Chapter Twenty-Five:

I thought it was over, this whole stupid shopping trip and this whole stupid day. But it was only the afternoon and Betsy was just getting started. I reached down to pick up the huge box of wooden trains and felt my body tense and strain to lift it off the shelf as a cramp overwhelmed me. My muscles gave out and I dropped to my hands and knees on the tile floor, just as I started pushing the stinky mess into the seat of my diaper. At first... relief. No more cramps. No more pain. But as I recognized my position, bent over with my ass in the air, diaper exposed for the camera, in the middle of a toy store... I felt tears fill my eyes as I filled my diaper.

I should have been disgusted. I mean, it was disgusting. She was an adult woman, on her hands and knees, shitting herself loudly in a public place. I didn't see it that way, though; when I looked at her, what I saw was a lovely precious cinnamon bun of a baby girl who was having an accident and sobbing about it. And I got to my knees immediately after it was finished with and cuddled her face against my chest, playing with her hair and soothing her.

"Oh no, did Baby Luvs have an accident? Here in public, in the toy store?" The camera had captured everything - if the perverts were into this, then Abe was going to make so much damn money. "It’s okay, for girls your age, it’s natural. It’s normal. No reason to be upset."

I curled up in Jackie's arms and pushed my face into her chest as tears dripped down my cheeks. Just as I finished messing myself, I felt the uncontrollable warmth in the front of my diaper as I started to wet. I wasn't even thinking about it. I didn't even care. I was just so embarrassed... I just wanted to be changed...

"Oh no," Betsy said with mock concern. "Is Jackie right? Did you have an acci-- oh! Oh you surely did." Betsy waved her hand in front of her nose.

"It's okay, Little Luvs, it's perfectly normal and natural and healthy, you don't have to worry about a thing. Do you want me to help get your toy in the cart? Betsy did promise it to you, didn't she?" When I looked up at Betsy, she was frowning; there was no fucking way that Abe was going to be happy about such an expense, and it was my little revenge on that cunt. Oh my gosh Leona smelled horrific. "Come on, let's stand up, don't worry, accidents happen."

"Especially for smelly little infants like you, Baby Luvs." Betsy felt the need to interject, sourly, waving her hand still. "Maybe I should let one of the staff members know..."

"No!" I looked up at Betsy and blushed fiercely as the camera panned over me. "I... I'm otay..." I wiped my tears away and stood up on my feet, feeling the unnatural shift in my diaper as my mess was pulled down between my legs. I peeked through the aisles at the woman at the register, who seemed to be investigating our side of the store. I bit my bottom lip.

"C-can we go now, pwease?"

"Of course, just get in your stroller."

I stared up at the woman with wide eyes. She... she had to be kidding...

"Come on, Baby Luvs." There was something humiliating about the stroller, too; a little cut out in the back where a camera was fixed up, a tiny little Go Pro, that was going to capture the moment her messy padded ass sat down and made contact, the way it moved and smooshed, up until she was in position.

I didn't care about the toys. I didn't care about anything right now. I just wanted to get out of this stupid mall and out of this stupid diaper! We went up the counter and the checkout clerk made a double take at me. I pushed the dress down between my legs and looked shyly at my feet.

"That'll be $245.58," she told Betsy, who pulled a card out of her purse with a deep sigh. I watched as the cashier sniffed the air, looking around curiously. My cheeks burned red.

"I’m sorry about that," The clerk offered, trying to ignore the very obvious sight of an adult girl in a stroller, "I think there must have been a skunk outside." Oh bless her. Betsy, though, she was the opposite of a blessing.

"Oh goodness me, no, I’m afraid my oversized baby girl here has just had an accident in her pampers. I do apologize, but you know how girls her age can be." She pulled back the sun guard on the stroller to make sure Leona couldn't hide. "Thank the nice lady before we go, Baby Luvs, and apologize to her for making her store all stinky."

I sunk as far back in the stroller as I could and felt fresh tears in my eyes. I wanted to leave... I wanted to change...

"S-sorry," I muttered quietly. But the clerk was completely taken-aback.

"Um... here's your receipt..."

She gave Betsy the slip of paper and went to finish some stocking. I rubbed the water from my eyes as Betsy took me back into the main mall. It was over, I reminded myself. It was all over... except it wasn't. Just before the exit, Betsy turned the stroller into the restroom area. I looked up at her with awe. What was she...

