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"I don't know," Brandy teased. "When was the last time you had chicken nuggets?"

"Hey!" Sierra pouted, throwing a piece of popcorn at the other girl. "That doesn't count! They were a good deal, I couldn't pass them up! That doesn't mean I'm not an adult, I'm just smart with my money."

Brandy chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm not making fun of you," she promised. "It's cute! That's just, like, your vibe. The cute stuff just makes more sense, you know? I'm not sure sexy is what you should be aiming for."

"Well, I want to give it a try!" Sierra sulked. She'd heard that so often, even if it it wasn't always in those words, and almost never said as nicely. She wasn't right for scary costumes, or sexy ones, so she should stick to the cute ones. She knew Brandy didn't mean it the same way most of the other people who had told her that did, and she'd very intentionally kept a lot of things from her new friend, so she didn't know her history, but it still stung.

It felt especially important to her this year. She'd just worked her way back out of diapers, to feeling confident going out without protection. Why not celebrate that by dressing up in something she never would have dreamed of wearing normally in case it gave someone a glimpse of the padding she unfortunately spent so much of her time in?

"Okay," Brandy nodded, a little more seriously. "Well, do it, then! It's not like you need my permission!"

That was true. Sierra didn't need anyone's permission to dress up however she wanted this year! She would feel a bit more confident, though, if she wasn't doing it on her own. "I know," she said. "I just thought maybe we could team up or something."

"Oh?" Brandy raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

Sierra blushed. "Umm... W-We don't have to do it if you have a better idea, but I was thinking maybe... Playboy bunnies?" It felt a little wrong, after having spent so much time clinging to her stuffed bunny, Miss Hoppikins, and sometimes being babied by her, but it was the quintessential sexy costume. What could make her feel more confident and grown-up than that?

"Oh, my," Brandy pretended to fan herself. "How scandalous!"

"We don't have to do it," Sierra pouted. "It was just an idea."

"No, it's fine," Brandy smiled. "It sounds great! I think I have something that will work for that already, in fact. Do you?"

"N-Not really," Sierra squirmed on the couch, realizing the closest thing she had would be a onesie. "But I'm sure I can find something!"

"If you say so," Brandy shrugged. "There's not a lot of time left."

Sierra had waited until the last minute, not sure if she even wanted to go to the party. Brandy wanted her to go, though, and meet some of her other friends, and now that she didn't have to worry about accidents, Sierra didn't have any reasons not to, really. It was a pretty basic costume, too, so she was confident she'd be able to stroll into a Halloween store, even on Halloween day, and pick it up. Even if it wasn't exactly her size, it would be easier to re-size an existing costume with a spell than try to make one from scratch herself, magic or not.

The store was not what Sierra had imagined. There were lots of costumes hanging up, and some creepy displays set up with decorations she could buy, but it seemed like a very cheery place, the lights super bright, enough to make her squint a little when she first stepped inside from the cloudy fall day. There only appeared to be one worker, who called out, "Be with you in a minute!"

"I'm good!" Sierra shouted back. She didn't really need any help, after all. She knew what she wanted, and the sizing wasn't a big deal, so all she had to do was find it, wherever she could.

She couldn't help overhearing the conversation as she browsed, listened to the woman who worked there gushing over her customer, finding her exactly the right costume and accessories. "Trust me," she promised, "you're going to look so good!"

"I know," the customer giggled. "My girlfriends showed me what you picked out for them! Like, they always look good, but in those costumes, they were so hot!"

Sierra's ears perked up at that. She must have picked the right place, she thought. She almost wished she hadn't made a decision on what she was going to wear, to let this person work their magic on her, but she didn't want to let Brandy down by changing her mind at the last minute.

Finally, the other customer was satisfied, the worker ringing them up and sending them on their way before sauntering over to Sierra. "Now, what can I do for you?" she asked as she approached.

Sierra blushed a little, staring up at her. The woman was beautiful, her skin practically glowing, her long hair, so blonde it was nearly white, almost appearing to blow in a constant, undetectable wind. She looked down at Sierra and giggled, which only made Sierra's cheeks warm up hotter.

