The Wedding - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Marcy used to love weddings, had always found them so sweet, so beautiful... It was a different experience, down there on the floor, trying to keep an eye on her sisters, worried about what they were going to do with the Amazons distracted, while also doing her best to be a good girl and get some coloring done that she could show off.

The latter was difficult when, after she picked a crayon, Mari snatched it out of her hand. "Hey!" she squeaked, grabbing for it.

"Would you three be quiet?" Mommy hissed at them. "If you can't keep it down, you're getting your pacifiers."

"B-But Mommy..." Marcy tried to explain.

"She's trying to take my crayon!" Mari cut her off, stealing her complaint.

"No, it's mine!" Marcy insisted.

"Girls," Daddy interrupted, shutting the two of them up before they could get into more of an argument, "this is why you each have your own box of crayons. Now, I suggest you each use your own, or I'm going to have to spank you right in the middle of the ceremony, and nobody wants that."

Marcy gulped, nodded meekly. She definitely didn't, nor did she doubt that he would do it. "Y-Yes, Daddy," she told him, ducking her head, returning to her task, only to discover that, while she and Mari had been talking to Daddy, Maxie had switched their crayon boxes, leaving her stuck with the other girl's broken, dull ones.

She gritted her teeth, but forced herself to stay silent, digging through the crime scene of Maxie's crayon box, which looked very much like it had belonged to an actual toddler who didn't know how to take care of their belongings. She shot Maxie a dirty look, groaning as the girl smugly snapped one of her crayons in half while she watched.

"You little brat," she fumed. "I'm gonna..." She didn't have a chance to finish, a swat landing on the seat of her Pull-Ups, hard enough to bring tears to her eyes already, showing her that Daddy had not been joking. "S-Sorry, Daddy!" she said quietly, turning back towards him.

"I think they're probably just cranky because they need something to drink," Mommy decided. "At least, that better be what their problem is." She reached into their diaper bag, producing a pair of bottles, setting them in front of Mari and Maxie, giving Marcy a sippy cup.

"Thank you, Mommy," Marcy chirped up obediently, earning a pat on the head.

"You're welcome. Now, all of you be quiet and play nicely. This is your last warning." She sat back up, Marcy more than ready to obey.

Her sisters, on the other hand, barely seemed to have noticed. "How come you get a sippy?" Maxie demanded, grabbing for Marcy's cup. Marcy bit her tongue, not wanting to get in trouble for making a fuss, scooting away as quickly as she could, accidentally bumping straight into Daddy's leg. She flinched, expecting him to be angry at her; fortunately, when he looked down to see what they were up to, Maxie didn't have time to react, to sit down and lower her hands.

In a flash, Maxie was whisked up off of the floor, squealing in fright, which only prompted Mommy to pluck a pacifier from the diaper bag, slipping it into her mouth, giving it a twist to expand it, silencing her instantly before Daddy laid her out over his lap. Maxie let out a muffled shriek from behind her paci, legs kicking helplessly as Daddy began to spank her, the sound of his hand impacting the back of her diaper echoing through the room. No matter how mean Maxie had been, Marcy couldn't help feeling sorry for her, seeing, even from her low vantage point on the floor, other people in their row turning to see what was going on, certain that the same was happening all around them, that Maxie had become the center of attention for a moment.

"You are really in trouble when we get to the hotel, young lady," he said when he was satisfied, plopping the sniffling girl back onto the floor.

"That's what you get," Marcy told her, not sympathetic enough to her plight to not gloat that she'd finally gotten her comeuppance. "If you'd kept your hands to yourself, maybe..."

To her surprise, something was pushed into her mouth, her eyes widening as her speech was cut off. She tilted her head upwards just as she heard a familiar hiss, stomach lurching as she felt the pacifier swelling up, pinning her tongue against the bottom of her mouth. "I asked you to be quiet," Mommy reminded her. "That goes for all three of you." Mari giggled, pointing at Marcy, but stopped as soon as Mommy turned her glare in her direction. "Do you want yours, too?"

