The Bridezilla - Chapter 12 (Patreon)

Helena was blushing, but she couldn't help smiling up at Caleb as he unlatched the tray on her high chair, rescuing her from her humiliating fate. "Th-Thank you," she murmured, her heart beating a little faster as he stretched his hand out, offering it to her. Instinctively, she began to reach out, ready to take it, the thought of holding his hand for even a moment making her giddy...

Then she snapped out of it, seeing him spot the straps, so tight around her crotch, his hand moving towards them. "Let me get these," he offered. There was another dribble into the soggy diaper under her skirt, ensuring it would be that much worse for her if he did touch her there. Was it even possible for him to undo the strap without noticing her padding, or how squishy it was? The rest of the table had been happy to fill him in on the story she'd fed them, but she hadn't given them any alternative reason for why she'd be padded, much less that she would have used it; as far as she knew, Caleb's brothers had no idea, and she wasn't sure if she trusted Wynonna - or Nikki, at this point - not to tell the whole story.

And... She squirmed, gulping nervously, then blushing harder as the motion rubbed the tight strap against her diaper. There was another reason she wasn't so eager to get out of the high chair, even with Caleb there to give her a hand. She had no evidence that the medicinal aftertaste in her baby food was behind it, or that it was anything more than her imagination, yet she had to assume that was the case, that was what was causing the rapidly growing pressure in her tummy that had been worsening the whole time Caleb was talking to the table.

"Let me go get you some real food, at least," Caleb said.

The thought of eating anything else right now was almost too much for her. She had no doubt she would have done it, if Caleb hadn't come along and stopped Wynonna from spoon-feeding her. "Th-That's okay," she told him. "I-I'm really not..."

Caleb was already leaving, however. "I'll be back in a flash," he promised.

After that, Helena felt even more exposed, even more on display, sitting there, positive everyone at the tables around them had been watching, had heard her cover story coming from the rest of the table, were staring at her as inconspicuously as possible. It didn't help that she was sitting up so high, giving them a perfect opportunity to gawk, now that they knew she wasn't just some toddler who happened to look similar to the girl they'd seen Darcy berating during the rehearsal... And making her extremely glad for the longer skirt she'd worn, to hide her diaper a little better.

She peered down at the floor, telling herself it wasn't that far, that she could jump, or climb, down on her own... She probably could have, though it didn't seem like a good idea in the best of times, much less when she was desperate to keep her diaper hidden, and desperate to keep herself from using it further. The impact of her landing might make the latter more difficult, and either one could easily go wrong in a way that would make the former impossible, potentially without her realizing it.

Moving her eyes away from the ledge, she remembered her bib, untying it as her mind raced, wondering how she was going to get out of this seat. She wouldn't have wanted to go with any of the brothers, even before the teasing she'd heard among them about her, for the same reason she hadn't wanted Caleb to do it... And did she really trust Wynonna not to try something? That left only Nikki, who she also wasn't completely convinced was on her side. Surely after she'd seen how Caleb had reacted to all this, however, she wouldn't just leave Helena stranded... Right?

"Umm... Nikki?" she tried, in a meek, quiet voice, folding the bib in on itself, embarrassed at how messy it was, even though she hadn't been feeding herself, so it wasn't totally her fault, and draping it over the arm of the high chair. She attempted to undo the straps, too; whether it was how flustered all this was making her, or because they'd been designed to be difficult to undo for the person restrained in them, she couldn't manage them.

"What is it?" Nikki asked, her tone making it hard to tell what she was thinking. 

Helena paled slightly, worried the woman was annoyed at her for not telling the truth so she could fully accept her punishment, or whatever, but there was still no question that Nikki was the best - and only - person for the job at this table. "C-Could you... help me down?" 

Nikki arched an eyebrow. "Oh, now you want down?" Thankfully, Helena could tell she was teasing.

It was less fortunate that Helena felt another cramp then, reminding her that there was more than one reason she wanted down from this chair. "Please hurry," she begged pitifully, trying to communicate how desperate she was without having to admit anything to their other tablemates. 

"Come here," Nikki easily unbuckled the straps, making Helena's struggle appear all the more pathetic, then held her arms out. Confused, Helena embraced her, glad for the comfort, although not certain how that was going to help her until she felt one of Nikki's hands circle around her back, the other sliding beneath her bottom. "Soggy, aren't you?" Nikki whispered into her ear.

