The Stepdaughter – Chapter 14

Janet gulped, pressing her legs together, feeling the poofy bulk of her diaper, hearing the crinkle, and hoping she wasn’t making a big mistake here.

“I’m a good girl,” she reminded herself quietly, the slightly muffled tone of her words behind her pacifier only making them sound more true. That’s what she had to be, if she wanted to make it through this weekend… And good girls didn’t cheat, they didn’t take shortcuts, and they definitely didn’t try to sneakily do something they’d been forbidden from doing on their own. If her babysitter wanted her to do her homework, that’s what she was going to do. If the girl wanted her to wait to use the bathroom, she’d just have to do that, too.

The easiest way to achieve the latter, she decided, was to concentrate on the former. She couldn’t lose herself in it completely, just to be safe, since she didn’t want to have an accident, but if she had something else to think about at all, she was certain it would help. She looked back down at the math book, stomach churning as she glimpsed those problems yet again.

But it didn’t matter how anxious they made her, they were what she had to do. Gritting her teeth, she picked up her pencil, forcing herself to start working, even if she didn’t completely understand what was going on. Or, rather, she realized after a moment, anything that was going on.

She was positive she had to have learned all of this, since it definitely sounded like Prissy was pretty young, however none of it made sense to her. There were so many symbols that she not only couldn’t recall, she could have sworn she’d never seen before, mixed with some very large numbers… Supposedly, this was Priscilla’s best subject, so perhaps she’d been moved ahead a grade level or two, but Janet found it hard to believe any kid other than a true prodigy could do this stuff.

And she was far from a prodigy when it came to math. The very first problem left her completely stumped, squirming there on the floor, feeling like a dumb little kid, one who probably deserved to be kept in diapers, honestly… If she didn’t know any better, she might have suspected this was a textbook from Hazel’s college days, and she was looking at things she truly had never learned, but her sitter had told her she’d gotten this homework from the neighbor, and Zella wouldn’t lie to her… Right?

She flipped back through the text, resigning herself to having to learn this all over again. It had been a while since she’d had to read a book for school, and it was shocking how incredibly dense and boring it was, making it very difficult to stick to her guns, to concentrate only on it, and not on the growing pressure in her bladder, or her curiosity over where Hazel was, why it was taking her so long to finish up the dishes.

After reading over the same passage a few times, she thought she had the gist of what she was supposed to do, at least for the first problem, so she flipped back to it to try again. It definitely made more sense now, and she was able to get an answer, although she was pretty doubtful it was the right one. She frowned, fidgeting on her tummy, debating whether to try again.

“No!” she rolled her eyes at herself. What was wrong with her?! She didn’t have time for that! It didn’t matter what grade she got; she wasn’t a student, hadn’t been for quite a long time. She was doing this to keep Hazel happy, and that was it. As long as she’d made an effort, that should be good enough.

She moved on to the second problem, and immediately groaned, seeing another unfamiliar symbol that sent her scanning back through the text once more to try to find an explanation. She squeaked, bouncing in place as she felt another twinge from her bladder, biting down hard on her pacifier, which she’d grown worryingly used to having in her mouth already, having been idly sucking on it as she studied, as she fought to stay dry.

Somehow, she made it, having to reach down and check herself to be certain, worried a trickle had escaped without her noticing. It definitely seemed like she’d weathered the storm, however, giving her a tiny high in this morning of rocky lows, which instantly faded when she tried to attempt to apply the section of the book she’d just read to her homework.

It was slow, and torturous, but, miraculously, she made it, finishing them all up, and before Hazel returned from the kitchen at that. Her bladder was aching, requiring the one hand she wasn’t writing with constantly between her legs, thighs constantly clamped around it, to keep it from relieving itself, yet, even more surprisingly, she’d succeeded on that front as well. As soon as she’d answered the last problem in her assignment, her other hand joined the first, and she began to nurse her pacifier all the harder, waiting anxiously for Hazel to return, not trusting herself to move enough to return to the kitchen to find her at the moment.

“All right!” Hazel announced, finally flouncing in. “How are you… What are you up to, Prissy? I hope it isn’t what I think it is!”

Janet blushed bright red, realizing how this might look… But terrified if she stopped, she’d pee her pants. “I-I really need the potty,” she whimpered behind her paci.

