Well, well, looks like a day isn't even the shortest wait between chapters ^-^ The weekend is pretty useful for that, as is having illustrations! This art was done by <a target="_self" href="https://www.deviantart.com/bestlia" ><img class="avatar" width="50" height="50" src="https://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/e/bestlia.gif?6" alt=":iconbestlia:" title="BestLia" /></a>, and commissioned by <a target="_self" href="https://www.deviantart.com/littlepissy" ><img class="avatar" width="50" height="50" src="https://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/i/littlepissy.png?5" alt=":iconlittlepissy:" title="Littlepissy" /></a>, who also helped with some ideas, and who the character of Haley belongs to.<br /><br /><br /><br />"Well, go on, Sierra," Haley gave her a push, taking the pacifier out of the girl's mouth. "Go ask him."<br /><br />Sierra winced, her hopes that maybe he wouldn't recognize her shattered when Haley used her name. She felt a tiny trickle of warmth start to soak into her diaper, but that was the least of her worries at the moment. There was still oatmeal on her shirt, which she didn't have a free hand to try and brush off, the pink diaper felt huge beneath her shortalls, even without the soaker pads from the first one she'd been put in, and, of course there was also the diaper in her hand.<br /><br />She gulped, heart thumping as she looked towards him, the hand holding the Pamper shaking. Her full, aching bottom was shaking, too, making tiny crinkles as she moved, but she couldn't bear to stop, since it distracted her, just a little, from what was happening inside her tummy. As long as it didn't look too much like the potty dance it was, she could live with it.<br /><br />"Oh, hey there," he smiled at her. "I haven't seen you for a while!"<br /><br />"Y-Yeah, I was just..." she tried desperately to think of an excuse that wasn't, 'I was trying to figure out how to show you I don't wear training panties'. Thankfully, Haley gave her another push, giving her an excuse to move on. "I-Is there a trash can I can use?"<br /><br />"Yeah, sure," he nodded, reaching down and grabbing a small one from behind the counter, holding it up for her. "What do you have there?" For a moment, she thought she'd gotten lucky, and he didn't know, but as she leaned forward to toss it away, she saw his eyebrows raised in recognition.<br /><br />"I-It's my little sister's!" Sierra blurted out, cringing as she waited for Haley to contradict her. Surprisingly, the cheerleader stayed quiet. "W-We just changed her, but the trash cans in the bathroom were all full."<br /><br />"I hate when that happens," he nodded. "You passed a couple on the way here, though. I mean, not that it's a big deal, my boss wanted me to change the bag in this anyway. Guess I'll just have to do it a little sooner so it doesn't start stinking."<br /><br />Sierra wished she had the courage to assure him it wouldn't, that there was only oatmeal in it, but she had a feeling Haley wouldn't let that one slide as easily. "I-I didn't notice them," she said instead, even though she'd tried to toss the diaper into every trash can in their path, only for Haley to pull her away and pat her on the diaper, and the plug underneath, making her squirm in discomfort.<br /><br />"I didn't know you had a sister!" he changed the subject. "Or is it sisters?" He looked up at Haley, Sierra's stomach twisting in a way that was very different from what the enema was doing to her.<br /><br />"M-My sister's..." Sierra struggled to think of an explanation, some reason why she would have just changed a little sister young enough to be in diapers, only to not be with her now.<br /><br />"Not me, obviously," Haley cut her off after a long moment of awkward silence. "Clearly I'm too big for diapers." Sierra blushed, cheeks darkening further as a cramp hit, leaving her a squirming mess for a few moments as she fought it off, diaper crinkling loudly as she squeezed her legs together, trying to be inconspicuous, and almost definitely failing. "I'm Haley, her babysitter. How do you know this little bundle of joy?"<br /><br />She reached down, tickling Sierra's tummy, which didn't help her at all. Sierra whimpered, gritting her teeth as her body did its best to empty itself, somewhat glad for the plug to stop it, other than the fact that it meant she got no real relief, even when the cramp ended.<br /><br />"Babysitter?" he wrinkled his forehead, and Sierra could have sworn she saw him glance downwards towards the trash, as if he were putting the pieces together. "I've never seen her with a babysitter before. She's always just hanging out here by herself, as far as I could tell."