Published: November 14th 2021, 3:00:05 pm
A short story sequel (or midquel, I guess, since it takes place between the main story and the Epilogue) to The Bridezilla, commissioned by an anonymous Patron.
Darcy was fuming, but, if nothing else, the past week had taught her that it was better not to let it show... Not yet, anyway.
"Say thank you, Darcy," Wynonna told her, sending her - with a pat on her thickly diapered bottom - over to her Nanny, the woman that had been hired to look after her during Wynonna and Caleb's honeymoon... The honeymoon that should have been Darcy's. She'd taken Darcy back to her place, decided what there she was allowed to keep and what she wasn't, coordinated with her friends to decide what to do with the rest... She'd set up the nursery for her, assembling the furniture like she'd done that a hundred times, arranging it, painting the walls a soft, pastel pink... She'd fed Darcy, changed her diapers, spanked her, gave her baths, put her to bed nice and early every night...
Darcy was, to put it bluntly, not a fan of the woman. But she also knew if she raised a fuss about it, the Nanny wouldn't hesitate to punish her right then and there; she'd done it when, while her friends were around, Darcy had attempted to hide her diaper, to pretend that what had happened at the wedding had been her plan, that it was all some big, elaborate joke, as a way to prove to them how helpless and babyish Darcy really was, how little power she had over any of this.
"Thank you, Nanny," she mumbled, toddling over to the very tall, intimidating woman, squeaking as she was scooped up into her arms, her feet wiggling beneath her as she was pressed against the Nanny's breasts, positive that this was one last demonstration of her immaturity in comparison to her.
"I had so much fun, Darcy!" the woman grinned, setting her down. "I hope I get to look after you again soon!"
"Yeah," Darcy gritted her teeth, forcing a smile, as if that weren't the last thing she'd ever want to happen. And yet, when the woman left, Darcy was forced to face her new reality, one that was, in its own way, perhaps worse than dealing with the Nanny had been.
"Come here," Wynonna cooed, patting her knee. "Come on, sweetie!"
Darcy's nose wrinkled, her blood boiling at the way the girl, her former best friend, was talking to her, like she was a pet, or a toddler. She glared at Caleb automatically, assuming he would back her up, but, of course, he didn't... She was still thinking about him as her fiance, despite everything that had happened, since it had only been at the wedding itself, and the brief time she'd spent at the reception before the Nanny had shown up the whisk her away, that she'd had to spend around him, trying to get used to the idea of his new role in her life.
She wasn't dating him anymore, and she certainly wasn't married to him, the way she'd expected the wedding to end; he was her Daddy now, and Wynonna was her Mommy. The Nanny had drilled those names into her mind, again and again, though they still felt wrong to her as she stood there, in her too-short t-shirt and diaper, staring at them. They looked so tan after spending a week in paradise - a week she'd planned, she'd been dreaming about for months, years, even - and so happy, grinning at one another like idiots from the moment they'd stepped through the door.
"Screw you," Darcy huffed, crossing her arms. "I'm not coming anywhere near you, you evil, conniving..." And that was when it happened, timed so perfectly that she couldn't help but assume the Nanny had planned it that way. The woman had made no secret about keeping Darcy dosed with the drug she had slipped into Helena's food at the rehearsal dinner - and that had, in turn, wound up in her own food - calling it Darcy's 'vitamins'... In addition, she'd made sure to give Darcy plenty of fiber, keeping her nice and regular, and increasingly unable to control herself, sometimes filling her diaper multiple times in a day...
Like she was doing right now, her knees bending, her words trailing off into grunting as her body involuntarily started to push, her diaper crinkling beneath her as a load of soft, warm mush slid out of her, right in front of her new Mommy and Daddy.
"Well, I guess there's no need to check you now," Wynonna chuckled. "I think we both know what that face and that stance mean." Darcy whimpered, frozen to the spot, letting both of them watch as she pooped her pants, not even having gotten enough warning to find a private corner to squat in. "You see," she strutted over to the red-faced girl, stroking her hair, "this is why we definitely made the right choice... Clearly, she needs parents more than she needed a husband."
Darcy glared at her, her hands curling into fists, her bootie-clad feet wanting to stomp, yet unable to move as her body continued to evacuate itself. "Now, Caleb," Wynonna smiled, "I think it's time you learned a very important lesson... I can't believe you never had to change a messy diaper before!"
"Mom or Dad, or Nikki or Shawn, were always around," he shrugged. "Maybe it's for the best, though... It feels right that Darcy's should be my first."
"No, it's not!" Darcy protested with a pout. "I-I don't need these stupid things!"
"Oh, you don't?" Caleb smirked, Darcy squealing as she felt his hand press against the seat of her diaper, squelching its contents against her bottom, sore from the spanking she'd earned that morning. "Then tell me, Darcy, why didn't you ask us to use the potty before you did this?"