That time, Hazel understood her, or at least figured out what she meant. “Well, proper young ladies don’t touch themselves there, especially not in the middle of the living room,” she lectured. Janet bobbed her head obediently, but didn’t do anything more until Zella snapped, “So stop it!”

Any other time, Janet would have been mortified at the implication that she’d want to do that here, in a diaper, however, right now, she had more pressing concerns. “I really hafta go!” she whined, reluctantly moving her hands, breathing a sigh of relief when she didn’t instantly flood her pants.

“Well, let’s see how you did,” Hazel bent down, picking up the homework, scanning over it. What had felt like hours of work took the girl only a few moments to review, while Janet watched, nervous, yet proud of herself for finishing… Until she saw Zella shake her head. “What is this, Priscilla?”

Janet swallowed the use of ‘her’ full first name, rather than the nickname, tipping her off that this might not have gone as well as she’d hoped. “I-I tried,” she sniffed.

“If you turned this in right now, you’d get a big, fat F! Is that what you want?!”

Janet shook her head meekly; how was that possible?! She’d worked so hard! She really thought she’d understood it, too… Or some of it, rather. Had she really done that badly, doing this little girl’s homework?

“I don’t know what you’re up to, little lady, but I’m having none of it,” Hazel informed her. “You’re doing it over.”

Janet groaned, not wanting to repeat what she’d just been through… And knowing, for a fact, her bladder wouldn’t be able to make it. “C-Can you please take me to the potty first?” she begged.

Hazel crossed her arms, staring down at her, evaluating the little girl in her crop top and diaper. “No,” she said simply.

“No?!” Janet felt tears spring to her eyes, knowing very well what that meant. “C’mon, please! I’ll be able to work a lot harder, if…”

“I said no,” Hazel repeated sternly.

“I can’t hold it that long!” Janet admitted, blushing. “I-I’m gonna…”

“If you were a big girl, you could,” Zella smirked. “And if you’d done your homework right the first time, you could be on your way to the potty right now…”

But she wasn’t. She was stuck going back to her math problems again, her nearly bursting bladder making it even harder to recall what she’d looked up earlier, or retain anything she read over again to try to get the work done right this time. She almost wished she’d been a little more naughty, that she’d just faked her way through it the first time… At least, if she’d done that, she wouldn’t be as desperate now, her second time through, might even have been able to concentrate hard enough to comprehend these concepts, instead of fumbling her way through them, pretty certain she was doing even worse than in her first attempt.

“I hate math,” she grumbled under her breath, thinking she was being quiet enough Zella wouldn’t hear, or understand her around the pacifier.

“Oh, you’re just being fussy,” the sitter chuckled, giving her a condescending pat on the back of her diaper. “Just like you have been all weekend… Honestly, I’m starting to think there might be more to it. Are you all stopped up, sweetie? Do you need a nice, big enema to clean you out and make you the sweet girl I know you are again?”

“No!” Janet squealed, turning bright red. This wasn’t the first time Hazel had mentioned that, and, each time she did, Janet got less and less sure it was a joke.

“I don’t know,” Hazel grinned. “It might be my only option if you keep acting like this…”

Thankfully, that line of thought was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, although it wasn’t a relief for long as Janet realized what it meant. Someone was here… She had no idea who it might be, but there weren’t many options that sounded good to her. It wasn’t Harrison, who could put a stop to this, since it didn’t make sense for him to ring his own doorbell, so it might be a neighbor, or one of her friends coming to visit her… They might be able to straighten things out, make Hazel believe Janet was an adult, and not Prissy…. However, to do that, they’d have to see her like this, lying on the floor, sweating through homework for a little kid, moments away from wetting herself…

Or if could be one of Hazel’s friends. Janet hoped she’d made new friends since high school, but how many of them lived around here? She shivered, imagining one of Zella’s cronies from school seeing her this way instead; that was even worse than her own friends witnessing it. Really, there weren’t any good options for her.

“Wonderful!” Hazel clapped her hands. “I was hoping they’d show up on time! All right, Prissy, do you want to prove you aren’t being Little Miss Fussy Britches, who needs a good cleaning out? Then go answer the door for me.”

