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Quickly, she scurried into an aisle, where he wouldn't see her right away, heart thumping. If he found her out there, walking around on her own, he definitely wasn't going to just let her wander around on her own. He might try to help her find her parents, or he might take her to the security officer while he looked for her, but either way, she wasn't going to be accomplishing her goal.<br /><br />She looked around, hoping to see a clear path around him, where she could stay hidden, but there were too many open spaces, too many places where she could be seen. She probably couldn't have outrun him in the best of times, and her legs were now teeny-tiny, so she definitely couldn't plan on them being capable of it now. Automatically, she tried to think of some simple spells she could do without her wand to distract him, before she remembered the milk.<br /><br />She wasn't going to be able to do anything until she got that out of her system. And, while she did feel a bit of pressure in her bladder, it probably wasn't from the coffee already. And, if it was, wetting herself now would mean she'd lose anyway!<br /><br />'Well,' she thought with a sigh, 'looks like I'm taking the long way.'<br /><br />She turned around, heading the opposite direction. She'd never been in here before, but if she kept going, she was bound to get back to where she wanted eventually. It was going to take longer, obviously, and that worried her, since, in her shrunken form, she was already nervous about how long it would take for her to return to where she could grab a pair of panties, and she had no idea how far she had to go, but she was going to have to make it work. She didn't have any other choice!<br /><br />The signs above her telling her what direction everything was were very high over her head now, which made them much harder to try to make out the words on, so she had no idea where she was going. It was pretty unlikely the store would have two intimates sections, which meant it didn't matter that much. Or so she thought.<br /><br />Her mind was changed pretty quickly when she turned the next corner, ready to feel safe as she stepped out of the view of the security officer, only to find herself in the children's department instead. "Oh, no," she squeaked out loud, staring around at displays of playpens and high chairs and car seats, along with some plastic potties and infant toys. This was exactly where she didn't want to be, not at her current size, and dressed how she was!<br /><br />She kept walking as quickly as she could, without breaking into a run that might draw attention to herself, wanting to get out of here as fast as possible. By the time she got past the furniture, she was already feeling tired, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise when she slowed down and saw something in the back of the clothes department.<br /><br />Her eyes darted around, making sure nobody was watching, and then she scurried to the display. Morgan had made a real mistake this time! They weren't what Sierra would have chosen for herself, and they probably weren't what Morgan had been picturing, either, but there, hanging on a hook, were some packages of panties. There were more, hung further up on the wall, well out of her reach, but she saw that the ones right in front of her were in toddler sizes, so she assumed the others must have been for older kids.<br /><br />Would these really qualify? They weren't 'big girl panties' in the sense of being for grown-ups, like Sierra, but they weren't diapers. And she was still close enough to the office that she might be able to get them back to Morgan and get changed back to normal before her interview!<br /><br />She should have left it at that, and returned, but she couldn't help herself. These should actually fit her, after all, and, as embarrassing as it would be to walk around with her childish undies on display, with their pictures of unicorns on them, it would be far better than her diaper. And she could see the fitting room, not that far away.<br /><br />Clutching the package tightly, she waddled her way towards it, feeling a huge sense of relief to see there wasn't an attendant waiting there to say anything to her, or ask her where her Mommy was. It was pretty small, with only a pair of stalls, one of which was already occupied, but Sierra only needed one room, and she wasn't sure she could afford to wait for the other to empty out to give her total privacy.<br /><br />She walked into the empty stall and pushed the stall door closed, instantly hearing the giggling from the other stall stop. "Did you hear that?" she heard one girl ask. There was dead silence for a moment, Sierra not daring to move a muscle, for fear that her diaper's crinkling would give her away.<br /><br />"Nah, must not have been anything," another girl replied, and the pair went back to chatting away. Sierra wasn't sure what they were up to in there, but it wasn't any of her business right now, and she had more important things to deal with. <br /><br />She set the package of panties down on the floor, then lifted up her skirt the little bit she had to so she could get to the tapes on her diaper, giving one a tug. It refused to budge. <br /><br />She frowned, trying again, pulling harder, wondering if it was a size thing, if being shrunk had taken away that much strength. Even sitting down, pouring all her concentration into it, none of the tapes would budge from the landing strip where they were so snugly attached. <br /><br />"Morgan," she grumbled under her breath. This had to be her doing! She must have seen this coming after all! Or something like it, since it wasn't like Sierra was going to run around with nothing under this tiny skirt. She couldn't get the diaper off on her own.