Judith had never tried on this particular wedding dress.  And she had tried on a lot, even trying to spread out her visits to the wedding dress shop, lest she arouse suspicion that she had no plans to get married in the foreseeable future.  A girl was allowed to dream though. 

 

She felt a twinge in her bladder as she stripped down to her bra and panties.  It would have to wait.  She had done this enough to get the dress on by herself with practiced ease, only needing Carly, the shop's attendant, to finish zipping her in.

 

"You look gorgeous," Carly said as she looked over Judith's shoulder into the mirror.

 

Judith beamed, swiveling her body, admiring the way it flowed.  The dress had full-length sleeves, and showed just a hint of her cleavage above the lacy, embroidered bust.

 

This wasn't the first wedding dress she'd fallen in love with, but it was the first that she was quite sure she might not be able to live without.

 

That of course, was a bit out of her reach.  She hadn’t even seen the price tag, but she was sure she couldn’t afford it, not that she even had a wedding to wear it to.  But it was so beautiful, if only she could just wear it a little longer.

 

“Is everything alright?” Carly asked, noticing Judith squirming slightly.  She had to pee, but that would mean taking off the dress.  Putting it back on would lead Carly, who at the moment was content to let her try on dresses while she went about her job, to ask her questions about the wedding, payment options, and a whole road Judith didn’t want to go down.  She just wanted to keep the dress on a little longer.

 

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”  Even as the words left Judith’s mouth, she realized everything was not fine.  She clamped her legs together, but it was too late.  A hot stream of urine spurted into her panties, and once she had lost control, it was impossible to get it back.  She clapped her hands in between her legs, as if that would somehow help, and Carly watched, wide eyed and open mouthed in shock as Judith pissed herself in the elegant wedding dress.

 

“What have you done?” Carly practically screamed.

 

“I’m sorry,” Judith stammered, urine still trickling down her legs and onto the floor.

 

“You’re sorry?” she asked incredulously.  “You’ve just ruined that dress!  Do you have any idea how much that dress costs?”

 

She didn’t, not exactly, but she knew it was a lot.  “It was an accident,” she offered.

 

“An accident?  Children have accidents.  I’m going to have to call the store manager.”

 

“Please, no you, don’t have to do that, I can pay to have it cleaned.”  Judith’s protests fell on deaf ears as Carly went over to the office doors and called inside for her boss.

 

The store manager appeared a moment later.  “What’s the matter, Carly?”

 

“Mr. Hamilton, she, she, she peed in the dress!” Carly shouted, pointing at Judith, who was standing there sheepishly, eyes downcast.

 

“Is this true?” Mr. Hamilton asked.

 

Judith’s first reaction was to deny it, but Carly’s accusation was very easy to prove, and denying would just make her a liar as well the girl who just peed in an expensive wedding dress.  She settled on, “It was an accident,” again, hoping it would garner more sympathy from Mr. Hamilton than it had his employee.

 

Judith blushed as Mr. Hamilton walked briskly over to her and lifted up her skirt, surveying the damage.  “You have no choice but to buy it now, Miss Judith.  I’m sorry but our store has a very strict ‘you break it, you buy it’ policy.”

 

“Maybe I could just have it cleaned?” she offered.

 

“When women come in to try on and buy our dresses, they have the reasonable expectation that our clothing has not been soiled, whether it’s been cleaned afterwards or not.  This isn’t the thrift store.”

 

“But I can’t afford this dress,” Judith pleaded.

 

“Then we’ll establish a payment plan.”  Mr. Hamilton grabbed up her purse and pulled out her wallet.  “Make sure she doesn’t try and run off,” he instructed Carly, and disappeared into the back with her wallet and credit cards.

 

Carly stood in front of her with her arms crossed across her chest, glaring at Judith.  At first Judith resented the inclination that she might try to flee like some criminal, but the more she thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her.  Not that she would, but standing under guard in a soiled wedding dress she couldn’t afford while the manager was looking for a way to see to it that she was paying for it for years, she wanted to be anywhere but there.

 

“It seems you were right, Miss Judith.  You can’t afford this wedding dress,” Mr. Hamilton said as he returned.

 

“Does that mean I can go?” that possibility was too good to be true, but she had to at least ask.

 

“Oh, I’m afraid not.  Carly, it’s time for plan B.”

 

Judith had barely opened her mouth to ask what plan B was when Carly snatched up a napkin from the snack tray and stuffed it into Judith’s mouth. 

 

“Mmmmmgh,” she tried to cry out as Carly clamped her hand over her mouth and spun her around, wrangling up her arms and holding them down to her sides while Mr. Hamilton retrieved some rope from the back office.

