The Bridezilla - Chapter 10 (Patreon)

Helena whimpered, unable to keep from squirming on the hard, wooden seat of the high chair, despite the slight comfort her diaper's padding gave her, only to feel her face warm as the strap between her legs made that same padding rub against her, bringing her ever closer to doing the final thing she hadn't done in a diaper yet, the thing she was determined not to do... Especially not now, as more of the wedding party began to filter in.

It was mortifying, being turned on in this situation, though, of course, that wasn't really her fault... Darcy had known exactly what she was doing. It was hard to imagine anything more humiliating than orgasming in a diaper, than wanting to, just to relieve the tension built up in her, so there was no way she was going to let that happen... No matter how much her body wanted her to.

She thought she might have a chance, too, when she saw Caleb's brothers start to come in, chuckling to one another, barely paying any attention. She blushed, adjusting her skirt, trying to ensure the straps hadn't made it ride up to expose the diaper underneath, as much as she was able to from above the tray locked into place over her lap. She half expected Darcy to come over and tell her to leave it alone, likely while yanking the dress up to make it do precisely what Helena was trying to avoid, but, to Helena's surprise, when she looked for the other woman, she caught a fleeting glimpse of her slipping out of the room.

"You sure this is the table?" Brandon asked, Helena's heart speeding up as she turned away from the sight of the retreating bride and found the trio mere feet away from her. She froze, too terrified to move the slightest bit, positive that if she did, they'd hear the crinkling.

"Pretty sure," Shawn replied. "I guess one of the bridesmaids has a kid? How are you doing, cuti..?"

Helena almost felt light-headed, watching his hand approach her chin, reaching out to give her a tickle. She didn't know what to do, if she should embrace the mistaken identity and pretend she was a toddler, or if she should tell him some version of the truth - although, she wasn't certain how much she should get into here and now - and let him know that it was her, the girl who had been over to his house countless times when they were younger. 

She wasn't sure if it was a blessing or not that she didn't get the chance, Shawn's hand stopping in mid-air as he recognized her, turning almost - but not quite - as red as her. "Oh! Sorry, Helena, I didn't... I wasn't... What are you doing in that thing?"

Helena wriggled again, without thinking about it, wincing at the crinkling, and the rubbing, the motion brought with it, the latter making it ever harder for her to concentrate on how to hide the former. "O-Oh, you know," she tried to laugh it off. "W-We were just... D-Darcy and I saw this chair, a-and she bet me that I could fit in it still, and I told her I couldn't, so we had to try, and..." She looked down at herself with a shrug. "Guess she was right!"

"I guess so," Joel smirked, looking amused, like Brandon did now that he knew the 'story'. Only Brandon appeared unhappy with this, probably because he knew he was staring at the person he was going to be paired with the next day. "Do you want some help getting out of there?"

Helena started to nod, but, as Joel's hands got closer to her, she changed her mind, worried he wouldn't be able to get her unbuckled without brushing against her diaper, and finding out the real story. "A-Actually, I better not," she said. "W-We said if I did fit, I should spend the whole meal in it, so..."

Joel tilted his head, and, for a moment, Helena thought he'd seen through her fib. Finally, however, he shrugged. "All right. If you change your mind, just let me know."

"O-Okay," Helena bobbed her head weakly, wishing she could tell him that right away, so she could scurry off to the privacy of the bathroom for a moment to cool down. She doubted Darcy would force her back into the high chair, now that other people were around, especially ones who didn't know about their whole diaper arrangement, so if she could get down now, she'd probably be safe... It was simply a matter of finding out how to do that without exposing her padding, and she wasn't sure that was possible.

"So," Shawn said as the brothers started to sit down around the table, "how have you been, Helena? It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Y-Yeah," Helena agreed. "I guess since..." She squirmed again, trying to search her memory, the movement only making it harder.

Thankfully, Shawn stepped in, keeping her from having to recall the answer on her own. "Since Caleb's graduation party, right?" Helena nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip. That was definitely the last time she'd seen Shawn, anyway; by then, he was nearly done with college himself, just stopping by his little brother's high school graduation to wish him well before going off to start his own adult life. Joel and Brandon had likely been around that summer, at least, and probably the next few summers, too, when she and Caleb were home from their own times at college.