"You certainly waited until the last minute, didn't you?" the woman asked. "Actually, the shop is just about to close."

"Wh-What?" Sierra looked at her watch. "B-But it's so early!"

"It's Halloween," the woman shrugged. "I need to get ready myself. For you, though, dear, I can stay open a bit longer." She did stride over to the entrance, however, locking it and returning. "Now, then, my name is Aubrielle. What's yours?"

"S-Sierra," she answered, feeling like even that was inadequate next to one as grand and pretty as that.

"And what do you want to be for Halloween, Sierra?" Aubrielle asked, kneeling down in front of her.

It sounded extra silly now, but Sierra had already made up her mind. "A-A bunny," she admitted, with a gulp. "I-I mean, like a..."

"That sounds absolutely perfect!" Aubrielle exclaimed. "Why don't you go over to the fitting room there, and I'll see what I have for you."

"Oh, no," Sierra shook her head. "Y-You don't need..."

"No, no, in you go," Aubrielle pushed Sierra towards the fitting room.

This was going to make things more complicated, Sierra thought. Not only did she feel embarrassed, thinking of getting all dressed up like that in front of this gorgeous woman, it would also be more difficult to explain why she would be fine buying something that obviously didn't fit her, if it came to that. It was hard to resist her, however, and, somehow, Sierra still found herself being guided into the room and sat down on the bench inside.

"I-I'm gonna be a Playboy bunny!" Sierra blurted out, not wanting Aubrielle to get the wrong idea. "I was thinking black, but I saw some pictures of red ones, and maybe that would be nice instead? I guess whatever you have!"

Aubrielle smirked. "Hmm," she nodded. "We'll see." She swept out of the fitting room, leaving Sierra alone, hoping this was somehow going to work out. "What do you think about pink, dear?" she called after a few moments.

"I-If you think it'll look all right," Sierra answered. "I don't want it to look too cutesy!"

"Oh, I think it'll look just perfect!" Aubrielle replied. She opened the door, staring down at Sierra. "Why are you still dressed? Are you going to try this on over your clothes?"

"I-I don't really need..." Sierra protested, only to have Aubrielle grab the hem of her shirt, starting to pull it up and off. "O-Okay," Sierra blushed, going along with it, standing there awkwardly in her bra and panties.

"Now, then," Aubrielle said, "I always like to give costumes my own little spin. For you, I didn't think fishnets were quite right, so I got you these instead." She sat Sierra back down on the bench, pulling a pair of black, thigh high stockings up her legs. Sierra didn't mind them so much, at least until she saw the little bunny heads peeking out from the tops of them.

"A-Are you sure?" she blushed. They seemed a bit childish, though she didn't want to question Aubrielle too much, especially if she was staying late just to help her.

"Always," Aubrielle told her. "And heels definitely wouldn't suit you." Over the stockings, she slid a pair of fluffy, pink bunny slippers. "Won't these be more comfortable?"

"I-I guess," Sierra had to admit. "B-But..."

"Those will be so much better for trick or treating!" Aubrielle declared.

"Oh, no," Sierra shook her head. "I-I'm not going trick or treating, I'm... Wait, what's that?!"

It definitely wasn't a Playboy bunny leotard, that was for sure. It was pink, as she assumed, Aubrielle tugging it over her head, then pulling her to her feet, getting it arranged, pulling up the hood, and, worst of all, snapping up the bottom, each pop making Sierra flinch, certain this was exactly what she'd feared.

"N-No, this isn't it at all," she insisted, cheeks starting to match the color of the costume again as she looked at herself in the mirror. It definitely looked like a onesie, something a toddler, at best, would be wearing. The hood had a bunny's face on it, staring blankly from above Sierra's own panicked eyes, and a pair of big, floppy ears. She could see a fluffy tail on the back, but it was a bit lost since, thankfully, it was too big, the bottom half hanging loosely. She wasn't sure how she felt about something so childish being too big for her, even if she was grateful for it.

Aubrielle noticed it, too. "That's too bad," she mused. "And it was the only one I had, too." She grinned suddenly. "Actually, I know just how to fix it!"

"N-No!" Sierra protested. "I-I think I want to try..."

