The Bridezilla - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Darcy groaned, pouting to herself as she felt the smooth plastic of the diaper in her hands. She'd held them since this had started, of course... But only knowing they were intended for Helena. It was very different when she was going to be taping herself into one, instead.

Instantly, she was a high schooler again, terrified her friends were somehow going to find out her darkest secret, and laugh at her... Would Wynonna still stick up for her after all this time, or would she decide Darcy was old enough now that she should be able to control herself? That was probably true, to be fair... 

"No, I can't!" she whimpered, shaking her head. She couldn't face Nikki, or especially Helena, in a diaper, definitely not one of those diapers, the same kind she'd made Helena wear, the same kind she'd had to wear for so long, that had ruined her life back in senior year. She really wished she'd chosen another kind for Helena, but the girl had started it, giving her one as a present, so it had only seemed fair... At least until now.

"Is everything okay?" Wynonna knocked at the door. Darcy cursed under her breath, realizing her last outburst had been out loud, that she hadn't been able to keep herself silent the way she'd thought she had.

"Y-Yeah, all good!" she called back. "I just... I-I got an e-mail, and I need to deal with it."

"Can I help?"

Of everyone out there, Wynonna was the only one Darcy would consider trusting; even so, after all this time, she wasn't sure if that was entirely true. She'd stood by her in high school, but if she saw her like this now, would she think Darcy had lied to her when she'd told her she'd gotten over her bedwetting then, just like she had when she'd told her the same thing when they were kids.

"No, it's private work stuff," she lied. "You know how it is!"

Carefully, she slipped out of her dress, hanging it back up, safely out of the way. She loved the dress she'd picked up, how it made her feel, how she looked in it... But she did feel incredibly vulnerable now, without it, standing there practically naked except for her drenched pull-on diaper. There were cups sewn into the dress itself, so she didn't even have her bra on, and, thanks to the dress she'd worn there having the same, she hadn't brought one, either... There were only her socks, leaving her looking like an unhappy, nudist toddler, running around the house, trying to hide her latest accident from her Mommy.

That wasn't going to get any better once she did what she had to do. She sighed, unfolding the diaper, setting it down on the bench in the fitting room. She was glad she'd brought changing supplies, despite her doubts that Helena was going to need them. Maybe there was a part of her that had known this might happen, that had wanted to be prepared... She had noticed some tiny wet spots in her panties at the end of the day, before she got ready for bed, now and then, which was part of why she'd worn one of the pull-ons today.

How mortifying, she thought to herself, peeling the wet garment off of her, that her biggest accident hadn't been in her sleep, but now, while she was fully awake... There had been some close calls overnight, to the point where she'd come close to considering breaking into Helena's stash of diapers, and they'd only been getting worse, and more common, yet this was the closest she'd come to leaking, when she should have had the most control.

She'd prepared the diaper bag with everything she recalled her mother packing for her for her and Wynonna's sleepovers, and the plastic bag came in very handy now, giving her somewhere to stuff the pull-ups, and the wipes she used to clean up her crotch, and then her hands. Finally, she couldn't put it off anymore, and, after stamping her feet a time or two, sat down on the diaper.

If she'd thought holding the diaper was bad, it was nothing compared to this. Everything came flooding back, every insecure feeling, every moment she'd felt tiny, and immature next to her peers... Gone was the sexy, confident young woman who was about to get married, replaced with a scared little girl, terrified her friends would find out she wasn't really fully potty trained yet.

In fact... "No!" she squealed, looking at her reflection in the mirror, and, to her horror, seeing a trickle of liquid making its way into the waiting diaper already, ensuring she'd be soggy as soon as she taped the thing on. "St-Stop it!"

"Darcy?" Wynonna knocked again. "Are you sure you're fine?"

"Yes!" Darcy snapped. "The more you bother me, the longer this is going to take!"

She immediately regretted it, knowing the woman was her best friend, her biggest defender... But she'd also known Darcy the longest, and the best. "She's just stressed," she could hear her telling the others. "It's probably best to give her some space."

"Thank you," Darcy whispered. That was exactly what she needed, as she debated whether or not she wanted to bother with baby powder. She'd overheard the teasing Helena had gotten about the scent of it, and, having smelled the girl, it was clear it was warranted... But if she was going to be wet from the start, she didn't want to risk getting a diaper rash, not this close to her wedding night.