"Hey," Joel jabbed Brandon in the ribs. "Wasn't that...?"

"Shut up," Brandon blushed slightly.

"Wasn't it what?" Shawn asked.

"I think that was little Brandon's first kiss!" Joel said, his little brother's face reddening further.

"Oh, no!" Helena hid her own face as the memory came flooding back to her, thinking about the Spin the Bottle game they'd decided to play late that night, that Brandon, as the typical bratty younger sibling, had insisted he be allowed to join in on. Helena had wanted so badly for the bottle to land on Caleb, but instead... "That was your first kiss?!"

It made sense... He'd been young enough that it was entirely plausible, though, at the time, she hadn't even thought about the possibility. She wouldn't have considered it a real kiss, but if it was his first, it was probably good enough.

"And just look at her now," Wynonna broke in, sidling up beside Helena, making her blood run cold as she felt her arm over her shoulders. "Aren't you so proud, Brandon?"

"Y-Yeah, sure," Brandon mumbled, his nose still wrinkled by the time Helena moved her hands away from her eyes. "It was just a game..."

"I'm so glad they had an appropriate seat for you here," Wynonna told Helena. "I was worried we'd have to go find you some phone books or something so you could see over the table!"

"I-It was a bet!" Helena sputtered. "Th-They just happened to have this here... A-Actually, it might be for Jackie, now that I think about it."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Wynonna grinned. "I think Jackie's too big for high chairs. You, on the other hand..."

As she tapped Helena on the nose, the smaller woman couldn't help wondering if, as Darcy's best friend, she'd known about this ahead of time, if she was well aware that it wasn't a simple coincidence that there was a high chair at the table for the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Even if she didn't, she could probably guess as much, given how things had been going when the bridesmaids got together lately.

When Jackie did arrive, Helena could see him talking to his mother, pointing in her direction, and, even without being able to hear him, she was certain he was worried he was going to have to sit in a high chair, too. Of course, Helena knew he wouldn't since there were no others available, and he looked quite proud of himself when his mom told him. She thought he had a booster on his seat, but, from as far away as she was, it was hard to tell for sure... Either way, it was only a small comfort knowing someone far younger than her was sitting on something just slightly less immature than her own seat, instead of significantly so, like everyone else in the room.

Helena stayed quiet once Wynonna arrived, as she and the brothers got to know each other a little better, not wanting to interrupt, and also afraid that Wynonna would take any opportunity available to humiliate her, and hint to the other three that there was more to her situation than a bet and a high chair. By the time Darcy reappeared, and Wynonna went over to talk to her, Caleb's brothers seemed to have almost forgotten about Helena, sitting as still as she could.

"I can't believe I'm going to be stuck dancing with Nikki," Joel sighed. Helena smiled, happy to see she'd read his expression at the rehearsal correctly. Maybe not a hundred percent, since there was no evidence he would rather have been with her, but it was still satisfying, seeing that, after all this time, she knew him well enough to have recognized at least some of his thoughts.

"It's not that big a deal," Shawn told him. "It's only one dance."

"Yeah," Brandon grumbled. "Besides, you're still doing better than me."

Helena's expression quickly fell, as Shawn swatted his little brother on the head. "Brandon!" he reprimanded. 

Brandon glanced up, blushed, having apparently forgotten Helena was even there, her struggle to go unnoticed apparently paying off, though not in any way she would have wanted. He had been enough younger than Helena had never considered dating him, but she had wondered in the past if he might have had a bit of a crush on her, especially after that Spin the Bottle game - and doubly so, now that she knew that had been his first kiss. Apparently not... Either that, or seeing her in a high chair was enough to cure him of any attraction he might have otherwise felt.

"Sorry," he shrugged, not sounding particularly like he meant it.

