The Whole Pack - Part 2 (Patreon)

A continuation of last week's caption, commissioned by an anonymous Patron.  Picture credit unknown. Apologies to the owner! 

Ellie's heart pounded as Mommy pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car, making it seem more and more likely that she hadn't been bluffing, that, in a matter of moments, she was about to have to go inside, just like this. She whimpered softly, fidgeting in her seat, diaper squelching beneath her, while Mommy grabbed her purse and prepared to get out.

"I-I can just wait out here!" Ellie offered. "You know, keep an eye on the car!"

"Nonsense," Mommy shook her head. "You were just complaining about how hot it was out here... I can't leave a little girl like you outside in that kind of heat!" She opened her car door, then stepped out and slammed it shut before Ellie could say anything else. Anxiously, Ellie watched her through the windows as she walked around the car, over to her door, preparing her argument frantically.

As soon as Mommy opened her car door, she began to blurt out, "You could leave me the keys, so I could have the air conditioner on, and I'd be fine, and the car would be way more comfy when you finished, and if you got anything cold, it would..."

By then, Mommy had already finished unbuckling Ellie's seatbelt, and pulled her out of the car. The girl went silent immediately, cheeks burning as she realized she was standing in the middle of the marking lot with nothing to cover her diaper; that would have been bad enough on its own, but the state of her diaper, the heavy, sagging, stained backside, made it very clear that she'd used it, to its fullest extent.

Mommy kept ahold of her hand, dragging her towards the store itself, every mushy, stinky step reminding her of what a naughty little girl she was. Wearing diapers at her age, especially that openly, made it seem like she either needed them, or wanted them... And, since Mommy was forcing her to stay in them, she supposed she did need to wear them for as long as the punishment lasted. It was a different kind of need than people would likely assume, and she wasn't sure which version was more humiliating.

She didn't want people to think she was actually incontinent... Although, that might not be as bad as the truth, as the fact that she'd been fully aware of needing to use the bathroom, but hadn't been allowed to do so, and wound up pooping her pants anyway. If that didn't scream 'naughty girl', she didn't know what did. There was no way she'd try to explain that to anyone, no matter how hard they were staring at her droopy diaper, yet, even if she did, she knew, if she wasn't careful, it was just going to make it sound like she was too lazy to make it to the bathroom, especially since, whenever she tried to say that Mommy was making her do this, Mommy would chime in that this wasn't her fault... And, looking at the two of them now, Ellie knew who even she would believe.

She knew what asking for another package of diapers meant, but at least, if she got changed into a clean diaper, it wouldn't look quite as bad... It would still look like she wasn't fully potty trained, or had never been able to let go of the feel of her diapers... Without the load in the back, however, maybe people wouldn't so quickly assume the former. "Mommy, can you please buy me some more diapers?" she asked as they approached the doors, wanting to get it over with before they were inside.

Mommy didn't skip a beat, didn't even slow down, letting the doors open up wide before turning to Ellie and asking, "What was that, dear? You'll have to speak up louder than that."

Ellie's face turned bright red as Mommy pulled her into the store, and, suddenly, she became even more aware of her diaper, as they were surrounded by other people. She couldn't speak at all at first, while Mommy grabbed a cart and transferred Ellie's hand from her own to the side of it, making her toddle along beside it. When Ellie did find her voice again, it was even quieter. "Mommy, please, get me more diapers."

"Speak up, Ellie," Mommy said. "I can barely hear you."

Ellie stomped her foot, glaring up at Mommy, not wanting to have to play along, but not having a choice. Everyone clearly could tell she was in diapers, anyway... Would it really be worse to have to ask for more? The sooner she did it, the sooner she could get a change. "M-Mommy," she raised her voice, hearing it get squeaky as well, from shame, "Can you please, please get more d-diapers?"

"Well, of course, silly," Mommy answered, her voice also seeming uncomfortably loud to Ellie in the moment. "You're running low, and I can't trust you in big girl panties, can I?" Ellie blushed, looking down at her feet. "Can I?"

"N-No, Mommy," Ellie squirmed in her dirty diaper. "You can't..."

Mommy, of course, got to pick out the diapers. Ellie could barely bring herself to look at all the packages, but she could tell right away that they were different than the ones she'd grabbed for Rachel's gag gift. The package was much bigger, and, once they were in the bathroom, and Mommy had opened it, she could see that the diapers definitely were, too. They were somehow even thicker than the others, and far more babyish... She didn't mind the blue color too much, but the planets and rocketships made it obvious they were made for immature little children, not adults like her.

While it was definitely nice to be clean, as she washed her hands and stared at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but wonder how much of an improvement this really was. Before she'd finished, a teenager stepped into the bathroom, looking around, then heading straight for them. Ellie blushed, glancing down at her hands intently, though the girl seemed more interested in Mommy, anyway.

"Hi," she said. "I'm sorry to bother you... I came here to apply for a job, and then I saw you two, and I wondered if you might need a sitter for the summer. I'm heading off to college in the fall, but until then, I'd be happy to help out. She seems like quite the handful."

Ellie's face turned even darker red. She didn't need a sitter at all, especially not one fresh out of high school, even younger than her... There was no way Mommy would take her up on the offer... Right?"

"I do need somebody to help look after her," Mommy agreed, "But she's a lot of trouble, and you have to be willing to do things that might seem a little... mean... They're the only way she'll learn, though."

"Oh, don't worry," the girl smiled. "I can handle that..."

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Ellie's heart nearly stopped as she heard the sniff behind her, praying that it was coming from somebody else, or that she was imagining it. She'd run as far ahead of her sitter as she could get away with to try to avoid it, and yet...

"What did you do, young lady?" the girl demanded.

Instantly, any semblance of independence she'd felt by being allowing to walk through the store without holding the girl's hand, or the cart, evaporated, leaving behind the naughty little girl again, acutely aware of the mushy load in the seat of her diaper. It wasn't a surprise to either of them, really... The sitter had given her a suppository before they'd left on the shopping trip, with the orders to keep clean until they got home, if she didn't want the girl to tell Mommy she'd been a bad girl and needed a spanking, then kept 'remembering' new things to look for, making the trip last longer, and longer; finally, Ellie couldn't hold it any more.

"N-Nothing," she fibbed. "I'm just walking..."

It didn't work, unsurprisingly. "Show me," the sitter demanded.

Ellie knew she was already getting a spanking, anyway... If she didn't do as she was told, she was just going to make it worse. Blushing bright red, not daring to look behind her to see if anyone else was in the aisle, for fear that the slightest hesitance would land her in even hotter water, she raised her skirt. She didn't have to go far - honestly, after messing herself, she wasn't even sure if the diaper was fully above the skirt's hem or not - but every centimeter made her feel more and more like a...

"Naughty girl!" The sitter marched forward, snatching the skirt away, pinning it to the childish teddy bear backpack that held Ellie's changing supplies and spare diapers - or would have, if Ellie had remembered to restock them, like she was supposed to. The sitter knew she hadn't done it, either, having checked it before they left the house, but still made Ellie wear it anyway, had still forced her to fill her pants, was still making sure, fully dressed or not, that her dirty diapers were on display to the store. "Why didn't you ask for the potty?"

The real answer was that she knew she wouldn't have been allowed to go, but she knew it wouldn't do her any good, so, instead, the blushing girl just said, "S-Sorry," and meekly allowed herself to be pulled back to the cart, walking along beside it as the trip continued, hoping her sitter would let them go home soon, before she got desperate and begged for yet another pack of diapers that, no doubt, she'd have to use all up before this punishment finally ended.