Sierra groaned as Haley pulled her into Victoria's Secret, and from more than the ever-increasing pressure in her tummy. This was going to be so humiliating! She blushed, ducking her head, mentally preparing herself for what Haley had threatened to make her do, once they were here. As she looked down, however, she realized that, obviously, she wasn't carrying the bag from here anymore. A quick glance in Haley's direction revealed she wasn't, either.

Suddenly, Sierra felt a wave of relief wash over her, although she tried to keep her expectations in check. Thinking back, the last time she remembered seeing the bag was before she'd run off. Had Haley noticed she'd left it there? Or had she been so desperate to get her victim back, had she gone right for the nearest security officer and forgotten all about it?

If Haley hadn't picked it up, Sierra doubted it was still there. In a way, it was a bummer, since she had paid for it, and would have liked to have it serve its purpose once, at least. If she was just going to have to make an embarrassing show of returning it, though, maybe it was better for it to be left there, for whoever stole it, or put it in the cookie shop's Lost and Found, if they even had one.

"Oh, my God," Haley giggled as they stepped inside, reeling Sierra in close on her leash so she didn't try to wander off. "Why didn't you tell me they were having a sale? Maybe I should spank your naughty little bottom just for that!"

Sierra blushed, looking around the store, hoping nobody else heard that. "I-I didn't..." she pouted, stomping her foot. "How was I supposed to know I should?! That's not fair!"

"Calm down," Haley ruffled her hair. "I'm just joking. Don't get your Pampers in a bunch."

"Oh," Sierra blushed again. It was hard to feel too bad about it, though, considering everything else the cheerleader had already put her through. She wouldn't put it past her to hold her responsible for that.

Haley gleefully began to sift through the display tables, Sierra standing awkwardly beside her, unable to wander too far, thanks to the leash, just watching, and glancing over at the workers. They were the same ones that had been there when she'd been shopping earlier, although it was hard not to notice how much more ready they seemed to be to walk up to Haley and ask if she needed any help.

They'd been around when Sierra had been there, too, but Sierra hadn't felt comfortable around them. She'd thought they were judging her then, in her trainers. Now, in full-blown diapers, which she was squirming in, trying not to mess, she felt like they should be staring at her even more. They could see now, though, that she was contained and restrained. She'd been afraid, the first time, they thought she was some kid who didn't have the money to shop there, who was considering shoplifting. She wasn't sure if the fact they seemed to be looking over her now confirmed that, if they saw her as an even littler kid who wasn't worth their time, since her sitter was looking after her, or if Haley's presence just overshadowed her that much.

Haley found several things, carrying them into the fitting room, making sure to tell the attendant, "Don't worry, they're all for me, not her," as she got her panty liner.

"I had a feeling," the attendant winked.

Sierra pouted, wishing she could point out that she'd bought something from there earlier, even if that might have reminded Haley the real reason they were there. She hadn't tried the panties she'd bought on. In fact, she hadn't realized that was an option, although, even if she had, she wasn't sure she would have done it. She was pretty positive she knew her size, so there wasn't much point.

"Oh," Haley perked up with a smile that worried Sierra. "Do you want to get fitted for a bra while we're here, Sierra? I'm sure she could help you! Oh, but I guess there's no real point, is there?"

"I wear bras!" Sierra insisted, looking up at the attendant and blushing.

"Oh, sweetie," Haley shook her head, starting to lead Sierra to the nearest fitting room. "Those don't count. Now sit," she ordered, setting Sierra down on the bench. "Don't even think about going anywhere."

Sierra couldn't help thinking it, as she fidgeted on the wooden bench, her stomach churning inside her, desperate for release. She knew it wasn't going to happen, though. Haley was between her and the door, and even if the girl didn't have a hold of the leash, she could probably grab it fast than Sierra could get the door unlocked, or try to scramble out underneath it. Haley wasn't looking right at her, but she was looking at the mirror, and Sierra's reflection was quite visible in it, so if she tried to do any magic, she'd probably be spotted before she could get the hand motions right.

Haley didn't seem to have any hesitation undressing, even with her audience. Sierra wondered if it was because she was a cheerleader, and used to changing in a locker room, or if she was just so unintimidated by Sierra that she didn't give her a second thought. Sierra had to admit, she didn't feel particularly intimidating herself, sitting there, whimpering and pressing her hands to her bulky, padded crotch as a cramp hit, squirming desperately as she fought to keep from pooping her pants.