"N-No, it's fine," she shook her head, trying not to sound offended that she was too immature for even Caleb's youngest brother. She doubted Darcy would allow them to get out of their dance together, but at least she might not have to worry about Brandon's hand straying now, sliding a little too low, brushing against the padding beneath her dress...

"You're just so short," he attempted to explain. "I-It doesn't seem like we'd be good partners for the dance because of that. That's all."

It didn't sound like that was it, though she decided not to pursue it any further, nodding numbly. She was almost grateful to see Caleb finally arrive, along with Nikki, to break the awkward silence that fell over the table afterwards... Or she would have been if she could have hidden the high chair underneath her. She shifted restlessly, whimpering as her squishy padding slid against the tight strap.

"Hey, there," Caleb looked confused. "What's going on here?"

If anyone was going to help her out, it would be Caleb... But was it worth trying to explain things to him? She wanted him, even more than the rest of his siblings, not to find out any more than he had to about what had been going on between her and the bride-to-be... 

"It was a bet," Wynonna answered, before Helena could decide what the best course of action would be. "And Helena here lost, didn't you?"

"Y-Yeah," Helena nodded, feeling Wynonna's hand on her shoulder as she returned from talking to Darcy at last, probably upon seeing Caleb's arrival, not wanting to let Helena try anything. "I-I shouldn't have tried to outsmart Darcy."

"Definitely not," Wynonna gave Helena's shoulder a squeeze. "That never works out well for you, does it?"

Caleb still didn't look completely convinced. "Well, whatever it is, I'm sure you've done your time now. I don't want you to have to spend the entire rehearsal dinner in that thing..."

Helena swallowed a gasp, seeing Caleb approaching the chair, and the straps, her diaper so close underneath, so hard for him to miss... She didn't want to tell him that she wanted to stay here, in a high chair, but she definitely didn't want him to have any chance of finding out she was padded...

To her surprise, it was Nikki who came to her rescue. "Oh, let it go," she rolled her eyes. "I'm sure it's just a little harmless fun, isn't it?"

Her tone made it clear what the answer should be, and Helena nodded. "Y-Yeah," she agreed. "W-We just saw the high chair here when we came in, a-and Darcy bet me that I wouldn't fit into it, that's all. No big deal."

Caleb frowned, staring at her for a long moment. "If you say so," he shrugged at last. "Speaking of Darcy, I'd better go see how she's doing. I'll talk to you guys later."

He walked away, the other two bridesmaids finally sitting down, Wynonna taking the seat right next to Helena. Helena didn't think much about that until she saw the food starting to be brought out, and Wynonna reached into her purse. "Darcy wanted to make sure I gave you this," she said. "She told me your dress was just so pretty, she didn't want to see you mess it up."

She stood, draping a large, pink, plastic bib over Helena's front, tying it in place, the girl's cheeks rapidly turning a matching color. She wanted to rip it off, but if this was all supposed to be a silly, spur of the moment bet, she didn't want to look like a bad sport... "Th-Thanks," she said quietly, looking forward to this whole meal being over.

But not nearly as much so as she was a few seconds later, as her first dish was set down in front of her. She mistook it, at first, for pea soup, although it was a bit too thick for that, she thought. Perhaps that was how fancy places like this served it? She glanced around at what the others had to see, only to discover that they didn't have soup at all... They had salad.

It wasn't until the server set a plastic spoon down beside her bowl, unlike the actual silverware everyone else at the table had been given, that it hit her. They were all getting real food; she was getting baby food. She turned, trying to shoot a dirty look at Darcy, positive she was behind this, but she could only move so far before the strap began to dig into her padding again, earning an involuntary moan from her as she plopped back down.

"Do you need some help?" Wynonna interpreted the sound. "Let me finish up, sweetie."

Helena could hear chuckles, the boys having seemingly not paid any attention to what she'd gotten until now, only to look up from their own plates at that, seeing the green mush she'd been given instead. "V-Very funny, right?" she tried to pretend it was all a joke, squirming uncomfortably in her chair, and immediately regretting it. Every time she moved, it brought her closer and closer to doing something truly humiliating in her pants, right in front of everyone... And every time, it got a little harder to remember not to do it again, as it was harder and harder to concentrate on anything except the growing heat between her legs that she was so desperate to ignore.