Just a little... She could be careful with it. She sprinkled out the tiniest amount, barely enough to see. More than likely, however, it was barely enough to do any good, so she gave the bottle another shake, then another, her nose wrinkling as the sweet smell hit her nose. Had she gone too far after all?

She closed the bottle, stuffing it back into the backpack, heart racing. It was almost time... She couldn't put it off much longer. She wriggled in place, the diaper crackling beneath her... And her bladder dribbling into it again.

"Stop!" she ordered, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She wasn't sure what she'd expected... Simply seeing Darcy in them, hearing the sounds that came from her, had been enough to trigger her body's long-buried memories, and instincts... What had she thought being in one again herself would do?!

But there was no choice. What she'd worn in was ruined, and stuffed away in a plastic bag, and she hadn't brought any spare undies, or anything else... And, no matter how hard she tried to stay away from Helena, she couldn't trust herself not to overhear, to react, and if she was going commando when that happened... 

No, she had to wear a diaper. And, unlike the other person in the store wearing them, she actually needed them, as she'd already demonstrated, twice. Heart thumping, she pulled the thing up between her legs, cheeks burning at the familiar sensation of her thighs being forced apart, of soggy padding held tight against her privates... She wanted to take it easy on herself, to tape it loosely so she couldn't feel it as much, but that was practically begging for a leak.

Channeling her mother, she tugged the sides of the diaper snug, sticking the tapes on better than any of the hundreds of times she'd attempted it as a child. There was nobody here to double check her work, after all - or, rather, nobody she was going to let do that - and it had to be perfect.

Perfect... Head spinning, she sat up, the diaper following her, rustling away. She stared at her reflection, sitting there, socked feet kicking,  already seeing the tell-tale bunching that indicated a wet diaper. Surely nobody else would have been able to tell, hadn't seen so many of these kinds of diapers in that state... But she did.

She didn't want to face her bridesmaids, or anyone else, this way, though she knew she was going to have to eventually. Pulling on the dress she'd worn in did help, hiding the diaper, however, there was no escaping the bulk between her legs, under her backside... She'd gone a bit overboard, trying to keep anyone from spotting her pull-ups, and now, she was grateful for it, because no matter how she spun or moved, she didn't think she could spot any sign of what she'd traded them for beneath the dress.

"You get it all taken care of?" Wynonna asked, as Helena burst out of the fitting room. Even with no sign she knew, that there was anything unusual about the greeting, Darcy blushed, was tempted to run back inside and slam the door shut behind her.

"Y-Yeah," she forced a chuckle. "You know how it is... I have to handle everything, even when they know I'm busy today."

She paused for just a minute, then started to move again. "Y-Your bathroom is this way, right?" she asked the owner.

"No," the woman shook her head. "Actually, you have to go up to the front, and then... It's easier for me to show you."

"I-I think I remember," Darcy told her.

"It's no problem," the owner reassured her. Darcy trailed after her, diaper squishing ever so slightly as she walked, glad nobody had questioned why she was taking the backpack with her. She'd prefer to be alone, to have a minute or two to herself, but this was going to have to do, she supposed.

"I'll go get her dress and hang it up with the others," she could hear Wynonna, helpful as ever, saying behind her. "Wow, Lena," she teased. "Your 'perfume' really is strong... You were in there how long ago, and I can still smell it all over the dressing room!"

"I-It's not my fault!" Helena whined.

Darcy swallowed, glad that she'd taken the girl into the room with her to try on her new outfit for the wedding, or else, she wasn't sure how she would have explained the sudden scent of baby powder. It was a good thing, especially, she'd forced her to wear diapers today... Without that, she wouldn't have had anything to change into. Then again, without her squirmy butt making so much noise as Darcy played dress-up with her, would Darcy's accident have been so big that she needed it? Would she have had one at all?

This was all such a big mess... Darcy scurried into the women's restroom, annoyed that the owner was there, keeping her from using the family one instead, where a used diaper in the trash would be less out of place, locking the door behind her, leaning against the sink to catch her breath. She couldn't tell if the owner had left or not, if the woman trusted her to make her way back through the small shop to where her friends were, so, after what felt like an appropriate amount of time, she flushed the toilet. And, after shoving the plastic bag with her used pull-up into the annoyingly empty trash can, she washed her hands, using sheet after sheet of paper towels to dry herself off, and cover the bag with, to hide it from anyone else who might come in after her.