“What?!” Janet gasped. “L-Like this?!” She had no idea who it was, who was going to see her dressed up like an overgrown toddler!

“Well, we don’t want to keep them waiting,” Hazel said. “It’s a surprise for you, after all… It’s only fair you go get it.”

That did nothing to soothe her nerves. What kind of surprise could Zella have in store for her? Surely she wouldn’t have invited Priscilla’s friends over, not while she was being punished… She couldn’t be that cruel to her new ‘step-sister’… But what else could it be?!

“Prissy!” Hazel snapped. “What are you waiting for? I told you to go answer the door!”

Janet gulped, sucking frantically on her pacifier as her mind raced. How was she going to handle this?! She knew she should do as she was told, but that would mean showing someone – and she had no idea who – her diaper, and potentially wetting herself in front of them… She wasn’t going to be able to hold it much longer. In fact… Maybe she should give in, and let her bladder go now.

It wasn’t ideal, since it would only ‘prove’ that she needed her diapers even more, however Hazel might feel sorry for her, after seeing that, and go answer the door herself. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done that in front of her plenty of times already… It was better to repeat that than risk it happening in front of God only knew who, wasn’t it?

Or… She could always say no. She didn’t want to be seen as a naughty girl, but sometimes, it was necessary. Unfortunately, if she did that… Well, she had a bad feeling Hazel would follow through on her threat, give her an enema to see if it would improve her bad attitude… She shivered at the idea, wrinkling her nose. Was that honestly any better than the alternative? She wasn’t sure, but she was going to have to decide quickly. She could see Zella getting impatient, waiting for a response, as Janet frantically tried to decide what it should be.

Should she…

Go answer the door like a good girl, and hope for the best?

Wet herself right then and there, and hope Hazel would take pity on her?

Or tell Hazel no, and risk an enema?

 

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The Gift

“Huh,” Amanda frowned, looking into the box she’d just opened. It certainly wasn’t what she’d imagined… Not that she’d really known what to expect in the first place. Of all the things for someone to send to a successful lawyer like her, however, a teddy bear was one of the last options she would have considered.

She tried to think back to her recent cases, trying to think if any of her clients had children, who might have wanted to thank her for getting their Mommy or Daddy off; that would make sense, she supposed. She looked at the label again, but it had been printed, giving her no hints from handwriting, with no return address whatsoever. She shrugged, glancing back down at the bear. It was cute, really, and she felt bad simply leaving it there in the box.

“What am I going to do with you?” she mused out loud, staring into its beady, black eyes. “I haven’t kept stuffed animals since I was in high school.”

No matter who had sent it to her, it wasn’t right to just throw it away… So immature a gift had to have come from a kid, she was convinced. Giving it away felt wrong, too, at least until she could figure out who the sender was. Taking it to her bedroom, however, it was absurdly out of place among her clean, elegant, expertly arranged decor, somehow, on its own, making it look like a child’s room, whether she placed it on her bedside table, or the bed itself.

After a minute or two of deliberation, she opened up her closet, ready to put it onto the shelf, where she’d only have to see it a couple times a day, at most, but seeing it there, alone, as she began to shut the door on it, she couldn’t help thinking of how lonely it looked.

“Are you serious?” she rolled her eyes at herself. It was an inanimate object, a doll! She could do anything she wanted to it, and she wasn’t going to hurt its feelings, because it didn’t have any!

And yet… Sighing, she pulled it back off the shelf, and set it at the head of her bed, where she didn’t think about it again until she was getting ready for bed later that night. She didn’t notice it when she walked into the room, or got undressed and into her PJs; it was only after she’d thrown back her covers to slip inside that she saw it, since it had been underneath them.

Odd… She’d just lain it on her pillow, hadn’t she? Obviously not, since it was a stuffed animal, so it couldn’t have moved on its own… She didn’t remember tucking it in, however, or why she would have ever bothered to do that. If she had seen it earlier, though, she probably would have chucked it back into the closet for the night, but now she was already in her pajamas, ready to go to bed… Lazily, she set it on her bedside table instead, got into bed, and told her Alexa, “Goodnight,” to have it turn off her lights.

