"This is her?" one of the girls looked at Haley incredulously, after taking in the sight of Sierra, standing there in her uniform and messy diaper. Sierra blushed. All of them looked so pretty, but they'd never think of Sierra as their equal after seeing her like this. All they'd see her as now was a baby!

"I know she doesn't look like much," Haley admitted, "but she begged and begged. I couldn't say no to this little face!" She reached down, pinching Sierra's cheeks. "I worked with her on an easy routine, so hopefully she'll remember it. Either way, the audience is going to love it!"

"You are just so sweet with these girls, letting them live out their little cheering dreams!" another cheerleader exclaimed, making Sierra wonder how many times this had happened, as the girl walked over to her, bending down. "Hi, there, Sierra," she beamed. "I'm Billie, and... Uh-oh!" she wrinkled her nose. "I think she needs a change, Haley!"

As humiliating as it was, standing around with all these other girls, around her age but who looked so much hotter and more mature than her, with her diaper sticking out, this was definitely an advantage. If Haley was supposedly so good with 'kids', she wouldn't say no to that, would she? Sierra might get a fresh diaper after all!

"I wish," Haley shrugged. "I've never met someone her age who loves her Pampers so much, especially the messy ones. You'd think she'd be embarrassed, but no! She knew I was down to my last diaper, but she refused to use the potty anyway, so I guess this is how she wants to do the show!"

Sierra grumbled behind her pacifier, looking to Courtney, hoping she'd contradict what Haley had said, since she must have known Haley bought more diapers. Instead, when she spoke up, she said, "She's cute, but she's a total brat. Just make sure to keep her away from food, unless you have a spare uniform with you."

Sierra growled, turning to point out the diapers sticking out of her backpack, but, magically, Haley had apparently finally been able to get it zipped up, even with her old outfit in there, too. Sierra suspected she could have done it all along, but had waited until now, to have an excuse for not changing her. Sierra tried to reach behind herself to open it back up, only for Haley to swat her hand away. "Sit still, you can have your toys later," she said.

"Hey," Billie told her, seeing the grumpy look on Sierra's face at being thwarted, "I'm sorry if I made you feel bad. It's okay if you like your poopy Pampers. My little brother was the same way, and it took forever to potty train him, too, but I still loved him, and I still think you're a cutie!" She tickled Sierra's bare stomach, earning a giggle despite Sierra's best efforts. "You'll get it one day! You just aren't ready yet!"

"Such sage wisdom," another girl teased.

"It's because she was the last one of us to be in diapers herself," Courtney chimed in.

"Billie's our youngest member," Haley explained to Sierra. "She's only nineteen! Well, youngest except for you, of course." She grinned, watching Sierra squirm, realizing she'd been getting comforted by someone younger than her. "You're on the team for today, and obviously you're much littler than that, aren't you?"

Sierra didn't answer, other than a tiny squeak as Haley gave her diaper a pat. "All right, girls, we should move, so there are more seats for people who came to watch. Let's head over by the stage for a little last minute meeting, okay?"

Sierra had no choice but to go with them, although Haley stopped at the steps leading up to the stage with her, unlocking her side of the wristband and fastening it to the railing. "Sit here while the big girls talk," she ordered, repeating a stern, "Sit," when Sierra tried to protest behind her paci. She didn't move until Sierra had reluctantly lowered herself onto the floor, wrinkling her nose as the mess squished under her bottom, and between her legs, reminding her again of how humiliating a situation she was really in.

She watched Haley strut over to the rest of the cheerleaders, talking quietly, though still glancing over in her direction pointedly whenever she tried to stand up. Sierra blushed and squirmed, tugging with her wristband, feeling like this was a good chance to try to run away. The wire holding the two cuffs together seemed quite sturdy, though, and probably wouldn't split with the same spell she'd used on the leash. She was too scared to try to spell on her cuff, with her wrist underneath it, but, looking at the one around the rail, she had a feeling it was too strong as well, anyway.