<br /><br />She scrunched up her nose in frustration, but she didn't dare do much of anything else, for fear that the girls in the next stall would hear her. She looked over at the panties longingly, wishing she could put them on, knowing now she would have to settle for handing them over to Morgan to prove she was capable of her dumb task, and hope that the girl decided they were worthy, even if they were intended for toddlers.<br /><br />Then again, she didn't have to take the diaper off to put the panties on. It might look funny, especially if anyone got a good enough look at her to spot the plastic past the legbands, but the panties would keep the diaper hidden from a quick glance, anyway. Saying a silent apology, and planning to come back to collect the package, and pay for it, after she had her interview, she ripped it open, grabbing out a pair of underwear.<br /><br />And immediately dropping it. Her cheeks lit up bright red as she stared down at it, knowingly right away what it was now that she'd touched it. It was so obvious, she couldn't believe she hadn't figured it out before, but, going strictly off the little window in the package, they'd looked like normal panties. Turning the package over, however, she saw that they were, indeed, marked as training panties.<br /><br />How could she have made such a huge mistake?! She'd been so eager, she hadn't looked closely enough, apparently. Those other panties hanging above it hadn't just been different designs, they must have been the real thing! She was definitely glad she hadn't gone to Morgan with them, anyway.<br /><br />She considered using them the way she'd planned on using them a moment ago, but it wouldn't really have been much of an improvement. They were pretty thick on their own, which would have slowed her down more, and it was so obvious to her what they were now, she was sure everyone who saw her would also know, and think she had on some extra bulky trainers, so big they might as well have been diapers.<br /><br />She folded them back up, shoving them back into the package the best she could, then turned back to the door, defeated, only to realize she was too small to reach the doorknob. "No!" she gasped, without thinking, getting up on her tiptoes and grasping for it. She hadn't been thinking when she came in and had pushed it shut automatically, but she'd wound up locking herself in!<br /><br />"Are you sure?" one of the female voices from the other stall asked. "I was sure I heard something that time!"<br /><br />Sierra nibbled her bottom lip, squirming anxiously. What was she going to do?! Should she speak, and get the girls to help her, and hope they'd be nice?! Or should she trust that she'd find a way out herself, before she wound up having to use her diaper?!<br /><br />She looked around the small room, hoping for inspiration. There was a bench, although it had been too high to seem worth climbing up onto to change. Was it attached to the wall? She toddled over to it, grabbing it with her tiny hands, giving it a pull. At first, she thought it was, but, after a moment, it moved across the tile floor with a screech.<br /><br />"You're right," the other girl spoke up. "We'd better get out of here."<br /><br />Sierra wouldn't have minded waiting for them to do that, but she knew she was going to need all the time she could get to pull this task off, so she kept pushing, and pulling, the bench until it was close enough, clambering up onto it and reaching over to grab the doorknob, giving it a turn and pulling it open, then, to her horror, starting to lose her balance. "Oh, no!" she gasped, her soft booties sliding off the bench.<br /><br />She winced, closing her eyes as she saw the floor rushing up towards her. Thankfully, she didn't hit it after all, as she heard one of the girls from the other stall exclaim, "Whoa!" right before a pair of arms closed around her, plucking her out of the air.<br /><br />Sierra opened her eyes to see the girls for the first time. It was hard to judge too accurately, since they looked like giants next to her, but she would have guessed they were tweens, or very young-looking teens. They both had large purses, which were bulging, and, when she turned her head, she could see a pile of tags under the bench in their stall, making it pretty obvious what they'd been up to, and why they hadn't wanted to be caught.<br /><br />"What are you up to, cutie?" the girl who had caught her asked, keeping Sierra held up, her legs far off the floor. "Did you get lost?"<br /><br />"Guess we shouldn't have freaked out, huh?" the other girl giggled. "Do you want to see if we can find some more stuff?"<br /><br />"I don't know," the first one looked down at Sierra skeptically. "I bet her Mommy's looking for her."<br /><br />"Oh, good point," the second nodded. "We'd better get going."<br /><br />"But..." the first girl looked at Sierra again. "We can't just leave her wandering around here by herself! She almost really hurt herself!"<br /><br />"I-I..." Sierra started to say, before shutting up. Did she really want to reveal to these girls that she was older than them, no matter how small she was, or how she was dressed?! She had a bad feeling that wouldn't end well for her.