Of course, it all became even more difficult when Wynonna pushed her plate away, and turned to Helena, picking up the spoon the girl had yet to touch, dipping it into the mush. "Open wide!" she cooed.

Helena's eyes widened, her head shaking as she saw the spoon moving ever closer to her mouth. There was no way Wynonna actually wanted her to eat that... Was there?! She hoped this was just for the first course, that Darcy wouldn't push it any further, and, even if she did, she was determined that she'd simply not eat... She should have known Wynonna wouldn't let her have it that easy.

"I-I'm not..." she began to protest, her words silenced by a mouthful of baby food. She wrinkled her nose, nearly gagging at the texture of it. She'd been right that it was peas, but it definitely wasn't soup... It was too thick for that, too thin to be real food, other than applesauce, maybe, and this certainly wasn't applesauce.

"Th-That's fine," she told Wynonna, once she'd forced it down. "I-I don't need any..."

Wynonna already had the next spoonful ready to go, however. Instinctively, Helena tried to wiggle away from it, diaper rubbing against the straps as she did, making her gasp, Wynonna leaping on the opportunity to slide the spoon into her open mouth. 

She was trapped; if she attempted to escape the feeding, she brought herself closer to orgasm, which she didn't want, not like this, not here, not now... If she stayed still, she made it that much easier for Wynonna to stuff her full of the unappetizing mush. She tried just keeping her mouth shut, but all Wynonna had to do was pinch her nose until she was forced to open her mouth to breathe. Besides, denying it like that made her look like a fussy toddler, and ultimately did her no good, so it wasn't worthwhile. As mortifying as it was, it was better to obediently let herself be fed, and hope Wynonna didn't smear too much of to baby food across her face while she did it.

She'd hoped that Darcy would be happy after one course of that, that she'd let it go once they were on to the main meal.... But, of course, it wasn't that simple. When everyone else was given their gorgeous steak, or tofu, with its equally delicious looking sides, she was given a trio of bowls with new baby food, in pink, green, and orange.

"Are you going to eat that on your own?" Wynonna asked pointedly.

"No!" Helena whined. "I-I'm full!"

"Let me get a few bites in while it's still hot," Wynonna let out a long-suffering sigh, cutting herself a bite of juicy steak. "We don't want you going hungry, do we? Don't you want to grow up big and strong one day?"

"Yeah," Joel nudged Brandon. "Maybe if she does that, she'll be big enough for you to dance with."

Brandon did not seem amused, probably unhappy to see that the person he'd been paired with - who had given him his first kiss, long ago - was not only small enough to fit in a high chair, but was also being spoon-fed like a toddler.

Helena reluctantly picked up her spoon, not wanting to leave her feeding to Wynonna again, but she hadn't managed to convince herself to actually put anything on it before Wynonna snatched it from her hands, taking over after all. It wasn't until she'd tried the pink - what she thought was meant to be ham - and the green - green beans - that she noticed the strange aftertaste they all had. 

Or, rather, that she began to suspect something was wrong with it. She'd tasted it with the peas as well, but, thanks to her inexperience with eating babyfood, she assumed that was normal... It was the same with each kind, however, which made her more suspicious. She couldn't quite place it, yet it was definitely there, definitely not her imagination... It was almost like what she'd get after she took certain kinds of medicine...

Medicine... The thought terrified her. Darcy had vanished for a while, and now Wynonna was making sure she ate all of her food... Had Darcy put something into it? Was she drugging her?! She wished she could believe she was being paranoid, but after everything else the woman had put her through...

And then, just when she was certain things couldn't get any worse, Caleb appeared again. "How's everyone doing?" he smiled, surveying the table, stopping only when he saw Helena sitting there, wearing a bib, which, like her face, was covered in various colors of mush as she sat there, tummy feeling full despite how much was left in each of her bowls of baby food. "What is going on here?" he demanded, Helena blushing as she felt a fresh trickle of wetness in her diaper as she stared up at him...