"I don't know," Sierra pouted, staring at the sketch Rosie had just showed her, sliding it closer to herself and sighing. "It doesn't have that special something, you know?"

Rosie forced a smile, nodding as she said, "I do. But we are running out of time, you know. Is there an earlier one you like better?"

The other girl squirmed in her seat, giving a big shrug. "Not really. Can you just do one more?"

Rosie's smile faded briefly, before she could stop herself. "I can, but I don't know if I'll have time for you to approve it, and for me to make it, before the pageant."

"I trust you," Sierra told her. "Just get a new design together, and make it, and I'm sure it'll be great!"

Rosie would have liked to point out that, if the girl did trust her, they wouldn't be here now, with the pageant only days away, with her having not even started on a dress yet. It had been a little funny, having the girl show up out of nowhere, asking her to do this in the first place. With her short stature and blonde hair with an ever-present bow in it, it was hard not to think of her as the Sierra she drew sometimes, that silly little witch character who always seemed to wind up in diapers, even before the girl had told her that was, indeed her name. She seemed about as indecisive as Rosie would have expected Sierra to be, too, which was much less funny.

Sierra had already paid her, however, and Rosie had already spent that money. She usually tried to be more responsible and keep the money she made from these sorts of things set aside until the job was finished, but she'd just happened to find a big Lego set she'd been waiting to come into stock for a while, and on sale. She couldn't resist, and now, unless she paid the girl back out of her own pocket, she was stuck with her.

The whole thing had been a little odd, since she had never exactly advertised her services. She'd done some sketches of outfits that she'd shown to some people at work, and sewn some stuff, but it wasn't what she usually did. Sierra claimed to know one of her co-workers, and had been talking to them about entering the pageant when they'd told her about Rosie.

It was surprising, but she also felt very honored that she'd been thought of. This was Sierra's first pageant, and she wanted to make a splash, so she wanted something fresh, something new, something that would make her stand out. Buying a dress off the rack wouldn't do! She needed to have someone make her one, and she'd decided, for whatever reason, that Rosie was the person to do it.

And then, whenever Rosie actually tried to do that, it wasn't what Sierra wanted. She knew, in reality, it couldn't have been more than four, perhaps five, but she felt like she'd drawn dozens of designs for the girl, and she hadn't liked any of them. She never had anything useful to say about why she didn't, either, to help Rosie figure out what she should change the next time around.

She sighed, watching the girl leave. What was she going to do?! Should she go with one of her old designs, and see if Sierra even noticed it was something she'd rejected, or should she try something new, and hope it was exactly what Sierra wanted, despite having received no guidance from her whatsoever?

She pulled out her sketchbook, starting to draw. She wasn't necessarily trying to work on the dress, just to clear her mind, but, without realizing it, she found herself sketching out Sierra, the version she'd drawn before this one had shown up. She'd used to sketch her all the time, though, since the real one had come around, she hadn't had much time. She also didn't want to accidentally draw something like she'd used to, and have the real Sierra see it.

It was so much easier working like this, however, with a Sierra who stayed still and quiet on the page, pouting there in her diaper, with a nice, big pacifier in her mouth. There were plenty of times she'd wished she could shove one of those into this new Sierra's mouth, but drawing one was a decent enough substitute.

Before she knew it, she'd designed a whole outfit, dripping in lace and ribbons and bows, from booties to bonnet, with a cutesie dress just short enough to leave the crotch of the girl's diaper exposed at all times, with more of it to be shown at the smallest movement, if she were anything more than a drawing. She even gave the girl some matching, padded mittens, to keep her out of trouble. It was a great picture, and looking at it made her smile all the more for having a real life model to base it off of, but, unfortunately, it didn't really help her with her predicament.

Or did it? She stared at it, nibbling on her bottom lip, an idea percolating in her brain. She didn't want to say she'd taken advantage of the real Sierra, and for the amount of work she'd wound up doing, she really hadn't, but the girl had no idea what she was doing. When she'd asked Rosie how much she'd charge, Rosie had thrown out the first number that had come to mind, and Sierra had accepted it without a second thought, even though it really should have been way too high.