"Hey!" Haley snapped her fingers in front of her face, snapping her out of her struggle for a moment. "Come on, make yourself useful! How do I look?"

"I don't care!" Sierra pouted, although, when she glanced up, it was hard to maintain that attitude. Sierra hadn't paid too much attention before, as the cheerleader stripped, but now, seeing her, standing there in her new bra and panties, Sierra couldn't deny how hot the girl looked. She might be a huge bully, but it was hard not to stare, seeing her so scantily clad.

"Don't be grumpy," Haley scolded. "Or do you need a nap?"

"N-No," Sierra shook her head.

"Come on," Haley urged. "What do you think?"

"Y-You look nice," Sierra admitted.

"Yeah, it's not bad, is it?" Haley smiled, looking down at herself. "I don't think this is quite it, though." She unhooked her bra, stepped out of the panties, and slipped into another set. "That's a little better, isn't it?"

"Y-Yeah," Sierra nodded.

"Here," Haley declared, picking Sierra up suddenly, setting her down on her feet. Sierra squealed, the sudden loss of the bench beneath her nearly causing her to lose control, leaving her squirming frantically, too concerned with that to notice as Haley undid the straps on her shortalls and let them fall to the floor. "What do you have on?"

She grabbed Sierra's shirt, forcing her arms up over her head as she whipped it off in one, smooth motion, leaving the girl standing there in her bra and diaper, shortalls around her ankles. Standing there, next to Haley in her bra and panties, Sierra felt absolutely tiny, and immature. She would have, even without the diaper, and the trouble brewing in her tummy, but those definitely didn't help at all.

"Oh, that's adorable!" Haley smirked, snapping Sierra's bra strap. "What is that, a training bra? Just as I expected."

"No, it isn't!" Sierra pouted, trying to stomp her foot, only to get it more tangled up in her shortalls. She would have fallen down if Haley hadn't been there for her to stumble into, getting a faceful of the larger girl's flesh as she chuckled, watching the show.

"It isn't?" Haley raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Well, I'm sure that's what they told you."

"It's true!" Sierra whined, glaring up at the girl, only to get an eyeful of her chest as she took that bra off, handing it to Sierra, who couldn't help mentally comparing what she was seeing to what she'd seen in her own mirror so often, feeling like Haley was doing the same.

"Put those in the maybe pile," Haley ordered, waving towards the bench. "I'll let you choose what I try next."

"I don't care!" Sierra pouted. "I just wanna get out of here so I can..."

"Why are you in such a hurry, little girl?" Haley asked, smirking.

"You know!" Sierra growled, crossing her arms. "You're the one who...!" She blushed, looking around the thin walls surrounding them, not knowing who else might be around who might hear her.

"Who what?" Haley asked playfully. "What's wrong, sweetie? What are you going to do if I take too long?"

"You know," Sierra whined, squirming.

"Then you'd better get moving and decide what I should try next," Haley told her. "So grumpy!" she giggled when Sierra grabbed another set and shoved them at her. "It's too bad I don't think they have any of these here," she snapped Sierra's bra strap again. "Then you could try something on, too! I know they don't have any panties that would fit over your Pampers without stretching them out terribly. And you'd still be able to see your padding through the lace anyway!"

Sierra blushed, looking around at the walls again. "Don't worry," Haley patted her on the head. "I know where we can find something more appropriate for you. I just need to find something for me first. After doing such a good job looking after you, I think I deserve it. Oh, I know what you can do!"

Sierra squealed as Haley grabbed her bra, yanking it off her unceremoniously before she could even try to stop her. "Wow," Haley smirked, looking it over as her victim stood in front of her, trying to cover herself, wiggling in her diaper. "Look at all this padding," she teased. "There's almost as much in here as in here," she gave Sierra's bottom a swat. "But here," she picked up the bra Sierra had just laid down on the bench. "Why don't you try that on, just for fun?"

Sierra rolled her eyes. "You know it isn't going to fit!" she whined. "There's no point!"

"Sierra, why can't you just be a good little girl and do as you're told?" Haley shook her head. "Do I need to have you waddle out, just like that, to get me some more stuff to try on?"

