The Gift – Chapter 2

If she was going to do this, Bea thought, she really ought to go all out. What kind of a present was a single diaper? Or even two? If he wound up liking these diapers, he wouldn’t have the chance to wear them again unless she went through all this a second time, which, as nervous as she was doing it now, wasn’t likely. It would be more of a tease than anything.

A whole package… It made the most sense, however, it was also the most scary. She glanced at her scrubs, debating; if she was going to keep ahold of her purse – and she ought to, since there was no way she wouldn’t be noticed carrying around a whole package – she should stay in her street clothes, right? Unless she was on her way home, and didn’t feel like changing, she never had any reason to have her purse with her while she was in uniform, and she didn’t see many other nurses with them, either.

She picked the purse back up from the shelf, closed the locker, though she left it unlocked so she could quickly open it up and stuff her loot inside, rather than having to fumble with the lock and potentially have another nurse walk in on her while she was doing it. She didn’t keep anything too valuable in there when she wasn’t at work, so it wasn’t a big deal.

“Okay,” she said to herself. “Let’s go do this thing.”

She slipped out of the lounge, clutching her purse to her as she shuffled down the hall, Tahlia’s mistake rumbling around in her head, making her notice anew how much shorter she was than most everyone else around her, how young she looked. Would that help her be overlooked, or would she be more suspicious running around like this, unsupervised?

She had to use the diapers rarely enough that she had never had to fetch them herself; the patients that needed them had already had some in their room, waiting for her. She had been pretty sure she knew which supply closet they were kept in, though she had asked the head nurse, Leann, a few days ago to confirm.

That had been embarrassing… She felt her cheeks warm, her pace quickening as if that would help her escape the memory of standing before the tall, stern woman, squirming, the glare she was being given making her wonder if Leann was seeing through her question and discerning her plan. “Do you have any patients that require them?” she’d asked after a long, awkward minute.

It would have been nice to be able to lie and claim she did, but Beatrix knew that was a stupid idea. If Leann didn’t know the truth now, she could go look it up, and if it didn’t match what Bea told her now, that would definitely make her suspicious. “N-No, ma’am,” she’d shaken her head. “I-I was just thinking that I wasn’t sure which supply closet they were kept in, so if I did need them, I-I wouldn’t know where to go.”

It was partially the truth, which was the best kind of lie for her; she still stumbled through it, but that kernel of truth was, she’d hoped, enough to keep it from being too obvious that she was hiding something. Leann stared her up and down, Bea fidgeting in her scrubs, hoping the woman wasn’t searching for any signs of extra bulk under her pants, that she didn’t suspect Bea wanted or needed the diapers for herself.

Finally, Leann spoke. “We keep most of them in supply closet 2B,” she’d said. “Sometimes we’ll keep a few packages in the other supply closets, if there are patients too far away from 2B that need them, but if you really need some, that’s where you should go.”

Beatrix had thanked her and scurried off, making sure to go in the exact opposite direction of that closet. Would the head nurse truly have thought she was dumb enough to go steal some right then if she hadn’t? Probably not, but Bea wasn’t going to risk it either way.

She’d gone past the closet a few times since, not daring to give it more than a passing glance, just wanting to confirm that she knew exactly where it was for when the time came. And now, the time was here, and she was able to make a bee-line from the nurse’s lounge to the supply closet. She wasn’t, however, able to go in straight away, as she saw another nurse heading down the hall in her direction.

Pretending the closet hadn’t been her destination, Bea kept walking until she’d reached the nearest empty bench, plopping herself down on it, digging into her purse for her phone, trying to make herself invisible.

“Is everything all right?” Bea winced as she heard the voice, knowing it was directed at her. She peeked up from her phone, an unfamiliar face smiling down at her gently. “Is somebody you know a patient here, dear?”

Bea almost wished she’d worn her scrubs, because she could have gone right to the closet and opened up the door without it looking suspicious… This woman was probably getting near the end of her shift, though, and feeling chatty, so she might very well have followed Bea in to see what she was up to, and that would have been even worse.

