Mall Trip

Turquoise had her arms crossed as she waddled along after her 'mommy' for the day. Since she was in a grumpy sort of mood, she made sure everyone who looked at her was grumpy. It was the one bit of dignity she could muster in this current situation. That and generally being as difficult as she could be.

It was for that reason she was sitting on the ground, back to the glass wall of some store she didn't care about, cross legged and cross armed, brows furrowed and making a scowl that was purposefully large enough to be seen behind her pacifier. She did her best to ignore everyone walking by and staring at her. Easy enough, since she'd been trying to ignore everyone all day.

“Seriously?” Flowey said, giving the baby leash firmly strapped on her a tug. Though he didn't sound agitated in the slightest. No, he sounded amused and entertained.

Turquoise didn't need to look up to know he had that smug smirk he'd be looking down on her with. “I'm tired, I'm sore, my feet hurt, and I want to go home,” Turquoise said, except with the pacifier bulb in her mouth it was less that she said it and more that she blurbled it.

Flowey chuckled as he took a few steps closer to her. “Tired? Sore? You wanna complain about moving your butt when I've lugging this thing around all day?” There was a massive muffled slap from where Flowey was standing, the sound of a plant-matter hand smacking a butt cheek that easily outweighed Turquoise by a hundred pounds or so. Not that being heavier than Turquoise was hard, but still. “I don't want to hear any whining about moving your baby butt when I'm hauling this hunk a' junk in my trunk.”

“You didn't have to bring that ass, or me, here,” Turquoise retorted, again her speech garbled by her pacifier. Her nose itched and she reached up to scratch it with the tip of her mitted paw.

There was a brief pause, and Turquoise took the smallest, pettiest victory she could knowing he'd just flinched when she's used one of the swear words his mommy would scold him for.

Once Flowey recovered, he scoffed and said, “Golly, guess that's true! I suppose it's my fault you're here at the mall, dressed like a five-year-old, wearing a huge honking diaper eeeeeeveryone can see under your overalls, wearing mittens and booties and a pacifier and looking like momma FlowFlow's pwecious widdle pumpkin!”

Damn it, damn it, damn it. She walked right into that one. She turned to him to give Flowey a stinkeye, special for him. “Everyone can see you're in a huge diaper too, jackass.”

Flowey winced, then giggled in that infuriating way that meant he thought he'd one-upped someone. Which he had, but Turquoise wasn't going to admit it. “Baby, I'm so fat I can't use any of the bathroom stalls. What the heck else am I supposed to do?” Again, Flowey smacked himself, the whap of his padding dampened by the wall of denim covering his massive ass. “No one's going to blame me for being a big fat baby in need of some cushion for my cushion. You? Well, which one of us looks like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum right now?”

Turquoise's face flushed. Of course, damn it, of course this was what he wanted. For her to make a scene and look more like a child even though she was a big girl, no really she was. She'd been played like a fiddle and he was eating it up like her shame was candied peaches.

She would have blown a raspberry at him if she could remove the enchanted pacifier that prevented her from mustering up the strength (or the desire) to actually do that. Instead she shoved at the front of his diaper in a vain attempt to push him away.

Flowey snorted, just about choking on his own laughter. His stomach bounced, making his striped t-shirt ride up a small ways. “What the heck was that? Are you trying to look more like a baby? 'Cause, let me tell you, if this were a contest for looking like a baby, you'd be disqualified for being an actual baby.”

“Shut up, fatty,” Turquoise barked back. Again, with the pacifier in her mouth, her intend was ruined and she realized she did sound more and more like a toddler having a meltdown, and making Flowey look more like a reasonable adult. Which was, just... so wrong.

Flowey loomed over the pouting cat, his shadow engulfing her. His jeans creaked as his chub shifted and his diaper bulged. Even Flowey's heels, despite being so fat and stubby themselves, moaned in agony. He reached out and pinched Turquoise's cheek with his weirdly textured thorn-claws while his other hand fluffed up his golden petals. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, pussycat~”

“Will it get this pacifier out of my mouth?” Turquoise grumbled.