Aubrielle returned in no time, as if she'd already had it nearby, ready for this, carrying the last thing Sierra wanted to see. "No way!" Sierra squealed, trying to back away, the small changing room giving her almost no room to do so. "N-No, I won't!"

"Yes, you will," Aubrielle purred. "Isn't it so cute?" She gave it a squeeze, the crinkle making Sierra wince. It was, definitely. It was mostly pink and white, and very thick, cartoon bunnies decorating most of it, with one floating across a pleasant, baby blue sky on a balloon on the landing strip for the tapes. It was, Sierra thought, maybe even more infantile than some of the baby diapers she'd ended up in over the years. And it was about to be taped around her bottom, the one she'd worked so hard to keep padding free for Halloween!

"No!" she stomped her foot defiantly.

"So fussy," Aubrielle teased. "That's all right." Her smile widened, music suddenly beginning to play from the store's speakers. "Do you like to dance?"

Her hips began to sway, Sierra's anger quickly fading away, unable to stop watching as the other woman started to dance. It was entrancing, seeing her body move, her hair swaying, and Sierra felt her mind starting to go blank, not noticing as, in the midst of her dance, Aubrielle laid the diaper out on the bench, tugged Sierra's panties down, pushed her onto the waiting garment.

"You're drooling a little," Aubrielle mocked, producing a pacifier, a bunny's nose and whiskers on the front, pushing it into Sierra's gaping mouth, clipping it to the front of the girl's onesie with a carrot-shaped leash. Then came the lotion and powder, worked into her dance, and, in no time, Sierra was taped up into her diaper, the onesie snapped around it, tail now sticking out quite prominently as the padding strained against the fabric, almost too bulky.

Sierra's eyes slowly widened once Aubrielle had finished her dance, first at her reflection, as she pawed at the diaper, squirming in her seat on the bench, and then at the other woman herself, watching her gleefully. "You're a veela!" she gasped, hardly able to believe she hadn't realized it sooner.

"I can't understand you," Aubrielle teased her, pulling the pacifier out of her mouth, Sierra blushing at having forgotten it was there. "What was that, cutie?"

"Y-You're a veela," Sierra repeated.

"Oh? So I did sense a little magic in you," Aubrielle smiled. "But it still took you that long to sense it. I'd say these probably suit someone as slow as you quite well, don't they?" she gave the diaper a pat.

"No!" Sierra blushed. "I don't need diapers!" She could feel another word struggling to slip out, and did her best to stop it, but, as Aubrielle looked her in the eye, she couldn't help it. "Anymore."

"Really?" Aubrielle's eyes glimmered. "How long has that been true?"

Sierra groaned, thinking back to her discussion about chicken nuggets with Brandy. This was much worse, though, not least of all because she couldn't resist telling the truth. Veela were magical creatures, beautiful, but with the power to cloud over the minds of any who saw them dance. Especially men, although she'd heard it affected some women, too, and it seemed she was one of those. She'd heard they turned into hideous bird monsters if they were angered, though she could hardly see how it was possible for Aubrielle to look ugly in any way. Besides, she suspected Aubrielle might only be half veela. She probably would have figured it out much sooner otherwise, right?

"How long has it been since you needed diapers?" Aubrielle asked again.

"I-I had my last accident two weeks ago," Sierra admitted.

"Two weeks?" Aubrielle chuckled. "Not even a full month! How adorable! I knew this was the right choice for you! You know, I love this job, picking out the perfect costumes for women to help them look their best, so I can still outshine them, but I could tell right away that wasn't what you needed. You are going to get so much candy!" She pinched Sierra's cheeks.

"I don't want candy!" Sierra pouted, although, of course, that wasn't totally true. She'd want candy tomorrow, though, once it was all on sale, and she could buy it for herself. "I want to go to a party, and I'm not going like this!"

"Part of that is true," Aubrielle winked. "You're definitely not going to any parties. Come on!"

She took Sierra by the hand, leading her out of the store, snatching up a plastic pumpkin bucket on her way out. In the gloomy daylight, her skin was even more luminescent, as she pulling Sierra to her car, strapping her into the backseat, driving her first to a drugstore.

