It Shows More Than You Think Ch 03

It's fluffy and it shows more than you'd think, An A1386G Sidestory.

AN: This is off to the side of A1386G, neither is required to understand the other, but added context is always fun.

"Why are we doing this?" Rebecca asked her maid quietly, as she pushed down her skirt, trying to hide a soft bulge she thought others might notice.

"Because you said you wanted to go out today, mistress." Honesty replied. "And the Aquarium was on your list of places to go over break. So, I took the liberty of getting us tickets."

"But why like this?" Rebecca said, as she gestured at her waist.

"Because somebody didn't like that I spent fifty dollars on them for just one day." Honesty replied. "And because it would help someone avoid public restrooms."

"You're the same size, you should be wearing them too!"

"Mistress, if I did wear them under my clothes they'd show."

"You've worn them out before."

"Because I was on the rag and you accidentally threw out my cup." Honesty said. "And those were much thinner than the ones I got you."

"But."

"Mistress, how often have I had to help you out of a toilet stall you got stuck in?" Honesty said in her normal voice.

"I don't get stuck." Rebecca almost hissed.

"Then what would you call it when I have to help you out of a stall because something locked up?" Honesty said. "Like your hands."

Rebecca gave a cute little whimper-moan of defeat. They were new, but Honesty loved hearing them. It was fun making her mistress suffer like this.

"Now then Mistress, should we get going?" Honesty said.

"After you change."

"What do you mean?"

"Put on a diaper and that dress you smuggled up here, and then we'll go." Rebecca said. "And put another spare in that giant bag of yours. If I'm not using the restroom there, you're not making me wait."

"Yes Mistress."

A few minutes later Honesty emerged from their bedroom in an absolutely massive dress which covered her from collarbone to ankle, and out to her elbows in embroidery, beads and a simple blue and white paisley print on rayon. Rebecca hated it. However, with a comfortable pair of flats it was Honesty's favorite outfit, which she wore year-round when she could, adding heavier tights or a cardigan if she needed. Adding to the ensemble was a pastel green diaper bag Honesty had borrowed from Janice for the occasion, and a sensible sunhat and oversized sunglasses.

Rebecca just gave her a look and then the two headed out to meet the tram at the station.

The Aquarium was honestly less impressive looking than it could've been for something on a few blocks of waterfront between the shipyard and the ferry terminal that had that shopping mall on top of it. It was just a giant block of concrete with some ocean themed tiles on the side, and a glass blob on the side and sort of coming over it. Rebecca and Honesty had heard it was supposed to be a scallop shell, but it didn't look the part to them.

The two of them stood out a fair amount at the aquarium, with most of the people who were there being either couples or young families here on the break.

"Maybe we should have invited Steven and Marie along?" Rebecca said as the two watched a woman, probably a nanny, grab a two year old by their hoodie and rip them back from attempting to swim in the touch tank.

"My apologies Mistress, I thought you wanted a personal day, so I didn't think to ask." Honesty said, sounding significantly more like what she should've been. "And Marie is supposed to learn about fig wasps again today."

"What did she do this time?"

"She tried to drink a quart of milk by herself to test her medication."

"Okay, then how about Cinnamon and Cinni-mini?"

"Constance already has a pass and said not if we're doing kink stuff."

"Oh right." Rebecca said, before setting off towards the touch tank. "Anyway, let's go feed some stingrays."

"Yes, Mistress." Honesty said before following.

The stingray touch tank was the usual sort of tank, with cownose rays swimming around alternately dodging or drawing up to countless fingers and hands, some holding bits of food.

Rebecca loved it, and forced the two of them to get separate cups of food. Honesty on the other hand hated the feeling of suction when the rays ate the anchovies or whatever their feed was. That said, the central island bit did have actual mangroves in it, which Honesty thought was nice.

And then when that was done, because Rebecca just had to do it as well, she wanted to touch everything in the tide-pool touch tank, which looked exactly like the ones in the keys they had played in on a family trip down there when they were still children.

"Touch the anemone," Rebecca said, as she held Honesty's hand in the water. "Do it now."

Honesty did, and immediately jumped back when the anemone pulled its gooey-feeling tentacles in.

Rebecca laughed for a few minutes, and after catching her breath said. "Let's get lunch."

The aquarium's restaurant was split into a few parts, a normal counter for families and casual stuff, and a nice sitdown restaurant that was open to anyone off the street for dinner and was of course quite expensive then.

Fortunately, Rebecca had just come into a bit of money, and their lunch menu wasn't as extravagant or expensive.

The two of them, as Rebecca had just flashed her handicapped card, were seated by one of the windows into the tank. It was a beautiful view, and Rebecca spent almost as much time staring at the fish in the seven million gallon tank as she did looking at the menu or her beloved goddess.

She however, could turn her attention towards remembering to order the butterfish piccata, while Honesty was allowed a piece of smoked mullet and salad.

"Does this look weird to you?" Rebecca said, as she pointed to the piccata.

"It doesn't look like a butterfish to me Mistress, but it might've just needed trimming." Honesty replied.

Rebecca took a bite out of it. "It tastes about right."

"It's probably fine then."

"How's the mullet?"

"I've had better."

Eventually, Rebecca finished eating, and had Honesty eat what remained of her piccata and vegetables. It did taste about right for butterfish, but it was still some sort of substitution. Honesty would've voiced her concerns aloud, but a serving of escolar was probably going to fit her plans just fine. She smiled to herself behind a napkin while Rebecca was too busy looking at the manta rays gliding around the tank.