Sure enough, the woman was still standing there, smiling in a way that almost made Darcy wonder if she knew, if she'd seen through her dress, to the padding underneath. Of course not... She was being silly, and paranoid. If anything, she was happy Darcy was spending so much money at her store. 

With the evidence disposed of, Darcy felt lighter as she returned to the bridal party, still making fun of the red-faced Helena, back in her tiny, tight shorts. Part of Darcy almost felt bad for her... Almost. 

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"There's my cute little flower girl!"

Helena squeaked as she was grabbed from behind, a pair of arms closing around her, giving her a big squeeze. "H-Hey!" she protested. "I-I'm not a flower girl!"

Darcy let go of her, turning her around, the small difference in their height feeling so much bigger now, as Helena gulped, squirming, her diapers barely hidden beneath her shorts. "I-I'm not," she insisted. The only reason she was still going through with all this was so she wouldn't ruin Caleb's wedding... In order to do that, she had to be a bridesmaid, not a flower girl! If that was all she was going to be, she was more than happy to back out of this, not have to wear diapers anymore...

"You," Darcy said sternly, "are whatever I say you are, little lady. Now... Let's see how you did."

She reached down, towards the zipper on Helena's shorts. "No," Helena shook her head. "No, I just..." She sighed, watching her shorts be unzipped, seeing the pink plastic appearing in between the two sides - not that it mattered, really, when so much was showing over the top. It had taken so much wiggling and jumping to get them on again!

Darcy tried to push her hand between the shorts and the diaper, but there was no room. She tugged them down, the slick surface of the latter making it far easier to do that than it had been to get them up, letting them fall down around Helena's ankles. "Huh," she mused, while Helena blushed, standing there in the middle of the store with her diaper on display. "Are you actually dry?"

"Of course I am!" Helena hissed. "I told you, I don't need..." Wynonna shoved the pacifier back into her mouth, cutting her off, right as Darcy started to poke at her diaper, squeezing it, almost seeming disappointed not to find anything inside.

"That's a long time to go without an accident," Darcy mused. 

Helena rolled her eyes; of course she hadn't wet herself! She wasn't a baby, no matter what these other girls were treating her like! 

"I bet you have to go now, though, don't you?" Darcy asked. Helena stared up at her, uncertain, wondering what she was supposed to say, what would happen if she answered honestly... Or if she didn't. Finally, she nodded, nibbling at the paci's nipple as she watched the bemused shop owner wheeling the dresses away, including the new one, all pinned up, ready for alterations. 

Darcy wasn't actually going to go through with it, was she? Helena had assumed she was going to stop the woman, tell her it had been a joke... Surely she wanted the whole party to match... But, right now, she appeared more concerned with something else.

"Then do it," Darcy commanded. Helena turned away from the owner, in the direction Darcy had come from, just to have her chin pinched between two of the bride's fingers, forced back around to stare her in the eyes. "No, you don't deserve the potty... Do it right here, little lady. Right now, in your Pampers."

Helena blushed, trying to look to the other two - or Nikki, really, to be honest - for help, but Darcy held her head in place. "Come on," she sniffed, shuffling her feet, feeling the shorts tangled around them, unsure how much of her words were decipherable around the paci. "C-Can't I wait until we get back to your place?"

"Right now," Darcy repeated, "or I'm taking your shorts away."

"Darcy!" Helena searched her eyes for a hint she was joking... She had forced her to go to the restaurant, and the drugstore, in an outfit that barely hid her diaper... Why would it be a surprise that she'd be willing to make her waddle around with nothing over it at all, to make her wear just a tank top and diaper?

"Th-This isn't fair!" she whined, hoping Nikki would agree, and back her up, despite all of her behavior so far proving she was taking Darcy's side on this, allowing her to have as much revenge as she felt she needed. "You are so mean!"

"It's be an awful waste for Darcy to have gotten all those diapers for you, and you not use them," Wynonna butted in.

"I don't wanna!" Helena huffed, crossing her arms. "I'm not a baby!"

"Well, you sound like one," Wynonna mocked her.

Darcy let go of her chin finally, but only so she could get ahold of her shorts again. "Pee your Pampers," she gave her ultimatum, "or lift your feet so I can have your shorts."

Helena knew Nikki was watching, too, hadn't stepped in yet, and probably wasn't going to. Did she still think Helena was into this? That this was her fetish? It had been bad enough, messing herself in front of Darcy, but doing this in front of all of them...

"Okay," Darcy shrugged, giving the shorts a tug. "I guess you made your choice. Feet up!"

