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She felt a wave of relief as she realized they were in the women's bathroom this time, instead of the family one, so Haley had to take her back to the handicap stall for a changing table, giving them a little privacy, in case anyone came in after them. It was nice, almost another bathroom itself, with a toilet, the changing table folded into the wall, and even a sink, and plenty of space.<br /><br />"A discount?" Haley smirked, closing and locking the stall door and unlocking her wristband so she could move around a little easier. "I don't offer coupons, sweetie."<br /><br />"But you didn't use your own diapers!" Sierra pointed out. "That was part of why it was so expensive, wasn't it? So I should get a little back from that!"<br /><br />"I still had to change someone's poopy Pamper," Haley countered, getting the backpack off Sierra, and getting her out of the shortalls. "If you don't think I deserve some compensation for that, you've clearly never had to do it yourself."<br /><br />"I've babysat plenty of times!" Sierra told her, blushing at the incredulous look Haley gave her. "I have!" she stomped, not liking the implication that there was no way anyone would leave her in charge of a child. "But!" she moved on, unable to hide her grin, certain she had Haley now. "If that's what the money was for, then I should get a discount this time, because you know I didn't really use this diaper!"<br /><br />"I don't know that," Haley said, patting the crotch of the diaper. "It's been a couple minutes, and that's more than enough time for a little fountain like you to use it again."<br /><br />"I didn't!" Sierra shook her head. "B-But even if I did, I didn't mess myself again! You know it's just oatmeal!"<br /><br />"Maybe," Haley shrugged. "But I have to use one of the diapers I just bought this time, and those aren't cheap."<br /><br />"Then you shouldn't have put me in both of the ones that lady gave you at once!" Sierra rolled her eyes. With just one, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. It would have been embarrassing to stand there, in front of him, with a load in her diaper, fake or not, but it might not have been so big and thick that she couldn't keep it hidden under her shortalls. It wouldn't smell, either, so there was no real way for him to know, unless Haley did something mean. "Or dumped all the oatmeal down the back! That wasn't my fault!"<br /><br />"Somebody is feeling sassy," Haley raised an eyebrow. "Should I put you down for a nap? There are some display cribs back at the baby store. I could put you in one of those just like this, and leave you there." <br /><br />Sierra blushed, looking down at herself in her t-shirt and sagging Pampers. "I-I'm sorry, Ms. Haley," she mumbled, not wanting to be marched back across the mall to see if the cheerleader was bluffing or not. <br /><br />"I'd say you owe me extra for arguing," Haley told her, reaching into her backpack to get out her purse, unzipping it and pulling out the money, "but you don't have any more, do you?"<br /><br />There was no point pretending otherwise. She could act like there was a hidden pocket in her backpack, and conjure up some counterfeit stuff, but Haley would probably see her doing it, and, even if she didn't, without the help of her wand, it would probably look little better than some strips of construction paper with crayon scribblings on them. "No, Ms. Haley," she shook her head.<br /><br />"Do you know what that means?" Haley picked her up, unfolding the changing table and setting her down on it, giggling when she saw Sierra squirm as she sank into the mass of oatmeal around her bottom. "Whatever happens now, you're at my mercy, little girl," Haley grinned, as if that hadn't been the case all along, really. "I'll change you when I'm good and ready, and not a moment before." <br /><br />That shouldn't have been as scary as it was. After the suppositories, Sierra should have felt confident she wouldn't be having another one of those accidents that day, but after all the fiber, and all the oatmeal and cereal, she wasn't sure if the queasiness starting to build up in her tummy was from almost encountering him in a 'full' diaper, or the rumblings of something worse.<br /><br />"I-I know," Sierra nodded.<br /><br />"Good," Haley pushed her onto her back, untaping the diaper and cleaning her off. "I don't think I've ever had two diaper changes so close to one another," she teased. "You must be the biggest baby I know."<br /><br />"I'm not...!" Sierra began to protest, only to stop, cheeks red, at the sound of the outer bathroom door opening, and two girls chattering as they walked in.<br /><br />"Such a big, cute, baby," Haley cooed, seeing that Sierra didn't dare speak up, not wanting to give these other people reason to think there was anything other than a real baby in the far stall. "A big, cute, stinky baby. Look at how big this diaper is!" She lifted the folded-up remains of Sierra's Pampers, weighing them in her hand. "You really did a number on it, didn't you?"