"Nikki!" Helena blushed, burying her head into the girl's shoulder, hoping she'd been quiet enough to keep anyone from overhearing that. Nikki chuckled, lifting her up out of the chair, over the arms, Helena feeling like a tiny baby in her arms, twisting, then setting her down on the floor. "Th-Thank you," she said awkwardly, definitely glad it hadn't been Caleb who had done that to her.

"You're welcome," Nikki told her.

"Now, umm... I-I'll be..." Helena wasn't sure if she really needed to announce her departure, probably wouldn't have if she'd been sitting quietly in a normal chair this whole time... After that big production, however, it seemed strange for her not to say anything before rushing out of the room, might give them the wrong idea, that something might have happened while she was in the high chair. Or, rather, it might give people the correct idea, which she did not want happening. "I-I'm just..."

"Here you go!" Caleb announced, taking her by surprise with his reappearance, much faster than she would have anticipated. He set the plate down on the table, smiling proudly. 

The food looked delicious, of course, and she'd been so very jealous of it, sitting there in her high chair, being forced to eat mush instead... Right now, though, she really didn't want to think about eating another bite. On the other hand, she didn't want to look rude, or ungrateful, didn't want to run away from Caleb the moment he returned...

"Th-Thank you," she smiled up at him. He smiled back, pulling out the chair he'd gotten for her, and, out of obligation, she made herself hop up onto it, wincing at the crinkling sound her backside made, trying to convince herself it was too quiet for him to notice. He pushed the chair in, standing behind her, watching, as her shaking hands reached for the fork, spearing a few green beans, stomach turning at the memory of the green mush she'd been fed as she put them into her mouth and began to chew.

"Y-Yummy," she made herself say. It was true, yet still difficult to voice when she was so desperate to stop eating. Caleb supervised a few more bites, each one seeming like it could be the one to overload her, to make her start filling her diaper right then and there, until Helena almost thought she was going to have to excuse herself right in front of him, before blessedly walking away.

She stayed quiet this time, not caring about what it might look like to everyone else at the table as she hopped down from the chair, waddling through the room, towards the bathroom, sweat beading on her forehead as she went. She could feel her bowels begging for relief, felt a few cramps, and a couple involuntary pushes that she was able to stop, though not before a sticky streak appeared in the back of her diaper, alerting her that she had definitely waited too long.

She burst through the door to the women's room, letting out a sigh when she saw nobody else was there, and another when she spotted the lock on the outer door. That was close... If somebody had been here, and the door was locked, she would have been absolutely screwed... She blushed bright red, imagining herself squirming frantically outside the bathroom door, begging whoever was inside to hurry up, to let her in... And then, them stepping out, finding her squatting there, pooping her Pampers in front of them...

It nearly became reality anyway in the split second her mind drifted, a soft rustle and the swelling of a bump in the seat of her pants snapping her back to attention. "No, stop!" she ordered herself. "I-I'm here!" She toddled to the nearest stall, pulling up her skirt, exposing the now rather saggy diaper around her waist as she bounced and nibbled her bottom lip, standing mere inches away from the toilet.

If she'd only kept moving, ripped the diaper off, climbed onto the toilet, she would have made it... But, instead, she hesitated, started to think, to ponder what she was going to do afterwards, especially if, in her hurry, she ripped the plastic on the diaper, wasn't able to get the tapes back on. She didn't want to keep wearing the diaper, certainly not in its current state, and yet, as nice as this bathroom was, she wasn't confident in her ability to get herself cleaned up properly enough that she she'd want to spend the rest of the night going commando under her dress... And Darcy had taped the diaper tightly enough to ensure there would be no wiggling it down and back up, definitely not in time...

And, as she weighed her options, one, final cramp came, and that was it. "No!" she whimpered, as her knees bent, and her diaper began to balloon around her as she squatted and filled her pants, right in front of the toilet. She couldn't help thinking about the first time she'd done this, how Darcy hadn't allowed her to use the potty, then told the other girls it had been a genuine accident, that Helena was so big of a baby that she couldn't wait until she got onto the toilet. 

Darcy wasn't here this time for her to blame it on, even if she was positive there had been something in the baby food to lead her to this point. She'd kept putting off going to the bathroom, had wanted to be polite, hadn't gotten right onto the toilet... She could have prevented it this time, and she hadn't.

She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a knock on the bathroom door, turning her head to see, in her hurry, she hadn't closed the stall door, that anyone who walked in could see her, skirt still hiked up, diaper clearly being messed, feeling a sense of panic rising in her until she recalled why they were knocking in the first place; the stall door was open, but the bathroom door was locked tight.