“...Flattery will get you most places with me,” Flowey corrected, and gave Turquoise's nose a smooch.

The scent of fresh honey was shot up her nostrils. Were she not being forced to be basically powerless at the moment, she might have enjoyed it. As it was, she only kinda liked it and turned her nose up and away from Flowey.

Flowey gasped as though offended, sounding perfectly sarcastic. “Baby Turqey, you wound Momma FlowFlow.”

“For the love of god, don't call me that,” Turquoise grumbled.

But Flowey had been forsaken by god long ago and ignored her demand. “I've been extra good to you all day, haven't I, Baby Turqey? I even got you that nice dress you were eyeing in the big girl isle at Babies 4 U.” He patted the massive diaper bag he was carrying over his shoulder where diaper changes for himself and Turquoise were stored, along with a cute butter yellow dress Turquoise had seen in the shop and quite adored.

Not that Turquoise would admit she wanted it. Not that she needed to admit it for Flowey to get all high and mighty about picking out a dress she'd love. Not that Turquoise wouldn't thank him for it later.

Flowey harumphed. “Such a grumpycat. I should put your face on the internet, I'd make millions.”

“Don't you dare.”

“Oh, hush, Turqey, like I'd do that to you. No, your cuteness is for me and my handsome skeleton boyfriend. Hey, we should get him a catsuit modeled after you! He can be the daddy and we'll be a happy family. Of course, you'll be our kitten, and we'll go out for ice cream every day~”

Turquoise blushed again, though it wasn't just out of grumpy shame this time. “Don't tease me like that.”

“Fine, I'll tease you like this.” Flowey snapped his finger-claws and said, “Golly, I know what's wrong!” And then he quickly reached down and stuck a claw into the short pant leg of her overalls, then into the leak guard of her diaper.

Turquoise didn't flinch, too used to it at this point. Her face was turning redder and hotter by the second and she hated it, she tried to tell herself.

“No wonder you're being so fussy,” Flowey said, standing back up. “My pussycat's gone and gotten all sodden, hasn't she? Poor baby, I know how much cats hate being wet.”

“Ugh,” Turquoise said.

“Well, come on, then.” Flowey tugged at the leash. “Let's find a private bathroom and get you all cleaned up. Can't have you be walking around in a soiled diaper.”

But Turquoise still didn't get up and kept right on pouting.

Flowey tugged a bit more. “Babycakes, c'mon, you don't wanna waddle around in a mushy diaper, do you?”

Still she refused to budge.

Flowey sighed and tapped his boot against the ground. “Look, your pony boyfriend will actually sit on me if he finds out you got a rash while I was watching you. And as much as I'm into that, I prefer consent.”

Turquoise snorted.

“Ah-hah! So you aren't a total sourpuss after all!” Flowey stuck out his tongue.

“I'm a sweetpuss, thanks,” she replied.

Flowey's snorted. “True enough, sweet cheeks.”

“I'm not moving,” Turquoise practically demanded. “My legs hurt, I'm tired of walking and window shopping, and I want to go home. So unless it's to your car, I'm not getting up.”

Flowey placed his hands on his hips and hummed. Being the egotist he was, he rubbed his hips several times while his lips were bunched up in thought. Then, after several seconds, he said, “Fine.”

Turquoise blinked. “Fine?”

Nodding, he repeated, “Fine.” Then he shrugged. “I've had my revenge for you turning me into a petal pot pie.” Patting his tummy for emphasis, he said, “So we'll go home. I'll even remove the pacifier. You just have to do one thing first.”

“You?” she said.

Flowey had to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing loud enough to get mall security to investigate. His other hand held his bouncing belly to contain the guffaws. “Oh my god, don't.”