<br /><br />"Here," the second girl grabbed Sierra from her friend, resting her on her hip and starting to walk away. Sierra squirmed, feeling grateful she didn't notice any wet spots in her diaper, like she'd been afraid might have happened during the fall. She was much less grateful a moment later, however, when the girl plopped her down in one of the playpen display units. "See? This'll keep her out of trouble, and her Mommy will be able to find her."<br /><br />"No!" Sierra gasped, shaking her head. The girl was right, of course. The side of the playpen stretched above her head, and the sides were far too slick for her to climb up. If they left her here, there was no way she could get the panties she needed!<br /><br />"Great idea!" the other girl smiled, reaching over and patting Sierra on the head. "Don't worry, baby, you'll be safe here!"<br /><br />"No, I won't!" Sierra stomped her foot, watching the two shoplifters scurry away, leaving her trapped. "Let me out! You have to let me out!"<br /><br />That was it, she thought, flopping down onto her padded bottom sulkily. Morgan was going to find her here, with no big girl panties, and probably wet, and there was nothing she could do about it! She had no magic to help her out of the playpen, and enough experience with playpens to no there was no escaping without it. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, and, despite hating the idea of crying when Morgan found her, to add to everything else, she couldn't help herself.<br /><br />"What happened here?" <br /><br />Sierra blinked, wiping her eyes and looking up to see a nicely dressed woman standing over the playpen, a folding chair resting against one leg. "How did you get in there, sweetie?"<br /><br />Sierra could see a nametag on her chest, and assumed this person must work here. Staying silent, she lifted her arms, and, luckily, the woman took the hint, bending over and picking her up, resting her on her hip like the girl had, although Sierra felt much more secure in this adult's arms. "Where are your parents, little one?" She scanned the area, not finding anyone, then grabbed her chair with her other hand. "Well, I need to get to my station, so we'll figure it out there, okay?"<br /><br />She carried Sierra forward, through the kids' department, and past the toys, moving far faster than Sierra could have hoped to on her own. It turned out this place even had food, and that was exactly where the woman was going, setting her chair up behind a table covered in tiny plates, filled with neatly cut pieces of cookie.<br /><br />"Why don't you sit right here?" the woman asked, setting Sierra down next to the chair. "You can be my little helper, okay?"<br /><br />Sierra nodded, although she had no intentions of doing that for any longer than she had to. She still didn't know how much further she had to go, but there definitely weren't going to be any big girl panties here. <br /><br />"Thank you!" the worker beamed. "And, since you're a helper, I'll let you have a full cookie!"<br /><br />She opened up the display package, taking out a whole cookie and handing it down to Sierra. It looked a little weird, especially the purple paste on top, but after everything she'd been through, Sierra was happy to have something to give her some energy for the rest of the journey. She wasn't a huge fan of the flavor, either, with it reminding her of something, though she couldn't quite place what.<br /><br />As she munched on it, she heard the woman call for something on the walkie talkie she was carrying, and she knew that probably wasn't good, but the woman was watching her too closely for an escape. Nobody seemed interested in taking her samples, so she wasn't distracted, and was happy, when Sierra finished the first cookie, to give her another.<br /><br />Wanting to stay in character, and keep the woman from suspecting anything, Sierra kept eating, trying to mentally beckon someone, anyone, to come to the table and draw attention away from her for a moment. She might as well be back in the playpen at this rate! She had a bad feeling the call had been to security, possibly the same one that had forced her to avoid the direct route to intimates, and she knew they'd be here any minute now.<br /><br />"Wow, you're hungry, aren't you?" the woman giggled. Sierra almost hadn't realized she'd made it through the second cookie already, she was so anxious. "That's okay! You can have as many as you want!" And, in fact, Sierra gulped down the third, and had started on the fourth, starting to sweat as she waited for the security guard's inevitable appearance, before someone finally stopped at the table.<br /><br />"Are these actually good?" the man asked. "It's hard to pass up a free sample, but I gotta say, they sound pretty gross."<br /><br />"She loves them!" the worker gestured to Sierra cheerfully, Sierra blushing and staring down at her bootied feet. "You should give them a try! I know prunes aren't everybody's cup of tea, but they do a good job of disguising the taste!"<br /><br />Prunes?! Sierra's nose wrinkled, letting the cookie fall out of her hands. Was that really what these were?! She should have known that flavor anywhere! Her tummy rumbled, thinking of how much she'd eaten, and how much tinier she was than usual. Three would probably have been too much for her at full size! <br /><br />"Oh, no!" the woman exclaimed. "Here, let me get you another, sweetie."