"How adorable!" the cashier there exclaimed as Sierra was forced to waddle in, crinkling loudly. "Here, take all the candy you want, sweetie!"

Aubrielle chose for her, grabbing out piece of candy from the bowl on the counter and dropping it into Sierra's bucket. "She has plenty of trick or treating to go tonight," she said, leading Sierra into the store, down the aisles until they were in a very trouble section. Sierra gulped, looking around, seeing shelf after shelf of laxatives, suppositories, enemas, the last things she wanted to see.

"It's called trick or treat," Aubrielle reminded her. "You're going to get plenty of treats, but you need a trick, too. I have a feeling you know more about this than me, so tell me, which would be the worst trick?"

Sierra's eyes scanned the shelves, her cheeks burning. None of them were good, but, while she didn't think she'd tried all of them, there was one that she knew was worse than the others she had. She was surprised they had it here at all, since it had only been used on her during her rather unfortunate stint in a mental institution, with Muggles who, naturally, thought she must be crazy to claim to be a witch. It was much smaller than most of the other disposable enemas she'd seen, yet much more powerful, and faster acting, with some kind of relatively weak anesthetization that made it far harder to hold as it numbed her bowels.

There was no way she was going to go through that again! She blushed, looking away, only to see Aubrielle beginning to dance. "Isn't this music great?" she asked. "I just can't help myself!"

And, thanks to that, Sierra couldn't, either. At least the cashier gave her another piece of candy on the way out, as Sierra fretted about what was going to happen to her.

"Now, then, where are you going?" Aubrielle asked, back in the car, radio on, even her head bobbing to the music enough to mesmerize Sierra into telling her the truth. Thankfully, Aubrielle seemed to take pity on her, not driving her to Brandy's house after all, stopping short and hopping out of the car. She helped Sierra out of her seat, holding her by the hand, leading her up to the closest house.

Had she misheard? Did she think this was Sierra's destination? Sierra started thinking up some way to convince the veela she was right, to stay here long enough for Aubrielle to leave, so she could get back home and change before meeting with Brandy.

"Aren't you a cute bunny?" the woman who answered the door smiled. "Now, what do you say?"

Sierra nibbled at her pacifier, glancing back at Aubrielle, trying to gauge whether she'd figured out the woman didn't know her or not. "Go on," Aubrielle said, pulling the pacifier out of Sierra's mouth. "You practiced this, remember?"

"Tr-trick or treat," Sierra blushed, holding out her bucket.

"Here you go!" the woman gave her some candy, staying bent over for a moment. "Just so you know," she said, "your diaper is peeking out a bit, sweetie."

Sierra blushed, looking down. She'd worked so hard, tugging at the legholes of her onesie on the car ride there, trying to arrange it just right, for all the good that would do, since the bulge and the sound would almost definitely give her away anyway. And, sure enough, she could see some plastic that had worked its way back out.

"Her poor onesie doesn't stand a chance," Aubrielle patted Sierra on the head. "Her diaper's just too big! But anything smaller wouldn't do her any good, especially on a long, exciting night like tonight!"

"N-No, I don't need it!" Sierra blurted out. "I-I..." Aubrielle pushed the pacifier back into her mouth, taking her by the hand again.

"Say thank you," she ordered, and Sierra mumbled it as she toddled away, on to the next house. The cycle repeated, with Sierra certain everyone was staring at her diaper, even if they didn't say anything, several bored looking teenagers outright giggling at her. Her bucket was already starting to get a little heavy when they reached Brandy's house.

Sierra froze for a second, recognizing her porch. Did Aubrielle remember that this was it? Sierra swallowed, sucking on her paci anxiously. "Go on," the veela sent her ahead with a pair of diaper pats. "You can do it by yourself."

She must not, Sierra thought. That was a relief! Or, it would have been, if she didn't have to ring the doorbell anyway. Nervously, she took the pacifier out of her mouth, trying to figure out how to hide it, finally tossing it over her shoulder, holding her bucket behind her back, too, to keep Brandy from seeing what she'd been up to.