She didn't seem to know that much about pageants, either. Whenever Rosie asked her how she was preparing, she'd give a little shrug. When Rosie asked what her talent was, she said she'd think of it later. When Rosie had pointed out that she needed other outfits, too, beyond the dress she was making, the girl had seemed genuinely shocked.

She knew it was wrong, that she should try to do what she'd been paid to do, but once the idea had entered her head, it was hard to get rid of it. It wasn't like she was actually a seamstress anyway, she thought. She didn't have a reputation as one she needed to uphold, and, even if she did, this would definitely be memorable, if nothing else.

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"Are you sure about this?" Sierra looked at the dress on the hanger. "This looks awfully short."

"Well," Rosie explained, "that's the point. You need to play up the cute angle." Sierra blushed, glancing down at herself, confirming that, indeed, she didn't have much of a figure to rely on. "We're going to emphasize that, a lot," Rosie promised her. "You're going to be the most adorable girl out there, and nobody will be able to resist you."

"If you think that'll work," Sierra shrugged.

"It will," Rosie said, reaching down to help the girl start undressing herself. "We don't have all day," she told her, which was true. Sierra had, unsurprisingly, been running late, and they didn't have long until she needed to be out on stage. "Here, we can get rid of this, I have something better," she said as she unhooked Sierra's bra, tossing it aside.

She'd made one of those, too, which matched the rest of the outfit. It was yellow and pink, with a big bow in the middle, and looked more like a training bra than a real one. "This can double as part of your swimsuit."

"Oh, my swimsuit!" Sierra's eyes widened. "I forgot about that!"

Rosie smiled. "That's all right, I have it under control. Don't worry. Step into this." She helped the girl into a nice, poofy petticoat, then slipped the dress over her head, adjusting the skirt with a nod. "Perfect!"

Sierra turned to look at herself in the mirror, only to pale at the reflection. "No, it isn't!" she squealed, tugging at the hem of her skirt. "Everyone can see my panties!"

"That's right," Rosie nodded. "That's on purpose, Sierra. You see, you can't win a beauty pageant on looks alone. You really need to stand out in some way, make the judges remember you. And the way you're going to do that is with these."

She reached into her bag, pulling out a large, pink diaper, complete with a print of kittens playing on the front. Sierra's face quickly turned the same color as she looked at it, inching backwards away from it, like it was going to attack her. "Wh-What is that?!"

"This is your ticket to winning," Rosie told her. "You're going to tell everyone about how you decided to enter this contest despite your little disability, and that, rather than trying to hide it, you're embracing it!"

Sierra tried weakly to stop Rosie as she slid her panties off and spread the diaper out on the counter, pushing her down onto it. Rosie smiled, hearing the garment crinkle beneath the girl, imagining how it must feel, having all that padding there beneath her bottom. "I-I don't know about this, Rosie," she whimpered.

"You don't know about anything," Rosie told her, grabbing the girl's discarded panties and, in a stroke of inspiration, shoving them into Sierra's whining mouth. "You're just a big, dumb baby." She watched the girl's eyes widen even further as she reached up to pull them out, only for Rosie to catch her hands, tying them into their mittens. "Shh, it's okay. Rosie will take care of everything," she cooed, sprinkling plenty of baby powder onto Sierra's crotch, making sure she smelled the part. She took a huge amount of joy, slowly pulling the diaper up between the girl's legs, watching her thighs sliding apart to accommodate the massive padding. She'd gone for the biggest, thickest diapers she could find online, and they were every bit as huge as she'd hoped.

The white tights, with the pink ruffles across the seat, barely fit over the diaper, but, with some coaxing, they slid into place. Rosie tugged the booties into place as well, before helping Sierra to her feet, watching her struggling to keep standing in the slick booties. "It's all right," Rosie said, giving the still very exposed diaper a pat, "You can crawl if you need to."

Sierra obediently got down on her hands and knees, staring up, watery-eyed, at Rosie as the seamstress tied the bonnet into place. "Perfect," she smiled. "Oh, and let me show you the rest of your swimsuit, too, while I'm at it."