Turquoise smirked. “Aww, you sure? We could even get the handcuffs.”

“Don't,” Flowey said, trying not to smile too big. “I'm still in control, Baby Turqey, so watch that potty mouth before I take you to the potty to wash it out.”

“Okay, okay,” she said, putting her mitted hands up in surrender. “What do you want?”

“I want... to bottle feed you.” Flowey's grin showed off rows of sharp teeth.

Turquoise shuddered. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes, baby,” he said, plopping his butt down with a jiggle, slosh, crinkle and glorp. “All I'm asking for is one bottle. What's a day being your momma if I don't get to feed you? Then I'll take you home and we can get can call it even. Deal?” He extended his hand.

Staring at Flowey's face, Turquoise ground her teeth into the pacifier, trying not to make the suckling too obvious. She failed, loudly. “Just one bottle?”

“Unless you want some of this.” Flowey patted one of his full breasts, then gasped. “Baby Turqey, is that why you made me so fat? Wanted a proper momma to feed you~? Golly, I'm flattered!”

“Eww, no,” Turquoise said, trying not to look like she was maybe kinda-sorta vaguely interested.

Flowey laughed, then said, “Seriously, one bottle. Then we're gone.”

“...Fine.” Turquoise put her mitten in his hand, which allowed Flowey to grab her up. She'd seen that coming and let it happen, being lifted and dragged across his girth and then coming to rest in one of his big, meaty (veggie?) arms the way a newborn would be held by a loving mother. This meant one hand was perfectly placed to give her soggy bottom a lot of patting and squeezing while she was gently rocked and bounced.

“There, see? Isn't it nice when precious baby girls are cooperative for their beautiful mommas~?” Flowey reached out and, after waggling his fingers and sending sparkling rainbow stars in Turquoise's face, pulled the pacifier out of her mouth with a thick and moist pop.

Turquoise shook her head as she felt strength and bowel control return to her in waves, the feeling not dissimilar to her leg falling asleep. “Dunno. I'll tell you if I see any beautiful moms.” She grinned like a shit.

Flowey squinted at her. “Ouch. I'm gonna need some lotion for that burn.”

Turquoise imitated the sound of a hamburger on a hot grill as she pressed a finger into his cheek. “I'm joking, darling, you're a nice looking flower.”

“Yuh-huh,” Flowey said, setting the diaper bag down from his other arm and reaching into it. “Just like it was a joke when you made me swell up like a balloon?”

“You were laughing at the time!” Turquoise hissed. “I thought you were enjoying it.”

“Hey, who said I wasn't? I know I'm sexy, I got legs for days. And 'Pyrus loves a little meat on his bones.” Flowey winked and stuck his tongue out as Turquoise snickered. “But you know the code of witches; Slights can't go unanswered, no matter how small.”

Truthfully, Turquoise wasn't sure of that actually was a witch code thing, a Flowey code thing, or something Flowey had made up. Witches were bitches like that.

“There it is,” Flowey said, and pulled out a bottle of... sparkling red juice.

“...Really?” Turquoise said, raising a brow.

“Really what?” Flowey asked.

“It's fruit juice.”

“Yep. Home made, too, my own recipe. I use honey instead of granular sugar.” Flowey sounded genuinely proud of this fact.

“But it's not, you know... milk.” Turquoise sounded confused more than frustrated.

“What, you think I'd give you milk here, in the middle of the mall? Baby Turqey, truly you think so little of me.” Flowey faked a sniffle and stuck out his bottom lip. “That’s be pretty insensitive of me, what with my own gelatin allergy. I know you’re lactose intolerant, sad as that is. I’d never purposefully put you in so much misery by giving you milk! Your poor little baby kitten tummy couldn’t take it, let alone your diaper!”

“No... no tricks?”

