There was really no good balance to be found on the high chair between something comfortable for Sierra's throbbing rear and something not too squishy. Sierra did her best to sit still as she forced down another spoonful of oatmeal, but the white gunk was so thick and icky, it just made her want to move around more, to try and distract herself from the gross taste.

"Somebody has ants in her pants, doesn't she?" Courtney teased, reaching over the tray to give Sierra's tummy a tickle, making the girl squeal and giggle involuntarily.

She'd done her best to eat neatly, at least, to prove that, when Courtney had asked if she needed a bib, and she'd said no, she hadn't been lying. Rven in the best of times, the tiny, plastic spoon she'd been given would have caused her some trouble, and the state of her bottom was far from ideal, so she'd spilled a bit of rice cereal onto her chin, and had some oatmeal smeared around her mouth, which only completed the picture of her as an overgrown toddler.

Or so she'd thought. There was no way it could get worse, she thought, until she saw Courtney wrinkle her nose as she moved her hand away from Sierra's stomach. "Uh-oh!" she said in a sing-songy voice, not upset at all, like this is all she'd expect from Sierra, "I don't think that's all you have in your pants, is it?"

"No!" Sierra blushed, shaking her head, trying to wiggle away again, this time to avoid Courtney as she bent down, sliding her hand up the leg of Sierra's shortalls, giving the diaper underneath a few prods, which was all she needed.

"Are you fibbing?" Courtney asked. "It definitely feels like someone made some fudgies in her Huggies."

Sierra groaned, the cutesiness of the phrase only making her feel more babyish, especially when her diapers got called by another baby diaper name, with the girl, as far as she knew, not even being in on Haley's habit of calling them Pampers. Everything had spiraled so far out of control so quickly, it was hard to think of herself as a big girl anymore, and that definitely didn't help.

"Th-They were like that before," Sierra sniffled.

"Oh, I don't think so," Courtney replied. "I doubt Haley would have left you like that."

"Yeah-huh," Sierra nodded. "She's mean, a-and..."

"Now, now," Courtney shook her head. "Just because she makes you follow the rules doesn't mean she's mean. They're for your own good, sweetie. I'm sure she'll be back any minute now, but I hate to leave you like that."

She bent down, picking up the backpack and unzipping it. "Do you have any spare diapers in here? I could change you real quick if you do."

"No," Sierra shook her head, not sure she really wanted this other girl to change her, either, although she might be better than Haley. All of the sudden, however, she remembered what else was in her bag. "Oh!" she squealed, leaning forward, knocking over her sample of oatmeal, getting it all over her hand in excitement as she pointed. "My purse! Look in there!"

"I think that's way too small for a diaper, sweetie," Courtney said, starting to zip the whole thing back up.

"No!" Sierra slammed her hand on the tray, eyes widening as she wound up flinging oatmeal onto Courtney as the girl turned to look at her, from her face to her dress.

"Sierra!" Courtney gasped, looking down at herself, grabbing a napkin from her table to try and clean herself up. "That wasn't very nice, young lady!"

"I-I'm sorry!" Sierra told her. "I-I didn't mean to, I was just..."

"Give me this," Courtney grabbed the spoon out of her hand, throwing it away, along with the now mostly empty sample bowl, grabbing a new one of each from the table. "I guess I should have done this all along, huh? I thought you were big enough to feed yourself without making a mess, but that's what I get for assuming, huh?"

"N-No, I can!" Sierra insisted. "I... Mmph!" She was silenced with a large spoonful of oatmeal, wrinkling her nose as she fought to choke the stuff down so she could try and explain herself, only for another spoon to be waiting for her once she'd managed to swallow, and another, and another. Before Sierra could get a word out, Courtney had emptied the entirety of the little bowl into her mouth, and had moved on to one filled with rice cereal. It was thinner, and should have been easier to get down, except that, if anything, it tasted even worse than the oatmeal.

Sierra's full tummy didn't help matters, either. She hadn't been hungry at the start, and the few bowls she'd slowly worked through on her own had only filled her up more. It was hard enough to find the motivation to eat what Courtney was feeding her when she was already stuffed, even if it had been absolutely delicious.