<br /><br />Sierra glared silently at her, blushing despite the protection of the bathroom stall. The thin walls were keeping her from being seen, but she was still far too close to those other people for her comfort. <br /><br />"That's okay," Haley continued, pulling out one of the pink diapers, sliding it under Sierra's backside. It hadn't been long, but Sierra had already forgotten how thick the things were, and she couldn't help gasping as her red bottom was deposited back onto it. "I have plenty more for you, because I wouldn't expect anything more from a big, cute, silly, stinky baby like you! You look so adorable in them, I might never let you get potty trained! What do you think, Sierra? Do you want to be my little diaper baby forever?" <br /><br />Sierra winced, hearing her name used, even though it wasn't so unusual a name that she thought, even if she knew the other people in the bathroom, they'd be able to tell it was her. Thankfully, she heard one of the other toilets flush, followed by a second, and a pair of sinks start running, signalling they were almost ready to leave. She could still faintly hear them chatting and giggling, but there was no reason for her to think it was directed at her, although, in the moment, it definitely felt that way.<br /><br />"I'd better give you lots of powder!" Haley said as she did just that. "I don't want you getting a rash! And I want you to smell nice and sweet, for a few minutes, anyway. We both know it won't last long!"<br /><br />As Haley massaged it into Sierra's crotch, Sierra listened, waiting for the outside door to close before she begged, "Can I please just use the toilet while I'm here, Ms. Haley? It's right there!"<br /><br />"What?" Haley chuckled. "You're wearing your potty, silly! I thought, after how many times you've used it, you realized that by now! You're a little slow at more than just learning to keep your pants dry, aren't you?"<br /><br />Sierra blushed as Haley taped the diaper up, lifting her down off the table, leaving the used diaper rolled up on top, and leading her to the door. "Wait!" Sierra whined, reaching for her bag, and her shortalls. "My stuff!"<br /><br />"We're not leaving, silly," Haley shook her head. "I just have things to do, so you're going to stay right here, so you don't get into trouble while I do them."<br /><br />She took the open wristband and wrapped it around the stall's door handle, locking it into place. When she turned, Sierra desperately tugged on it, pulling it up and down, but the pull handle had no hidden breaks or holes, leaving her trapped there. She whimpered, staring at the toilet, no more than a couple feet away, yet well out of her reach.<br /><br />"Why can't I just go while you're washing your hands?" Sierra whined. <br /><br />"You can," Haley told her. "Just go pee-pee in your Pampers, Sierra! It's going to happen anyway!"<br /><br />Sierra stomped her foot, tugging at the door again. She could reach up and unlock the door, of course, but she'd still be attached to it, and all that would do was let her step out into the main bathroom, where someone could walk in at any moment, as was demonstrated by the sound of the outside door swinging shut yet again, shutting her up.<br /><br />She didn't hear anything else for a moment over the sound of the sink running, so she assumed it must just be one woman, or somebody had changed their mind. She wasn't sure which until, finally, she heard another stall door close, making her glad she hadn't bet on the latter and started to beg again.<br /><br />Haley was spending an awfully long time at the sink, especially when it had only been a fake messy diaper. Sierra was starting to get suspicious, but she never would have anticipated what she saw when the girl turned around. She couldn't help herself, yelping out a desperate, "No!", despite the person in the other stall.<br /><br />"Oh, yes, Sierra," Haley grinned, advancing towards her. "If you aren't going to take a nap to try and improve your attitude, this is the next best thing." <br /><br />"No, it isn't!" Sierra stomped her foot. <br /><br />"Yes, it is," Haley promised. "It'll clean all that nasty attitude right out of you."<br /><br />"Haley..." Sierra sniffled, watching the cheerleader hang it up on the coat hook beside the door, holding up the well-lubricated nozzle for Sierra to see before turning her around, sliding down her diaper, and pushing it inside the girl. "Please..."