She whimpered, feeling as prepared as she could, yet still not ready to face her friend in this infantile costume, knowing what the other girl would be wearing. She couldn't protest, didn't dare look back or beg Aubrielle to stop, or she'd know for sure something was up. She tugged at the onesie's hood, hoping, in the fading light, it would obscure her face enough that Brandy wouldn't know it was her, and rang the doorbell.

"There you are!" Brandy exclaimed, instantly dashing Sierra's hopes as she saw the door swing open, her eyes firmly on the floor, seeing Brandy's heels, and tights, already looking so much more grown-up and sexy than her even from that. "Oh!" Sierra blushed, hearing her friend's surprise. "I thought you said we were both dressing like Playboy bunnies! This isn't quite what I expected."

"Y-Yeah," Sierra made herself glance up, blushing as she took in the rest of Brandy's costume, seeing her leotard, her gloves, her bunny ear headband, everything Sierra had thought she was going to be wearing, only to end up in this mockery of it. "I-I thought..."

She squirmed, heart racing as she heard the crinkle that made, knowing Brandy had, too. She fought back a whimper, feeling Brandy's gaze move down her body, reaching her poofy bottom. "Sierra, are you wearing...?"

"Y-Yeah!" Sierra nodded. "I-I'm a baby bunny! G-Get it?"

"I... guess?" Brandy frowned. "Sorry, you look cute, I just wasn't what I thought you'd be wearing."

"Me, neither," Sierra mumbled. She'd never been around Brandy in anything thicker than a Goodnite, and even those she'd obsessively kept hidden. Now, she'd shown up on her friend's doorstep with a diaper practically on display! It was absolutely mortifying!

"Now, doesn't she look pretty?" Sierra's blood ran cold as she heard Aubrielle's voice. "See, Sierra? That's what a big girl looks like in that costume! Maybe one day you will, too! But first you have to get out of those diapers!"

Sierra nibbled her bottom lip, hating the sound of that last word as someone finally said it out loud, leaving it hanging in the air for a long moment. It was late enough now that Aubrielle's skin really was glowing, a soft white that nearly matched her hair, and Sierra hoped that would be enough to tip Brandy off that something wasn't right here.

"Oh, wow," Brandy said instead. "That body paint is incredible! I've never seen any that glowed that well!"

"You have no idea," Aubrielle winked. "Now, then, I can't thank you enough for looking after my little Sierra. I hate that I have to run off, and I wouldn't want her to miss the rest of trick or treating, but you know how it is!"

"N-No, I wasn't...!" Sierra tried to say, not wanting Brandy to think she'd been trick or treating, like a kid, even if that was exactly what she'd been doing.

"Don't let her eat too much candy, or she might have a little accident. She might do that anyway, of course. Don't worry, you don't have to change her, her Pampers should hold up until her bedtime. She promised me she didn't need to use the potty before we left the house, so she shouldn't make a stinky, unless she was lying. I'm going to trust she isn't, and not leave any spares."

Sierra felt her whole face, and then what seemed like her whole body, turn a pink that matched her onesie, as Aubrielle talked about her like she was a toddler being passed off to a babysitter, emphasized with some loud, crinkly pats to her diaper. She'd worked so hard to pass herself off as an adult, and not childish, well before the conversation about chicken nuggets, and now, in a matter of seconds, this veela was ruining it all, making her look more babyish than almost anything Sierra could have done on her own!

"Is this a prank?" Brandy furrowed her brow, confused.

"No, but that's a good point," Aubrielle continued. "Don't let her get up to any mischief! You know how she is! If she does anything naughty, let me know, and I'll give her a good spanking when I come pick her up. It'll probably be a little past her bedtime, but I'm sure she'll be so wired, even without a bunch of candy, that you wouldn't be able to get her to sleep anyway."

"I-I'm not..." Brandy shook her head with a frown.

Sierra liked to think she would have said no to it, and realized that Aubrielle was behind it all, and none of this was true, but, unfortunately, music began to play from Aubrielle's phone, and the veela started to dance once more, the other two women's expressions going blank, ready to do whatever they were told.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Brandy smiled. "Just let me grab my purse, and I'll be ready to go!"

Sierra shook her head, slightly dazed. What had Aubrielle done?! She didn't think it had been much, if anything, to her, but she had no way of knowing. Aubrielle knelt down in front of her, positioning herself between the smaller girl and the door.