It was another diaper, but this one Rosie had sewn herself, adding in layer after layer of cloth until it was even thicker than the disposable diaper Sierra had on, inside a layer of plastic, with ruffles around the legholes and waistband, and, like on her tights, across the seat. She'd based it off an actual swim diaper pattern, so, in theory, it would work, although she doubted Sierra would be doing much swimming that night. It was pink and yellow, like the rest of the outfit.

"Isn't it precious?" Rosie smiled. "You are going to look adorable! Honestly, I think this might be enough right here, don't you? You could probably go without the top. You don't really need it, do you?"

Rosie paused for a moment, watching Sierra squirm and blush, wondering if maybe she'd gone too far. She hadn't really intended to make the girl go out in just a swim diaper, not that the matching bra made it that much better. Still, it was fun to tease, especially after all the extra work she'd had to put in for Sierra.

The lights flickered, signalling that it was almost time for the girls to go onstage. Sierra turned to her, as if hoping for something to tell her this had all been a joke, and her real dress was still coming, but all Rosie did was pat the back of her diaper again and urge, "Go ahead, sweetie! They're waiting!"

Suddenly, Sierra's expression changed, her tear-dotted eyes drying up as a smile crossed her face. Rosie saw her mouth move, although it was hard to make out what she was saying with the panties in her mouth. And then, a moment later, everything changed.

It was so quick, Rosie's head was spinning, and it took her longer than it should have to realize what was going on. Suddenly, she was on the floor, on her hands and knees. Had she fallen down? But no, that wasn't all. She frowned, wrinkling her nose as she felt something inside of her mouth, filling it up, tasting of cloth. She reached up, whimpering, to extract whatever it was, only to feel more cloth, her fingers coming nowhere close to fitting inside her mouth.

She was starting to put it together, though it didn't make any more sense. Frantically, she tried to squeeze her thighs together, only to feel something big and thick there, preventing her from doing it, and producing an ominous crinkling sound. She shook her head, staring up, wide-eyed, at Sierra, still standing there, wearing the same thing she had been before Rosie had 'helped' her change.

"I gotta say," Sierra smirked, "This has been fun, watching you get yourself all ready for the pageant. I especially liked when you shoved your own undies into your mouth. Such a naughty girl."

Rosie mumbled behind the makeshift cloth gag, trying in vain to spit them out, finding it quite difficult without being able to use her hands to help. "This really is a great outfit you designed," Sierra told her. "I think you have a real chance of winning. But you'd better hurry!" She gave Rosie a swat on the backside, and, to Rosie's shock, she felt herself begin to crawl, the mittens and booties seeming to creep along, dragging her body with them, whether she liked it or not, taking her closer and closer to the stage.

Rosie had never even considered entering a pageant herself, and this was, certainly, not the way she would have wanted to do it if she had. There she was, trapped on her hands and knees, crawling along behind a whole row of tall, busty, attractive women, her diapered bottom sticking out like a sore thumb among them. Their dresses were all so tight, there was no way they could have any sort of padding underneath, and, from her vantage point, she could confirm that.

But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop herself from following them onstage, in front of a whole auditorium full of people. It took a few moments for her to even be noticed, though she could hear the wave of laughter echo through the audience as she was spotted, her cheeks darkening, knowing it was because of her.

One by one, her competition introduced themselves, throwing annoyed glares at her when their words were interrupted by a fresh patch of laughter as a group in the audience who hadn't seen Rosie caught a glimpse of her. She was at the end of the line, so all she had to do was back out, run, or crawl, away, and maybe nobody would see her well enough to recognize her. And yet, her booties and mittens kept dragging her closer and closer, until, finally, it was her turn.

"I'm sorry," one of the judges spoke up, "I'm afraid you'll have to stand."

Rosie shook her head, trying to signal that she didn't want to do that, or to be a part of this at all, but a couple of the previous contestants hurried out to help her up. Standing, the dress was even shorter on her than it would have been on Sierra, leaving nearly her whole diaper showing, completely visible for everyone to see, if they'd somehow missed it while she'd been on all fours.

"Can you tell us your name?" another judge asked.

Rosie shook her head again, only to feel her hand being tugged upwards to point at her mouth. One of the girls who had helped her up returned, frowning and grabbed the thing Rosie was reluctantly showing off. Rosie was relieved to feel the panties being extracted, of course, although not to see them being held up for everyone to see their childish design.

