The sky had clouded over by the time they reached the edge of the shopping district. Jennifer walked slower than usual, hips swaying under the tightness of her leggings, her belly soft and rolling slightly with each step. Maya trudged beside her, smaller and furious, still flushed from her earlier outburst, her soaked shorts now clinging awkwardly to her thighs.
The silence between them was heavy.
Jennifer suddenly tensed mid-step. A familiar warmth bloomed low in her belly—pressure, urgent and creeping fast. She froze for a moment, clenched her muscles tight, and gritted her teeth.
Not now. Come on… not here.
She breathed through it, slowly. The sensation passed—barely. She felt a tiny leak escape into her training pants, just enough to make her wince, but she managed to stop the rest.
She turned to Maya, voice breathless but steady. “We need to find somewhere. Now.”
A block later, they spotted it—a boutique for tween and teen fashion with a cutesy window display and a glittery pink logo. Not ideal. But it was the only option nearby.
Inside, the shop was loud with bubblegum colors and upbeat music. Racks of glittery skirts, pastel hoodies, and cutesy graphic tees lined the walls. Jennifer scanned the store and caught sight of a small diaper section near the back—clearly meant for kids who needed them a little longer, discreet but very much themed.
Maya crossed her arms and muttered, “Thith ith the wortht day of my life.”
“I know,” Jennifer said softly. “Just a little longer. Let’s get you something clean.”
A store assistant, maybe eighteen, approached with a too-bright smile. “Aww, is she looking for something to wear after an accident? No worries, we’ve got plenty of cute stuff for princesses her age!”
Maya looked like she was about to explode.
Jennifer jumped in, fast. “Yes. Something… age-appropriate. Please.”
The girl led them to the back and offered a few options: pastel rompers with sparkly hearts, frilly skirts, shirts with unicorns and rainbows—and then, the diapers.
They were soft, pink, and embarrassingly decorated with crowns and tiaras. “Princess Pants,” the packaging read. The largest size available. They had no other discreet options.
Maya’s face went crimson. “I’m gonna thcream.”
Jennifer grabbed a pack, ignoring the sting in her pride. “It’s all they have. Let’s just get out of here.”
In the changing stall, Jennifer helped Maya clean up and dress. The new clothes were humiliating—tight around her small frame, puffy at the sleeves, the “Princess Power!” shirt riding slightly high on her belly. The diaper crinkled audibly with every shift, barely concealed beneath the poofy pink skirt.
Maya stared at herself in the mirror, jaw clenched. “I look like a sissy pageant reject.”
Jennifer placed a hand on her shoulder. “You look like someone who’s going to help me end this. That’s all that matters.”
They paid quickly and stepped back out onto the street, Maya waddling slightly in the thick pink padding, and Jennifer walking carefully, still conscious of the slight dampness in her own underwear.
The witch had humiliated them both.
But if Kira thought she’d broken them—
She was dead wrong.