“Y-Yes,” Beatrix nodded, hating that she was trapped into having to lie. What other reason would there be for her to be at the hospital? She realized, too late, that she could have claimed – if she looked as young as Tahlia had thought – that she was the daughter of another nurse… That would have been even more dangerous, though, because the nurse would certainly have asked who, and known if Bea had made up a name. And if she didn’t make one up, there was a chance the nurse would have asked about her the next time she saw the owner of whatever name Bea used.

“I’m so sorry!” the woman pulled Bea into a hug, pressing the petite young woman into her ample cleavage. “I know that can be scary, but I promise, everyone is doing their best to make sure it’s going to be okay.”

“I-I know,” Beatrix told her, thinking about how funny it would be if the woman was aware of how well she knew that. “Th-Thanks… I-I just need some time to process it all…”

“Oh, of course!” the nurse smiled, stepping back. “Well, sweetie, my name is Sondra, so if you need anything, you can ask for me, and I’ll do what I can, okay?”

Bea blushed as the other woman pointed to the name tag on her chest, forcing Bea to see yet again how much more well-endowed she was than her. She really was very pretty, and seemingly very nice… Chester had never given her any indication that he was, or would, cheat on her, but she couldn’t help thinking, as she sat there in her oversized shirt, clearly looking like a kid, and staring up at Sondra, that he would probably prefer to have somebody like this to diaper him…

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Bea replied, glad to see her walk away, watching her until she turned the corner before hopping up off the bench and going to the supply closet door, punching in the combination on the number pad.

She held her breath as she turned the door handle, even though she knew that, with very few exceptions for those holding particularly valuable things that weren’t needed on a regular basis, all the supply closets had the same passcode. She couldn’t imagine the diapers were expensive enough that they were required to be in one of those closets – if they were, she probably should rethink this whole scheme – but it was hard to tell what else was in there with them.

Thankfully, the door opened, and she stepped inside, the light turning on automatically as she closed the door behind her. The closet was, perhaps, a bit bigger than what she was used to, stretching back a little further… Or maybe it was her imagination. She scanned the shelves as she walked further in, finding gauze, syringes, all of the same sorts of things she was accustomed to seeing. It wasn’t until she reached the back, of course, that she found them.

“Whoa,” she couldn’t help but gasp as she stared up at the pair of shelves, jammed full of pack after pack of diapers, enough to dwarf her boyfriend’s collection easily. She pulled her phone back out of her purse to snap a photo, knowing that Chester would love to see it – and how jealous he would be when he did – after they played their little game for his birthday.

She’d hoped that the packages would give her a brand name so that she could pass that along to Chester, too, so he could buy more himself if he did like these, but they were packed in plain, clear plastic, the pale green of the diapers themselves showing through quite plainly, the only marking that of the sizes.

She gulped as she looked from the packages to her purse, wondering if she’d underestimated how big they were. She was definitely glad she had something to carry it in, since they were way too big to go under her shirt without being very suspicious, but was the purse large enough? She realized now that she’d never seen a full pack before, that there had always been at least a few missing already when she’d gotten to her patients’ rooms…

She couldn’t back out now, though… She was so close, and she didn’t think she’d have another shot like this before Chester’s birthday. She grabbed one of the packages, opening up her purse. It was barely wide enough to accommodate the diapers, and her attempts to squeeze them down further were thwarted, the plastic around them already compressing them as far as they would go. After some maneuvering, however, she got it in… Mostly.

“Crap.” The diapers were, technically, inside her purse now, but they were sticking out quite a bit… Perhaps, if she held the purse at her side, covered it with her shirt as best she could…

She did have some extra stuff in her purse, too. Chester was always teasing her about how much junk she kept in there, and, while she had cleaned it out somewhat for this heist, she hadn’t emptied it out completely. She looked to the diaper shelf, emptying out the entire row where she’d taken her pack, stacking them up and giving her a space to put the contents of her purse, replacing all of the diapers in front of it, lining them up with the other, full, rows beside it.

The diapers fit a little better after that… They still stuck out, but not nearly as much, not enough where she was certain anyone who saw them would know what she was carrying around. If a doctor or nurse saw her with them, however, they might recognize that green plastic…

For now, it was the best she could do. She hadn’t decided what she was going to do now yet, but she was desperate to get out of the supply closet first, having spent too long in there already for someone in street clothes. Somebody could walk in on her at any moment, and that would definitely be hard to explain away, whether they spotted the diapers she was smuggling or not.