"I-I'm sor..." Sierra managed to spit out between bites of cereal, but Courtney wasn't listening.

"You're definitely old enough to know better," she said. "I thought I'd be nice, but I'm not nearly as patient as Haley is. You were taking all day, anyway, and I have places to be!"

"Purse!" Sierra yelped, as Courtney grabbed another bowl of oatmeal, finished with the cereal. "Look in..."

"It isn't my job to change your dirty diapers, Sierra," Courtney informed her. "Especially not if you're going to throw oatmeal on me, and make me redo my makeup, and..."

"No!" Sierra whined. "That's not..."

"What else would a silly little baby like you have in your 'purse'?" Courtney asked, clearly thinking it was nothing more than a play accessory for her. "I don't have time for this."

Sierra blushed, squirming and swallowing, each passing moment making it harder and harder to say the words she was trying to hard to get out. She almost wished Courtney had realized the truth about her, like Haley had. It would have been embarrassing, sure, to be seen getting babysat at her age, but hopefully none of the rest of this would have happened.

"ID!" she finally managed to make herself say. "My ID!"

"What are you talking about?" Courtney asked, thankfully pausing, spoon hovering over the bowl. "Why would you have an ID?"

"B-Because I'm..." Sierra glanced down at the tray, the oatmeal spattered across it reminding her of the mess she'd made, making what she was about to say seem, probably, less likely. "I-I'm an adult. Haley kidnapped me, a-and she's making me be a baby!"

"That's silly," Courtney shook her head, dipping the spoon into the oatmeal. "I don't know where Haley finds all you kids who love making up these silly stories. Look at you, Sierra! There's no way you're a big girl, much less an adult!"

"Y-Yes, I am," Sierra blushed, turning her face away from the spoon at the last second, letting Courtney smear the oatmeal across her face to give herself more time to talk. "Pl-Please, just look in my purse and see!"

Courtney stared her in the eye for a long moment, Sierra squirming and fidgeting the whole time. Finally, Courtney picked the backpack up again, opening it up and pulling out the purse.

"Thank you!" Sierra gasped. "Y-You have to help me! J-Just let me go, and I'll go get on a bus, and..."

"Did you just have a birthday, sweetie?" Courtney asked. "This is a lot of money for someone your age!"

"No," Sierra shook her head. "I have money because I'm a grown-up! Look under all that!"

"I did," Courtney told her. "That's the only thing in there, Sierra."

"N-No, it isn't," Sierra frowned. Courtney opened the purse up wide, pushing it towards Sierra's face, where she could see the girl was telling the truth. "Sh-She must have taken it!" Sierra realized. "Haley has it!"

"Okay," Courtney zipped up the purse, returned it to the backpack, and let that fall to the floor, picking up the oatmeal again. "I think I've heard enough out of you, trouble-maker."

"No, it's true!" Sierra sniffled, pounding her hands on the high chair's tray in frustration. "I'm not a baby!"

"Yes, you are, Sierra," Courtney told her. "You're sitting here, in a high chair, face covered in baby cereal, wearing a messy diaper. If that isn't a baby, I don't know what is. You're just lucky I don't have any soap here with me, or I'd wash your little mouth out with it for trying to tell me lies. If I hear another peep out of you before Haley gets back, I'll tell her all about this, and how she should do it instead."

Sierra gasped, hands shooting to cover her mouth, knowing full well Haley would be happy to comply. Courtney gently, but firmly, pried them away, all traces of the sweet girl she'd seemed to be when she first met Sierra gone, replaced by someone fed up with dealing with a lying little brat who shouldn't have really been her responsibility in the first place.

Sierra blushed when, after a particlarly big spoonful, she looked down to see some of it had dripped onto her shirt, to join some that had apparently been there earlier without her noticing. "Aww, what's wrong?" Courtney asked, noticing her expression change. "Oh, how sad," she rolled her eyes, looking at her own clothes. "I guess you should have told me the truth, that you do need a bib."

Sierra really didn't think she'd be relieved to see Haley return, but, even with her hands full of shopping bags, which seemed more full than they should have been for just a package of diapers and the pajamas, she was still a welcome relief from the annoyed Courtney. "I'd ask how it went," Haley chuckled, looking at Courtney in her still oatmeal-dotted dress, "but I don't think I need to, do I? I'm so sorry about that, I thought she'd be better behaved for you."