"Now, Sierra, let's give your diapie one last check! You be a good girl, okay?" she said. "I don't want to hear anything bad when I come to pick you up!"

Sierra quickly realized what she was saying didn't matter, because, in reality, she was reaching into her purse, then sliding her long, slender fingers into the back of Sierra's diaper. Sierra had almost forgotten about the enema, but now she tried her best to wiggle away, blushing, looking up to see Brandy returning, while Aubrielle's body kept her from seeing what was being done to Sierra, so she'd know what came after wasn't her fault.

"And no messies!" Aubrielle scolded her, as she pushed in on the tiny bulb, Sierra squeaking as she felt the small rush of liquid, short, but powerful, already certain she could feel the numbing start. "You know you're too big for that, young lady! Don't make your poor friend have to deal with that!"

"B-But..." Sierra protested, only to have it ended with her pacifier.

"I'll see you later!" Aubrielle pulled her off the porch, to the sidewalk, giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "Have fun!"

She sent Sierra down the sidewalk with one more pat on the diaper, sending her off, away from Brandy's house, and the bathroom Sierra knew was there, Brandy taking her hand as if she thought Sierra really was a little kid, one who couldn't be trusted to walk by herself.

She had no idea what, if anything, Aubrielle had done, or said, to Brandy, if she'd brainwashed her in any way. She wasn't sure which would be worse, really, if her friend was being forced to treat her like a child, or if she was doing it without any help.

"W-We don't have to do this," Sierra told her.

"Of course we do!" Brandy smiled, swinging Sierra's arm. "This is what Halloween is all about! I don't mind doing a little babysitting before my party!"

Sierra's stomach lurched, although she wasn't sure if it was from what was going on inside it, or hearing Brandy call it 'her' party, instead of 'theirs'. "Y-You're not my babysitter," she reminded her, glad Aubrielle hadn't done anything to stop her from saying that.

"I'm not?" Brandy looked down at her. "Then, if I check your diaper, it won't be wet, right?"

Sierra swallowed. "N-No," she shook her head, as Brandy stopped, starting to kneel down. "B-But please don't!" It had been so nice, having a friend who, as far as she knew, didn't have any idea about her accidents, or the protection she'd needed until a couple weeks ago. She really hated the idea of Brandy unsnapping her onesie, seeing her diaper with nothing over it, nothing to hide it, whether it was wet or not.

"All right, all right," Brandy patted her on the head. "I guess it doesn't really matter anyway, huh? We have to trust you're a big enough girl to make it through tonight without leaking!"

Sierra tried to wriggle away as Brandy gave her tummy a tickle, unable to keep herself from giggling, despite how nervous having any contact down there made her. She had a far bigger worry than leaking right now. She could see Aubrielle behind them, softly glowing in front of Brandy's house, knew that she wouldn't let them go back there, but if she could make it to the next house, then maybe she'd be able to talk her way into the bathroom and use it before disaster struck. It wasn't that far! She'd never lasted long after one of those mini-enemas, but surely she could get there.

And, perhaps, she could have, if she hadn't turned away from Brandy, filled with determination, and found herself face to face with a tiny ghost. "Boo!" it squealed, raising its arms.

Sierra squeaked, stumbling backwards, tripping over her own feet, and landing hard on her bottom. The padding kept it from hurting too badly, but, unfortunately, it didn't stop what happened next. Her eyes widened as she felt the warm mush begin pouring out into her diaper, oozing around her backside as she squirmed on the sidewalk, aghast.

"Lita!" an older voice scolded. "I am so sorry! She just really wanted to scare someone! I didn't think it would actually work!"

Sierra was grunting softly, fighting to stop the flow as her diaper continued to fill, thinking she might almost have it. Then the woman grabbed her by the hands, hauled her to her feet, pulling her away from the assistance she'd been getting from the solid sidewalk beneath her. Her diaper began to balloon outwards, pulling the onesie tighter around her, her knees bending as her body worked, ignoring Sierra's every attempt to stop it.

"Oh, my," the woman said. "I guess it really did scare her! I'm so sorry!"