<br /><br />She turned back to the package, but, between the ones she'd cut up, and the ones she'd given to Sierra already, she had to pull the tray out of the sleeve to reach more, which Sierra saw as the best opening she was going to get. She scrambled under the table, and through the customer's legs, breaking out into the fastest run her tiny legs could muster with the bulky diaper between them. Whatever was in them, she was glad for the cookies now, needing all of her energy to even have a chance of outrunning the far longer legs of the worker.<br /><br />The next section was appliances, and she headed straight for it, squeezing between the refrigerators, ducking behind washers and dryers, her small size making it so much easier to stay hidden as she made her way through, popping out on the other side to find displays full of purses, and, to her pleasant surprise, the jewelry counter in the distance.<br /><br />This was where she'd started! She'd done it! She'd made it all the way around the store! She knew where she was now, and where she needed to go! Sticking close to the wall, so the woman she'd spoken to when she'd arrived wouldn't see her, or the other worker, if she was still searching, she crept her way through, turning the corner to find herself exactly where she'd been trying to get the whole time.<br /><br />It was hard to say that she'd never felt more grateful to see panties, when she'd spent so much of her life trying to earn her way back into them, but it was definitely a beautiful sight, seeing tables full of them, stacked high, just waiting for her to claim them, and prove her adulthood.<br /><br />She marched over, feeling very proud of herself, giving her diaper a quick check to ensure there hadn't been any little accidents she hadn't noticed. It wasn't over, not by a long shot, not when she still had to make it back to the office, but there had already been so many times she'd been sure she wasn't going to make it this far! <br /><br />She toddled up to the nearest table, her feeling of victory slowly draining away the closer she got, as she realized how tall they really were. By the time she got there, she already knew what was going to happen, but she tried anyway, stretching up, reaching her hand as high as it could go, trying to grab just one pair, only to discover she was nowhere close.<br /><br />"This isn't fair!" she gasped, getting up on her tip-toes again, to no avail. After all of that, she was too small to reach the top of the table?!<br /><br />She toddled around the whole department, searching for a table where a pair of panties had fallen off the stack, was hanging off the edge, or where, if she was really lucky, the excess stock had been left underneath, but there was nothing. On the walls, there were some packages, with multiple pairs of panties, unlike the single pairs on the tables, but they were even higher than the tabletops.<br /><br />"No, no, no!" she stomped her foot, the soft sole of the booties making it very unsatisfying. They were right there! Her proof that she was a grown-up was only a few feet above her head, but that was too far! If she just had her magic, she could definitely have pulled off an Accio charm without her wand, but she didn't even have that! Unless...<br /><br />"No," she shook her head, blushing at the idea. If she did that, she'd lose anyway! She couldn't show up to Morgan with a wet diaper, or all of this would have been for nothing!<br /><br />Then again, she knew where there were spare diapers. Morgan hadn't even had any herself, she'd used the ones from the bathroom. If she could convince someone to buy her one of those, and help her out of the diaper she had on, since she couldn't get it off on her own, then Morgan would surely be none the wiser. And, if she had her magic, she might be able to use that to help with the convincing.<br /><br />Was she really going to do this?! She'd been so terrified she was going to have an accident, and now she was considering doing it on purpose?! Maybe she should wait here, and hope someone came by that she could beg to help her get some panties, instead of helping her change her diaper, but after her other encounters, she was worried about how that would end.<br /><br />She closed her eyes, squatting down slightly, trying to pretend she was sitting on the toilet, that none of this had happened. As soon as her bladder let go, and she felt the warmth spreading through the diaper's padding, the illusion was shattered, but, by then, it was too late. She wrinkled her nose as she soaked her diaper, feeling it start to droop slightly, knowing that, thanks to the tiny dress, everyone who saw her would know what she'd done.<br /><br />As soon as she last bit had dribbled out, she reached her hand up again, desperately whispering, "Accio panties!", waiting for a pair to fly off the table into her waiting grasp.<br /><br />Unfortunately, she might have been a bit too eager. For a moment, through the glass tabletop above her, she could see the entire contents of the table quiver, and then, before she could react, they all floated into the air for just a second. A moment later, they were raining down on her, giving her more options than she ever could have hoped for. Before she knew it, they were up to her ankles, and, when she grabbed the first pair she could and tried to escape with it, she tripped, falling onto her soggy bottom.