<br /><br />"Oh, sorry," Haley smirked, shrugging. "That's Ms. Haley to you." She undid the clamp all the way, sending a torrent of water rushing down the hose, into Sierra's bottom, making the girl squeal and squirm in discomfort, not ready for the full force right away. <br /><br />Sierra had gotten plenty of enemas before, but being out in public made it seem worse. So did the bag itself, which was clear, rather than the normal red, letting her see, plain as day, how much was in it, waiting to gush into her as she whimpered, nibbling her lip, praying the other person didn't figure out what was happening. The coat hook was rather high, after all, and it was possible, if she looked in their direction, she'd see the bag hanging there over the top of the door, and know there was a naughty little girl being punished in there.<br /><br />For as fast as the flow seemed to be, it didn't look like the water level in the bag was going down all that quickly, telling Sierra there was an awful lot in there, and that she definitely didn't want to wind up with all of it in her, if she could help it. "M-Ms. Haley," she sniffled softly, wiggling in place, feeling her already full tummy starting to bloat slightly already, "I-I'm really sorry..."<br /><br />"You keep saying that," Haley shook her head. "But you keep misbehaving anyway. I'm so glad I decided to pick this up in the store. I had a feeling it would work wonders on you."<br /><br />Sierra heard a toilet flush, a sink run, and the door close, letting her breathe a tiny bit easier, competing with the seemingly non-stop river of water coming from the nozzle, which was making her struggle to keep from panicking, knowing with every passing moment that it would be harder to hold it in, and that the resulting mess would be bigger when she inevitably failed.<br /><br />"Pl-Please, Ms. Haley," she groaned. "I-I messed myself already earlier, a-and then you put all that oatmeal in it as soon as you changed me! P-Please don't make me do it again right after I got a clean Pamper! I-It feels like my P-Pampers have been full all day!" <br /><br />"I'd think someone like you would be used to that by now," Haley patted her on the head. "If not, I guess it's a good thing I found you, so I could help you with that. If you're going to be walking around in diapers at your age, you might as well be using them. It's a waste otherwise, isn't it?"<br /><br />"You're the one who put me in diapers!" Sierra stomped her foot.<br /><br />"No, Sierra, I'm not," Haley shook her head, stalking back to Sierra's backpack, grabbing out the plastic bag with her wet trainers, returning as Sierra heard the main door opening again. "You were wearing these. These aren't big girl panties, are they?" Sierra shook her head, flinching as Haley shoved the bag towards her. "And they were soaked when I found you, weren't they? Maybe I put you in the diaper, because I didn't trust you to be able to do it properly on your own, but you earned your way into it. And your bratty behavior has earned you this."<br /><br />She gave the enema bag a squeeze, making the water gush out even faster, which got a squeal and a squirm from Sierra, no matter how hard she was trying to stay quiet, and keep anyone from looking in the direction of her stall. She could hear a giggle from outside, and, unlike last time, she couldn't convince herself it was unrelated to what the person had overheard.<br /><br />"Now," Haley told her, "you stay here and think about how you're going to improve your attitude from now on. I'm going to use the bathroom like a big girl does. Maybe you should take some notes."<br /><br />Sure enough, she slid her skirt, bloomers, and skimpy panties down, sitting down on the toilet Sierra had begged her to be allowed to use. Sierra pouted, wincing and pressing a hand to her diaper as a cramp hit her already, before the bag was even half empty. She heard the outside door open again, letting some more women in, keeping her from fuming quite as audibly about how unfair this was. She was the one who had needed the bathroom! She'd asked to come in here, hoping, partially, that she might be able to avoid an immediate wet accident once she was in her new diaper! Now, Haley was getting to use the toilet, and her bottom was getting filled, to ensure it wouldn't be long before she had an even bigger, more humiliating accident in it!<br /><br />"I'm sure your diapers are nice and soft and comfy, Sierra," Haley told her, and the rest of the bathroom, considering how loud she was being, "but look at how convenient big girl panties are! I can't just go anywhere like you, but once I go, I can just wipe myself clean and go on my way." She demonstrated. "I don't have to make someone else clean me up and put me in a new Pamper!"<br /><br />She chuckled at Sierra's low growl of annoyance, and the sounds of amusement from outside. Sierra nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a light tap on the door behind her, looking behind herself, cheeks red. "She's right, Sierra," an unfamiliar voice added. "We all have to grow up sometime."<br /><br />"Thanks!" Haley called through the door as she washed her hands, while Sierra was too busy blushing and cringing, glad Haley, for once, didn't make her say thank you as well. "It takes a village, right? Honestly, with this one, I think it might take a state or two."