Sierra gulped, imagining having to shuffle through the store, shortalls around her feet, diaper fully showing, with no shirt on. She would have liked to think that was too far, even for Haley, but she wasn't confident enough in that to test the cheerleader. Reluctantly, she took the bra, putting it over her shoulders, knowing it was far too big for her even before she tried to fasten it.

In the mirror, she looked very much like a toddler playing dress-up with some things she'd found in her mother, or big sister's, drawer, which she was supposed to stay out of. "Wow," Haley exclaimed, as if it was a shock. "Not even close, huh?" She plucked it off the girl, not even having to unhook it first. "I'd tell you that maybe you'd grow into it one day, but you're already all done growing, aren't you?"

"I-I could still get a growth spurt," Sierra pouted. She'd looked it up online, and seen that, technically, it was possible. She'd tried, more than once, to make herself taller magically, but that never ended well, so she'd given up on that long ago.

"Sure, you could," Haley shrugged. "You could also get fully potty trained at some point. I'd say they're both equally likely."

"I am fully potty trained!" Sierra glared at her, only to be spun around, the back of her diaper tugged out.

"Well, you're still clean," Haley admitted, before giving the crotch a pat. "But you have to stay dry, too, to be fully trained."

"If you'd just taken me to the bathroom, I would have!" Sierra complained. Or, really, not made her drink so much, since that was when it had happened.

She'd hoped Haley would have forgotten that detail, but she wasn't that lucky. "You were wet before you even asked," Haley pointed out. "Not to mention your poor, soaked trainers."

"They weren't that wet," Sierra blushed.

"Whatever you say," Haley smirked. "Now, what should I try on next?"

Knowing she wasn't getting out of the fitting room until they'd worked through the pile, Sierra did as she was told, choosing bras and panties, and occassionally some more fancy lingerie, and see-through cover-ups that didn't seem to serve much of a purpose, but she couldn't deny looked great on her tormentor. She had to stand there, getting closer and closer to an accident with every passing moment, and watch Haley try them on, compliment her, watch the girl look at herself in the mirror, then sort everything into a yes, maybe, or no pile on the bench before choosing the next set.

Somehow, by the end, her diaper was still clean, even if she was only hanging on by a thread by then. Haley teased, "Should we even bother with this?" when she picked up Sierra's bra, but she put it on her again anyway, giving her back her shirt and helping her get the shortalls up and re-fasten the straps, then dressed herself, making Sierra carry the things she'd rejected out to the attendant.

She had a good, strong grip on the leash as she made her purchases, keeping Sierra right beside her, glancing over whenever she heard a whimper, or saw the girl squirm, apparently well aware of how close she was to letting go, and not wanting to miss it. Sierra was determined not to give her the satisfaction, and to keep from filling her diaper, although she knew that wasn't going to really be an option for much longer.

Finally, Haley had her own bag, much larger than the one Sierra had gotten, and seemed to be getting ready to go. "Oh," she told the worker, tugging Sierra even closer, unzipping her backpack and pulling out Sierra's bag. "There's one more thing. Here, Sierra, go ahead and tell her."

Sierra blushed, taking her bag, nibbling her lip as she glanced between Haley and the worker, standing there, so cool and pretty, dressed all in black, seeming to already be judging her. She'd really hoped Haley had left the bag, or forgotten about it in her excitement over the sale, but clearly she hadn't. At least it wasn't the same girl Sierra had bought the panties for.

"I-I..." Sierra looked at Haley, who nodded. Another cramp urged Sierra onwards, reminding her how little time she had left. "I-I want to return these."

"Tell her why," Haley prompted.

Sierra pouted up at her, hoping for a little mercy, and getting none. "I-I'm not mature enough for them yet," she said.

"And?" Haley nodded.

"I-I'm sorry for wasting your time," Sierra tried to remember what the cheerleader had told her she needed to say. "A-And the time of the person who sold them to me. I-I should have..." She groaned, squatting slightly as yet another cramp hit. They were coming faster and harder all the time, giving her all the incentive she needed to blurt out, "I-I should have known better! I-I'm sorry!"

"She hasn't worn them," Haley added, giving Sierra's bottom a pat, producing a loud crinkle. "Don't you worry, I made sure of that. They'd need to be in the trash if that happened."

Sierra blushed, wanting to deny that, but too busy gritting her teeth to get any words out, blushing as she felt a small, mushy spot forming, despite her best efforts. The worker seemed to be moving so slowly, when all Sierra wanted was for her to hurry up and give her a refund so they could leave, but she couldn't even say that.