She opened up the door a crack, enough to see that there was nobody right outside, then crept out, a smile crossing her face. She was halfway there! All she had to do now was get the diapers to her car, and she was home free!

A moment of panic hit her, and she gave the outside pocket of her purse a pat as the supply closet door clicked shut, letting out a sigh of relief when she heard the jingle of her keys. She hadn’t taken those out after all! In her panic, she’d been afraid she’d done something stupid, but, thankfully, she was wrong…

About her keys, anyway. Only then did she think about her phone, which definitely had been in her purse before. Now, though… She patted it, stomach churning as she felt the shape of the diaper package, nothing more, no sign that she’d been smart enough to pick her phone out of the jumble of junk, or the wallet with her ID. She had no proof of who she was!

She turned back towards the supply closet door, reaching for the keypad… Stopping herself right on time, when she spotted a doctor walking down the hallway. She pulled her hand back, heart pounding.

What should she do?! She didn’t like the idea of leaving her stuff behind, but it was very unlikely anyone would find it there, even if she waited until she was on the clock and in her scrubs to go back to fetch it. Being without her ID, or any way to contact anybody… That seemed kind of scary to her, like anything could happen…

On the other hand, there was no way she was going to go back into the supply closet right away, with a doctor right there. She could wait for him to pass by, but what if he looked at her, saw the diapers in her purse? She turned bright red at the thought. She could leave for now, stow the diapers, then come back.

But where was she going to put the diapers, if that was what she did? She could take them back to her locker and stow them there. She’d left her locker unlocked for just this situation, but now that she knew her purse wasn’t big enough, it felt so much riskier… If another nurse was there, even if they didn’t mistake her for a kid who had wandered into the wrong room, they might see the diapers… She squirmed, imagining running into Sondra there, being caught by her with a purse full of diapers… And, whether that happened or not, she’d eventually have to get the diapers to her car. If they were in her locker, she’d have time to decide how to do that.

Or should she take them to her car right away? It would be a long walk, past, no doubt, plenty of other people who might see the diapers, although, if she kept moving, that might put her chance of them being spotted at a minimum, and if she was successful, then she was done, and she wouldn’t have to worry about them for the rest of the day.

She swallowed, eyeing the doctor slowly approaching her, knowing she’d have to make a choice right away, or she would run out of time. What was she going to do?!

Should she…

Stay put, hope the doctor doesn’t notice, and grab her things from the supply closet?

Take the diapers to her locker?

Or take the diapers out to her car?

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Story-Time

‘Of course,’ Kaydence thought sourly as she returned from the stacks. ‘Why would there be any seats left?’

She’d known she should have left her bag in one, claimed it for herself, but of course she’d assumed things would work out, that she could go fetch the last few things she needed to finish her paper, come back, and still have a place to sit. That, and she wasn’t sure she trust to leave any of her things sitting by themselves for that long.

With finals coming up, it had been no surprise to her that the university’s library was bustling, and, while she probably could have found a private spot if she’d looked for long enough, she’d decided, instead, to try the local public library, just a couple blocks away. It was brilliant, she thought. Nobody else would have considered that!

As soon as she’d walked in, she’d seen that she was wrong, though she’d held out hope until now. Groaning – silently, not wanting to incur the wrath of the librarians – she glanced down at the books in her arms, debating what to do. She hadn’t gotten that far at the school library, having turned around and left before she could. There was always the option of checking them all out, lugging them back to her dorm, but her roommate was moping in her room after breaking up with her boyfriend earlier that week, and Kaydence knew she wouldn’t get any work done there.

‘Fine,’ she told herself. ‘I don’t need a table!’

She’d seen a few quiet corners as she wandered the building, some of which appeared to be set up for exactly this sort of thing, or for people who liked to sit on the floor and stretch out to read, rather than sitting at a table. Thankfully, the first one of those she remembered the location of was empty, and she plopped herself down, laying the books out beside her, reaching into her bag to pull out her laptop…

“Seriously?” she grumbled out loud, before remembering where she was. “Sorry,” she whispered into the empty air around her, although, since there was nobody there to hear that, she doubted anybody cared about her first outburst, either.