"Let's get you changed, my little baby."

I was hanging back a little bit, not because I was embarrassed or anything, but because I felt like I couldn't do anything to help her. But when I heard Betsy say that, I did pipe in.

"Well, the car is the other way, Betsy."

"That's Miss Betsy to you, Jackie, and I'm certainly not taking a little stinker like Baby Luvs in the car without being changed. We're going to make a quick stop by the Baby Change Room and get her cleaned up."

What. WHAT.

Betsy picked me up out of the stroller and plopped my messy behind down on her forearm, holding me against her hip. She carried me into the women's changing room, where the cameraman couldn't follow. Jackie hesitated and stayed behind. Finally, we were alone.

"Th-there's no cameras... p-please let me change myself..."

"Oh no no no, see my lovely, Abe Scott has wasted too much potential on you already. There're sites you know, places to cater to Little Fetishism, but they always draw the line somewhere. And my research shows how much money there is in messing - that thin line between Little and the more extreme side of things. By the time this week is finished, this is going to be your specialty. Messing. Messing in private, in public, on accident, on purpose... well... on purpose only until you lose control. Abe's next video series is going to be on Training Incontinence, and you're going to be the star of the tutorials. So you should get used to this experience, being a baby, being smelly, being changed... because this is your future, Leona. And you're going to be so rich." She plopped her down on the fold down changing table, which miraculously held her.

"No!" I kicked and hit Betsy until she set me on my messy tush on top of the baby's changing table. I shuddered at the sensation and blushed furiously. "I... I'm an actress... n-not a baby... a-and you're just some h-hired work... y-you don't know anything..." Incontinent? Messing? I would never! This was just a job!

"Oh, and how many other actresses are sitting in public changing rooms in their own mess, darling?" Betsy smirked and put her hand on the girl’s cheek. "You're not just an actress, Leona, you love this. There are parts of it you don't love yet, but you will, and anything you don't love by the end... well, money talks in a big way to our passions. Now, are you going to keep up this fuss, or are you ready to be changed? If you'd like to sit in your mess all the way home... you know... get used to it, come to appreciate it, love it, need it... well, I suppose that's okay too."

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. My lip quivered and I gave very little resistance as Betsy laid me down on the little changing table. I was too big for it and my legs hung off the end, making it that much worse. I closed my eyes tight and tried to shake off her words. I... I wasn't a baby... I was an actress. Right...? Right...?

"Oh, you decided not to? Not to worry, there'll be plenty of time for you to appreciate this." She untaped the diaper while she talked. "Your little crush out there already seems to be quite into it; the way she dived on you when you made your mess, held you close? Such a sweetheart, and ever so transparent." The wipes were cold, and the coldness peeled away the warmth of her mess, cleaned her skin and her sensations, left only the heavy scent in the air.

"I dun have a crush on Jackie," I muttered, but I hardly believed myself when I said it. So what if I liked Jackie? So what if Jackie liked... this? That didn't mean I liked this! I felt the diaper slip out under my bottom and the smell started to disappear. Betsy unfolded a fresh diaper from the diaper bag - a white one with baby blocks from one of our suppliers - and slid it under my butt. I thought the worst was over, until I heard a toilet flush. Betsy and I both froze.

The girl that came out of the stall was young - maybe in her twenties. A cute goth look to her hairstyle, too much eyeliner, and a cheeky smile. She didn't pretend not to notice the pair, in-fact, she did quite the opposite.

"So you do ABDL video stuff? That's cool, what's your site? Do I get free access for meeting you in person?" Then. "Wait, are you filming right now, in here? Where's the camera?" She got on her tiptoes and looked around the corners of the bathroom, pouting with a little frump.

"Well, whatever. You're really cute, huh? You're the baby and you're the Mommy? My ex-girlfriend was into this stuff, got me into it." The fact neither Leona or Betsy had said anything in return to the girl who'd clearly heard their entire conversation didn't seem to deter her one bit from talking though.

"Alright well, I gotta go. Oh, what did you say your site was? You're so fucking real man, so genuine, not like those fake posers on all the sites I've been to." Wow…

Betsy snapped out of it first. She gave a business card and the website address to the young woman, who basically skipped out of the bathroom with excitement. The whole thing... it was so surreal. So... unexpected. When Betsy returned to finish taping on my diaper, I'd built up an ounce of confidence.

I stuck out my tongue at her and said: "I told you I was a good actress."