The Bridezilla - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Helena groaned as she dipped her spoon into the oatmeal, letting go and putting all her effort into pushing her backside down hard into the seat below her as her stomach lurched, desperate for attention, for release... How much longer was she going to be able to take this?!

Not much, she realized in horror, once she'd made it through that cramp, shifting forward in her seat to grab her spoon again, nose wrinkling, cheeks warming, as she felt the fresh, warm, sticky spot in her pants. She wished she didn't know what it was, or what it meant... The end was fast approaching, and it was going to be, quite possibly, the most mortifying moment of her life. Already, she knew she was never going to live down the skid mark she'd just left, if any of the other girls happened to check her, or see the inside of her diaper, if, somehow, she lasted through the rest of her bowl of oatmeal... How much worse would it be, however, if she had a full-blown accident?!

She fidgeted in place, trying to find some way to sit where she didn't have to feel the mush in her pants, while she did her best to work up the courage to take another bite of the mush in her bowl, looking even more unappetizing now. She had no doubt the diner was capable of making good food - what the other girls had in front of them looked very tasty - but this hadn't been good from the start, pasty and tasteless, and the more time passed, the cooler it got, which didn't help one bit.

"Wow," Wynonna teased. "Do you just like listening to yourself, Helena?"

Helena frowned, glancing over at the girl, confused, having not said a word in she didn't know how long, after giving up on talking her companions out of this, and resigning herself to trying to accomplish the task they'd assigned her in time to avoid catastrophe.

"You're crinkling away over there," Wynonna clarified. "You're being a little wiggly worm... I bet the whole restaurant has heard your diaper by now!"

Helena scooted down further in her seat, hoping Wynonna was simply making fun of her, but certain, even if she wasn't, the rest of the diner would know about what she was wearing anyway, thanks to how loud the woman had said that awful word. All they'd have to do was take one look at their group to tell which one of them she was talking about...

She'd already grown worrying accustomed to the sound, had barely registered it anymore; she told herself it was only because she had more important things to occupy her mind at the moment, but it was hard to say how true that actually was. Now that Wynonna had pointed it out, Helena was reminded anew of how loud her diaper was, hearing it thunder in her ears as she pushed herself back up in her seat, as she leaned forward to reach for her spoon again, as she was unable to help squirming in a vain attempt to escape the evidence of how close she was to pooping her pants.

Wynonna had to be right... The entire restaurant had to be hearing this, too, if not the whole city! And she couldn't stop herself... As soon as she'd forced herself to accept there was no getting away from the messy streak, another cramp came, requiring more wriggling than ever, dropping her spoon back into her bowl, pressing her hands between her legs, bouncing in place as she nibbled her bottom lip...

"Maybe you should just go," Nikki suggested. "At least then it would be over, Lena... I'm sure it won't be that bad."

"Yes, it will!" Helena squealed, hardly able to believe her one actual friend here was saying that, having to remind herself that Nikki didn't know - nobody did - how bad it really was, that she thought Helena was only about to pee herself. She could have fixed that, of course, and, hopefully, they'd take pity on her.... After Wynonna's declaration, however, she couldn't imagine confessing that out loud, where anyone else in the building might hear... 

Darcy had been uncharacteristically quiet, though she was snickering along to the mockery. "Good," she finally spoke up, picking up the sippy cup, shoving it into Helena's mouth. "That's what you get for trying to ruin my bachelorette party, so just sit there and..."

She turned to look Helena in the eyes, scooting over slightly, a strange look crossing her face as she shifted her position again. "A-And..." she tried again, clearly doing her best to take another run at it, before almost immediately running out of steam. "You know what?" she blurted out, "Fine! If you're going to be this much of a brat, you can go to the potty!"

To Helena's surprise, Darcy took her by the hand, sliding off the bench, pulling the smaller girl with her, her diaper slipping easily along the seat, giving Darcy no chance to stop her, if she would have wanted to. It might have been nice if she'd had more of a chance to adjust her skirt beforehand, since, as she clattered to the floor in her Mary Janes, barely keeping her balance, she was certain she flashed half the restaurant, but she was already convinced they knew about her diaper anyway, so what difference did it make? And, when she left, they'd probably have gotten a peek then.

It was a very good thing that she wasn't in the middle of a cramp, or she was positive she would have ended up messing herself as soon as she touched down, the impact jostling her tummy enough to make her worry it was still going to happen, at least for the split second before Darcy was yanking her towards the bathroom, away from their table. 

Did she know after all? She was sitting right beside Helena... Had she smelled her little accident, realized what she was going to have to deal with? The other girls had talked about how someone would have to clean her up, how a wet diaper would do her some good, but a messy one was entirely different, all around; obviously, she didn't want to wear one, though, perhaps Darcy also didn't want to potentially end up changing her, or even just be seen with her like that.