It didn’t make her any less frustrated, however. She’d forgotten, until she’d opened her computer, that it was on its last legs, battery-wise, and she had intended on charging it as she worked on her paper. She looked around the little nook, thinking, at first, that there was a nice, comfortable rug, and pillows, but no outlets. Moving one of the pillows, she discovered she was both right and wrong. There was an outlet; it had some kind of cover over it, one she wasn’t sure she was supposed to remove.

She squirmed in her seat, debating, then, planning to replace it before she left, did her best to pry the cover off. It wouldn’t budge, leaving her right back where she’d started. ‘Fine,’ she thought with a sigh. ‘I’ll do it old-school.’

It would be better, in the long run. She’d write out her notes here, get her thoughts a little better organized, grab some good quotes and citations, and afterwards, she could put the books back, not have to worry about checking them out, bringing them back after finals, none of that… And everything would be in one convenient location in her notebook, so that, when she was writing her paper, she wouldn’t have to flip through a dozen different sources at once.

She did do that for a while, feeling rather silly anytime anybody passed by, saw her sitting there, her blonde hair tied up in ribbons… She hadn’t even thought about it that morning, just wanting to get her hair out of her face, assuming everyone else would be so busy studying they wouldn’t give her a second glance… Eventually, however, she took a break, doodling mindlessly on her paper as she collected her thoughts, decided what she was going to do next.

And that, of course, was when she heard a voice above her. She looked up, seeing a nice-looking woman who was, she had no doubt, a librarian, holding a glass of milk. “Hello, dear,” she smiled. “You’ve been here a while… I thought you might need a drink.”

“Oh,” Kaydence blinked, surprised. “A-Am I in the way?”

“No, no,” the librarian shook her head, leaning over, looking at her notebook. “I can see you’re hard at work.” Kaydence blushed. “Why don’t you come with me? I have somewhere very nice you can sit and have your milk.”

“Umm…” Kaydence surveyed her little nest. Nobody was going to mess with her books, right? And if they saw them there, they wouldn’t steal her spot. It might be nice to get up, stretch her legs… And maybe the librarian was going to take her to a real seat. “Okay,” she climbed to her feet, grabbing her bag. “Why not?”

The Rental

“Nowhere?” Kerrie raised an eyebrow.

Summer shook her head quickly, realizing how sad that sounded. “It’s not a big deal!” she insisted. “I can’t afford to fly back now and at Christmas, that’s all! And all my friends already have plans, like…” She gestured to Kerrie, even though, to be honest, she was more of a co-worker than a friend, someone she saw around the office, but had never really spoken to that often until now, when most of the other workers had used a few extra vacation days so they could go home for Thanksgiving a little early.

“That’s too bad,” Kerrie said. “I’m sorry to hear that, Summer.”

“No, no,” Summer cursed inwardly, wishing she had just kept her mouth shut, or lied and said her parents lived close by, and that was why she was still here, too. “It truly is fine.”

Kerrie looked skeptical, but she nodded anyway. “If you say so…”

“I do!” Summer smiled. “It’ll be a nice, chill day…”

“You know,” Kerrie looked the smaller, younger girl up and down, “I have an idea, if you’re up for it.”

Summer tilted her head, staring up at Kerrie. “What kind of idea?”

Kerrie grinned in a way that almost made Summer wonder if she’d known about her situation all along, if she had some sort of plot, and Summer had just given her the last piece to let her set it into motion. “Well, it’s just going to be me, my sister, and my mom… Neither my sister nor I are married, or have any kids, and that is always, like, ALL that mom wants to talk about when we’re back for holidays. And, really, even though Vanessa and I don’t want to have kids right now, we both kind of want the other to, so we can play with them when we’re together…”

“Okay…” Summer was still very confused, not seeing where this was going, where she fit in.

“How would you feel about… renting yourself out, for lack of a better word?” Kerrie asked, stepping in closer.