"Mistress, now that I've finished both of our meals, would you like to actually start the tour?"

Rebecca broke her attention away from the Mantas, and nodded.

As they finally started the path of a drop of water after it reached the surface, the sound of running, bubbling water did as it inevitably did to many, and Honesty felt the need to pee. And so, as Rebecca stared at a Gar, she did. It was a little long, and a bit more than Honesty had anticipated, but it was convenient, even if a warm diaper felt a little unusual on her crotch. Honesty also knew it was nowhere near what one of these could take, and so after it was finished soaking in, she just went back to ignoring it.

Rebecca seemingly didn't notice, and she continued to flit around looking at fish and birds and things. Of course, that also meant she spent a good long while looking for a snapping turtle debating if she actually had to pee or if she could hold it until she went home. After an argument that would've made her grandparents proud, hold it won, and she clenched harder while still not finding the snapping turtle.

Eventually though, Rebecca's breakfast and lunch came back to haunt her, and she felt a burbling in her stomach, and a pressure in her colon as she wandered through the mangrove tunnel. "Honesty!" She whispered as she tugged on the larger girl's arm, "Where are the restrooms?"

"You're wearing one," Honesty replied, as she idly checked her phone. "Just go in it."

"I don't think you understand, I have to poop. Badly." Rebecca continued.

"So? Mistress, if you can't hold it, go. It's not like I haven't already." Honesty then flicked her thumb over to check something else out. "Your mother and aunt liked the picture with the river otter I posted."

The pressure built and built. "It's not coming out."

"Stop walking and squat a little."

Rebecca dropped into a half-squat and leaned on a ledge overlooking some mangroves in a tank that was supposed to have crabs or something in it. The pressure she felt eased somewhat, as she felt her bowels empty into her diaper faster than she'd ever felt a movement before. "Why would you do this to me?" She hissed.

"Because you didn't go earlier." Honesty said. "You've been wet all day haven't you."

Rebecca grunted. "I have not."

"Mistress you love causing a scene." Honesty said. "I can't take you anywhere because of it. After ten years of ruining my life, is this finally enough for you?"

"Guava, Guava." Rebecca said as she teared up, "It's too much. I can't do this."

At once Honesty went from amused to concerned as her mistress started crying. "Okay, so we can't just stop this, but I'm sorry I went too far. If you can just finish I'll get you all cleaned up and then we can go from there. Does that sound good?"

Rebecca, although still sobbing, nodded. "Yes."

"Good. Now be a good little mistress, and stay right here. I'll be right back." Honesty said as she hurried off.

Thankfully for Rebecca, Honesty found a docent soon. "Ah." Honesty said, unsure of how to phrase this in a way that wouldn't get them thrown out. "I'm here with my charge, who is disabled, and I need somewhere to change her. Where's the nearest family restroom?"

The docent looked around, thought for a moment and replied, "Next to the snack bar overlooking the Florida Shelf tank. You can't miss it." He said, pointing past Rebecca's location. "Fastest way is to just finish this loop, since it just ends up there anyway."

"Thank you." Honesty said as she bowed, and then dashed off back to Rebecca.

Rebecca had still not managed to stop crying, and was still draped over the ledge. Honesty was however a woman who worked out more than she probably should have, and just pulled the smaller, crying woman up and over her back into a fireman's carry before walking off to the restrooms.

Rebecca just kept crying, and somehow managed to cry more as people turned to watch the two of them walking before turning back.

Fortunately, the family restroom Honesty chose was pretty large, and locked from the inside. It also had an adult changing table that was actually clean, which Rebecca didn't notice in her state, but Honesty appreciated. So, after setting Rebecca down on the table, Honesty kissed the smaller girl's forehead while sliding her dress up. This got her to stop crying, but Rebecca was also just exhausted from all that crying, and so she just went with things wordlessly while listening to music on her phone.

Honesty then went into her bag, and found wipes, a garbage bag, and gloves, and got to work. After all, she'd smelled worse things before. She had smelled worse things that had come out of Rebecca before, and was at this point no stranger to poop.

That didn't mean she liked it however. But she had made this bed, and now had to lie in it.

And so, she opened the tabs, tucked one end under Rebecca and rolled her on her side facing the wall.

Then came the cleaning and the peel, and Honesty had definitely played herself today. It was squished, and looked like it had been a painful movement. Fortunately, it still cleaned up easily, and removing and replacing the diaper had been pretty easy, even if it did smell like death.

Finally, with everything cleaned up and Rebecca mollified, Honesty changed herself. It was by far a simpler process, as she only had to hike up her skirt, and swap the two diapers out with a quick wipe in between.

"There, all better." Honesty said as she pitched the last bag away. "Do you want to stay, or should I buy the extensions so we can come back another day?"

"I think I can stay." Rebecca said as she sat up and fixed her skirt. "But we're never doing this in public again."

"Okay, we can head back as soon as I finish packing up." Honesty said, as she started putting things back into the bag. "Mistress, do you want to finish that loop, or do you want to go look at manatees and that reef wall?"

"Let's go get a pretzel and watch the mantas first." Rebecca said as she stood up. "What was left on that loop anyway? Some redfish?"

"Pretty much. What do you want on your pretzel, mistress?"

"Just salt. Also, don't say a word about this to anyone."

"Of course not Mistress."

"Especially not Constance."

"Agreed." Honesty said as she blanched.

"Now then," Rebecca said as she opened the door. "Let's go have fun."