"We came to an understanding," Courtney said, giving Sierra a glare that kept her silent as she fidgeted in her seat. "At least I have my uniform to change into."

"Why don't you go ahead and do that?" Haley suggested. "You said you could after you finished handing out the samples, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Courtney nodded. "But I haven't. She made a dent in them, but there's still a lot left."

"Don't worry," Haley winked. "We'll take care of it."

Sierra whimpered, ignoring Courtney's warning glance. "I-I can't, Ms. Haley!" she sniffed. "I can't take any more! I'm gonna explode!"

"She already has," Courtney smirked. "She's messy."

"I was before, too!" Sierra pointed out, glad she had Haley to back her up. "Wasn't I?"

"If you were, you certainly didn't tell me," Haley shook her head. "I don't know why I'd be surprised by that, though. She's such a dirty, naughty little girl. She loves her stinky Pampers, don't you, squirt?" Before Sierra could protest, Haley reached into one of the bags, shoving a large, pink pacifier into the girl's mouth. "Thanks for looking after her," she told Courtney. "And sorry again. We're taking full responsibility for the rest of this stuff, so go get yourself looking good for the show. Wave bye-bye, Sierra."

Sierra waved obediently, though, as soon as Courtney was out of earshot, she pulled the pacifier out of her mouth. "Please, Ms. Haley," she sniffled. "I really can't eat the rest of that!" Her tummy already felt big and bloated from what she'd been force-fed, and it didn't look like the table was even halfway empty yet.

"First of all," Haley told her, grabbing the pacifier out of her hand and pushing it back into her mouth, "I didn't tell you that you could take that out yet, did I?" Sierra shook her head bashfully, silently glad she had the paci there to nurse as she faced the cheerleader's wrath. "Second of all, you are going to do as I tell you to. We promised we were going to help Ms. Courtney, and that's what we're going to do."

Sierra had made no such promise, but she couldn't point that out. Thankfully, Haley unlocked the tray and lifted her out of the high chair, putting the backpack back onto her, seemingly having forgotten what she'd just said as she led Sierra away, taking her over a couple aisles, to the bathrooms.

A huge wave of relief washed over Sierra as she saw their destination. At last, she thought, she was going to get a clean diaper! She almost felt bad for Haley, having to clean her bottom up, but, of course, it was the girl's fault she'd had an accident at all, and that she'd gotten as messy as she had.

Her joy was short-lived as they walked into the bathroom, and Sierra saw the changing table was already in use, a mother changing a toddler on it. "Sorry, Sierra," Haley told her loudly, as if making sure the other occupants of the room could hear. "You'll have to wait a little longer."

"We'll be just a minute," the mother said, turning around, making Sierra try to turn away and hide the oatmeal spread across her face and shirt. "You'd really think they would put in more than one table, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah," Haley grinned, Sierra blushing as she imagined the cheerleader carting her up, setting her down on a table right next to the actual little girl. "It's too bad. She'll be all right, though. I'll just get her stuff ready, and clean up her face. She just had a snack, and she's a messy eater!"

After taking Sierra to the sink and washing the oatmeal off her face, barely bothering with what was on her clothes, Haley didn't reach into her bags, however, where the diapers she'd just bought were. She unzipped Sierra's backpack, rustling through it as if she expected to find something inside. "Sierra!" she scolded, after a couple minutes, swatting her on the bottom playfully, though still hard enough to make the girl jump and squeal behind her pacifier. "Why didn't you tell me we were out, silly? We just walked past them!"

Sierra started to take her pacifier out, only for Haley to push it back in, glaring at her. "This is what I get for putting you in charge, isn't it? I thought I could trust you to keep me updated. I put so many diapers in there this morning! How did you go through all of them already? And now we have to march back through this whole store to buy you some more! Is that what you want, Sierra? To parade around here in your poopy Pampers?"

"It's all right!" the mother exclaimed. "I wouldn't want the poor thing to have to do that! I have some extras." She pulled out two diapers, which Sierra recognized immediately as actual Pampers, from her bag, setting them down on the table, giving Haley a wink. "One for now, and one for later, so you don't have to open your new bag while you're out and about, once you buy it."