<br /><br />The underwear rain didn't stop there, though. They kept piling up, table after table emptying on top of her as she tried to scramble away, getting mired down in them, tangled up in them, and, inevitably, buried in them. <br /><br />She whimpered, trying to crawl forward and out of them, and then upwards, the pile just seeming to get bigger and bigger, higher and higher above her, impossible to escape from. Any minute now, she thought, a worker, or that security officer, would spot the pile, and they'd find her in there, and think she'd made the mess. She had, so it was only fair she got in trouble for it, she supposed, and the shrinking might help her there, if they thought she was a toddler who couldn't be help responsible for too much, but she could only hope they'd change her soggy diaper before they took her back to the office, and that they let her keep just one pair of panties.<br /><br />But, as she floundered through the pile of panties, starting to wonder how many pairs the store could possibly own, since it was starting to feel like she was at the bottom of a swimming pool filled with them, the person who finally helped her, pushing the top of the stack away and letting the lights shine down on her, was the last person she wanted to see.<br /><br />"Well," Morgan giggled. "I guess you found some panties."<br /><br />Sierra's eyes widened as she stared up at the girl, able to tell right away that she was even bigger than before. Way bigger. "Wh-What did you do?!" she squeaked.<br /><br />Morgan picked her up with one hand, pulling her out of the underwear, giving her diaper a pat. "What a shock," she said. "Wet. Just like I predicted." <br /><br />"I-It happened after I got here!" Sierra told her. It wasn't a lie, either, she just hadn't gotten any of the underwear before it had happened.<br /><br />"But you didn't get back to me, did you?" Morgan asked. "My interview is over, and you're still here. Which means you lose, Sierra. Even if you hadn't peed your pants like the baby you are."<br /><br />"W-Well, at least change me back!" Sierra insisted. She didn't want to be baby-sized, but it was far better than this! She had to be no bigger than a doll now, compared to the giant Morgan! "Y-You said you'd keep me like that if I lost!"<br /><br />"I'll keep you however I want," Morgan told her. "What exactly do you think you're going to do about it, shrimp?" As if to prove it, she carried Sierra away, past the intimates department, through accessories, and appliances, and groceries, and into the toys, Sierra protesting helplessly the whole way. <br /><br />"Guess what?" Morgan said, once they got there. "I got the job! I don't think you're really in the mood to congratulate me, but that's okay. You can do it tomorrow. Until then, I don't really want to have to look after you 24/7."<br /><br />"Th-Then change me back!" Sierra insisted.<br /><br />"Nah," Morgan shook her head. "I have a better idea."<br /><br />She carried Sierra to a large dollhouse, on display, pushing her inside what should have been a tiny, plastic nursery, which was now sized perfectly for her. "Morgan, you can't do this!" Sierra turned, begging the girl as she saw the side of the house being swung shut, sealing her inside.<br /><br />As soon as the house was shut, it sprang to life, the lights turning on, the soft tinkling of nursery rhymes filling Sierra's ears, along with the all-too familiar smell of baby powder and a nearly full diaper pail. The plastic door opened, and a larger, female doll walked in, carrying a bottle. <br /><br />"There you are!" she looked down at Sierra with a smile. "Are you ready for beddy-bye, sweetie?"<br /><br />The doll set the bottle down on the tray of the high chair, then picked Sierra up instead, carrying her to the changing table, getting her into a dry diaper, and a onesie, before putting her in the chair, shoving the bottle in her mouth. Sierra kicked her bootie-clad feet helplessly, trying to get away from the bottle, recognizing the taste of breastmilk right away, and knowing it had to be Ms. Barlow's, and that she was losing her ability to do magic, and escape from this place, again.<br /><br />"Good girl," the doll praised her, once Sierra had reluctantly drained every drop, pushing a pacifier into her mouth. "Don't worry, there will be more in the morning. I don't want to hear a peep out of you until then, because you need your sleep."<br /><br />Sierra, shrunken and magicless, was tucked into her crib, unable to help herself from thinking about how Morgan would do the same thing to her when she was her babysitter. Just like her, the doll tucked her in tightly, so that there was no squirming loose, not that she'd be able to climb out of the tall crib on her own even if she could. Unfortunately, this time, her tummy was full of prune cookies, and starting to rumble, making Sierra certain this was going to be a very, very long night.<br /><br />She blushed as she saw the curtain, on the outside of her window, open, letting in light to let her know it was nowhere near night yet, a giant eye peering in at her. It didn't look like Morgan's, so she assumed it must be some kid, wanting to see the inside of the dollhouse. She stayed as still as she could, not wanting to attract attention, while the pressure built up inside her stomach. In a way, she thought, she'd gotten a job out of this after all. She was going to be spending a lot of time here, in the store, probably much more than Morgan. <br /><br />It was just too bad that job wasn't the one she'd come to interview for. Instead, she was a baby doll, on display, one who could really wet, and, as she realized with a muffled gasp from behind her paci, mess, squirming beneath the tight blanket as she felt her diaper begin to slowly, helplessly, fill up with warm mush, fully aware she was stuck in it until the next morning.