Even before she was awake enough to tell Alexa, “Good morning,” she knew something was wrong. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but the longer she squirmed in her bed, frowning, the more obvious it was. After a minute or two, she bit the bullet and threw back her blankets… And found the giant wet spot surrounding her. She gasped, blushing, shaking her head, weirdly terrified her mother was going to find out and yell at her, even though she hadn’t lived with the woman in over a decade.

The teddy bear was still there, however, sitting on the table, watching her wrinkle her nose as she stared at herself, and the accident she’d had in her sleep, in horror. It wasn’t fair! She’d worked so hard to put a stop to this before she’d gone to college, knowing she’d never live it down if she was still a bedwetter at that age… How much worse was it now?! She hadn’t been drinking, wasn’t sick, was definitely not some dumb little kid… She was a fully grown adult! There was no excuse for this!

It was nearly all she could think about for the whole day, to the point where she wound up sending her staff home early, since she knew she wasn’t going to get anything done. She planned on going home, spending some time in a warm bath, with a glass of wine, trying her hardest to forget about it, to not let it shake her… When she got to her house, though, and went to her closet to find something comfortable to change into, she noticed something new.

Or, rather, something very old. She’d been flipping through her outfits, searching for the right thing, not satisfied with any of them… Only to freeze at the sight of her old, high school uniform, pressed nice and neat, hung up among her business suits, and her casual, grown-up clothes. She flinched, cheeks burning, hardly able to believe her eyes… Why did she have that?! Her mother had insisted she take one set with her to college, to have there ‘just in case’ she wasn’t able to get her laundry done before she ran out of real stuff to wear or whatever, but she’d definitely gotten rid of it years ago… Hadn’t she?

She was positive she remembered doing that, yet here it was, in all its conservative, childish glory. And, to make matters worse, when her eyes moved downwards, almost instinctively, she saw something else familiar on the floor of her closet, tucked away, as if she’d forgotten about it a long time ago as well… But these she knew she’d thrown away. She’d done it more than once… Even though she’d conquered her problem, her mother had made her take a pack of those to college, too, for the same reason, and then, when Amanda had made the mistake of admitting she’d tossed them out, the woman had sent her more.

Despite that, despite the memory of sneaking to the dumpster in the middle of the night after her roommate was asleep, twice, and praying she didn’t run into anyone on her way, they were back, waiting for her – a package of diapers. They were big and bulky and pure white, just like she remembered the ones her mother bought for her being, the kind that didn’t hide even the smallest of accidents, that would make any slip of her bladder public knowledge for anyone looking… They were open, too, half empty, as if she’d been using them all along, or as if they were the exact same pack she’d taken with her to college the first time, the leftovers from when she’d needed them…

“No way!” she shook her head, bending down to grab them, to toss them out… But there was a little voice, whispering in the back of her mind, reminding her of what she’d done the previous night. It might not be such a bad idea to have them… Just in case…

 

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 13

“Ugh,” Janet wrinkled her nose, head starting to spin slightly at the sight of the math books waiting for her. She knew these assignments were for kids, and yet she still couldn’t help feeling anxious, seeing all those numbers… As soon as she was out of school, she’d used math as little as possible, which was easy enough when she could just use the calculator on her phone if she needed, or ask Google for its help.

Now, here she was, with something she hadn’t expected to have to deal with until she had kids, and they’d grown up enough to need her help with homework. Her plan had been to have Harrison help with that, or hire a tutor, since Harrison could afford it… Somehow, she’d never quite anticipated this scenario, where she’d be the one needing help.

“It’s fine,” she pouted to herself, shaking her head. She was getting too worked up about it because of her history with it, the many times she’d had to stay after class and have talks with her teacher because she’d failed – or almost failed – a test, the humiliation of that, the sorry she always had when her report card came out, praying she wasn’t going to fail, and wind up held back a grade because of one stupid class…

This homework was for a kid, she reminded herself again, the second time in only a few seconds. Yes, she was bad at it in general, and no, she hadn’t done it in years… But how much trouble could she possibly have with this? She still wasn’t sure how old Priscilla was, though she couldn’t be that old, right? Janet really hoped not, as she picked up the first book, flipping through it to the marked page.

Her stomach lurched, her bottom wriggling in her padded prison, as she looked at what she was supposed to do. Maybe it had just been too long since she’d had to think about this, but this stuff seemed far too hard for whatever Prissy’s age was… She wasn’t certain she knew what half the symbols meant herself! She wished she had her phone on her, so she could at least look up those – if not the answers themselves – yet, unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found.