<br /><br />Sierra groaned, and Haley was happy to take advantage. "Oh, excuse me," she said. "We don't use that word, do we? She's just my little buddy! Whose Mommy pays me to look after her." She winked at him conspiratorily. "She's a sensitive little thing. I'm not surprised you've seen her without her other 'friends', she's also pretty slippery. That's why we got her this." She lifted up her arm with the bracelet, raising Sierra's with it. "Oh, and were you were for that Code Adam?"<br /><br />"No, but it almost made me late," he told her.<br /><br />"That was her, too," Haley shook her head. "Such a handful!"<br /><br />"Wow, I had no idea," he replied. "I mean, I knew she was young, but I thought she was old enough to be here on her own. I always thought she seemed pretty mature for her age." Sierra watched his eyes move towards Haley, in her cheerleader uniform, and blushed, knowing, in terms of 'maturity', she couldn't even start to compete with Haley. "I'm Noah, by the way."<br /><br />"If only you knew," Haley chuckled. "Nice to meet you." She grinned, shaking his hand, the very contact of their skin making Sierra uncomfortable, and strangely jealous. "Well, while I'm certainly glad to get rid of that diaper, that isn't really why we're in here today."<br /><br />"Oh? What can I do for you?" he asked. "We have lots of cheerleading supplies!"<br /><br />"And that's just what I need," she smiled, batting her eyes flirtily. "However did you guess?"<br /><br />"Just a hunch," he shrugged playfully. It wasn't lost on Sierra that he hadn't looked back towards her since getting his first good look at Haley, though, right now, she didn't want anyone to see her. "What exactly are you looking for?"<br /><br />"I'm actually wondering what you have in childrens' sizes," she said. <br /><br />Sierra probably should have put it together then, but her tummy was rumbling again, and it was hard to think about anything else. There was so much inside her, and she could feel it churning, struggling to get out. It had been hard to imagine wanting Haley to allow her to mess herself, and right in the store, back in the bathroom, but, already, she was willing to allow it.<br /><br />"Sierra, come on," Haley tugged at her hand when she didn't follow after her. <br /><br />Sierra saw Noah, walking ahead to lead them to where Haley wanted to go, pause and glance back, but even that wasn't enough to stop her from clutching Haley's hand and begged, "Please, Ms. Haley, p-please..."<br /><br />"We're going, silly," Haley told her, shaking her head, yanking her along, the forced movement only making things worse for the desperate little witch as she felt the plug trying again to get out, and failing as Haley 'adjusted' her shortalls, giving them a tug to pull the diaper tighter to her, and pushing the plug back in. "She is just so excited."<br /><br />"What for?" Noah asked, directing it to Sierra, to her surprise, although, thankfully, when she couldn't even find the strength to open her mouth to reply as she fought to keep everything clenched tight, Haley answered anyway.<br /><br />"You know about the cheerleading demonstration that's going on in a bit here?" He shook his head. "Really? Well, it's at the stage right over there," she pointed out the door, to a stage by a trio of fountains, in the middle of the food court. "My squad is doing it. Maybe you can sneak away and come watch."<br /><br />"Maybe," he said. "And she's dressing up because she's so excited to see her babysitter perform?"<br /><br />Sierra grunted, blushing, unable to help herself, feeling her knees bend. She was sure there was no way he wouldn't be able to tell what she was doing, but Haley stepped in. "That's right," she rolled her eyes. "Not a babysitter, remember? But no, actually, Sierra here is a very lucky little girl, because she gets to be an honorary member of the squad."<br /><br />"Wh-What?" Sierra glanced up at her, sweating from the futile fight she was in the middle of, and utterly confused. <br /><br />"Don't act surprised," Haley chuckled. "We talked about this, remember? We went over your little routine a million times, and you're going to be great! We just need to get you the proper clothes first."<br /><br />"And that would be this, I think," Noah grabbed a children's cheerleading uniform from the rack, one that matched Haley's almost exactly. It was black and pink, and the skirt looked the same, but the top didn't dip down quite as low, and the straps were wider, to be more modest. "I'm just guessing on her size."<br /><br />"It looks perfect to me," Haley took it. "You're good with kids. Maybe you should sit for her sometime."<br /><br />Sierra turned bright red. She wasn't sure she'd say she wanted to date him, but she definitely didn't want him to babysit her! She didn't even want him to think that was something that was an option! The whole point of this trip was to make him see her as more of a grown-up, but, thanks to Haley, the exact opposite was happening.