Summer squirmed, none of this clearing up anything in her mind. “Like… prostitution?” she wrinkled her forehead. “I-I mean, nothing against it, b-but I don’t…”

“No, silly,” Kerrie chuckled. “Nothing like that. But you’re so young, sweetie, and so cute… And neither Vanessa nor I would have to spend nine months being pregnant so we could play with you…”

“W-Wait,” Summer blushed, the pieces slowly clicking into place, so absurd that she didn’t even feel bad for how long it had taken. “Y-You want me to be your…?!” She stopped herself short, not wanting to blurt that out in the office, no matter how few people were there at the moment.

“That’s the idea,” Kerrie confirmed. “Like I said, though, it’d be like renting yourself out for that, so we’d pay you… And you’d still get Thanksgiving dinner, and wouldn’t have to worry about cooking anything! My mom makes a mean turkey…”

“I-I don’t…” Summer nibbled her bottom lip, this whole thing sounding crazy to her, but not wanting to let Kerrie down… A little extra money before Christmas was never a bad thing, either, and how bad could it really be? Kerrie couldn’t literally mean she was going to be a ‘baby’, could she? She’d be younger than everyone else, that was it… Right?

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“And here she is!” Kerrie declared, pushing a bashful Summer into the living room.

Instantly, Summer could feel the eyes of the other two women turn to her, poring over every bit of her body as she stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say, how to react. “Umm… H-Hi?” she waved uncertainly.

“Oh, Kerrie!” the younger of the other two, surely Kerrie’s sister, Vanessa, exclaimed, hopping up from her seat, scurrying over, taking Summer by the hands and pulling her further in, to the center of the room, to get an even better look at her. “She’s perfect! Look at her!”

Summer glanced down at her feet bashfully, not having expected that praise, especially for being a ‘baby’, whatever that meant. She giggled in surprise as Vanessa tickled her stomach.

“Don’t be doing too much of that,” their mother warned. “Not yet. I have everything set up in the spare bedroom, Kerrie, if you want to finish getting her ready.”

“I think you better!” Vanessa teased, giving Summer another tickle, the girl unable to keep from laughing again, despite expecting it this time. “I’m surprised she made it the whole ride here!”

Summer wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but it had been a long car ride to Kerrie’s mother’s house, and her bladder was feeling pretty full. Kerrie took her hand, leading her down a hallway, past what the girl could see was obviously a bathroom. “C-Can I make a pit stop here first?” Summer asked, attempting to pull away.

“Come on,” Kerrie pulled back, her grip much stronger. “You don’t have to worry about all that.”

“All… what?” Summer frowned as she was tugged away from the bathroom door, further down the hall, and into… a nursery. There was absolutely no doubt about that… There was a crib, one more than big enough for Summer, all kinds of toys spread around the floor, and shelf after shelf of something huge and thick and folded up. And, while Summer could only see parts of them, she had no doubt, given the rest of the room, that they were diapers.

“W-Wait!” she swallowed, shaking her head. “Wh-What is this?!”

“What do you think, silly?” Kerrie chuckled. “You’re our baby for the holiday, remember? That’s what we’re paying you for! Now, we’d better get the baby dressed properly!”

“B-But…” Summer stammered while Kerrie began to tug at the sweatpants Summer had worn for the car ride. “I-I don’t…” She gasped, trying to cover herself as Kerrie succeeded, yanking down her pants and underwear, setting them aside and pulling one of the diapers off the shelf, the crinkling giving the girl all the confirmation she needed that she’d been right about them, even before she saw the woman start to unfold it.

That was why Kerrie hadn’t wanted her to go to the bathroom! Summer turned bright red, realizing that she wasn’t only going to be expected to wear these things. “I-I don’t need diapers,” she protested.

“Yes, you do,” Kerrie replied, pushing a pacifier into the girl’s mouth. “We’re paying you to be a baby, remember? And babies wear diapers. Do you want your money?” Summer nodded. “Then you’re going to have to hold up your end of the bargain, sweetie. Now, be a good girl and lie down… Here, I’m sure these toys will make you feel better!”

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“C-Can I go to the bathroom now?” Summer was positive she knew the answer, but she had to ask anyway, had to make some effort to keep from peeing her pants like a toddler.

“Of course you can!” Kerrie smiled down at her, giving the crotch of the diaper she’d just taped onto the girl a loving pat, Summer glancing down at it again, blushing anew at the infantile design of it, shocked that anything that babyish was made in her size. “Whenever you want, sweetie! And one of us will be more than happy to change you!”