What was she going to do?! She could see a small crowd starting to form, and she couldn't imagine toddling onstage in her dirty diaper to 'perform' for them, with no idea what to do, other than be on display for a few minutes, tugging awkwardly on her skirt, hoping they somehow didn't notice the sag in her diaper, knowing that any mothers or fathers in the audience, or big brothers or sisters, would probably spot it in an instant.

Unless, of course, her diaper wasn't messy. She sucked on her pacifier thoughtfully, pondering. When the diaper had been put on her, it had been clean. She wasn't sure how long ago that had been, but it had also been clean back when she'd first come to the mall, when it was still sitting in its package at the baby store. If she could just reverse the state of it somehow, she'd be fine, at least as long as it didn't somehow come untaped and leave her half-naked.

That wasn't going to be an easy spell. It would have been challenging even with her wand, but it was worth the risk. Haley might get mad at her, but what could she do? Obviously, Sierra would still be tied to the railing, so she couldn't have gone anywhere, and Haley had taken the backpack with her, so she couldn't have used one of Haley's diapers to change herself. Maybe she'd think she was going crazy, and had imagined that last 'accident'. There was no way she could make Sierra mess herself again before the show, however, so she'd be safe.

"Sierra!" Haley snapped as the witch started to take her pacifier out of her mouth to give the spell a try. "I'm still watching, little lady! That stays in!"

Sierra waited until Haley went back to talking to the others before trying again. This time, she heard the squeak of sneakers on tile, and Courtney was standing in front of her, hands on her hips. "I know you heard her," she said. "Do I need to stay over here and watch you?" Sierra shook her head, cursing under her breath as she watched the cheerleader walk back to her group. She was so close to outsmarting Haley, but there were too many other people over there, keeping an eye on her.

An opportunity hadn't presented itself before the squad came back over to the stairs, Haley unlocking Sierra's wristband, keeping a grip on her hand as they stood there, waiting, watching the clock. "Hey, look, Sierra," Haley grinned, pointing at the crowd. "Looks like Noah made it after all."

Sierra froze, staring in horror at the sight of the young man, standing at the edge of the crowd, waving to them. Haley beckoned for him to get closer to the stage, and he complied, stepping nearer, ensuring he'd have an even better view of Sierra and her stinky bottom.

Haley pulled Sierra up onto the stairs, the other girls filling in the space at the bottom, giving Sierra nowhere to run without bumping straight into all of them, as Haley stepped onto the stage, greeting the crowd with an introduction. Sierra looked down at the other girls, who were nervously shuffling, chatting quietly to one another, not paying any attention to her, though she knew that would change if she tried to push past them to freedom. She looked at Haley, up on stage, her speech surely about to come to a close, then at Noah, watching intently.

She took out her pacifier, quietly muttered her spell, ending it with a swish of her hand, and a satisfied smirk as she popped the pacifier back into her mouth. Sure enough, she could feel the mess in her diaper vanishing, the diaper growing snugger around her bottom as it emptied, certainly not mistakeable for panties, but much better than it had been before. She had enough time to wonder if there was time to change that, and turn them into underwear, or maybe bloomers, to fit in with the rest of the girls' uniforms, before she realized she'd made a huge mistake.

It wasn't just the diaper's state that had been reversed. All at once, she felt everything that had happened in her tummy happening all over again. She felt her fresh diaper start to grow soggy as all that soda from earlier, with the fiber, too, she had no doubt, reappeared, along with the oatmeal. She was sure she hadn't worked all of it out of her system yet, either, even with the enema, but, unfortunately, the spell hadn't undone any of that, so she was getting it all on top of what she'd already been forced to eat, or drink.

That was far from the worst thing, however. She squealed, hands on her belly as she felt the enema return, all at once. She looked down, positive she could see her tummy sticking out a little more now with all of it inside her, making her look like she had some of her baby fat back. She might have been imagining it, knowing they must be there, but she was sure she felt the suppositories, too, working their way up inside of her.