“Geez, Turqey, I know I’m evil, but I’m not cruel.” Flowey swished the bottle as if to prove his point. “It’s just fruit juice, and seriously, as much as I love cleaning up liquid poop off your tender blue butt, I wouldn’t want to see you suffer like that.”

Turquoise was surprisingly touched. But fair enough, she supposed. As much as Flowey could be a proper dick, he really was caring in his own way.

“Okay, let’s just get this over with,” she said, and let Flowey slip the nipple into her maw. having been suckling on a pacifier all day, it was easy to slip into a rhythm with the bottle. The fruit juice was quite good, tasting of grapes and strawberries.

“There’s my good baby girl,” Flowey said as he gently pressed the tips of his throny claws into her diaper, scratching at the pants guarding it. “I knew she was hiding somewhere in there. Momma FlowFlow’s so very happy to see her.”

“Screw you,” Turquoise mumbled around the nipple.

“That privilege is reserved for my handsome husband and Papyrus Approved dates,” Flowey said, winking back.

Turquoise suckled the last few drops of fruit juice out of the bottle and let Flowey pull it away. “You’re saying I’m not good enough? Now I’m wounded.”

“You’ll have to date my husband to make sure you meet his very high standards.” Flowey sniggered as he dropped the bottle into the diaper bag. “Don’t worry, just tell him you have no redeeming qualities whatsoever and you’ll be fine.”

“...Great?” Turquoise blinked.

“I swear it will be worth it if you say that.” Flowey squished Turquoise against his bosum and kissed her cheek. “Good Baby Turqey, you drank it all up! Momma’s so proud, mwah~”

“Yes yes, good girls, I’m a precious bab. Can we go now?” She tried not to smile too much into his cheek as he nuzzled her cheek. “I want to change and get a nap.”

“Okay, fine. Spoilsport.” Flowey pulled her in for one my good squishing before letting her climb off his belly and onto the hard floor.

Finally, this long, grueling, embarrassing day was almost over. The moment she got home she was going to have the longest, warmest bath she could have and use Flowey’s fancy fruit soaps. She figured he owed him at least that after making her walk through the, ugh, perfume department.

While Turquoise was stretching and getting the kinks out of her joints, she turned to Flowey’s butt and said, “Hurry up, please, there’s still that whole rash thing to worry about.”

“Keep your trousers on, pussycat, I’m at least five hundred pounds of fat and a hundred pounds of metal stuff, and a good chunk of that’s in my chunky legs.” There was a sound of zippers and tearing plastic on the other side of Flowey, no doubt messing around with his diaper bag and getting it just perfect. With a heave, he forces himself up and slung the bag over his shoulder like a proper soccer mom with a purse.

“Fabulous,” Turquoise said, and raised her paws up. “Can you at least get these off of me before we go?”

Flowey rolled his eyes. “What a demandy sandy. I take out my magic pacifier, then you want the ability to move your fingers too? Next you’ll tell me you want your Christmas presents early.”

“Ha, ha,” Turquoise said, and very much did not laugh.

Reaching out for the mittens, Flowey said, “You can dish the snark, but you sure can’t take it. At least when I serve it up it comes with a side of-” Flowey suddenly stopped, hands twitching and eyes going wide. His cheeks bulged before he released a might belch blew Turquoise’s hair back. “Oh my gosh, Turquiose, what are you doing to me?”

“What?” Turquoise blinked several times. “What? What are you talking about? I’m not doing anything.”

“Ooooohhh...” Flowey moaned. Grabbing at his stomach, Flowey took a step back and a let out another massive belch. A sloshing, gurgling sound loud enough to be heard throughout half the mall groaned its way through his layers of fat and the leafy fluff on his belly. “Turquoise, come on, y-you made me-uuuuurp!-fat enough already! I was gonna let you go, honest!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Turquoise said, actively panicking now as she watched Flowey’s middle start to bulged, along with the rest of him. But to her chargrin, a crowd was starting to form around them as Flowey kept bemoaning and groaning.