Mari shook her head, while Marcy sulked, wiggling in place, just waiting and watching Daddy, wondering if she was about to be spanked, too. Thankfully, he didn't pick her up, but by the time she was sure he wasn't going to, Maxie had picked up her sippy cup, was unscrewing the lid, something they couldn't even try to do with their bottles. Marcy opened her mouth to call for Mommy, to show her what the other two girls were doing; with the paci, she realized, she couldn't, as Mari quickly grabbed her, turning her around, whispering in her ear, "This is what YOU get for thinking you're better than us, you little suck-up."

Marcy struggled uselessly as she felt the back of her tights and Pull-Ups being tugged back, as the contents of her sippy cup were dumped inside, the grab turning rapidly into a hug once it was done, as Marcy squirmed and squealed into her pacifier. "That's much better, girls," Mommy complimented them. "I knew you could play nicely."

Marcy whimpered, pawing at her training panties, feeling how squishy they were now, knowing she was going to be in big trouble when she was checked next. 

That, unfortunately, happened sooner than she expected, once the ceremony was over. As Mommy and Daddy gathered up their things, repacking their diaper bag, a pair of shadows fell over the trio of littles. Marcy looked up, nursing her paci nervously at the sight of a pair of Amazon women grinning down at them.

"There you are!" Mommy exclaimed when she saw them. "I looked for you beforehand, but with these three..."

"Oh, I understand," one of the women chuckled. "They look like handfuls."

"That they are," Mommy rolled her eyes. "Girls, these are your Aunties, Virginia and Jillian. Say hi!" Marcy waved obediently, fidgeting as she felt both of the women's attention turn towards her.

"This must be Marcy," Virginia declared, kneeling down in front of her. "Your 'big' girl." Marcy blushed, practically able to hear the quotation marks around big in the woman's mocking tone. "Your Mommy has told me all about you, cutie."

"She doesn't look so big to me," Jillian smirked. "She's soaked."

Marcy froze. How had she been able to tell?! She tugged at the hem of her dress, wondering if it was that obvious, even through her tights. Clearly it wasn't, though, as Mommy stood up for her, saying, "No, she always does a good job of asking to be taken to the potty, and..." She stopped mid-sentence, after reaching down, giving Marcy's trainers a squeeze. "Marcy!" she scolded. 

Marcy groaned, pointing up to her paci, wanting it to be removed so she could explain. "No!" Mommy wagged a finger at her, misinterpreting the gesture. "If you needed to go this badly, you could have pulled on my dress or something, let me know... You're almost leaking!"

The other girls were gloating silently to one another while Marcy pouted as she was marched out to their car, then, after a short ride, into the hotel they were staying at. The fact that she hadn't been changed there did not bode well, and, indeed, when they got up to the room, she was shepherded into the playpen the hotel had set up in the corner of the room along with the other two girls, unable to see exactly what was going on as Mommy and Daddy prepared the oversized changing table for them.

Mari was taken out first, changed into a dry diaper, then put back into the playpen in a yellow onesie and Velcro sneakers. Marcy and Maxie were both let out at the same time, Maxie going with Daddy, Marcy with Mommy, the pair stripped down to their diaper and Pull-Up respectively before their pacifiers were deflated.

"I-I'm sorry, Mommy!" Marcy blurted out as soon as she could, desperate to tell her what had happened, but aware that it was more important to apologize first, to show how repentant she was. 

"I'm sure you are, sweetie," Mommy told her, "but I'm still very disappointed in your behavior, young lady. You were supposed to be setting an example for your sisters, and you were just as disruptive as they were."

"Th-They...!" Marcy whined, wincing as she heard the word leave her mouth, knowing that had been the wrong way to start, having it confirmed as she was taken over her Mommy's lap, looking across the room to see the same thing happening to Maxie. At the very least, she thought as she felt her Pull-Ups being slid down, it was Mommy doing the spanking, not Daddy... Her relief was short-lived, however, when Mommy picked up the hairbrush.

"I-I'm sorry!" she squealed frantically, feet kicking. "Pl-Please, Mommy, I...!" The hairbrush thwacked down hard across her bare bottom, her words instantly drowned out with a howl of pain. Already, she was sure she could feel her backside swelling, turning pink... And her spanking had barely even begun.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd been spanked, but as she laid across her Mommy's knees, bawling, she remembered exactly why she had become such a good girl for her Mommy and Daddy, why she did anything she could to avoid it. It was such a potent reminder of how tiny she was, how helpless... That was almost worse than the soreness in her rear, or the redness that was bound to stick around for a few days, though it was a close contest.