"Oh, thank you so much!" Haley exclaimed. "Say thank you, Sierra."

She put a finger on Sierra's pacifier again, letting her know she was supposed to mumble the words past it. "Thank you," Sierra said, wondering how much of it was actually understandable with the huge, silicon nipple filling her mouth.

"No problem!" the woman smiled, helping her daughter down from the table, while Haley led Sierra up to it. Sierra blushed as she walked past the toddler, feeling her eyes on her, watching her, judging her. "We're almost to the point where we don't need them anyway, so somebody should get some use out of them!"

"Mommy, mommy!" the little girl exclaimed, as her mother washer= her hands, and Haley started to get Sierra out of her harness and shortalls. "She's even bigger than me, and she still goes poopy in her diapies!"

"I know," her mother nodded. "I told you, sweetie, everyone learns at a different rate. You don't do that anymore, though, do you?" Sierra blushed, watching the toddler shake her head proudly while the pair headed out of the bathroom, leaving her alone with Haley.

"Why did you do that?" Sierra grumbled.

"Sierra, you know I can't understand you with that thing in," Haley teased, finally taking the pacifier back out. "What is it, silly baby?"

"Why did you do that?" Sierra stomped, even more upset about it after having to ask a second time. "You have diapers!"

"Yes, I do," Haley agreed.

"A-And those probably won't even fit!" Sierra looked at the Pampers, squirming nervously, a little afraid that, in fact, they would.

"We'll see about that," Haley smiled, hoisting Sierra up onto the changing table, smirking when she saw Sierra wince as her bottom touched it, pushing her onto her back, pulling the strap tight against her full tummy, making it all the easier for her to finally open the diaper up, get out her new package of wipes, and get Sierra nice and clean. "It's a good thing you keep yourself nice and shaved down there," Haley told her. "That makes it so much easier! I'm sure that's why you do it, isn't it? Or have you just not started to grow your hair there yet?"

"I have!" Sierra blushed. She had, although she hadn't seen it in a while. Part of her worried some of the gel that had been used on her, during one of her various trips to the Diaper Dimension, was keeping it from growing back at all, but she still held out hope that, one day, it would return, if just to make her feel a little more grown-up.

"You're going to use up all of my stock of lotion and powder," Haley teased as she doused Sierra with far too much of both. "Good thing I bought myself more! I just don't want my little baby girl to get a rash!"

"I'm not a baby!" Sierra whined, even though she was now sitting directly on a Pamper, feeling the soft padding beneath her sore backside. And, as if to confirm it, Haley pulled the front up, easily taping it shut nice and snug around the little witch.

"Well, that's funny, isn't it?" she grinned. "These fit perfectly, don't they? Like they were made just for your little, squirmy, baby bottom." Sierra whimpered, reaching down, giving them a pat, wishing she could find some way to dispute it. "They aren't nearly as big as your other ones, though, so I think we'd better use both."

"I don't need two!" Sierra whined. "I don't need one! I..."

Haley popped the pacifier back in, ignoring Sierra's protests as she double-diapered her, smiling and stepping back to survey her handiwork. "I'd like to hear you say they aren't Pampers now," she smirked. "That's literally what you're wearing, Sierra. Does that make you feel like a big girl?"

Sierra blushed, turning away, just wanting to get her shortalls back before anyone else came into the bathroom and saw her.

"Do you think you need your plastic panties?" Haley asked, as if she expected Sierra to ask to be locked into them again. "I think you've learned your lesson, and aren't going to try to take your Pampers off. And I don't think you'll like what happens if you prove me wrong."

Sierra heard some rustling behind her, and the sound of ripping, but didn't turn back until Haley unstrapped her and lifted her down off the table, putting the backpack back on her, still unzipped, huge, pink diapers sticking out from the top quite obviously.

Sierra reached for them, sure she could shove them in far enough to get the bag closed, but Haley swatted her hands away, putting the backpack onto her shoulders and strapping it around her waist. Sierra wasn't sure why it took her as long as it did, but it wasn't until it was all the way on before she realized what was missing.

She knew she wasn't supposed to, but she took her pacifier out anyway, panicked. "Hey!" she squeaked. "What about my shortalls?!"