Helena would rather she have done it because she was taking pity on her, didn't think she deserved this... She doubted that was the case, however. Whatever the reason, she wasn't going to complain, not when she'd been so sure, only a few moments earlier, that she wasn't going to make it. Never look a gift horse in the mouth... Even if that horse was dragging you through a restaurant so quickly that your skirt is definitely flapping behind you, and exposing your diaper.

It was possible the girls were just giggling at the situation in general, but Helena was positive that wasn't it, since she thought she heard them getting louder when she attempted, with her free hand, to push her skirt down. She didn't notice anyone else laughing, though maybe the other patrons were simply too polite, or thought she was an actual child, a mistake she could easily forgive, knowing how she was dressed, what she looked like in comparison to her companions. Nikki and Wynonna knew the truth, however... Which, in Nikki's case, at least, made it all the worse, seeing as she was supposed to be on Helena's side.

Despite all that, though, Helena couldn't help sputtering out, "Th-Thank you, Darcy! Thank you so much!" as she was led to the back of the restaurant, to the bathroom. With every step, she felt hope returning, felt confidence that she was going to be able to make it after all...

Darcy burst into the restroom, locking the door behind her, almost before she could have possibly seen that both the stall doors were open, and nobody else was there. Helena felt a hint of worry at that, although, to be fair, she didn't really want anyone else to walk in while she was getting her diaper taken off, or put back on... And, like it or not, she knew the diaper was going back on, since the skirt they'd put her in was nowhere near suitable to be worn in public without something underneath it.

To Helena's surprise, however, Darcy let go of her hand, stepping into one of the stalls by herself. She turned around to pull the door shut, seeing Helena then, nearly as an afterthought, and ordering, "Stay right there until I come out."

"Wh-What?!" Helena squeaked. "B-But there's another stall right there!"

Darcy closed the door, leaving Helena behind, mere feet away from an open, available toilet, one she was forbidden from approaching. "C-Come on! This isn't fair!" she whined, squeezing her legs together. What was she going to do?! Should she risk Darcy's wrath by disobeying her? She had no idea how long the girl was going to be in there... Or how long she had left.

"Darcy!" she stomped her foot, tears filling her eyes. What was the bride-to-be going to do, if she took the other stall? Was this some kind of test? If so, Helena was desperate enough that she was willing to let herself fail, much more so than she was willing to let herself fill her diaper when an alternative was so close...

"Don't you dare!" Darcy snarled, freezing Helena in place as she started to creep closer to the other toilet. "I can see your feet under the door, little lady!"

"Just let me go!" Helena begged. "This is so unfair!" That was very true... So much so that she didn't feel guilty at all ignoring Darcy's orders, taking another step closer to relief.

"Move any closer, and I'm going to tell Caleb all about your little prank, and how you tried to ruin the wedding... Do you think he's going to forgive you for that anytime soon? Or even talk to you?"

"B-But..." Helena pouted, her hands curling around the tiny skirt in frustration, and disbelief that she was entertaining this notion. "Th-This has nothing to do with the wedding!"

"It will," Darcy replied. "Because if you don't do as you're told, I'm telling him that you dropped out after getting called out... And where am I going to find another bridesmaid at this short a notice? Especially one that's going to fit into your teeny little dress? I don't know anybody in kindergarten."

"I'm not that small!" Helena grumbled, although that was about how old she felt - at the max - right now. "Why did you even bring me in here, if you're not gonna let me use the toilet?!" she asked. "I-It's not like you..."

To her surprise, she heard a tinkling of water on water, blushing as the other woman proved her wrong. Was that all it had been? Had Darcy decided to bring her because she needed to pee anyway? While she was gone from the bench, Helena could have slipped off the bench easily, but she wasn't sure if she would have tried it with Wynonna - and, apparently, Nikki - watching, and knowing she'd just run into Darcy at some point anyway.

"Okay," she rolled her eyes. "B-But you could still let me use the other stall!"

There was another few moments of silence, and then the toilet flushed, Darcy opening the door and walking out. There was something different about her, although Helena couldn't quite put her finger on it... And was too preoccupied, as another cramp hit her, to try to work it out, as she watched the woman go to the sink, wash her hands.

"D-Darcy..." Helena groaned. "Y-You're done... Pl-Please, c-can...?"

"Just use your diaper, dummy," Darcy snapped. "Did you really think I was every going to let you use the potty anyway? Those are for big girls."

Helena would have liked to make an attempt at changing her mind, to dispute that she wasn't a big girl, or at least to wait, to not do it right away, so it seemed as if it was Darcy's order that had made her do it, rather than simply running out of time, but the choice was out of her hands. Perhaps, if she'd gotten another answer, she could have found the strength to hold out the extra minute or two she'd need for Darcy to finish cleaning up, to take her to the stall, to get her diaper off... Or maybe, by now, it was inevitable.