“Y-You’re the only other witch here, I don’t-!” Flowey began, and suddenly stopped. He shut one eye and bunched his lips, puffing out his chubbying cheeks as he tried to suck his gut in. His shirt had risen enough already that the button of his jeans were showing, and it was clearly getting more strained by the second. Along with the denim getting pulled so taut a coin bouncing off it would become like a bullet, it was pretty clear the trouser weren’t going to last.

Turquoise, already in a state of panic, was too frantic to get the mittens off and make some kind of attempt at a spell to stop this. Baby-proof as they were, biting into the mittens didn’t help either. Even if she had gotten them off, she’d have been too frazzled to perform even a rudimentary clothes altering spell.

She wasn’t helped by the crowd standing around watching this happen, making comments such as, “What’s that little girl doing?” and, “Holy crap, is she gonna blow?” and, “Neat, that’ll be the third one this week.”

“What’s all this then?” someone said from behind Turquoise, tapping her on the shoulder at the same time and making her jump.

“O-Officer!” she said after turning around. Great, a police dog. She was too young to go to jail. Without meaning to, she considered what the proper age was for going to jail and hoped ‘still in diapers’ would always be too young.

The mall cop looked over at Flowey and said, “What’s you doing? You’d best stop that right now.”

“But I’m not-!” she said, and was interrupted by a violent sound of denim ripping and a metal button falling to the ground. The was followed by a gasping sound and several rips.

“S-Sorry officer!” Flowey called out, before belching one last time and the final shredding sound resounded. A long, terrible rip that seemed to last an eternity along the seams.

Turquoise winced and turned around to see Flowey was more-or-less fully exposed. His pants had gone to pieces, even his ankles becoming too fat and the cuffs around there having snapped off. Flowey’s striped t-shirt was riding too high, only able to cover the upper half of his stomach, otherwise leaving him in little boots he was trying to burst out of and a fat diaper tinted a similar color to his petals. The tapes were straining, not too much thankfully, but Flowey’s clearly lost control of his constitution during the whole debacle and wet himself heavily.

Great. Everyone could see, and she was blamed for it.

“Right, I think this counts as public indecency.” The cop dog scratched his chin. “I think.”

“Oh jeez, I’m sorry, Turquoise,” Flowey said, wiping at his brow.

“Sorry?!” Turquoise shouted.

“For what?” the cop asked.

“It’s... it’s my fault, officer. Huff.” Flowey waddled closer to Turquoise and the cop, making all manner of jiggling, sloshing, crinkling noises as he went, footfalls twice as thick as they’d been earlier. Placing his hands on her shaking shoulders, he said, “Oof. Me and my baby girl here were having a bit too much fun with the magic and I may have... escalated things a bit too far. Uurp. Excuse me.”

Turquoise swallowed. Well, this was better than an officer thinking she’d magicked someone violently in public and getting charged with sorcerous assault. “Err, yes, sir. I might have let a spell go a little out of control. Just a bit.”

The mall cop squinted at both of them, and clearly he wanted to make a statement about how much a ‘little bit’ weighed on Flowey’s hips. Instead, he pressed a button on the walkie-talking radio thing on his vest and mumbled into it. After that, he said, “Right, well, the two of you are disturbing other guests.”

God was Turquoise hyper aware of this fact. Bad enough people had been politely staring at her and trying to look away from the girl dressed like she’d never learned how to use a toilet. Now they were compelled by mob mentality to stare at both her and Flowey and never forget the cat, the fat, and the diapers.

“I’m going to have to ask you to vacate the premises and head home for today.”

“Yes please thank you,” Turquoise choked out, bowing her head.

“Of course, sir,” Flowey said, and patted Turquoise’s butt. “Wouldn’t want to force everyone to stare at, uhh, this. Err, should I get my pants, or...?”

“Get any valuables, but mall staff will take care of it, ma’am.”