<br /><br />"I'm sure she'll get there eventually," the woman on the other side told her, as if she was the one who needed comforting now. <br /><br />"I know," Haley sighed dramatically. "It's not like she'll still be in diapers in her twenties or anything," she smirked, looking Sierra right in the eyes. "It just feels like we'll never get there some days."<br /><br />Haley glanced up at the enema bag, seeing how much was left, then took out her phone, sitting back on the toilet. Sierra wasn't sure if she was just scrolling through Instagram, or taking more pictures of her, but, even if it was the latter, there wasn't much she could do about it. <br /><br />Sierra waited, hoping people would stop coming in, but the flow of women was staying as constant as the flow of water snaking its way through her, and she just had to close her eyes and pretend she was alone with Haley. "M-Ms. Haley," she whimpered, "C-Can we stop? I-I've learned my lesson, o-okay? I-I can't do any more!"<br /><br />"Oh, sweetie," Haley barely looked up from her phone, "you just have to believe in yourself."<br /><br />"I-I can't!" Sierra put one hand on her very full tummy, looking back at the enema bag, really not fond of knowing exactly how much was left. <br /><br />She did, though, somehow, anxiously watching the water level slowly go down, until, finally, the bag was hanging limp and empty. "I-It's done," Sierra pointed out, when Haley didn't move for what felt, to her, like several minutes, although it was probably more like a few seconds. <br /><br />"See?" Haley got up, smiling as she walked over, giving Sierra stomach a pat, making the girl groan, struggling to keep from expelling all of it right away. "I knew you could do it!"<br /><br />She reached into Sierra's diaper, taking out the nozzle. "Hold it!" she ordered. "If you can keep it all inside until I'm done cleaning up, you can use the potty."<br /><br />"Really?" Sierra's eyes widened, shocked at the offer. After all that, she hadn't expected Haley to just let her do that. Seeing him in diapers would still be worse than her usual trainers, but if she wasn't having to worry constantly about messing them while she waited for Haley to do whatever she wanted in the store, she could make do.<br /><br />"Sure," Haley nodded, taking the enema bag and hose over to the sink, rinsing and cleaning everything off. Despite all her experience, Sierra still thought it would be simple, that it would only take a minute or two, but it took far less than that for the cramps to return. She'd felt them several times towards the end of the enema, and, without the nozzle, and the water flowing in, she was afraid any one of them might have made her lose control.<br /><br />Now, without that, they felt so much worse. She gasped as the first hit, squirming frantically, clenching her bottom together, terrified that, despite her efforts, she was still going to feel something push its way out. She wanted to tell Haley to hurry, but, even if she could have unclenched her jaw long enough for that, she was afraid that would make the cheerleader change her mind. <br /><br />Haley finished up, putting everything back in the bag she'd gotten it out of, and turned back towards Sierra, who was sweating now, but still clean, somehow. She'd never been good at holding enemas, and this was one of the biggest she'd ever had to deal with, but she was managing to hold on, knowing relief was within her grasp.<br /><br />"Oh, look at that," Haley held her phone back up. "A text!"<br /><br />Sierra groaned, wriggling as she watched the girl look at her phone again. Sierra clamped her hand to the back of her diaper, bouncing in place, knowing her diaper was being very loud and crinkly, for the rest of the occupants of the restroom to hear, but well beyond caring at that point.<br /><br />"There," Haley finished, walking over to Sierra, patting her tummy again, then, as the girl whined and squirmed from that, moving on to her diaper, checking it thoroughly. "Wow," she nodded, "Impressive. You can make it a whole two minutes." Sierra was pretty sure it had been longer than that, but she wasn't about to argue with anything in the moment. "All right, then," Haley shrugged. "You can use the potty now, Sierra."<br /><br />"Thank you, Ms. Haley!" Sierra blurted out. "I-I'm sorry I called you mean before!"<br /><br />"That's all right," Haley smiled, looking down at her. "Go on."<br /><br />Sierra frowned, tugging at the wristband, in case Haley had unlocked the one around the door handle without her noticing. She hadn't. "U-Umm..." she frowned, tugging again, and again. "M-Ms. Haley..."<br /><br />"Go on, Sierra," Haley gestured. "It's right there. All you have to do is walk over and sit down."<br /><br />Sierra glared up at her, realizing what was really happening now. She opened her mouth angrily, and Haley shoved the pacifier, still slightly wet from where Haley had washed it off, inside, holding it there to keep her from saying anything, informing anyone who might be listening of what was really going on in their stall.