She felt her knees bend, felt a push inside of herself... "N-No," she shook her head, horrified, trying to deny it, even as she felt a lump forming in the seat of her diaper, so much worse than the streak she'd left earlier already, the garment crinkling loudly as it started to swell to accommodate it. She heard herself grunt, squatting down deeper, the muddy flow speeding up, unstoppable now.

"There," Darcy tossed the paper towel she'd used to dry her hands into the garbage can, turned around to look at Helena. "Isn't that better than doing all that... Oh, my God!"

Helena's face was already red from exertion, but she could feel it heating up as well, watching Darcy's hands move to her mouth, an evil grin spreading across her face. "Oh, my God!" she repeated, stepping around behind Helena, seeing the ballooning rear of her diaper, giving it a poke, as Helena let out a weary bleat of protest. "I can't believe it! You really are just a baby, aren't you?"

"Sh-Shut up," Helena whined, squealing as Darcy pushed her hand to the still-swelling back of her diaper.

"No, no," she clicked her tongue. "Little babies who poop their Pampers don't talk to big girls like me that way, do they?"

"I-It's not my fault!" Helena insisted. "Y-You wouldn't let me go!"

"I cannot wait for the other girls to see this!" Darcy crowed. "Not to mention Caleb!"

"No!" Helena wailed. "Y-You can't show Caleb!"

"Can't show him what?" Darcy asked, stepping back around in front of the squatting girl, holding her phone, which, after a moment, she turned around, showing Helena a video of herself, her diaper shifting, growing, before the view shifted to show her red face and wide eyes. "This?"

"Yes!" Helena grabbed for it, coming up far too short.

"Oh, Helena," Darcy shook her head smugly. "Between this video, and what I could tell him about you trying to ruin the wedding... I own you. You are going to do everything I want... Aren't you?"

Finally, it stopped, the mushy mudslide trailing off into nothing... But it hardly mattered. Her diaper was filled to the brim, and there was no hiding that, no getting away from it, as she stood up, nose crinkled, looking at herself in the mirror and seeing how the now sagging crotch hung below the hem of the skirt, even when she was standing still. Like it or not, there was really only one answer. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she nodded meekly.

As much as she didn't want to leave the privacy of the bathroom, there wasn't much she could do about it... She was almost grateful when Darcy made her suck her thumb on the way out, having forgotten to grab the pacifier, the feeling soothing her ever so slightly as she trudged back to the table, mess squelching between her legs, droopy diaper swaying beneath her skirt.

"Did you get it all taken care of?" Nikki asked playfully.

Helena hesitated at the bench, but Darcy picked her up, forcing her down onto it, the girl squeaking, eyes growing as wide as her bowl of oatmeal as her backside sank into the mush, reminding her anew of the shameful thing she'd just done.

"Eww," Wynonna's nose twitched. "What is that... No way! Helena, you didn't!"

Darcy pressed the sippy cup of milk into Helena's hands, lifting it up to her mouth to make her drink. "She just couldn't make it... The toilet was right there, too... It's almost like she did it on purpose."

Helena shook her head, but, from behind her sippy cup, she wasn't sure anyone saw, Nikki and Wynonna too busy expressing their disbelief.

"Seriously, Lena?" Nikki sighed. "Why would you do that?"

"Guess it's a good thing she brought that diaper," Wynonna added. "Were you planning this all along, little stinker?"

"I don't know what she was trying to prove," Darcy told her bridesmaids, "but obviously, all she's done is show what a baby she is."

"Are you going to make her finish her oatmeal?" Nikki asked. "We're all done..."

Helena looked at her bowl, saw how much was left, knew it would be ice cold by now, considering how long she'd been away. She'd be here all day, trying to choke it down!

"Nah," Darcy pushed the sippy cup upwards, a bit of milk spilling from the sides of Helena's mouth, taking her by surprise as she gulped down the last mouthful. "She had her milk, at least. Besides, I don't want her stink scaring away the other customers."

Helena blushed, dabbing at the milk that had dribbled onto her shirt, while Darcy gave her the pacifier again. Nikki agreed to pay, while the others led Helena outside, the girl nervously doing her best to make her skirt long enough to hide her diaper, and failing even more miserably now than she had when it was clean.

"She really did a number on it, huh?" Wynonna asked, lifting up the back of the skirt, giving the diaper a pat. 

"Hey!" Helena squealed behind her paci, snatching her skirt out of the girl's grip, turning away from her, realizing only when it was over that before she'd moved, only anyone inside the diner who happened to be looking out the window could have seen - and she was certain they all knew anyway. By turning, she'd given everyone on the sidewalk a perfect view instead, until the skirt had settled back into place. Perhaps, from a distance, they might not have known what it was from the now permanent glimpse she was giving them as it sagged ever so slightly beneath the hem... If she hadn't shown them the whole thing first.