It was like a nightmare… She’d had it many times before, though never as bad as this, never with her diapered, with a tyrannical babysitter/older sister/stepdaughter there to enforce the rules on her, to make her do this. Normally, she showed up to school to discover there was a test that day she hadn’t studied for, over a section she hadn’t read at all, leaving her sitting at her desk, staring dumbly down at the paper, with no idea what to write.

In a way, this felt far more dire. Grades were on the line there; here, she knew it wouldn’t matter. She didn’t go to school, hadn’t in years… Even if she never convinced Hazel of her true identity, Harrison would be back before school was back in session, and he’d tell the girl. She could write whatever she wanted… But something told her she probably shouldn’t.

With a groan, she flopped down onto her stomach, pulling the book over in front of her to stare at it some more. If she really tried, she’d definitely remember what it all meant… She just had to get back into the mindset of a student, rather than the adult she’d been for so long. Of course, if she was still a student, she’d likely be even more horrified at what she was wearing, how she’d been getting treated… She’d been so concerned with making everyone was aware of how mature she was, that she wasn’t a kid anymore, back then, constantly, not helped at all by her tiny stature. Now, for the most part, people just knew, and she could afford heels and padded bras to help her sell the image better. The few times they didn’t, like when she was at a restaurant with Harrison, it made her feel worse, but at work, and with her friends, she didn’t have to worry about it.

As a schoolgirl, though, her mother would never have approved of those, and certainly not for her to wear at school. She was constantly being asked if she’d gotten lost and wound up in the wrong classroom, or even the wrong building, if she should be at middle school instead of high school. Some of that, she was pretty sure, was just teasing, just people – like Hazel – being mean to her… However, more than once it had come from teachers, or people who sounded sincere.

If this had happened back then, if she’d been mistaken for a bedwetting little kid, and put into diapers, it would have crushed her. She’d probably still be in her bedroom, crying about it… She was definitely handling it better than she would have at that age, although how much better was a whole different question. Her coping strategy so far had been to give in and do what she was told… Like a good little girl… Was that really any better, now that she thought about it?

“It doesn’t look like you’re working.”

Janet jumped, blushing as she turned, saw Zella standing in the doorway, staring at her. She squirmed, easily sinking into the mindset of herself as a student, and how terrified she’d been of Zella and her other, popular friends… Some things, it seemed, never changed. “I-I am!” she protested. “I-I was thinking, and..!”

“All right,” Hazel squinted at her suspiciously. “I’d better not find out you’re just goofing off in here. It might be the weekend, but I asked you to take care of this, so I expect you to do it. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am!” Janet nodded. “I’m working on it!”

“I hope so,” Zella replied. “I’d ask if you need help, but I know this is your favorite subject, so I’m sure you’re doing fine… Or would be, if you’d get started.”

“I have started!” Janet whined, fidgeting nervously as Hazel walked over closer to her, staring down at her blank paper.

“Started on what?” she teased, leaning down. “Wetting your diaper?” Janet blushed, feeling a pat on the back of her diaper, glad she, in fact, hadn’t done that yet. Zella wasn’t done, however, running her hand over the smooth, crinkly plastic, slipping a couple fingers into the legholes, giving Janet a thorough check, as if she couldn’t believe that Janet could still be completely dry after breakfast, and being on her own for a few minutes.

“Wow,” she sounded genuinely impressed, making it more embarrassing. “Good job! Remind me to get you a sticker later, sweetie.”

A sticker?! That wasn’t what she wanted! Janet was wanting to earn back her big girl – or, rather, her regular – panties, not get some dumb, childish prize like that… But, speaking of that… “Umm,” she blushed, staring up at the girl crouched over her, feeling so tiny and helpless in her crop top and diaper, especially given the request she had. “S-Since you’re here, could you…? Uh… W-Will you please…?”

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Hazel grinned, giving Janet the distinct feeling she knew, that she was enjoying watching her struggle to make herself say it. She really didn’t want to, didn’t feel like she should have to… But they were the rules now.

“Could you please…?” Janet started again, having to look away in embarrassment to find the strength to get any further.

