A New Year's Wedding - Part 3 (Patreon)

"No!" Sophie shook her head, trying weakly to bat away the woman's hands as she reached for the zipper on her sleeper. "I want an explanation! What is going on?! Why am I wearing this?! What wedding?!"

The woman ignored all of those questions, and Sophie's resistance, easily unzipping the pajamas and revealing the huge diaper beneath. "Are you sure you don't need a change?" she asked, poking at the padding. "This feels pretty wet..."

Sophie's cheeks blazed bright red, both at the thought of getting a diaper check by a stranger, and the fact that she had actually used the thing. Knowing what the squishiness had been made the infantile garment even more humiliating and disgusting, and she couldn't bring herself to respond, which the woman took as an invitation. Before Sophie could try again to stop her, she ripped open the tapes of the diaper, pulling open the front, leaving the girl lying there, naked.

"Oh, this is soaked!" the woman exclaimed. "I think we'd better go even thicker... We wouldn't want you to ruin your wedding dress."

"I don't need a wedding dress!" Sophie insisted. "I'm not even dating anyone!"

But that didn't stop the woman. She wiped the girl's crotch - which Sophie now realized had been shaved bare, probably when she'd been changed into her previous diaper - clean, then slipped a fresh diaper under her, filling it with soaker pads, then, after taping it shut, following it with another layer. The diaper Sophie had woken up in had been thick... This was massive, forcing her thighs well apart, denying her even the option of closing her legs.

"No!" she whimpered as the wedding dress was brought out, panic gripping her gut. "I'm not getting married!" Definitely not like this... When she was a kid, she'd thought about her wedding, but she'd never imagined it like this, with no idea who she was getting hitched to, and a giant diaper under her dress...

The woman didn't care, and the diminutive girl was soon dressed and ready to go. "Hmm..." the woman mused, admiring her handiwork. "Why don't you take this friend instead?" she plucked the doll out of Sophie's arms, replacing it with a stuffed sheep. "It matches your dress better."

"But I don't wanna get married!" Sophie whined, getting pulled to her feet, barely able to walk with the layers upon layers of diapers between her legs.

"It's too late for that," the woman told her. "You already committed to it last night."

Last night? Sophie could barely remember the night before, other than switching parties, and agreeing to be Baby New Year. What could she possibly have committed to? What kind of creep would have proposed to her in the state she'd been in, and then expect her to not only go through with it, but do it the very next day?!

Part of her hoped this was a joke, that her friends had set this up to teach her a lesson, but the room she was led to was beautifully decorated, and filled with people. She gulped, looking around, half remembering the faces from the night before, wondering who she was about to get married to. 

Her tummy gave another rumble, as it had been ever since she'd woken up... This time, helped along by her nerves, and the realization that this was actually about to happen, it did a little more. She gasped, pressing her gloved hands to her stomach, bending over slightly as her body let out a loud, impolite sound, and, to her horror, the seat of her diaper began to fill with a huge load of mush.

"What did you do?!" the woman shook her head. "I thought you told me you didn't need your diapers!" Sophie had been blushing a lot that day, but she still found a new shade of red. These people might have suspected what she had on under her dress from the way she was walking, though they might not have known for sure until the woman confirmed it. "Come on, show me!" she demanded. Sophie hesitated, trying to hold on to the last little shred of dignity. "Now!" 

The woman stomped her foot, making Sophie jump and, reluctantly, bashfully, raise her skirt. She heard chuckles and whispers spread throughout the crowd; for a moment, she thought this might actually work in her favor, that nobody would want to marry her after seeing that... 

Then, she saw the groom.