"You'll get them back in a minute," Haley told her. "Unless you don't start sucking on your binkie again in five... four..." Sierra didn't even let her get to three as she fumbled with the paci, popping it back in place. She did whine behind it as Haley guided her back towards the bathroom door, falling completely silent when the girl pulled the door open.

She did her very best to dig her sneakers into the linoleum floor, to stay in the relative safety of the bathroom, but Haley didn't seem to notice at all, easily hauling her out into the store, where anyone could look and see her there, parading around in her shirt and Pampers, her hands nowhere near big enough to keep the latter hidden from view, no matter how much she wanted to.

Thankfully, Haley only took her back to the sample table, which wasn't too far from the bathrooms, although it felt like it might as well have been miles away to the frantic Sierra. Haley wound the leash tightly around the bars on the back of the high chair, tying it there, with Sierra facing away from her.

"Now, little miss Sierra," she told her, "we promised your auntie Courtney we'd help her finish her job, and that's exactly what we're going to do." Sierra still couldn't figure out what was going on until she felt the back of her diaper being tugged outwards. She nearly mumbled that she obviously didn't need to be checked again yet, before she felt something squishy and slimy being poured into it, and realized what Haley's plan was.

"Stay still!" Haley scolded her, as she tried to squirm away. "If you make a mess, I'm going to make you find a manager and ask for the supplies to clean it up, so Courtney doesn't get in trouble. And you won't be getting your shortalls back until it's finished!"

Sierra whined, trying to keep from wiggling too much as she felt the lump in her diaper growing, glad at least that it wasn't her fault this time, although, as it kept getting bigger, it was hard not to get worried, and embarrassed. A little bit would have gone unnoticed, but soon, she was sure it would be quite noticeable, even from the outside. Sierra whimpered, feeling the mushy stuff spreading through her diaper, filling it back up again already, when she'd just gotten clean moments earlier. By the time Haley finished, and let the diaper snap back into place, it felt even messier than it had before, and, when she put the shortalls back on Sierra, it was far more obvious that something was going on back there.

"Wow," Courtney said, walking over, now in a cheerleader uniform that matched Haley's. "You really did finish them all off! Thanks!"

"I keep my promises," Haley smiled and shrugged.

"Oh, my God," Courtney giggled, giving Sierra's lumpy bottom a poke, laughing more as she watched the girl squeal and squirm, face red. "I thought you were going to change her!"

"I did," Haley rolled her eyes. "She went again! Can you believe it?! I told you, she loves her stinky Pampers." Sierra blushed as she was given a pat on the seat of her diaper, as if Haley hadn't just manufactured the load inside. "I'm just going to give in at this point, and let her stay in it a little while."

Sierra shook her head, taking her pacifier out again. "I don't!" she insisted. "A-And I didn't use it again, she...!"

"Hush," Haley ordered, not letting her finish before snatching the paci away and putting it back where it belonged. "Nobody wants to hear your stories."

"You wouldn't believe what she was trying to tell me while you were shopping," Courtney said. "It would almost have been cute, if she hadn't just thrown oatmeal at me. Hey, which routines are we doing at the demonstration? I know you sent an e-mail, but I guess I must have deleted it."

The cheerleaders started to chat, quickly seeming to forget about the droopy-diapered, pacifier Sierra. Not that she had anything to contribute, since she knew almost nothing about cheerleading, but she felt like they were talking over her head, like she really was nothing more than a silly little toddler. Which, she supposed Courtney did seem to think she was.

She watched them for a few moment, then glanced over, towards the doorway she could see to the outside. It was a ways off, and she couldn't really see outside, but she was pretty sure that was the one that led to the bus stop. If she could get out there, then maybe she'd get lucky, and the bus would be there, waiting, and she could hop on, get away from Haley, and figure out what she was going to tell her landlady about what she was wearing once she got there. At least the plastic pants weren't on her, so she might be able to find somewhere to hide and get the diapers off, not that she had anything else to change into, other than the diapers Haley had just stocked her bag with.

Haley still had her ID, too, but that was okay. Sierra could go home, get her wand, rest up, and go get it back some other time. Or she could get another one, and stay away from Haley. Revenge might be nice, sure, but it was probably safer to just keep her distance.