"No!" Helena shook her head, gulping as Wynonna closed in behind her, hands moving to Helena's arms, ready to lift her up, to take the choice out of her hands. Helena sucked on the pacifier, eyes shutting, pretending she was alone, that she was in the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet...

"Good girl!" Wynonna praised, patting the seat of Helena's diaper. Helena blushed, the stream pausing for a moment. She had needed to go, however, and it wasn't long before it began again, trickling into her padding, which absorbed it hungrily, swelling up, growing warm and squishy, right in front of everyone...

"That wasn't so hard, now, was it?" Helena asked. "I almost want to take your shorts away anyway, since you were such a brat about it all, but I'll be nice."

'Nice' wasn't the word Helena would have used, though she was grateful to have the chance to hide her padding, and her accident. It wasn't until the shorts were halfway up her legs that she spotted the backpack. "D-Don't I get a change? I-Isn't that why you brought...?" She stopped short of calling it a diaper bag, as if that really mattered at this point.

Darcy gave her diaper a squeeze. "You'll be fine," she said. "It can hold plenty more!"

That might have been true... Helena's shorts, on the other hand, couldn't. It had been a struggle getting them on both times before, and now, with the extra bulk the moisture in them had caused, it was clear it wasn't going to happen. Darcy was still tugging on them when the store owner returned. 

"Oh, my," she shook her head. "Would you like to borrow something to put on her?"

"No, that's all right," Darcy gave up, yanking the shorts down. "She'll be fine like this."

"No, I won't!" Helena fumed. "Darcy, that's not fair! You promised that if..."

"Fussy, isn't she?" the owner chuckled. "Calm down, little one, or you won't get a treat."

Helena blushed, remembering the sucker she'd been given at her first fitting, like a child. "I don't..." she pouted.

"You're right," Wynonna gave her a smack across her diapered backside. "You don't deserve it, the way you've been acting today." She picked the squirming girl up, letting Darcy remove her shorts, stuffing them into the diaper bag, leaving Helena with her soggy diaper on full display.

"Darcy," she sniffled. "I-If you change me, my shorts will go over that, a-and..."

"Thank you so much," Darcy ignored her, standing up to speak to the owner instead. "I don't know if I'll see you again, since Wynonna is picking everything up, but I want to tell you how grateful I am for everything you've done." Helena stomped her foot. "And for putting up with this little brat."

Helena was marched out to the car, tugging frantically at the hem of her tank top the whole way, only getting more self-conscious when they returned to Darcy's place, and she had to scramble inside from the driveway. Thankfully, although they threatened, they didn't make her answer the door to get the food Darcy had gotten delivered there for them - but she was still standing there, in the living room, for the delivery guy to see - and, while Darcy did cling to her, making her sit beside her, or in her lap, the whole time, she let her eat the same thing as everyone else, and not off the kids' menu.

"All right," Darcy declared, when everyone was finished. "Are you ready to get changed, Lena?"

"Yes!" the girl exclaimed, thrilled at the thought of going back to her panties finally. Except Darcy took her back to where the changing pad was still laid out. "B-But I'm leaving in a few..." she pointed out.

"Wynonna, be a dear and get Helena's shorts and diaper from the diaper bag," Darcy commanded, her friend eager to leap to action.

"Please, Darcy," Helena begged. "Can I just have my panties instead?"

"Nope," Darcy shook her head. "Those are mine now. Maybe I'll let you have them back after the wedding... If you can make it through one event without peeing your pants."

"B-But..." Helena wanted to point out this time hadn't been her fault, that everyone had seen Darcy make her wet herself; she could see that it didn't matter, that nobody was coming to her aid. She kicked her feet, leaning back, closing her eyes and pretending to be anywhere else while Darcy untaped her diaper, started to clean her up.

"Hey, Darcy," Wynonna said from the darkness. "Didn't you pack two? I could have sworn I saw..."

Darcy froze for a moment. "N-No," she replied uncertainly. "No, definitely not. I didn't think even she would go through that many!"

Helena thought she remembered seeing her slide two from the package into the bag, but she must have been mistaken. She had more important things to think about now anyway... Like how she was going to get back into her apartment without anyone spotting her diaper. It had been close last time, and she hadn't been wearing these shorts... Busted AC or not, she was really regretting her wardrobe choice now, especially because the diaper was going to make the car ride back even hotter than it would have been anyway.