<br /><br />"Sierra, it's up to you," Haley let out a long-suffering sigh. "I know you have to make poopies. The potty is so close! Just walk over and use it instead of your diaper! Please?" Sierra stomped her foot, nostrils flaring, but Haley even twisted that against her. "Honestly, Sierra! Do you really like pooping your Pampers that much, that you won't even try the potty? Not even for me?"<br /><br />Sierra tried in vain to yank herself free from the wristband, to take advantage of the offer, but, of course, by now, she knew Haley had never intended for her to be able to do it. She could look at it, so close she could almost touch it, but not near enough to do her any good, or allow her to keep from having yet another mortifying accident in her diapers.<br /><br />"Fine, then," Haley shrugged. "Do what you want. But don't expect a change anytime soon, little missy!" Sierra's lip quivered when she saw Haley bringing the shortalls back over to her, seeing them as the end of this conversation, and of any hope she had of keeping her pants clean for more than a few more minutes, if she could even last that long. She mumbled softly behind her paci, until, to her surprise, Haley took it out. "Yes, sweetie?" she asked. "I'm proud of you for not trying to take this out yourself, so tell me what you wanted to say."<br /><br />"P-Please, Ms. Haley," she sniffled. "D-Don't make me mess my P-Pampers again."<br /><br />"Aww," Haley wiped a tear off Sierra's cheeks. "I promise, sweetie, nobody really minds. You don't have to be upset."<br /><br />"I-I mind!" Sierra told her.<br /><br />"Okay, okay," Haley gave her a hug. "I think I can help you out, if that's what you want." Sierra nodded, actually foolish enough to believe at first, as Haley slid her diaper down, that the other girl was telling the truth. She heard the strange squelching noise behind her, as Haley kept hugging her, keeping her from turning around, but it wasn't until a moment later, when she felt something large being pushed into her bottom that she realized it was the sound of a plug being lubed up.<br /><br />"Hey!" Sierra squealed, feeling the invasive mass sliding inside her, held in place when Haley pulled the snug diaper back up over it. It felt so big and strange, and uncomfortable, but, before she could try to do anything about it, Haley had wiped her hands up and forced her legs into the shortalls, pulling them up and buttoning up the straps, putting another layer between Sierra's free hand and the thing in her bottom.<br /><br />"That's what you wanted, isn't it, Sierra?" Haley teased, unlocking the wristband on the door handle so she could get Sierra's backpack, diapers still poking out from the top, on her, then locking it around her own wrist to keep the girl close. "That should help! You won't have an accident with that! Your enema can just stay in you, and keep working its magic, and get you all the cleaner once you beg me to take it out so you can use your Pampers anyway."<br /><br />Sierra wanted to tell her she wouldn't do that, but then another cramp came. Haley's timing couldn't have been better, as it took Sierra by surprise, and she felt the plug starting to slide out of her before she could stop the mudslide brewing in her tummy, only to halted in place by her diaper. She didn't use her diaper, but that just meant she was going to be getting more of those cramps, and they'd be getting worse.<br /><br />"Pick that up," Haley led Sierra over to the changing table, and her previous diaper, still sitting there. "I'm going to teach you to clean up after yourself."<br /><br />Before Sierra could say anything the pacifier was back in her mouth. Sierra winced as she stepped forward, each movement making the enema seem to slosh around inside her, and reminding her of the plug there, and, of course, the thick diaper crinkling between her legs. She picked up the Pamper, turning towards the trash can right beside the changing table, wishing she could speak so she could ask why Haley hadn't put it in there to begin with, instead of keeping it out.<br /><br />"No, no," Haley shook her head, grabbing Sierra's other hand and leading her out of the stall. "Not in there."<br /><br />Sierra kept her face down as she shuffled through the bathroom, hoping nobody in there had been outside for long, although, between seeing the diaper she was holding, and how poofy the crotch of her shortalls were, they probably could have guessed at least part of what had happened anyway. <br /><br />"Not there, either," Haley pulled her away from the trash can by the sinks, taking her out in to the main mall, heading back in the direction of the sports store again, a grin on her face making it quite obvious where she was going to let Sierra get rid of the lumpy, clearly well-used Pamper.