She sucked on her pacifier, following the leash from her back, up to Haley's hand. That was the only thing stopping her. If she could get that away without Haley noticing, there was no way the girl could call security before she got outside. She could definitely catch Sierra, if it came to a race, which meant she had to get the leash away, and give the girl no reason to suspect she had.

She inched closer to Haley, ensuring there was plenty of slack on the leash, then, after making sure Courtney wasn't watching, since she was facing her way, mumbled a spell. Nothing happened, so she tried again, this time getting a, "What was that, Sierra?"

Sierra looked up at Haley, trying to appear as sweet and innocent as possible, shaking her head. "Is this boring for you, sweetie?" she asked. "Why don't just you sit down?"

Sierra blushed, imagining sitting down on the floor in her oatmeal-filled diaper. She shook her head again. "Oh, are you interested?" Haley smiled. "Do you want to be a cheerleader, too, when you grow up?" Sierra nodded, just trying to make the girl happy so she wouldn't suspect anything. "How sweet," she chuckled. "You can listen, then, just be quiet, okay? Us big girls are talking."

Sierra let them go back to it, then took the pacifier out long enough to murmur the magic words, able to speak quieter when she wasn't trying to mumble around it. This time, when she gestured with her other hand, she saw the leash sliced in two, just like she wanted, separating her from her tormentor.

She left the pacifier in, not wanting to drop it, or do anything else that might make noise, and turned, shuffling slowly away, afraid to move too quickly and have her diaper crinkle give her away. She felt a smile forming on her face as she got closer and closer to the door, feeling more and more certain she'd done it this time, that she was going to be triumphant...

"Sierra!" She winced, freezing for a moment at the sound of Haley's voice. She didn't dare turn to see how far she'd actually gotten from the cheerleaders, just broke into a run, knowing she might not get another chance this good again.

She could hear them coming up behind her, as she struggled to move quickly in her full diaper, in nowhere near as good a shape as the other two, her legs much shorter than theirs. She reached out an arm, ready to shove the door out of her way and dash outside, seeing it there in front of her, so close...

"Gotcha!" Courtney exclaimed, yanking her up off her feet by the straps on her shortalls, stopping her dead in her tracks, feet stopping their flailing as her shortalls were pulled up tightly against her bottom, squishing the oatmeal around her bottom, so recently fresh and clean. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Please," Sierra spit the pacifier out. "J-Just let me go! You don't understand, she..!"

"I am very upset with you, young lady," Haley shook her head, bending down to pluck the pacifier up, keeping it in her hand as she crossed her arms. "I thought you learned your lesson the first time! And look at this!" She held up the cut leash. "You destroyed it! Do you know how much that cost?"

"I've seen something here that might be better for her," Courtney said, finally setting Sierra down, though she clamped her hand tightly around Sierra's, Haley moving to the other side and doing the same. "I'll show you where it is."

At first, Sierra wasn't sure what it was, even looking at it. Courtney opened the package, fastening one of what seemed initially like a pair of bracelets around Sierra's wrist. It was pretty big, and thick, and she definitely didn't like the sound of the click it made when Courtney pushed it closed.

"Here," she offered the other bracelet to Haley, and, as she held it up, Sierra realized the wire in the package, all coiled up and coated in plastic to keep it from cutting into anyone if it got wrapped around them, was attached to each of the bracelets, holding the two wearers together, much closer than the leash. She wouldn't have to hold Haley's hand while it was on, but she'd be stuck so close to her side, she might as well.

"And here's the key," Courtney pulled it out of the packaging. "Hers locks automatically," she nodded towards Sierra, who immediately began fumbling with the bracelet, stomach sinking when she realized it was true. "You can lock yours or not, depending on if you think she's brave enough to try and get it off you without you noticing."

"Maybe we'd better," Haley took it, sticking it into her own bracelet and turning, producing another click. "Just in case." Then, she slid the key into her purse, well out of Sierra's grasp.

"I'll go pay for this," Courtney held up the packaging. "Since you took care of my samples for me."

"You're so sweet," Haley smiled. "Say thank you, Sierra." When Sierra stayed silent, she felt her arm being tugged downwards so Haley could swat her on the bottom.