“Right, yeah, okay.” Flowey cleared his throat and gently tugged at Turquoise’s leash. “Come on, Baby Turqey, I’ll carry you out of here.”

A few of the onlookers snickered and repeated the pet name Flowey had for her. Welp, she could never come back here again without a pair of glasses, Clark Kent style.

As much as she wanted to protest, and especially as much as she wanted to tell Flowey to stop calling her ‘Turqey’, her legs did still ache. She just wanted this to end. “Please, take me away from this.”

Flowey bent down, with no small amount of strain for moving himself, if not her, and hefted her up under her butt. He was able to hold her with one hand, using the other arm to hold the diaper bag and maintain his balance. People tried not to snicker as Flowey went, mostly failing, and Turquoise stared off into the ether and tried to turn invisible without any frog tongues or eyes of newt or whatever it was for that spell. All the noises Flowey made, from his full diaper to his full stomach to his full ass, didn’t help matters.

“Heh, guess it’s a good thing we’re going home, huh?” Flowey said sheepishly.

...Turquoise did her best not to kick him in the stomach right then and there.

The walk to the car didn’t take too long, thankfully, Flowey taking the shortest route and doing his best to avoid waddling into people. After a short five minutes, Turquoise was strapped in an oversized baby seat waiting in the back of Flowey’s van, and Flowey was sitting in the driver’s seat after finagling with the chair to make enough room for his enlarged buttocks.

The literal moment Flowey was situated and shut the door, Turquoise said, “You total goddamned minter arse.”

Flowey finally stopped pretending he cared that he’d inconvenience anyone with his big fat ass, smirking like the insufferable piece of garbage he was as he look back at Turquoise. “So, when did you figure it out? Was it when I called you Baby Turqey? Or did it take you until you could smell my breath?”

The flush of red on Turquoise cheeks were just as much from the shame of taking so long to figure it out as it was being generally peeved. “Marshmallows. Freaking marshmallow. I thought you respected allergies, you monster.”

“First of all,” Flowey said, reaching over to the other seat where he’d set the diaper bag, “I haven’t been a monster in, like, years, so very rude.” He then held up a plastic bag of marshmallows. The colorful labels suggested they’d been in the shape of dinosaurs. “Second, I said I wouldn’t make you drink milk. Never said I wouldn’t agitate my own allergies, baby. Oh boy, I missed one!”

“No,” Turquoise said, as if she could stop him from munch the last gelatin-laced treat. She couldn’t.

Flowey chewed it with dragon-sharp teeth, loudly and obnoxiously, before swallowing it down. “Sorry, baby Turqey, but you didn’t really think I’d let you get away without making sure as many people as possible saw that adorable little tush of yours? Hee hee, and mine~” Flowey sighed and sank into his seat, letting out another belch as he swellwed up a few inches in all directions. His diaper creaked dangerously.

“You got off on that.” It wasn’t a question.

“What? Momma FlowFlow getting off on every person in the mall seeing his big fat butt, compelled to stare at his butt in morbid curiosity, unable to look away from what a massive baby he is, knowing that footage of this will circulate on the internet for a couple weeks and to everyone it’ll look like I’m a helpless victim unable to control what a big fat baby I am?” Flowey’s expression turned playfully which, eyes turning hollow like a skull’s, lips becoming fanged jaws. He said, in a voice like a demon that had just had a hot night on the town, “Of course I did~”

“I’ll get you for this,” Turquoise huffed as Flowey started the car. “Witch’s code and everything.”

Flowey’s voice returned to it’s usual sweet tone. “I’m sure you will. And Papyrus is going to make me suffer my denial kink somethin’ fierce, and both my moms are going to ground me so hard I’ll be pushing up daisies again. But it was so worth it.” Flowey adjusted his mirrors and started driving out of the parking lot, cackling all the while.

Turquoise, meanwhile, was thinking about what she could do with a hearty shrinking spell and a doll house...