 

“Quit struggling,” Carly hissed, tightening her grip. 

 

“Let’s get her into the dressing room in case someone comes in.”  Mr. Hamilton grabbed her legs while Carly picked her up from behind, and they carried her in the dressing room, closing the door behind them.  Carly set her on the floor, hand still held firmly over her mouth, and Mr. Hamilton began tying her up.  Her bound her wrists together in front of her, and then proceeded to wrap the wrap around her waist and above and below her breasts, pinning her bound arms down.

 

Carly noticed a long silk glove that had been forgotten and left under chair in the dressing room.  She grabbed it, releasing for a moment Judith’s mouth.  As Judith opened her mouth to spit out the napkin, Carly yanked the glove between her teeth and pulled it tight, cleave gagging her as she tied it off tightly behind her head over her hair.

 

“I’ll be right back,” Mr. Hamilton excused himself.

 

Carly pressed Judith onto her back, easily avoiding Judith’s legs as she kicked about and struggled, whining into her gag.

 

“Oh pipe down.  You come in here every few weeks to try on wedding dresses, even though we both know you have no fiancé and aren’t getting married.  You’re not the first girl to come in for that, and we allow you to pretend, but then you go and ruin a perfectly good dress because you can’t be bothered to go to the bathroom like an adult.  And you can’t even pay for the dress.  But we’ll get our money, and maybe you might get a husband.  Or at least an owner.”

 

Judith stopped struggling, frozen as she realized their plans for her. She was going to be sold to pay for the dress.  Her first thought was whether she’d get to keep the dress, but she pushed the idea away.  This wasn’t one of her fantasies, she was actually being kidnapped and sold.

 

The door opened and Mr. Hamilton slipped back into the dressing room, holding something.  Judith’s eyes widened as she stared at the white object in his hand.  It couldn’t be.

 

“We’re going to have to keep her here until we close the shop,” Mr. Hamilton said, handing the object to Carly.  “We don’t need her making more of a mess.”  He grabbed her legs and lifted them up, spreading them apart.  Carly began pushing up Judith's skirt, bunching it around her waist, and for a moment Carly was hidden behind the billowy white fabric. 

 

Judith protested into her gag as she felt Carly grab her wet panties, pulling them down her legs and off. 

 

Judith couldn’t believe it.  They were actually going to put her in a diaper!  She shifted, craning her neck so she could see over her skirt as Carly slid the adult diaper under her butt.

 

“Oh my god,” Carly said, taping the juvenile garment into place on her captive.

 

“What?” Mr. Hamilton asked.

 

“I think she’s enjoying this.”

 

Judith’s cheeks turned scarlet over her gag, and she shook her head.

 

“Oh yes you are,” Carly said, patting the crotch of the diaper.  “She was about to cream her diapers before I even finished putting them on her,” Carly said to Mr. Hamilton.

 

Mr. Hamilton shook his head.  “Just make sure she stays put and quiet, and then clean up her little mess outside. 

 

Carly turned her attention back to her prisoner, pulling her dress back down over her diaper.  “Is that why you wet yourself, hmm?  You wanted me to put you into a diaper under your wedding dress, didn’t you?”  Judith fidgeted, protesting into her gag weakly, but the blush on her cheeks and her very hard nipples poking into her dress told a very different story.  “Well, maybe you’ll make your new owner very happy with his little diaper bride.”

 

Judith almost feinted, cooing in pleasure.  She shouldn’t be enjoying this, even as her deepest fantasies were becoming a reality.

 

Carly started tying up her ankles, trapping the billowing dress against her legs as she cocooned her in ropes up to her thighs.  “That ought to keep you out of the way.  Now to make sure you stay nice and quiet.”

 

Judith looked up at her, mmphing questioningly.  She was already gagged!  Carly didn’t seem satisfied, however.  She stepped out of the dressing room and returned a moment later with a handful of cloth.  She hooked her finger under the glove gagging Judith and pulled it from between her teeth and pulled it down around her neck.  She held up a pair of lacy white bridal panties.  “I think you’re pretty happy with the diaper, but in case you change your mind, I’ll send you off with a pair of panties to go with the dress, free of charge.”  Carly crammed the panties into Judith’s mouth, forcing the napkin even deeper and stuffing her mouth until her cheeks bulged.  She then pulled the silk glove cleave gag back up between her lips.  Judith moaned, significantly more muffled, but Carly wasn’t done with her yet.  She took a thick white cloth and pulled it tightly over Judith’s mouth.  She then produced an even thicker cloth, tying this one over Judith’s mouth and nose.