"Ew!" the girl exclaimed, dropping them into a soggy pile as she realized what she was holding.

"Sowwy," Rosie felt herself saying, her mouth, like her hands and feet, moving without her willing it to, as if, maybe, the bonnet was controlling it. "I had an accident, and my Mommy said she hadta teach me a lesson."

"Gross!" the other contestant wrinkled her nose, hurrying offstage, leaving Rosie all alone.

"Wh-What was your name?" the judge spoke up, clearly confused by what was going on.

"I'm Wosie!" Rosie declared proudly. Everyone else had other things to say, about why they wanted to win, and what great things they would do with their position if they did. Rosie's mind, however, was blank. She remembered she'd told Sierra what she should say to try to win by garnering sympathy for herself because of her diapers, but the wording itself had slipped out of her brain, even though she'd been the one to say it.

"I-I need my diapews!" she said, thinking that was how it started, at least. "I'm a big baby, and I hafta weaw diapews, and that's why I should win!"

"O... kay..." The judges looked at each other uncertainly. "Th-Thank you, Rosie."

Rosie turned to head offstage, only to immediately stumble and fall back onto her hands and knees, leaving her bawling as she crawled backstage, and back to her dressing room.

"You did so good!" Sierra told her, quickly working to get her undressed. "I think you have a real shot at this!"

"I-I don't wanna!" Rosie sniffled, watching in horror as Sierra pulled the swim diaper she'd made up over her disposable diaper, making it even bulkier than she'd intended, so thick that she doubted she could stand up, even with help. "I-I wanna go home!"

"Oh, hush," Sierra said. "You're gonna be great! Here, we can get rid of this, can't we? You don't really need it, do you?" She smiled as she saw the flash of recognition in Rosie's eyes as she heard the thing she'd said, right before she felt the training bra being whisked away, leaving her naked except for her bonnet, mittens, booties, and the biggest diaper she'd ever seen. She pawed at the bra desperately, not wanting to go back out and be seen like this, but the lights flickered again, and, to her horror, her own hands and feet once more drug her out onto the stage.

Thankfully, she didn't have to talk this time, so she didn't have to try to stand up with the giant diaper. Once she'd started crawling in it, she knew that wouldn't have worked, since she could barely even do that! She hoped she could just creep across the stage and get out, but, as the line of bikini-clad women snaked across, she heard her name.

"Excuse me, Rosie! What do you think you're doing?!"

She blushed, turning towards the judge, and, thus, the crowd. It took a moment to realize she'd stopped moving, and could sit there, on her diaper, and cover herself with her hands, too late to really matter. "I-I'm showing off my swimsuit!" she called out.

"This is unacceptable, young lady! Go get dressed right this instant!"

"Sowwy, ma'am!" she blushed. "I didn't mean to be naughty! This is just what I weaw!"

"Go!"

"I'm sowwy!" she wailed. "D-Do you wanna spank me for being a bad giwl? You can!"

"Rosie, leave now, or you will be disqualified!"

Rosie scrambled offstage, where Sierra was waiting for her, ready to help her back into her first outfit, thankfully taking off the swim diaper first, so the tights would go back on.

"Sierra, please," Rosie whimpered. "I've had enough! I'm sorry!"

"But you aren't done yet," Sierra told her. "You still have to do your talent. This will really wow them all!"

Rosie sniffled, wondering what the girl had in store for her, but, also, something else. "H-How are you doing this? Who are you?!"

"You know who I am," Sierra smiled, kneeling down in front of her and booping her on the nose. "I'm Sierra. I was so tired of you doing all those awful, embarrassing things to me that I thought I'd come give you a taste of your own medicine. It's a good thing you made me a witch, so I could do that!"

She laughed, watching Rosie's expression change, growing even more confused. "Don't try to think about it too much, sweetie. Thinking isn't your strong suit, is it? You're just a stupid baby, who loves to play with your crayons."

Rosie shook her head, knowing that wasn't true, even though, once they'd been said, those words were suddenly all she could think about. She was a dumb little baby, wasn't she? Why else would she be wearing a diaper? Only babies wore those, after all.

