm sure whatever it is isn't that big of a deal," she told him. "You know Helena is a little liar anyway, so anything she said..."
"Helena didn't say anything," Caleb informed her through gritted teeth. "She was too humiliated."
Darcy swallowed again, this time trying to choke down the panic rising through her body. "W-Well..."
"Let's try in here," Caleb cut her off, turning a corner, leading Darcy right into the hallway where the bathrooms were, pushing open the door to the men's room.
"I can't go in there!" Darcy squealed quietly, her diaper getting a fresh squirt of urine at the idea of being taken inside, as if she were a toddler on a day out with her Daddy, too small to be allowed into the women's room on her own. That was surely the last time she'd been in a guys' bathroom, anyway...
"The doors have locks," she was told. "It doesn't matter... If it'll make you feel better, though..." He turned away from the men's room, letting the door swing back shut, and stepped towards the other door, giving it a sharp rap with his knuckles. There was no answer, but when he attempted to push it open, it wouldn't budge.
"Men's room it is," he shrugged, returning to it, peeking his head inside to confirm they would be alone before pulling her in, shutting and locking the outer door, trapping her in there with him.
It was a nice bathroom, fairly large and spacious. There were a pair of stalls, and a pair of urinals, all of which looked clean. Darcy calmed down a little, seeing that, of course, there were no spare chairs here for Caleb to sit on to deliver a spanking... Except, obviously, if that really was his plan, he could use a toilet. The handicap stall was big enough that she'd probably fit over his lap in it... Wouldn't that be awful? She didn't want him to find out about her diapers at all, much less there, on top of the toilet she'd clearly not made it to in time.
"Do you want to tell me about this bet?" Caleb demanded.
Darcy frowned, genuinely shocked by the question. "What bet? I-I don't know..."
"That's funny," he said. "Because everyone at the the wedding party's table did. Why would you make that kind of a bet, now of all times? This is our rehearsal dinner!"
"I-I told you!" Darcy exclaimed. "Helena's a liar, so she must have told them some lie, a-and...!"
"Are you saying she voluntarily decided to strap herself into a high chair?" Caleb interrupted her.
"M-Maybe," Darcy shrugged, staring down at the tile floor, her feet shuffling nervously on it. "She's kind of weird..."
"She's my friend, and you know that," Caleb cut her off again. "And she's doing us a big favor by helping us out, because you didn't have enough friends you were speaking to to fill out the wedding party."
"I-I have plenty of friends," Darcy pouted.
"Then why is only one of them willing to be a bridesmaid for you?" Caleb asked. He didn't give her a chance to answer, which was fine, since she didn't have one. "Because you're constantly fighting with them, and being a little brat and refusing to apologize, even when you're the one in the wrong!"
"I'm not a brat!" Darcy whined, stomping, the sound of her shoe against the tile echoing through the room. As big as it was, for a bathroom, it was far smaller than the party room, with less background music, and conversation... As immature as it was - and, thanks to the mirrors over the sinks, reflecting back everything she did, she could see exactly how it made her look - she was glad she'd stamped her foot, because it helped hide the crinkling that accompanied the movement. Whether he planned on spanking her or not, she was closer than ever to him finding out her secret.
"No, you're not," Caleb agreed. "You're a bully. I have no doubt you were the one who put that high chair there, so you could just suggest that Helena try it out..."
"I-It was a coincidence!" Darcy lied, her stomach churning. "I-I think they brought it in for Jackie, but he didn't need it, so I wasn't sure what to do with it, and..."
"You're not fooling me, Darcy," Caleb stared into her eyes, making her shrink more and more under his probing gaze. "I know you set it up, because why else would the kitchen have so many different kinds of baby food ready to go to serve her, unless you warned them ahead of time..."
Darcy opened her mouth, ready to spin another fib, only to see, in her reflection, her face go white, her eyes widen, like a little girl who had just realized how much trouble she was in, that she wasn't clever enough to talk her way out of. But that wasn't what was going on at all... No, it was something far, far worse.
In all her time in the past as a bedwetter, and current day, back in diapers again, she'd had plenty of wet accidents, more than she could count. She had never, however, done anything else, never come close to that... other kind of accident. Until now, after she'd told herself she was fine to wait, then written off the feelings in her stomach as anger or nerves... And now, out of nowhere, it was too late.
It was a tiny push, so small she almost didn't feel her body doing it, trying to relieve the pressure inside, but that was all it took to create a sticky spot on the seat of her diaper. All things considered, it was a pretty small accident, although, if she'd been wearing panties, she wouldn't have thought so... And, if Caleb did find out about her diaper, and he checked her, he probably wouldn't think that, either. No amount of mess was acceptable, not from a grown woman like her...
