Lydia supposed it had been inevitable… Ever since she’d become a partner at the firm, and had to drive past the daycare every morning, her heart had skipped a beat every time she saw it. It had been hard enough earning enough respect to make it through college, let alone law school, and then to actually maintain a career as a lawyer as a little… It wasn’t unheard of, but it was still quite rare.
And then came that fateful day. Her alarm hadn’t gone off that morning, so she was already running late as she rushed out the door, too pre-occupied to notice one tire looking a little lower than usual, or the ride getting bumpier and bumpier until, at last, there had been a loud bang.
Lydia had cursed out loud, scowling as she looked at the time. There was an important meeting, and she was almost at the office… It would be quicker just to walk than to wait on a tow truck, but that meant passing… that place.
She was still new enough that she doubted the rest of the firm would be happy to postpone the meeting just for her, especially if they heard that she could have made it if it wasn’t for her being a little scared, so she sighed and grabbed her things, walking quickly down the sidewalk, keeping her head down and practically breaking into a run as she approached the daycare.
Unfortunately, that caused her to run right into an Amazon as she made her way inside. Lydia yelped, falling flat on her backside, her briefcase landing beside her and clattering open, scattering files everywhere as Lydia was forcefully pulled to her feet.
“What are you doing out here, cutie?” the Amazon asked with a smile. “Are you playing dress-up?” Before Lydia could protest, her tight skirt had been hiked up, exposing her underwear, which were given a quick check… Revealing, unluckily, the small accident she’d had at the loud bang of her tire blowing out. “Even when you’re playing at being a big girl, you should have proper protection,” the giant scolded her. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Lydia was dragged into the daycare, kicking and screaming about how she wasn’t a child, how she didn’t need or want their help, her expensive business suit stripped away and replaced with a thick, disposable diaper. “Didn’t your Mommy send you any other clothes to change into?” the Amazon asked condescendingly.
“I don’t have a Mommy!” Lydia practically spat, squirming in her new, padded prison. “I don’t need any other clothes!”
“All right then,” the huge woman shrugged. “You can just stay in your diaper, then.”
It was a long, humiliating morning… Her first couple escape attempts were easily thwarted, then solved altogether by plopping her into a playpen. Her diaper was checked at least every half hour, with a worried look when it hadn’t been used, despite her telling the workers how she obviously didn’t need them. Instead, after a while, they began force-feeding her bottles, followed by several jars of baby food at lunch.
By the time recess came around, she was stuffed. She wandered the playground in a daze, trying to work out how she had been reduced to this, and how she could get away… And how her diaper had gotten so warm, and heavy. She frowned, poking at it, then gasping as she realized the truth. Her poor, overloaded bladder had given up, and she’d wet herself without even realizing it. Even worse, her stomach was beginning to rumble ominously, making her sure there had been more than just milk in those bottles.
She had to get out of here… She had to! She looked around even more desperately, trying to find some weak spot in the daycare’s defenses, somewhere she could get away… Her best bet was the jungle gym. It was by the edge of the playground, and if she climbed it right, maybe she could get to the top, then climb down the other side and out to freedom. By the time she worked that out, and made her way over there, however, the workers were starting to gather up the children to go inside for nap time. She had to move fast…
As she got to her destination, however, she heard a familiar voice approaching. Her heart began to pound even harder as the voice approached, growing louder, forcing her to glance over and make sure it really was who she thought. Sure enough, it was her assistant, walking down the sidewalk, no doubt on her way to the little deli just down the road where she usually ate lunch. And there Lydia was, in just a diaper, “playing” on the daycare’s playground, just inches away from where the woman would be passing any moment now.
“Come on, now, sweetie, playtime is over,” a daycare worker cooed at her. “Come out of there.” Lydia backed up against the jungle gym’s ropes, still contemplating whether there was time to climb up there or not before the giant could reach her and pull her back inside… Or should she call out for her assistant and hope she would help her out, either tell the workers who Lydia really was to get her clothes back from where Lydia had seen the workers shove them into the dress-up chest, or offer to take her home for a fresh outfit instead of dragging her back to the office in just her wet diaper.
As she stood there, pressing her padding against the ropes and trying to work out what to do, she let out a gasp as her bowels began to contract, starting to fill her diaper with warm mush, adding insult to injury. “If you make me come in there to fetch you, you’ll be sorry, little one!” the worker said sternly. “It’s time for your nap!”
At the sound, Lydia’s assistant turned her head. Lydia quickly turned away from where she’d been watching her, but had she been fast enough? Had her assistant seen her? And, if she had, would she help, or leave her there to her fate? With her diaper pressing out, bulging between the ropes out towards the sidewalk, and rapidly filling, Lydia knew it had to look like she belonged in there…
But she didn’t! She was an adult, and she had a career…. If she just called out, or turned around now, there was no way her assistant wouldn’t know it was her – if she didn’t already. But would the other woman help her, or make things worse? Did she really want to go back to the office now, after not showing up for the meeting because she’d spent all morning at daycare? Would her co-workers ever respect her again if they found out? Would her assistant tell them, or would she hold it over Lydia’s head from then on – maybe even forcing her to wear the diapers it so looked like she needed under her suits from then on?
What should she do? She had thought she knew the meaning of the phrase, “caught between a rock and a hard place” before, but this was taking it to a whole other level.