"Do you have the receipt?" the worker asked.

"I-It's in..." Sierra managed to squeak out, pointing at the bag desperately.

"No, it isn't," the worker shook her head.

"Sierra!" Haley scolded. "You didn't do it again, did you?"

Sierra wasn't sure what she meant, and, in that moment, didn't care, as she finally lost the battle, gasping as she felt a lump forming in the back of her diaper, quickly spreading out as her tummy pushed, ignoring her mental pleas to stop.

"She has a little shoplifting problem," Haley lied, although she sounded so believable, even Sierra started to doubt herself. "I thought she'd gotten over it, so I let her wander off on her own earlier, but clearly I was mistaken. I was... Sierra!" Haley gasped, shaking her head, a hand moving to the now lumpy seat of the girl's padding, giving it a swat, making Sierra blush even harder, squirming as she felt the mess flatten and squish under the cheerleader's hand. "That isn't going to work this time, young lady! I am so sorry," she told the worker, even though Sierra was the person she ought to be apologizing to, since it was her fault she'd just pooped her pants in the middle of the store. "She is such a little brat. She does this because she thinks it will get her out of trouble, and make people feel sorry for her."

"Wait, did she actually...?" the worker asked, before wrinkling her nose as the smell hit her. "Oh, my God! Really?!"

"I know," Haley rolled her eyes. "She's such a big baby! I don't blame you if you want to call security." Sierra's eyes widened at the thought of having to face the officers again. "You're more than welcome to spank her yourself, though. It does wonders, at least for a little while."

"Now?" the worker smirked, staring down at the blushing, squirming Sierra.

"Oh, yes," Haley gave Sierra's diaper another swat, causing her to squeal and blush harder. "This is the best time, really. It reminds her what a big brat she's been. It'll usually get her to behave for a little while. Maybe one day it'll fully sink in, but, for now, it's the best we can hope for."

Sierra gulped as the worker eyed her, clearly thinking about it, considering pulling her over her lap and spanking her right on her messy diaper. Sierra wanted to say something, to explain this was all a big lie, but, as she stood there in her dirty diaper, being accused of shoplifting, when she had no evidence to show she hadn't, she was too humiliated to do anything, other than wait to hear her fate.

"I'd better not," the worker said finally, though, as soon as Sierra let out a sigh of relief, she added, "This time. You won't be so lucky if I catch you anywhere near the store again. In fact..." She pulled out her phone, taking a picture of the girl, standing there in her shortalls and poopy diaper, cheeks bright red. "I'll be sure to post this on our bulletin board, so everyone working here knows not to let you in, and how to deal with you."

"Great idea," Haley smiled. "Go on, Sierra, thank her for being so understanding."

"Th-Thank you," Sierra mumbled, staring down at her feet.

"No," Haley tugged on the leash, bumping Sierra's lumpy bottom against her leg. "Look her in the eye and say it. And tell her why you're thanking her."

Sierra whined, earning herself another smack on the backside. "Th-Thank you!" she repeated, staring up at the worker. "F-For not spanking me."

"If you think she still needs a spanking," the worker smirked at Haley, "you can certainly feel free to give her a few extra for me."

"I just might do that," Haley grinned, picking up her bag, giving the leash a light yank. "Say goodbye, Sierra."

"B-Bye," Sierra said as she was led away.

"Goodbye, Sierra," the worker waved, the little witch not too happy about the girl knowing her name. "I'd say see you later, but I don't think you want that to happen."

"What was that you were saying about being potty trained?" Haley teased, giving Sierra's diaper yet another whack as they stepped out of the store, loudly asking, "You can't even keep your Pampers dry or clean, how did you think you were ready for Victoria's Secret, silly?"

She let the embarrassed girl waddle a few feet away before saying, "Hey, what's this?" She reached into Sierra's still open backpack, pulling something out, letting Sierra get a good look at it.

"Hey!" Sierra's eyes widened, recognizing her receipt, proof that she'd bought the panties after all, and deserved an apology, and a refund. "W-We can go back and..."

"Sorry," Haley giggled, not sounding like she meant it in the slightest as she balled it in her fist and tossed it into the nearest trash can. "You're not allowed in there anymore, remember? They all know you're just a big, bratty, Pamper-filling baby who has no place in a store like that. But don't worry, sweetie. Ms. Haley knows right where you do belong."