She couldn't make her mouth work to call out that the room was occupied, couldn't stand up, couldn't stop herself from continuing to poop her pants, so when she saw the door move, like it was being pushed, she felt another pang of dread. What if she hadn't turned the lock all the way? What if it was a worker who had a key, or a customer who could go get one? What would they do if they found her here? Would they assume she was a kid and drag her out, taking her around the restaurant until they found her 'parents'? Would they spank her for not making it to the potty in time when it was so close? She bit harder into her bottom lip, wondering why those possibilities were making her feel so warm between her legs, telling herself it must only be because of all her time in the high chair, squirming against the strap...

None of that happened, however - whether that was a good thing or not - and she was left alone to finish messing her diaper. She sighed, standing up, nose wrinkling as her diaper shifted, letting her skirt fall back down over it. What was she going to do now?! If she didn't think she could clean herself up enough in the bathroom before, it was definitely impossible now, especially when she knew somebody else, eventually, was going to want to come in here, and might not give up so easily. 

She had to go home... That was the only solution. She hated to bail so early on in the night, but the rehearsal itself was done, and that had been the important part of today's activities. She'd just sneak out to her car and drive home, and...

"Ohh, come on!" she whimpered, remembering that Darcy had driven her here. She couldn't face Darcy like this, not again, couldn't give her the satisfaction... But there was no way she was going to spend the rest of the night in a dirty diaper, sitting at a table with the groomsmen, who had all seen her in a high chair, being spoonfed baby food... They'd notice the smell at some point, and surely they'd start to put two and two together...

She'd left her purse in the party room, too, in her rush, so she couldn't even call anyone. "Dummy!" she glared at her reflection in the mirror. "Why didn't you at least grab that?!" What kind of idiot didn't think to do that?!

As much as she wanted to stay and berate herself further, the longer she stuck around, the more chance there would be for someone else to want to use the restroom, and for her to have to walk past them in her stinky diaper on her way out... It was already bad enough, slinking out of the bathroom, diaper squelching between her thighs, trudging back to the party room.

Everyone looked like they were having such a great time, she felt guilty asking any of them for a favor, making them miss any of this... But what else could she do? She watched the wedding party's table for a few moments, waiting for them to break out of their conversation, to notice her, before tugging at Nikki's sleeve like a little kid. "Umm... Nikki?"

She looked down at Helena, smiled. "Oh, hey," she said. "You're back! I was starting to get worried you might have..."

"C-Can you take me by Darcy's place?" she asked. "I-I'm sorry, but..."

Nikki tilted her head, confused... Then, Helena saw her nose twitch. "I see," she nodded. Helena squirmed nervously, knowing this was all in Nikki's hands, that she could just say no, and Helena would be stuck here, forced to socialize and sit in her dirty diaper for however long she wanted, trapped...

"Okay," she nodded. "Let's go."

"Wait, where are you going?" Helena swallowed a groan, her hands clutching her purse to her chest all the tighter at the sound of Caleb's voice, the last one she wanted to hear right now. "I'm really sorry about all that, Helena... Let me make it up to you! You didn't even finish your food!"

Helena's cheeks darkened, thinking about sitting there in her full diaper, finishing up the plate of food in front of Caleb, praying his nose wouldn't pick up on her stench, or recognize it from when his younger siblings had been in diapers... As much as she didn't want to seem rude, that instinct had already landed her here in the first place. 

"I-It's just been a long day," she told him apologetically. "I'll eat plenty tomorrow to make up for it!"

"I get it," he said. "You can at least let me give you a ride. I'm going to talk to Darcy about all this, and..."

As exciting as that offer was, getting some time alone with him, there was no way she was going to let herself be closed up in his car at the moment. "N-Nikki already said she didn't mind, so..."

"Yeah, I'm getting out of here, too. Thanks for the food, little bro. See you tomorrow!" Nikki, thankfully, was on her side again, at least for this, getting up and ushering her out of the restaurant, out to her car. "Didn't quite make it, huh?" she teased, once they were both seated and buckled in.

Helena blushed, looking out the passenger's side window bashfully. "I-I don't wanna talk about it," she mumbled.

Things didn't get much better for her that night, since, of course, she didn't have the keys to Darcy's place, so she couldn't go change, even into a new diaper. After her experience with the gas station last time, there was no way she was going to risk a repeat performance - and, if she didn't think she could get sufficiently clean in the restaurant's bathroom, she definitely wouldn't be able to do better at some random gas station - so she stayed in her mess the whole way home, and all the way through her apartment building until she got to hers, taking the stairs to avoid being trapped in the enclosed space of an elevator with one of her neighbors.