<br /><br />"I'd hate to take your job," he smiled. "The fitting room is right over there, if you want to try it on her."<br /><br />Sierra had to stop again before they got there, feeling like the enema was trying to tear her in half if she didn't let it go. "M-Ms. Haley, please," she sniffled, hating herself for saying this, for giving in, but desperate for relief. "C-Can I...? W-Will you..?!" She couldn't get further than that without another cramp, Haley responding each time with a deliberate pat on the bottom, pushing the dislodging plug back into place.<br /><br />"No, Sierra," Haley told her, "I told you, wait until we're done here."<br /><br />Sierra wasn't happy to be back in another dressing room, or to be the one trying stuff on, especially after Haley unlocked her from the wristcuff, got the top on her and declared, "Oh, that's adorable!"<br /><br />Sierra had been called that many times, and she could tell when it was meant to be more of an insult than a compliment. She was pretty sure the top was a bit too small for her, and that the little sports bra built into it was only making her look more flat in comparison to Haley, who was highly amused by it all.<br /><br />The skirt was also just a hair too small, or so Sierra assumed. Haley's own skirt really was very short, though, so, perhaps it was accurate in replicating that. Unfortunately, Haley didn't have a diaper under hers, so it was hard to judge. The whole crotch of the bulky, crinkly thing was sticking out, leaving little doubt about what it was.<br /><br />Thankfully, there were also shorts that went underneath it. On Haley's version, the adult one, it was bloomers, but Sierra could see these were full-blown shorts, probably because there was no way anyone could wear this without flashing them with every step. So, when Sierra asked, "I-Isn't there a bigger size?" and Haley told her, "Sure, but this is perfect!" she still didn't feel too worried. The shorts would be a bit puffy, and if anyone was really listening, and heard her diaper crinkle, they'd almost definitely know why, but it could have been worse.<br /><br />"Do you want to go show Noah?" Haley teased.<br /><br />"N-No," Sierra shook her head. "I-I want to put on the rest of it, a-and go get this thing out of me!"<br /><br />"What are you talking about, Sierra?" Haley asked.<br /><br />"Y-You said when we're done here, right?" Sierra whimpered as Haley gave her enema-filled tummy a pat.<br /><br />"Sure," Haley agreed. "But there's no more to put on. This is it, sweetie!"<br /><br />"N-No, it isn't!" Sierra groaned as she bent down slowly to grab the shorts from the floor, where Haley had tossed them.<br /><br />Haley was faster than her, snatching them up. "You don't need these!"<br /><br />"Y-Yes, I do!" Sierra whined, grabbing at them, pouting when Haley whipped them away. "C-Come on, Ms. Haley!"<br /><br />"Fine," Haley shrugged. "If you can get them, I'll let you wear them."<br /><br />Of course, Sierra wanted that, but, even in the best of times, Sierra doubted she could have kept up with Haley. When every step made her feel like she was moments from messing herself, and the little helper in her backside was keeping that from ever happening, she was much slower, not even getting close as Haley waved the garment all around the little room, before, finally lifting her arm up into the air. It wasn't even as high as it would go, though it was still out of Sierra's reach.<br /><br />"Come on, Sierra," Haley taunted. "Don't you want them?"<br /><br />"Haley, just give them!" Sierra sulked, stomping her foot, eyes widening as the impact jostled the plug loose, and she felt the pressure on the back of her diaper as the load behind it tried to come flooding out, pushing the plug out further, but failing to escape entirely. At this point, so close to getting out of here, and away from Noah, Sierra was pretty sure she could make it, and that, as miserable as it might be, she could wait until they were back to, hopefully, the bathroom. It was so humiliating that she'd asked Haley to let her go sooner, in the store, in earshot of Noah, but, in the moment, she'd felt like she was about to pop. <br /><br />"No, Sierra!" Haley snapped, smacking Sierra on the diaper. "You don't get to call me that, and you don't get to tell me what to do. If you want these, you have to earn them. Come on, show me you want them."<br /><br />Sierra got up on her tip-toes, but that wasn't good enough. There was only one option, and, like it or not, she knew it. Reluctantly, she gave a little hop. "You'll have to try harder than that," Haley teased. She hopped again, going even lower than the first try. "We don't have all day," Haley told her. "I'll give you ten seconds. Ten... Nine..."