"No, no, no," she mumbled behind her pacifier, staring up in a panic as she felt a hand on hers, and looked up to see Haley standing there.

"Hey, hey," Haley told her gently. "It won't be that bad. Come on."

She took the pacifier out of Sierra's mouth, pushing her up onto the stage, sending her stumbling a few steps towards the center. Sierra stood there for a few moments, shell-shocked as she looked out at everyone watching, especially Noah, right there near the front. "Come on, Sierra!" Haley called from the side cheerfully, doing a few simple arm movements. "We went over this, sweetie! It starts with 'B'!"

Dazed, Sierra raised her arms, trying to copy what Haley was doing, hoping, somehow, she could get through it that way, and get offstage at least. "G-Gimme a..."

That was as far as Sierra could get before she couldn't hold it anymore. With a gasp, she felt her knees buckling, dropping her into a squat as her body pushed, and she felt her diaper begin to expand once more. "N-No," she squeaked, shaking her head, trying to stop it, biting her bottom lip as she clenched with all her might. It didn't do her any good, unfortunately. It just kept coming, as she filled her diaper to the brim with warm mush, standing in the middle of the stage, dumbfounded.

Haley let her finish up before striding up next to her, waving at the audience. "Well, give it a few more years," she joked, leading Sierra back offstage to some sympathy applause. The rest of the cheerleaders ran up the stairs as Haley took her down them, locking her back into the wristband on the railing.

"Would you rather go sit on Noah's lap?" Haley teased when Sierra whined. Sierra sat down, wrinkling her nose, but too humiliated and worn out to do anything else. "Good girl," Haley smirked. "You're learning your place. And one day you'll learn your cheer, too. It's really simple!" Haley stepped back, giving Sierra an example, quietly, while the other girls introduced themselves onstage. "Gimme a B-A-B-Y! What's that spell? Sierra!"

She tickled Sierra's tummy, gave her her pacifier, then ran up onto the stage, right on time. Sierra stared up at them, sucking away on the paci, wiggling in her extremely full diaper, having to admit that they really were very skilled. Even Haley, no matter how mean she was.

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It took everything in Sierra not to ask for a change as she stood there, in the bathroom, between the toilet and the changing table. She remembered what Haley had said last time, however, and she wasn't about to risk it again. She wanted out of this diaper eventually, and, it seemed, not asking was the best way to do that.

"You were such a hit," Haley told her, helping her out of the uniform, changing her into the PJs she'd bought her at the baby store. "Everyone talked about how cute you were, standing up there, looking so clueless, and then..." She gave Sierra's diaper a pat. "Well, you know. That fiber sure works fast, doesn't it?"

Sierra was glad to let her think that was what had happened, although, in reality, she knew a good deal of it was probably still in her, and was probably going to be making problems for her for a couple days, at least. That didn't bode well for her, even if she could figure out a way to get back home to the landlady in dry trainers.

"Well, you should get used to it," Haley said. "You can look forward to it happening just like that for the next couple days, at least. Honestly, I'll probably give you more in the morning to keep it going longer. That confused, panicked look on your face when it happened was so cute! I'm glad I had someone recording so I can watch it over and over."

Sierra blushed, hoping that, somehow, that wasn't true, the worry that, even if she knew it wouldn't be quite as bad, she might not be able to stop herself from messing her pants for a couple days, and the thought of Haley having a video of her 'routine', keeping her from thinking about, or even really noticing, the 'morning' comment.

"God, this is adorable!" Haley exclaimed, letting the ruffled diaper cover snap into place. Sierra blushed, looking down at it, knowing there was no way anyone could see it and, even without spotting the bits of diaper peeking out around the edges, not know what it was, and what she was wearing. "Tell me the truth, Sierra. This is the sort of thing you wear to bed all the time, isn't it? I mean, obviously you wear diapers to bed, so you must have all kinds of cute PJs like this."

"I-I don't wear diapers to bed," Sierra protested weakly.

"Oh, don't lie," Haley shook her head. "There's no point in that now. I know a bedwetter when I see one."