She was so preoccupied with that, she barely noticed she was doing anything else until she blinked, and realized she was back onstage, back in front of everyone, her knees wobbling as she stood there, sucking on a pacifier she didn't remember being given, but was certainly glad to have. "All right, Rosie," the judge was telling her. "What's your talent?"

"I-I can dwaw," Rosie mumbled around her pacifier.

"What was that? You'll have to speak up," the judge said.

Rosie blushed, fidgeting and nearly losing her balance. She didn't want to repeat herself, and she didn't have her crayons, anyway. She shrugged, sucking harder on the pacifier, feeling every eye in the auditorium on her.

"Rosie, we need you to show us your talent," another judge spoke up. "Just show us something you're really good at doing, okay?"

Rosie pouted, trying to mumble, "I don't have my cwayons," only to give up partway and go back to silently sucking instead. She would have to do something else. But what else was she good at? She racked her brains, knowing there had to be something, yet still only able to think about Sierra's words. It was almost like they were the only thing left in her head, the idea that she liked to play with her crayons, and that she was a baby. Without her crayons, what could she do?

Suddenly, a big smile formed across her face. There was something babies were very good at, and she could do that! It was hard to keep her balance, but she did her best as she squatted down a little lower, groaning and grunting into her pacifier. Her body helped her out, gladly pushing out a huge, mushy load into her diaper, letting her feel it spread throughout the thick padding, making it grow even bigger around her, forcing it to balloon out behind her.

It took the audience some time to catch on, and then the laughter started again, as Rosie happily continued to fill her diaper, every push almost seeming to make the next easier, like she was getting rid not just of her poo-poo, but whatever had caused her to hesitate to think to do this in the first place, that part of her that thought she might be something other than a silly, diaper-messing little baby.

Finally, when she was finished, and her diaper was sagging beneath her skirt, she felt herself lose her balance. She wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, just that, for a moment, she was scared as she felt herself fall, and then she was giggling, feeling the squishy mush squelch around her with every move. Without thinking, since she almost didn't even know how to do that anymore, she reached one mittened hand down and began rubbing herself, moaning into her pacifier.

"All right, that's it!" One of the judges rushed onstage, pulling her hand away from her crotch, nearly bringing her to tears. "You are disqualified, young lady!"

Rosie stared up at him blankly, trying to repeat the word he'd said, but not making it past, "Diswawa?"

"Yes," she began dragging her offstage. "This is no place for you to show off whatever it is this is all about!"

She was much bigger and stronger than her, so Rosie had no choice other than to follow, although, before she was offstage, she asked, "Awe you gonna spank me?"

"Maybe I will," she hissed, sitting her down offstage, out of sight. "You stay here and think about what you've done, young lady!"

She nodded, but, as soon as his back was turned, her hand was on her diaper again, rubbing as she thought not about what had just happened, or the life she'd had before this, that she had no idea how to get back to, if she even could, but to what was coming up. She knew they were for bad girls, and she shouldn't want them, but spankings were almost as much fun as pooping her pants!

She had a brief moment of clarity, sitting there, masturbating, while surrounded by other gorgeous young women, all giving her dirty looks, disgusted by her actions. For a split second, she realized how insane this was, how she needed to find Sierra and make her fix this, somehow. She had no idea how the witch had gotten out of her pictures, but she'd done this to her, so surely she could reverse it, and make her a big girl again! If she didn't do it, then who else would, or could?!

She wrinkled her nose, almost gagging at the feeling of the full diaper beneath her, her hand slipping off the diaper, hardly able to believe she'd been touching it at all, much less so thoroughly enjoying the feeling of it. But there was no denying she had, since she could still feel the wave of pleasure building up inside of her, not caring that she'd stopped rubbing, already too far gone.

And, as quickly as it had started, it was over. Rosie moaned into her pacifier as the orgasm washed over her, taking with it her brief burst of rationality and maturity, leaving her sitting there, mumbling, "Mommy's gonna be weally mad now! I bet she'll spank me extwa hawd," the silly smile on her face betraying the fact that was exactly what she wanted.