"I-It was for Jackie, too," she sniffled, too upset by what she'd just done to be able to make it sound convincing, try as she might. She bit her lip hard, clenching with all of her might, her stomach rumbling, threatening to ruin her night even further.
Caleb sighed, shaking his head. "You won't even own up to it... Honestly, Darcy, sometimes I feel like I don't really know you."
Darcy's response was cast aside in favor of a hastily muffled grunt, and another push, a small lump beginning to form in the back of her diaper. This was a very serious discussion, incredibly important to her relationship with her soon to be husband... And she wasn't able to participate because she was in the middle of pooping her Pampers. It was hard to feel like she didn't deserve that spanking that she'd mocked Helena with... How many more swats would she earn when Caleb discovered the state of her diaper?
"Nothing to say?" Caleb raised an eyebrow. "If this is how you treat one of my best friends, who is doing us a favor, I can't help but wonder what you're going to be like around my other friends."
"I-I'll be good!" Darcy promised. "I-I'm sorry! I-It's just, Helena..."
"We'll see," Caleb told her. "If you can come back to dinner and apologize to her, and mean it, then I'll believe you. If you aren't going to do that, though... I think you'd better go home."
"G-Go home?!" Darcy gasped. Of course, considering the state of her diaper, and the fact that she'd only had room in her purse to bring one change, not thinking she'd need more than that anyway, that wasn't a terrible idea... Still, she'd been planning this for months! "This is my rehearsal dinner!" she fumed, stomping her foot, immediately regretting it when the impact shook her tummy, made it give another push.
"Then act like an adult and own up to what you did." Caleb had no idea how embarrassing those words were now, Darcy imagining confessing to him what she was doing that very moment. "Or I don't think you deserve to be there. If you'd rather go home and sulk because I wouldn't let you bully my good friend, then that's what you should do."
With that, he turned and stormed out of the room. The door had barely swung shut before Darcy felt another cramp and, automatically, felt her knees fold, her body squatting down. In one huge, mushy rush, she finished what had she had started, filling her diaper, feeling it swell around her, growing to accommodate all of her mess, holding it snugly against her, refusing to let her forget what a shameful thing she'd just done.
Now that it was over, she couldn't believe what she'd done, that she'd let it happen. Not only because of how it felt, but also because she was now stuck like this. There was no way she could clean herself up properly with just some toilet paper... She was going to have to go home to deal with it. She couldn't possibly go back and face her guests like this!
She winced, reaching behind herself, gently probing at her bulging backside, glancing at herself in the mirror, trying to assess the damage, to decide if she could safely make a break for it, or if everyone would be able to tell what she'd done right away. She was so preoccupied, she completely forgot where she was until she saw the door open, her heart pounding as she remembered she was in the middle of the men's room.
"H-Hold on!" she squealed, heart pounding, not knowing what to do, how to explain this, to whoever walked in. What if the man who walked in noticed her diaper, said something... And what if that person was someone from the rehearsal dinner?!
"It's just me." It was almost a relief to hear Caleb's voice... It didn't change the fact that she'd filled her pants, however, or shake the worry that he still might deliver that spanking if he found out. "I thought you'd need this, so you actually have a choice." He handed her her purse, and she stepped forward tentatively to take it, not wanting to get too close, wrinkling her nose at the feeling of the contents of her diaper shifting, squelching between her legs. "It's up to you... Come back and apologize, or don't."
"C-Caleb..." Darcy looked up at him, blushing, feeling so incredibly tiny and infantile in front of him, like a reprimanded little girl, terrified her Daddy was about to find out she'd been even more naughty than he knew.
"Just apologize to her, Darcy," he sighed. "Seriously... I can't believe you had to think about it for this long! Especially not in here... It stinks in here, and you'd rather stay here and sulk than say you're sorry?"
"N-No," Darcy shook her head, blushing harder and harder, knowing she was the reason it smelled so bad.
"Then come on," he reached for her hand, and she took a nervous step back, knowing she couldn't leave with him, not with her diaper like this.
"Fine," he rolled his eyes. "I hope I'll see you in a few minutes, but that's up to you. Come act like a grown-up, or keep being a little brat. It's your choice."
"I am not a brat!" she insisted, stomping her foot as the bathroom door shut, Caleb ignoring her protest entirely. She wasn't sure she would have wanted to publicly apologize to Helena anyway, not in the middle of her night, but that choice had already been made for her. There was no way that was going to happen now, while she was wearing a messy diaper, no matter how much of a brat that might make her in Caleb's eyes.