"No, it's all right," Brandy assured her. "Tell her not to worry, Sierra." Sierra really wished there was some surprise in her voice, or even disgust, to make it seem like she never would have expected Sierra to do this, but she was taking this in stride far too easily, as if she'd known all along it was bound to happen.

When Sierra opened her mouth, the only sound she could make was another grunt as she continued to poop her pants. Helplessly, she watched the woman pull her toddler, in its goofy ghost costume, barely more than a sheet with eyes cut out, away, humiliated that it looked like that was who she'd been so terrified of that she'd messed herself like this.

"I guess you did tell a little fib, huh?" Brandy asked, giving the bulging seat of Sierra's onesie a pat, Sierra whimpering at the feel of her friend's hand on her diaper. "You were just so excited about trick or treating that you couldn't bear to take a potty break, I bet. This is what happens!"

"I-It's not my fault!" Sierra stomped her foot, wrinkling her nose as the mush shifted and squelched in her pants.

Of course, Aubrielle had made sure Brandy hadn't seen the enema, so there was no way to prove that, or make her friend understand it without looking like she was making excuses, too immature to take responsibility for her own, stinky, actions.

"Sierra," Brandy replied, with all the calm of a practiced babysitter, "you're two months older than me. If I can keep from filling my pants, and you can't, I'd say that's all on you. But that's okay! That's just, like, your vibe!"

"Don't say it's cute!" Sierra sulked. Sierra hadn't necessarily liked hearing that about chicken nuggets, but she could live with it. Hearing that about messy diapers, on the other hand, was a whole different story. She really hoped Aubrielle had brainwashed Brandy a bit, and not just kept her from asking too many questions, and that this wasn't all coming straight from her friend's mind. But, even if it wasn't, now that the thought had been implanted, and she'd witnessed this, would there be any escaping from it?

"Aww, don't cry," Brandy gave Sierra a hug. "Do you want to see if we can catch up and get a spare diaper after all?"

Sierra looked back towards Brandy's house. There was no sign of Aubrielle's glow there, so she shook her head, knowing there was no point.

"Okay," Brandy nodded, taking Sierra's hand. "I bet I know what will cheer you up, then!"

She pulled Sierra forward, towards the next house, ringing the doorbell for her, even shouting, "Trick or treat!" when Sierra was too bashful to do anything more than stare at her slippers, bottom wiggling in her dirty diaper, thinking about how much sillier she must look, standing next to Brandy, who was wearing the grown-up version of her costume, at Sierra's own request.

"Hey," Brandy told her, on the way to the next house. "There are no gloomy bunnies allowed here! We're not stopping until your bucket is as full as your diaper, so you might as well look happy about it! And don't worry, I'll tell her you lasted until we were almost done before you had your accident, so she doesn't know about your fib. Maybe you won't get a spanking."

"Maybe not," Sierra nodded. She had no doubt Aubrielle knew the truth, or could get it out of them with a quick dance, though it was nice of Brandy to try. She'd hoped to spend the night at a grown-up party, but it looked like the best she was going to be able to hope for was lots of good candy.

"Sierra!" Brandy scolded, when Sierra immediately reached into her bucket, once she let go of her free hand. "Well, why not? You already had an accident, so what's the worst that can happen?"

Sierra spat the paci out, letting the leash catch it, calling out, "Trick or treat!" before popping the candy into her mouth, while a few new pieces rained down into her bucket.

This wasn't nearly the way she'd planned on spending Halloween, but, as a consolation prize, it wasn't so bad, she supposed. At the very least, she might as well make the most of it, before Aubrielle returned and almost definitely delivered that spanking, no matter what Brandy said in her defense. She just hoped the veela didn't make Brandy give it to her herself, although, at this point, she wasn't sure how much it would matter. After what her friend had already seen, there was no way she'd be able to look at her the same again. How much of a difference would a few spanks make, when she'd seen Sierra fill her diaper to the brim at the tiniest, least spooky scare possible? Sierra almost wished Aubrielle had used her dance to make her mess herself, because this had been so much worse. Which was, probably, the whole point. One more little trick, before she went to collect her treats.