Darcy didn't have a good answer for that, not one that wouldn't further invalidate her argument, so she crossed her arms, her bowels finally empty enough that she felt like she had more control over her body, enough to thump her foot against the floor, for all the good it did her.
"Don't pay any mind to her," Wynonna said as she arranged supplies around the changing pad she'd spread out on the living room floor. "She's just being a brat..."
"Of course she is," Caleb smiled. "That's all she knows how to do, isn't it?"
Darcy huffed, stomped her foot again, only to be taken by surprise as Caleb swept her off her feet. She gasped, feeling his strong arms around her, forgetting, momentarily, about everything that had happened, smelling his scent as she was pressed to his strong chest, craning her neck upwards, wanting to kiss him, positive this had mostly been Wynonna's idea, no matter what her former friend had said about her and Caleb coming up with it together...
She was brought crashing back to reality as he set her down on the changing mat, on her lumpy diaper, the mass inside squishing further between her legs, leaving her sniffling, wiggling her legs helplessly. "Now," Wynonna was lecturing, holding up not one, but two, diapers, "thickness is very important... Sometimes, you can get away with one diaper, and maybe a booster... It's early enough in the day now, though, and she's already made one mess, so it'll probably be a while before her next, so the easiest thing for us would be..."
"No!" Darcy swatted one diaper out of Wynonna's hand before she could react, then tried to follow up with the second. Her Mommy was too quick for her with that, tightening her grip, Darcy's hand just brushing against the rustling plastic and bulky fluff, reminding her of what she was about to be put into. "I don't need double diapers! I don't need diapers at all!"
"I think she wants to stay in that diaper a while," Wynonna winked to Caleb.
"No!" Darcy wailed, turning bright red at the implication of the words.
"We still need to unpack, and get settled back in, though, and we don't want her to get a rash, so she'll just have to look forward to her next little 'accident.'"
"No, I won't!" Darcy exclaimed. "I-I won't look forward to it, and it won't happen! I'm not a baby!"
None of her protests mattered, Wynonna pushing her onto her back regardless, showing Caleb the right direction to wipe, then standing back, letting him take over. Darcy froze, feeling his touch down there again... But now, in these conditions, through a baby wipe, it wasn't nearly the same. She sniffed, squirming uncomfortably, just wanting this to be over with, even if it ended with a fresh diaper being slid beneath her, Wynonna lecturing on the proper amount of powder to use, and the correct way to rub it in, as Darcy did her best to hide the reaction that contact was having on her, after such a long time, thanks, in large part, to her decision to make Caleb wait until after the wedding to sleep with her, once her bedwetting had returned.
"Don't worry about that," Wynonna smirked. "She'll feel better once she's taped up in her snug, new diaper."
"N-Nuh-uh," Darcy pouted, knowing the exact opposite was true. At this point, she was so desperate she'd considered humping some of the giant stuffed animals the Nanny had left in her crib with her... But that was so infantile, so pathetic... Not even she had fallen that far... Had she? A few more days of this might be all it took to change her mind...
"Perfect!" Wynonna declared, once Caleb had both layers of diaper fastened. "You're a natural! Now, then... I think, with the way she's been acting, we need another lesson..."
Darcy nibbled her bottom lip, worrying she was about to get spanked, although, of course, if that was the plan, she wasn't sure why they'd finished diapering her. Instead, Wynonna spread out a blanket beside the changing mat, moving Darcy over to it. "Obviously, she needs a nap," Wynonna said, "but before that, I think we'd better swaddle her up..." Darcy's eyes widened, her head shaking, as her friend ignored all of that, folding and tucking the blanket around her. "Just like all babies, this will calm little Darcy down, and make her feel more secure in being the baby she's meant to be..."
"I'm not a baby!" Darcy whined, one last time, but it was hard not to feel like one as she was expertly wrapped in the blanket, unable to move, to defend herself, to do anything, completely at the mercy of her new Mommy and Daddy.
"She'll be all right in here for a minute. She's not going anywhere," Wynonna stood up and smiled, towering over the trapped Darcy, feeling smaller than ever now as she gawked up at her, struggling to prove the woman wrong, and finding that utterly impossible. "Now, let me show you what she needs in her bottles... Special babies like her need special medicine... And then you can feed her her bottle, and she'll be ready to go down for her nap."
Darcy didn't like the sound of that 'special medicine' one bit, even if it was just the same thing the Nanny had been giving her... She had a feeling it could be more than that, however, something else to make her more babyish, more dependent on Wynonna and Caleb... And there wasn't a thing she could do about any of it. She whimpered, making one last-ditch effort to wriggle free of her swaddling, then, when all she felt as a result was a slight warmth in her diaper, she laid back, hating how exhausted it had made her, how ready she was for the nap she'd been threatened with... How much of a baby she really did feel like, despite all her whimpering and protesting, every bit of it seeming as if it had been for nothing... As if she were a baby after all, and, perhaps, had been all along...