But Zella was having none of that. She stepped around the girl, kneeling down further, putting a finger under her chin and pushing it upwards, forcing her to look her in the eye. “What is it, Prissy?” she asked. “If you need something, then just ask. If not, I’m going to have to assume you’re trying to get out of doing your homework…”

Janet whimpered, shaking her head, trying to break free of the younger girl’s grip, her attempts to get into the mindset of herself as a schoolgirl having worked too well, reminding her of the many times she’d seen these same eyes in the past, thinking of how much her life would have been over then, if Zella had found her like this, all diapered up, much less if Hazel had done it to Janet herself… Janet wouldn’t have been surprised if Hazel would have brought a diaper to school for her, forced her into it, made her parade through the building in it, showing it off to everyone…

Her mother would never have let her wear a shirt this small to school, yet that was exactly what she imagined herself in, struggling to keep up with Zella’s longer stride, the girl keeping a firm grip on one of her wrists, Janet’s other hand desperately trying to hide the bulky diaper, but uncertain whether to shield the front or the back from view, having to choose since there was nothing else to cover the rest… She could see the other students jeering, pointing, laughing…

“Prissy!” Janet let out a yelp as her backside was given a sharp swat, snapping her out of her terrifying fantasy. “I asked you to do your homework, so I expect you to do it. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Janet blushed and nodded.

“If you haven’t made some progress by the time I come back in here, I’m going to be very upset with you,” Zella lectured. “Do you want that?”

Janet gulped, shook her head. “N-No, ma’am.”

“I didn’t think so. Now, get to work.” Finally, she stood back up, turned away.

Janet swallowed, gathering up her courage, which was so much easier without having to stare her bully in the face, as was the question she’d been trying to ask. “C-Can you please take me to the bathroom?”

When Hazel turned around again, she was smirking, immediately alerting Janet that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. “I certainly can,” she said smugly. “I’m capable of it… The real question is will I? Or, alternately, whether you may go to the bathroom.”

“Fine,” Janet rolled her eyes. She knew that, of course, since she’d always done so much better in English than math, just like she knew it was pedantic to get stuck on things like that. “Will you please take me?” Now that the question itself had been answered, she could follow it up without saying the last part, the part that was the hardest to spit out, even with Zella staring down at her.

It was almost like Hazel sensed that, and was trying to make it as difficult, and humiliating, on her as possible. “Take you where? Shopping? Not right now, sweetie.”

“You know where!” Janet kicked her feet behind her in frustration.

“Prissy,” Zella gave her a warning look. “Are you getting fussy already?” Janet pouted, shook her head. “Then where do you want me to take you?”

“I just asked!” Janet groaned, but it was clear that wasn’t good enough. “W-Will you please take me to…” she squirmed, forced herself to keep going, knowing Hazel would only keep going if she let her, “the b-bathroom?”

After all that, Hazel didn’t take a moment to consider, didn’t pretend to have to think about it. “No,” she answered immediately. “You’ve wasted enough time already, and I need to get back to the dishes. I was just checking on you.”

“B-But…!” Janet gasped, hand balling up into fists of futile fury.

“I’ll come get you when I’m finished,” Hazel told her. “Or, if you get done before me, you can come get me. Surely you can hold it a little longer, can’t you?”

It didn’t look like she was going to get a choice. “Yes, ma’am,” she sulked, watching Hazel strut off, then turning back to her homework.

She did need to pee, although the need hadn’t bothered her that much… Until she started thinking about it, making it the main focus of her conversation. Now, she honestly wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait, or dared to, considering everything that had happened the day before. She definitely wasn’t going to get through this kind of homework in time to get to the toilet before she peed her pants.

Then again… Did she have to? Was Hazel really going to check her work? How good was she at math? Would she know the difference? Nobody else would be seeing the answers… What would it matter if they were wrong?