Mommy did cuddle her for a minute or two afterwards, helping her to calm down. Marcy was a little embarrassed to hear how much longer Maxie's spanking was going on, how much sooner she'd demonstrated that she'd had as much as she could take, but she had to remind herself that she'd had the hairbrush used on her, and that Maxie was far more used to being spanked than her at this point.

Finally, Mommy picked her up, carrying her over to the changing table, where Marcy was mortified to see a pair of diapers laid out, waiting. One of them was thinner, at least, the kind of diapers she'd had to wear before earning her way into Pull-Ups, but seeing that instead of her trainers still upset her, along with the fact that Mommy had brought along any diapers for her at all.

"M-Mommy, no!" she whimpered, squirming in the Amazon's arms. "I-I don't need diapers!"

"What was that, young lady?" Mommy demanded. Marcy gasped, recognizing her mistake instantly. If she hadn't been so off-balance from her spanking, it never would have happened, she never would have said a word about it, would have accepted them graciously like a good girl, even if she knew that meant she was going to have to go off to the daycare with her sisters tonight instead of the reception. Mommy had already told her that only big girls who weren't in diapers were allowed there, and she doubted that the thickness of her diapers would matter when it came to that.

"I-I didn't mean it, Mommy!" she shook her head desperately. "I-I'm sorry! I-I meant..."

But Mommy was already sliding the thin diaper to the side, pulling out another one of the thicker kind Maxie and Mari wore. "M-Mommy, please!" Marcy begged. "I-I know I need my diapers! I-I wasn't thinking!"

Mommy set her down on the more bulky diaper, as Daddy carried Maxie over, putting her down on hers beside Marcy. Even through Maxie's tears, Marcy was certain she could see the other girl gloating as she saw Marcy being diapered, the two of them powdered and lotioned up in tandem, their diapers taped snugly into place. Afterwards, however, Maxie was snapped into a purple onesie and she was returned to the playpen with Mari.

Marcy, on the other hand, still in just her diaper for now, waddling as she tried to get used to how huge it was, compared to even her usual nighttime diaper, was taken back to the chair where she'd had her spanking, lifted back into Mommy's lap while the Amazon reached into the hotel's mini-fridge for one of the bottles she had prepared, waiting, just in case. 

"M-Mommy..." Marcy tried one more time, staring up at her with watery eyes, only to be cut off as the bottle's nipple was slid into her mouth. She knew immediately that this was one of Mommy's special bottles, a mix of her breastmilk, laxatives, fiber, everything needed to ensure the drinker would be filling the diapers they'd insisted they didn't need in no time. Considering the enemas they'd been given earlier so they wouldn't mess during the ceremony, she had no doubt, after this, that she'd be the first of the three of them to poop her pants in daycare, a fact the other two were definitely not going to let her forget anytime soon.

She was feeling quite full and bloated by the time she'd guzzled down the whole bottle, which made her a little worried when Mommy began to put her back into her tights and dress and Mary Janes, unlike her sisters. She wasn't going to make her go to the reception anyway, would she?! Not like this, in diapers she was going to be filling in the very near future!

"Your Aunties are going to be very disappointed," Mommy told her. "They were looking forward to getting to know you a little better... But you don't deserve to go to the reception after your behavior today, do you?"

Marcy shook her head, barely holding in a sigh of relief. "No, Mommy," she said. "I don't."

"I'm glad you understand that you brought this on yourself," Mommy adjusted her skirt. "Now, I know your sisters wouldn't be able to do it, which is why I put them in their onesie, but I expect you to at least still be mature enough to keep from ruining your nice outfit while you're playing tonight, all right?"

"I-I'll try, Mommy..." Marcy gulped, wishing the woman hadn't said it so loudly, positive Mari and Maxie had overheard what Mommy had asked her to do. 

"You'd better do more than try," Mommy warned, giving Marcy a pat on her sore backside, making her flinch. "The only mess I want to hear about you making is in your diaper, young lady."