Sierra squirmed, the mess in her diaper shifting slightly with her. Did she know, somehow? She was getting better, but she could probably still technically be called that. "I-I don't do that anymore," Sierra said.

"Since when?" Haley teased. "Last night? A one-night dry streak doesn't count, sweetie. You'd better just be fibbing. You're going to need diapers for the next couple days. I very much doubt you'll be able to hold it, no matter how close your bedroom is to the bathroom. After looking after you today, I'd bet you'll barely be able to make it one step before you're helplessly pooping yourself, in whatever you're wearing, like the baby we both know you are. And wouldn't it be embarrassing for you if, the next time someone checks you in public, like I did earlier, they found your trainers all stained, and know you need them for a lot more than just the occassional little pee-pee accident, no matter what you try to tell them?"

The other cheerleaders were all still hanging around the food court when they returned, and they all oohed and awwed over Sierra's wardrobe change. Sierra, for her part, was practically glowing red, mortified that she'd just been led across the main mall like that. She actually missed the tiny cheerleader skirt, at least in comparison to a diaper cover that did next to nothing to disguise her bulging diaper butt, and, in fact, kept it prominently on display, the ruffles drawing attention to it, asking people to look, maybe give it a pat, or a check, like they would to any toddler they saw wearing it, about to be sent to bed. She had no doubt now that everyone she'd passed knew she was a properly Pampered little girl, or that most, if not all of them, had assumed, from the state of those Pampers, that she truly needed them.

"Sorry I can't go out with you all," Haley told the rest of the squad, "but she's all tuckered out after her little display and I need to get her into bed. I'll see you all at practice Monday!"

"C-Can I go now, too?" Sierra asked, as Haley headed off in the other direction from the rest of the girls. Haley had to be done with her now, didn't she?

"Weren't you paying attention, silly?" Haley shook her head. "I need to get you into bed. But first, as a reward for putting on such a good show..."

Sierra shook her head, blushing as Haley led her to the coin operated horsie ride, grimacing as the girl picked her up, setting her down on the hard saddle in her dirty diaper, putting a few coins into the slot and letting it start to move under her, bucking and bobbing gently. Not gently enough to stop it from being a very squishy, embarrassing ride, though, made even more-so by the hard seat that made her squirm on her still sore bottom. It was long, too, Haley refusing to let stop for more than a couple seconds, putting in more coins whenever it halted.

Sierra had no idea why she kept doing it, what she was waiting for, until, after a few rounds, she saw Noah walking towards them. "Tell you what, Sierra," Haley leaned in, whispering to the blushing girl, "Why don't you ask him for a change?"

"What?!" Sierra squealed cheeks reddening. "No!"

"All right," Haley shrugged, pushing the pacifier into her mouth. "That was your last chance for the day, but suit yourself. Hey, Noah!" she turned, before Sierra could protest, waving at him. "Guess you were able to get out after all."

"Yeah, my co-worker came in, and we're pretty slow today," he said. "Hi, Sierra," he smiled at her. "That was a... good first effort up there!"

"Wasn't it?" Haley patted the girl on the head as the horse continued to bounce. "One day, she might even make the squad! Once we get her potty trained, of course, if that ever happens."

"Oh, I'm sure it will," he chuckled. "Eventually."

"I was serious before," Haley told him. "I could always use someone else to sit for her, when I'm busy, and you're so good with her. I'm sure her Mommy won't mind. And maybe I could come over and keep you company sometime." Sierra squirmed, blushing as she watched Haley step a little closer to him, planting a kiss right on his lips. He seemed surprised, too, though he definitely didn't seem to mind nearly as much.

"She can be tough," Haley said, "so I understand if you don't want to. She loves telling crazy stories, and playing pretend, and she just throws such a fit whenever you have to change her out of her messy diapers. Even if you don't want to be in charge, I'm always up for a little company when I'm looking after her. In fact, she's staying over with me tonight. She'll be in bed extra early, since she's tired out from her show, but I'm sure we could think of something else to do."