<br /><br />Desperately, Sierra gave it an honest try, grunting as she jumped upwards, wishing she'd been more involved with sports at school, although there really wasn't much call for a lot of jumping in quidditch. She felt the plug loosen when she landed, but Haley was still counting down, and she felt like she'd almost had the shorts that time, so she launched right into another jump.<br /><br />"Four..." Haley kept going, waving the shorts tauntingly. "Three..."<br /><br />This was it, Sierra thought. One last chance to be able to walk out of here with some shred of dignity. Gathering all her strength, she bent down, concentrated, leapt... And missed.<br /><br />What happened when she landed was even worse. As her sneakers hit the ground, she felt the uncomfortable sensation of the plug finally stop as it was jolted again, this time enough to slide free completely. She had a split second to enjoy it, the implications not occuring to her until, all of the sudden, the contents of her bowels realized they were finally uncorked.<br /><br />In a way, it happened so fast she almost didn't realize it, although, really, she'd been fighting against it since she'd been in the bathroom, so it was just the end result of all that. One moment she was fine. The next, her diaper was full, a stinky, mushy load pushing out of her in one big rush, giving her no choice in the matter, no chance to even attempt to stop it.<br /><br />"One," Haley finished, grinning as she rested a hand on the seat of Sierra's diaper, getting louder as she exclaimed, in faux surprise, "Sierra! I told you to wait, sweetie! Not again!"<br /><br />'Not again' was right. Sierra could hardly believe she was in a messy diaper yet again, already, with no real chance to fully appreciate it in its clean state, with everything else going on. She stared up at Haley, aghast, and the cheerleader smiled down at her, putting the pacifier back between her lips, turning her towards the mirror.<br /><br />"Look at us," Haley chuckled. "Twinsies! There's just a couple little differences." She jiggled her chest, then gave Sierra's now-drooping diaper a pat.<br /><br />As Haley put the backpack, Sierra's old clothes now stuffed inside, onto the smaller girl, Sierra remembered, upon seeing them, that her diapers were sticking out the top, and that Noah could have seen those at any time, whether he'd noticed the bulge under her shortalls or not, and could have connected them with the Pamper she'd thrown away. If he hadn't then, he almost definitely would now, as Haley locked the wristbands back on and led her out of the fitting room.<br /><br />"You were right," Haley told him, handing over the tags, which she'd taken off of the outfit, "it was the perfect size. She was so excited, she wanted to wear it out. You don't mind, do you?"<br /><br />"Oh, no, not at all." He smiled, looking down at Sierra, who was overcome with a wave of bashfulness, trying to hide behind Haley. Haley was nice enough not to put her on display, or point out what had happened, probably assuming Sierra's shyness would make her look more childish than anything she could do, and that, if they took too long, the smell would definitely hit Noah, although Sierra hoped he hadn't taken the trash out yet, and he'd assume it was coming from the one in there.<br /><br />"You're going to come watch us, aren't you?" Haley asked, her hand brushing against his as she took her credit card back, lingering for what seemed, to Sierra, like a really long time. "I'm sure Sierra would love it, and I know I would."<br /><br />"I'll do my best," he winked.<br /><br />Sierra stayed quiet, sucking on her pacifier as she watched it all, then waddled away, tugging at the back of her skirt as she went, knowing she couldn't possibly make it long enough to hide what she'd done, but hoping for once that he'd be too busy watching Haley swish out of the store beside her to look too closely at her.<br /><br />"I-I'm not really going to be in your show, am I?" Sierra asked, once they were out of earshot, mumbling it a couple times before Haley took the pacifier out so she could understand her.<br /><br />"Of course you are," Haley told her. "I wouldn't lie! I told Noah you'd be there, so you'll be there."<br /><br />"B-But I don't know how to do that!" Sierra whined.<br /><br />"You're a natural," Haley said. "You'll be the star of the show!"<br /><br />That was, in a way, what Sierra was worried about. "Y-You are going to change me first, aren't you?"<br /><br />"Sierra," Haley shook her head, putting the pacifier back in. "I thought you'd learned your lesson. You can't pay for any more changes, which means I get to decide when that happens, and you asking me just makes me want to wait even longer. Oh, look, there's the girls!" She waved, and Sierra glanced up to see Courtney, along with several other cheerleaders, sitting at a table, chatting. "Come on, they are just going to eat you up."