"Thanks!" Sierra squealed, blushing as Haley grabbed her hand, leading her back out into the mall.

"You are a real troublemaker," Haley shook her head, seeming not to notice as Sierra blushed and squirmed beside her, trying to tug at the rear of her shortalls, to make the lump in her diaper less obvious, and trying to reach the zipper on her backpack to hide the rest of the diapers. "You're lucky you're too much of a baby to take another spanking today."

Sierra stayed quiet, struggling to keep up with Haley, until she noticed the bathroom sign, and tugged at the cheerleader's hand. "C-Can we stop there, please, Ms. Haley?" she pouted.

"What for?" Haley asked, patting Sierra's bottom again, a little softer this time, not stopping, or even slowing down. "You don't need anything in there. Your potty is right here."

It hadn't been all that long, really, but Sierra's bladder was starting to feel quite full again. With everything else, it had been the least of her worries, but all that soda was really catching up with her. "Please?" she sniffled. "J-Just this once?"

"I don't have time for that," Haley claimed.

"Th-Then, please, j-just let me go," Sierra suggested. "H-Haven't you done enough? You can go do whatever you need to do, and..."

"Oh, no," Haley smiled. "I still have some plans for you, baby girl."

Sierra's eyes widened as she looked forward, saw where they were. She'd been so distracted, she hadn't been paying attention to where they were going, but now, she recognized it, and immediately wished she hadn't. They were back near the sports store. Her eyes immediately looked inside, her cheeks darkening when she realized he was finally there, chatting with a customer as he rang them up.

"N-No," Sierra shook her head, watching in horror as Haley began to lead her closer to the entrance. "I-I don't wanna go there!"

"What?" Haley shook her head, chuckling. "Why are you so concerned about coming here, silly? You seemed so obsessed with it earlier! And honestly, I'd think, after everything else, it wouldn't be..." She followed Sierra's gaze, an evil smile forming on her face. "Oh. I see."

Sierra blushed even deeper, hoping Haley had spotted something else, and assumed that was it. This was all so wrong! She was supposed to have her Victoria's Secret bag, to prove she was a big girl! Now, she was holding hands with someone who made her look, and feel, positively tiny, with diapers spilling out of her backpack, and a pair of very full Pampers around her waist, her shortalls barely to keep them, or the fact that there was something big and mushy and squishy in the back, a secret. There was still oatmeal on her shirt, too, slowly drying, making her look all the more childish.

She couldn't let this happen! She knew she hadn't messed herself, not this time, anyway, and Haley knew that, but he wouldn't, and, if it came up, she was positive Haley wouldn't tell him the truth. There was no way he wouldn't notice, either. He might not bring it up, but it would be hard for him to miss.

"I-I'll pay for another change," she blurted out.

"Oh, really?" Haley raised an eyebrow. "Already?"

"Yes!" Sierra nodded. "I-It's not fair, you just changed me, and then you made it all messy and sticky and icky again, a-and I just want a clean diaper!"

"A clean what?" Haley asked.

"A clean Pamper!" Sierra didn't bother protesting. It was plainly visible Haley had bought more of the thicker, pink diapers she'd used before, so it wasn't true, but she was being changed out of a Pamper, so it wasn't worth arguing, especially when she knew she'd leave. "I-I just want a clean Pamper, okay, Ms. Haley?"

"All right," Haley shrugged. "Seems like a waste to me, since you just got this one, so I think I'll have to charge a little extra."

"F-Fine," Sierra said, although that definitely worried her. "How much?"

Haley grinned, looking like she'd been waiting for Sierra to ask her that for hours. "Thirty-two dollars," she grinned. "And fifty-nine cents."

If there had been any doubt Haley had been in her purse before to steal her ID, Sierra was positive of it now. She didn't know exactly how much she had, but it was close to that, and the confidence with which Haley had said it made her sure the amount quoted was exactly what she had left. If she did this, she'd have no money left for the bus home. She'd have to call her landlady to pick her up, or find some other way back. If she didn't, though... She glanced back towards the store, blushing as she saw him again.

"Well?" Haley asked, staring down at her. "What's it going to be?"