 

“Be a dear and tell me if that’s working?” Carly asked with a smile.  Judith obliged, her muffled whimper barely audible in the dressing room.  There was no way she would be heard from outside.  “Not that I think you’ll try to call for help.  I think you’re quite happy right where you are.”

 

Judith was incapable of arguing as Carly put a veil on her, covering her face and completing the ensemble.

 

“You stay put, I have to go clean up your mess and make sure all the arrangements are made to get rid of you.”  Carly winked and blew her a kiss, locking the dressing room door before leaving and putting up an out of order sign on the outside.

 

Judith squirmed against her bonds, rolling around and testing her gag.  She wondered if she actually truly wanted to escape, or if she was content to be sold as a diaper bride.  The very phrase made her shiver in excitement.

 

Whether she wanted to or not, escape was out of her reach.  Carly and Mr. Hamilton knew their knots, and she wasn’t getting free on her own any time soon.  Periodically, she could hear the voices of Carly and customers that came into the shop.  A bride-to-be and her friends even tried on wedding and bridesmaid dresses in the dressing room next to hers, laughing and giggling and carrying on, blissfully unaware that in the room over Judith was tightly bound and gagged.

 

If only she could get their attention.  They could save her.  Or maybe they’d see her for what she really was.  Carly would happily show off her soiled dress and her diapers, and explain.  She would tell Judith to wet her diapers, to show them just how much she needed them, and she would do it.  The gaggle of girls would understand why she’d needed to be tied up and sold, pointing and teasing the helpless diaper bride.  There would be no rescue for her.

 

Judith squirmed, rubbing her thighs together with the thick diaper between them as she let go and filled them, sighing in pleasure as she was lost in her fantasy. 

 

Finally, after what seemed like both way too long and not long enough to the captive girl, the dressing room door was unlocked and Carly and Mr. Hamilton returned.

 

“See, she was quiet as a mouse,” Carly said, crouching over the damsel.  Are you about ready to go?”

 

Judith growled into her gag, snapping out of her daze.  This wasn’t a fantasy; she was actually being kidnapped, taken away from her life forever.

 

Mr. Hamilton untied her legs, and she once again had her dress unceremoniously hiked up above her hips, giving her captors access to her diaper.

 

“She’s wet,” Mr. Hamilton stated, a hint of disgust in his voice. 

 

Carly knelt between her legs, holding another diaper.  “You know, I was going to change your diaper, but since you seem to be enjoying this so much, maybe I’ll just put this one on over top to keep you from leaking.  Would you like that?”

 

Judith’s emotions betrayed her, and she nodded.  If she was going to be kidnapped and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it, she might as well enjoy it.

 

Carly taped a fresh diaper over top of her current one, and then added two more for good measure, leaving Judith thickly padded and very content as Carly pulled her dress back down and tied her legs back up.

 

Her abductors picked her up again and carried her out of the dressing room, through the back of the store and out back.  Mr. Hamilton stood her up next to a black town car, and Carly ducked back into the shop to lock up.  Mr. Hamilton was opening the back door when his phone began to ring.  Stepping away, he answered it. 

 

“Hello...  Yes, I’m leaving with her now...  I’m not asking for too much.  The dress she’s in is very expensive.  And she should fetch a fair price herself.  She’s, shall we say, very into it.”

 

He paced as he talked, and when his back was turned, Judith saw her opportunity.  She began hopping away, making short jumps to keep from tripping over her dress.  She made it to the edge of the parking lot before Mr. Hamilton noticed her.

 

“Hey, where do you think you’re going!” he called, dropping the phone and chasing after her.  She hopped faster, her feet squelching in the wet grass and mud.  Mr. Hamilton was almost upon her.  She tried to jump faster, but her train was getting heavy as it got wet and muddy, and she lost her balance, toppling forward.  It had rained recently, and the ground was a mud pit, one in which she fell face first into. 

 

Mr. Hamilton was on top of her in an instant, too late to protect her or the dress from being covered in mud.  “Ugh, absolutely ruined,” he said in disgust as he hauled her out of the mud, seeing the state of her dress. 

 

Judith was practically squealing.  The muddy veil over her face kept him from seeing that she was beaming under her gag.  She may not have escaped, but this just might be better, she thought to herself as he carried her back to the car.  Carly was waiting in front of the open trunk.

 

Mr. Hamilton deposited her in the trunk.  The last thing she heard before he shut the lid and locked her in darkness was Carly saying.  “You are one dirty, diaper bride."