"Y-You're not really taking me home, are you?" Sierra asked, once Noah left, and Haley let her off the horse, not even bothering with the wristband anymore, just holding her hand.

"Did you drive here?" Haley asked. "I didn't see anything that looked like a car key in your purse."

"N-No," Sierra admitted.

"And I know you don't have money for a bus or anything," Haley smirked. "Unless you want to hitch-hike home, I guess I'm your best option."

It really wasn't an option, though. Haley didn't let go of her until they'd gotten to her car, and strapped her into the booster seat in the back. "Wow, you fit in this perfectly," she teased. "Do you still have to ride in these?"

Sierra blushed, knowing that, even though she was well beyond the age limit for them, she was really just barely above the size limit, clearly not enough for it to be overly uncomfortable. Or, it wouldn't have been if not for the messy diaper she was wearing, and the spanked bottom beneath that.

"A-Actually," Sierra said, as Haley started to drive. "I live the other way..."

"Oh, that's too bad," Haley shrugged. "You can tell me all about it tomorrow, when I take you back. I doubt he's going to actually peek in to see if I was lying or not, but just in case, it'll be good to have you there."

"Y-You can't just take me," Sierra whined, tugging at the booster seat's straps. "That's kidnapping!"

"No," Haley smirked, "It's called babysitting. Don't worry, I'll take you back tomorrow. I'll even change you first, as long as you behave yourself. If not, it makes no difference to me. It's not like I'm the one who'll end up with diaper rash."

Even if she did get a change, Sierra worried what would happen if her landlady met Haley, and got to talking about why she was bringing Sierra back in a diaper. The girl really might end up as her babysitter, after all, she thought, nervously squirming in the booster seat. Even if she didn't talk to the landlady, Sierra still didn't like the idea that Haley would know where she lived.

Haley took Sierra into her bedroom with her, paying her little mind as she stripped out of her uniform and underwear, slipping into the lingerie she'd bought at Victoria's Secret earlier before leading the witch to her guest room. After everything else, it was hardly a surprise to see she had a crib there, or that there were restraints on the corners.

Haley put Sierra inside, even though she could still see the sun barely starting to set outside the window, locking the soft cuffs around her wrists and ankles, raising the bars as an extra, unnecessary, layer of security, making sure she was good and trapped, wiggling there in her messy diaper, unable to even more her hands to try and cast a spell, if she could have summoned the energy for it after that last one she'd done.

Sierra blushed as she heard the doorbell, and saw the smile creep across Haley's face. "Aww, don't look so sad, baby," she said, leaning over and kissing Sierra on the forehead, giving her her pacifier one last time for the day, which Sierra started to nurse automatically, making her feel ever so slightly better, until she thought about how babyish that was. "You wouldn't know what to do with him anyway, would you? A sweet little girl like you shouldn't be thinking about that kind of thing anyway. You should be thinking about how you can be a good girl for your babysitter, so that maybe you won't have to spend all night, every night, in poopy Pampers. That's about the best you can hope for, because you certainly won't be spending your night with him, will you?"

Sierra blushed as Haley gave her diaper one final pat, and a little rub. She hadn't even thought about spending a night with Noah. Honestly, even the kiss she'd seen him and Haley share had made her blush and squirm, thinking back to the kissing 'lesson' she'd been given, at that mysterious school. Maybe one day, she'd thought. For now, all she'd wanted was for him to know, or think, she didn't need training panties. Now, he, and plenty of other people, had seen her mess her Pampers, and if she even tried to go into Victoria's Secret again to give it another shot, she'd be risking a spanking, or some time trying to explain things to mall security, or both.

Haley chuckled, flipping on a nightlight and a softly tinkling mobile over the crib as she sauntered off, leaving a thoroughly humiliated Sierra to stew in her very full diapers, suck on her paci, and try not to think about what was happening outside the room, or how her simple plan to prove she was a big girl had gone so terribly, terribly wrong.


The End