Of course, that wasn’t really what she’d been told to do… She was supposed to do her homework like a good girl, and just jotting down the first number that came to mind didn’t exactly qualify. She wiggled in place, trying to judge how full her bladder actually was, how much was in her mind, if she could make it through all these problems in time…

And, on the other hand, there was another option. Hazel wasn’t there… She was in the kitchen, washing dishes. The sound of running water would probably help Janet out, keep Zella from hearing her sneak away as easily, down the hall and to the bathroom… There was no way she’d have the guts to flush, but whenever they went in next, she could hope Janet didn’t notice, or think about it, or would assume she’d forgotten to flush herself, or…

Janet shook her head; if she spent too long fretting over this, she’d never make a choice in time. She had to decide what she was going to do now, or she was definitely going to end up wetting herself again, and she didn’t want to let that happen. What was the best way for her to prevent that, though?

Should she…

Do her homework properly, like a good girl, and hope Hazel finished with the dishes and came to check on her before it was too late?

Rush through her homework so she had something to show Hazel to prove she was finished?

Or sneak to the bathroom herself?

 

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Juiced

Florence had never cared much for fireworks, and nobody she knew was having any big barbecues for the holiday, so it only made sense that she’d decide to take whatever extra work she could that day… And yet, she’d never imagined she’d somehow end up here, like this.

“Are you done with this?” she sighed, kicking her bootied feet in boredom, blushing as she heard the diaper that had been haphazardly taped onto her crinkle. “Can you let me out?”

There were a lot of things, looking back now, Flora felt like she probably should have done… Agreeing to babysit for a new family wasn’t that unusual, and, considering the amount of money they’d been offering, it had been hard to say no. She’d assumed they were just rich, or they were overpaying because it was July 4th, and they thought people would need the extra incentive to give up whatever celebrating they might want to do for the sake of looking after a kid.

When she’d called and asked how old that kid was, however, and hadn’t gotten a concrete answer, that should have been a red flag; when she’d gotten there and seen that Adelia was the same age as her, if not older, she should have asked some more questions, especially when she’d walked past framed pictures of what looked like the same girl graduating from high school, and then college, looking smart and mature and grown-up. When Addy had insisted they play dress-up almost as soon as her parents were gone, Florence should have taken more charge, instead of letting herself get overwhelmed by the strangeness of the whole situation, and she definitely shouldn’t have allowed the girl to put her into one of her diapers, or make her sit in the high chair in her nursery.

Now she was stuck there, at the mercy of Adelia, who, nearly at the same moment Flora was in place, seemed to have lost interest in her, taking her sippy cup of juice and finding other toys to play with, toddling around the nursery happily, while Florence tried her best to figure out how to get the high chair’s tray off, and failing.

Flora still hadn’t worked out what Addy’s deal was, why she was so happy to toddle around like this, bulky diaper almost entirely visible beneath something that may have been originally intended as either a shirt or a very short dress. Had something happened to the girl after her graduation? Or was she doing this because she liked it? Ever since she’d arrived, the girl had been acting like a toddler, with no sign, other than her size, that she was anything else, but, at the same time, other than the way she was behaving, there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary about her.

It was a mystery Florence might have dived into, were she not trapped in a high chair, dressed the same way as the girl, if not even more immaturely. She hadn’t even been given a shirt to replace the dress she’d worn here, that Adelia had deemed too grown-up for the game, just a bib, a bonnet, mittens, and her booties, along with, of course, the diaper.

The girl’s ‘parents’ – if that was even what they were – hadn’t given Flora any special instructions, told her that Addy needed any kind of medication or anything, which led her to believe this was more of a choice, but she knew she could easily be wrong about that. Realizing that Addy wasn’t going to bother to let her out of the high chair, Florence sighed, decided that perhaps she should try to get some answers from the girl herself, instead of assuming things.

“So,” she said, leaning forward, looking past the tray, to where her charge was on the floor, playing with a stuffed dolphin. “How long have you been, uh… in…?”

Florence stopped, not necessarily because she was too embarrassed to mention the girl’s diapers – although she was, especially when she was wearing one herself – but because she recognized the girl’s stance, had seen it countless times, on other babysitting jobs. She was on all fours, backside pointed slightly upwards… She could really be about to do what Flora thought she was… Right?!

“Umm… Addy?” Florence blushed on behalf of the girl, hearing soft grunts starting to interrupt the baby babble Adelia was speaking to her toy, seeing the rear of her diaper starting to bloom outwards, a very familiar scent starting to waft upwards. She’d been right after all… And, it seemed, Addy either didn’t notice, or care, what was going on.