"It's almost over," she told herself as she got cleaned up. "One more day, and this will be over... I won't have to wear these dumb diapers ever again..."

She knew, obviously, that there would be no getting out of them for the next day. She hadn't dared look in Darcy's direction after she went back to the party room, afraid that, if their eyes met, the woman would somehow automatically know what she'd done in the bathroom... And that, if she realized that Helena was bailing early, she might do something to make her regret it. She couldn't imagine Darcy had been happy about it, though, even if she had been, she wasn't going to get her hopes up about her changing her mind when it came to keeping her in diapers through this whole wedding process, whether Caleb had talked to her like he'd said he would or not.

"There you are," Darcy, in sweats, hair up in curlers, spotted her as soon as she stepped into the church. "You're late. Do you think I don't have enough to do today?"

"I-I'm sorry!" Helena squeaked as she was grabbed by the arm. "T-Traffic was bad, and..."

Darcy slid the pacifier, the one from her bridal shower, declaring the wearer a 'Crybaby', into Helena's mouth, to quell any doubts the girl might have had about how this day might go. "Not here," she mumbled from behind the paci.

"Wherever and whenever I want," Darcy informed her. "Now, come on, Lena... We'd better get you dressed..."

The diaper came first, of course. Helena didn't love seeing that Darcy had brought the whole package with her, thinking that would mean Darcy planned on giving her lots of changes through the day, although hearing it was the opposite didn't make it any better. "It's a little sad, thinking this will be my last time getting to put you in a diaper," she said. "But I'm way too busy to deal with that... And there's no way I'm going to risk getting my dress dirty, so I'll just double you up, and hopefully it'll last through the reception. If not, you can take these," she patted the rest of the package, "up to whoever you want and see if they'll help you change. I-I mean, they're yours, after all, so I don't have any reason to keep them! You can think of them as my bridesmaid gift to you."

There was a lot for Helena to unpack in all that, but the most pressing was the second diaper Darcy was sliding out of the pack, after having taped the smaller girl into the first. "Please, no! I-I'll barely be able to walk!"

"Aww," Darcy mocked. "But they'll look so cute under your flower girl dress!"

Helena's stomach churned; she'd almost forgotten about that dress. It would already have been practically impossible for her to hide her diaper under that thing... If she was in two diapers? "D-Didn't Caleb talk to you about...?" she whimpered, half-heartedly trying to wiggle away, Darcy easily grabbing her ankles, lifting her back up to slide the next diaper into place.

"You don't get it, do you?" Darcy dropped her onto the waiting diaper. "It doesn't matter what Caleb says, this is my wedding, and it's going to go exactly how I want it to!" She pulled the diaper up between Helena's legs, pressing down tight on her stomach, bending over her and glaring down at her. "If I wanted to put that entire pack of diapers on you at once and make you crawl down the aisle, that's what you're going to do, you little brat!"

Helena went silent, unconsciously sucking on her pacifier, not wanting to risk finding out if that was a bluff or not. She had a feeling it wasn't, one that was strengthened when there was a knock on the dressing room door, and Darcy didn't even ask who it was before yelling for them to come in.

"Special delivery!" Wynonna grinned, sweeping in with an armful of dresses, hanging them up. 

"Took you long enough," Darcy huffed. "I was starting to get worried."

"Oh, you know, traffic," Wynonna ignored her bad mood, starting to unzip the protective bags around the dresses. Helena shivered, seeing the flower girl dress again. It might have looked a tiny bit bigger than she remembered, but now that she was in two diapers, that hardly mattered. Everyone was going to see her padding... There was no question about it.

"Look at that!" Darcy gushed, fastening the final tape and getting to her feet. "That's going to look so adorable! It is so perfect... I can hardly wait to see it! Now, which one of these is mine? I need to start getting myself ready, so you can get the baby into this."

Wynonna smiled. "Oh, that's exactly what I plan on doing," she said. "It is perfect, isn't it?"

"Yeah..." Darcy's forehead wrinkled, wondering why Wynonna had wanted a confirmation on that, and even more when her friend didn't move from that spot. "Great," she nodded. "You do that, but which of these other ones is mine?"

"What do you mean?" Wynonna smirked, fluffing the skirt of the flower girl dress. "This one is yours, Darcy. And that was such a good idea, doubling up on diapers... We'll have to do that for you, too, before we get you into it. Why don't you lie down? I bet you need a change by now anyway."