"What are we going to do with her?" Wynonna continued. "If she's willing to do this here, who knows what she'll try at the wedding itself... And I know those bridesmaids dresses aren't cheap, so it would be a shame if she ruined hers..."

"Oh, don't worry," Darcy assured her. "I already have a plan..."

Instead of going back to Darcy's place, the girls stopped at a drugstore, Darcy leading Helena by the hand through the winding aisles, straight to the incontinence department. "Lookie here," she smirked, bending over. "These look like what she put in my present, don't they?"

"Oh, yeah," Wynonna raised Helena's skirt again, this time from the front, to compare. "I think they are!"

Helena blushed, wanting to point out how easily Darcy had found them, how suspicious that was, but too mortified to say anything, or do much except suck on her pacifier, following along beside Darcy as they went to purchase the diapers, positive that there was no way the hot cashier didn't know who they were for, even before Wynonna asked, right in front of the guy, "So, do we change her here, or wait until we get back?"

"Our bathrooms are right over there," the cashier pointed out helpfully, Helena ducking her head in shame.

"I think she can wait a little longer," Darcy said.

"Come on!" Helena pouted.

"Keep it up," Darcy warned, "and we'll take a nice, long walk around the neighborhood first."

Helena shut up, obediently carrying the shopping bag, the top of the diaper package poking out, showing everyone what she had, almost as well as she was showing them what she was wearing beneath her skirt, toddling along beside the bride-to-be, back to her place, to the living room, where, unsurprisingly, she was sentenced to the floor.

"Don't you even think about sitting on any of my furniture like that, little stinker," Darcy told her. "You're lucky I don't make you sit in the corner. If you're not right there when I get back from the bathroom, you're going to regret it." 

Helena sat on the floor, nose wrinkled, almost too embarrassed to think any further about the other woman's words. The other girls left, too, but that made sense... They hadn't used the bathroom at the diner, or the drugstore. Darcy, however, had, had been so desperate to do so that she'd simply had to go in first, despite how clear it was that Helena was about to have an accident... Did she really need to use the bathroom again so soon?

When Darcy came back down the hallway, Helena was positive she heard the sliding doors hiding the girl's washer and dryer, and hamper, open, even though, when she appeared, she was dressed exactly the same, down to her shoes. "How do you feel about your little prank now?" she mocked, booping Helena on the nose. "Because I'm feeling much better about it."

Helena didn't have a chance to answer before Wynonna and Nikki returned as well. "I've come to a decision," Darcy announced. "But I want you two to tell me if I'm being too harsh."

"All right," Wynonna agreed, sitting down on the sofa Helena was no longer allowed on. "What's up?"

"Well," Darcy said, "you're right that I don't think I can trust little Lena here to behave at the wedding... Or anywhere else, for that matter. Whether she did it on purpose, or is just that much of a baby that she can't control herself, it's clear she needs protection."

"Oh, definitely," Wynonna nodded, reaching out with her shoe, poking at Helena's bulging diaper.

"So, you want to make her wear a diaper at the wedding?" Nikki asked, sounding a little less convinced, staring down at Helena.

"Not just the wedding," Darcy shook her head. "Anything wedding related. It's the only way to know, for sure, she isn't going to pull anything like this again."

"B-But..." Helena protested from behind her paci, blushing, knowing that, at some of those - especially the wedding itself, obviously - Caleb was going to be there. She looked up at Nikki, knowing she was her best chance at talking Darcy out of this, of helping her...

"Makes sense to me," Nikki said. "No, don't look at me like that," she sighed, as Helena's eyes filled up with tears of betrayal. "Just look at yourself, Lena... Can you blame her?"

"I agree," Wynonna added, as if there was any doubt who she'd side with. "That ought to keep her out of trouble."

"Good," Darcy smiled. "I'm glad we're all on the same page... Now, I don't know about you all, but I'm tired of smelling her. Go on, Helena, go get yourself cleaned up... Then come back out here so we can get you in a fresh diaper."

Helena was grateful she was getting out of her dirty diaper, that she was going to be able to deal with it herself... But not so much about the last part. "W-We're leaving soon, though, aren't we? D-Do I really need...?"

"As long as you're in my house, or anywhere near me, yes, you do," Darcy glared. "Now go! Or do you want to stay in that diaper for your drive home?"

Helena scrambled to her feet, waddling away, slowing down only as she approached the washer, recalling the sound she'd heard. She paused, glancing back over her shoulder, then, curiously, started to slide the door open.

"That doesn't sound like the bathroom door!" Darcy called out, sending Helena scurrying away, yelling out muffled apologies around her pacifier, shuffling further and further away from the hamper, and the pair of panties sitting at the top, a small, but undeniable, wet spot right in the center.