Even suspecting that was what was going to happen, Summer still shivered in embarrassment. “B-But I could go use the toilet,” she mumbled from behind her pacifier, “a-and then nobody would have to change me, and…”

“We all discussed it,” Kerrie told her, standing up and walking over to the closet, opening it up to reveal a whole wardrobe of Summer-sized baby clothes. “We didn’t want a potty trained little girl.”

“I-I am potty trained!” Summer insisted, stumbling to her feet, feeling the bulk of the diaper between her legs, the sensation of plastic rubbing against her thighs… She didn’t feel big enough to be potty trained in this moment, especially not after Kerrie returned from the closet. Without even asking – Summer was a baby, and she was an adult, so why should she? – she plucked Summer’s shirt off of her, replacing it with a red and white one with puffy, trimmed in lace, ending short of the girl’s belly button, putting her diaper even more on display, the sort of thing she’d expect to see on a two year old, at best.

A pair of booties later, and there was no denying how well Summer fit the part she’d been hired to play. Even after Kerrie left to go see if Vanessa and her mom needed any help with the cooking, Summer stood, staring at herself in the mirror, stunned by the transformation that had taken place over the course of only a few minutes, with minimal resistance from her. How could she have let this happen?!

She tugged uselessly at the shirt, but it was obvious no amount of stretching would make it long enough to hide her diaper, or the bunnies frolicking across the front. She was getting paid well for this, sure… Was it really worth it, though? She whimpered, feeling another twinge from her bladder. That part, certainly, there was no way she was going to do! Perhaps it was her fault, at least partially, for not asking more questions about what Kerrie wanted her to do… That was definitely going too far, however!

If they were all busy in the kitchen, they’d never notice her creeping out to the bathroom to relieve herself… It might be more difficult to keep that up for the whole time, but she could find a way… She’d let herself be dressed up like a baby; she wasn’t going to wet herself like one!

The door to the nursery opened as she reached for the knob, taking her by surprise, nearly making her break that resolution instantly. Humiliatingly, she did feel a dribble escape from her in her shock, her cheeks burning as she felt it begin to soak into her padding while she stood there, looking up at Vanessa. “Hello!” the other woman beamed at her. “Oh, you poor thing! Were you lonely in here by yourself?”

“Umm…” Summer fidgeted, not knowing what to say, the whole situation feeling more embarrassing now, in front of this stranger. How much did she know? Did she think Summer had agreed to this, knowing what all it entailed? Did she think that Summer liked this sort of thing?

“We’re going to have so much fun together!” Vanessa promised, leading Summer back into the room, sitting her down on the floor. “What do you want to do first, cutie?”

“Umm…” Summer said again, squirming. She didn’t want to admit it to somebody she didn’t know, but it might be her last chance, as she could feel her body growing more and more desperate. “C-Can I go to the bathroom?”

“Well, sure!” Vanessa told her, Summer’s eyes widening as she peered up at her hopefully… Until the woman grabbed another diaper off the shelves, one with a completely different, yet equally babyish, design. “Those diapers are nice, but I can’t wait to change you into one of these! I picked them out myself. So go ahead, go potty any time!”

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There was no getting around it, no avoiding it… Summer waited as long as she could, and then regretted it when she felt her control completely slip, leading to a complete accident, one she had no hope of stopping once it started, as she sat on the floor and helpless peed her pants, feeling Vanessa’s eyes on her the whole time, leaving no doubt that she knew what was happening, that she’d had any privacy in the moment.

It had been weird, having her co-worker strip her and diaper her… In a way, Vanessa was almost better, the fact that she had never seen the woman before today making it more embarrassing, and yet, at the same time, less so… The easy, matter-of-fact way she pulled the old diaper off of Summer, cleaned her off, slid the new one underneath made the girl feel all the more like a child in comparison, but at least she wouldn’t be seeing her at the office every day after the holiday, which helped a little.

“This is cute,” Vanessa declared when she was done, “but I know we have cuter things in here… And we might as well play a little dress-up, huh?”

“Y-You know,” Summer pointed out as Vanessa began to search through the closet, “I-I’m not really a baby… I-I’d be happy to help you all get dinner ready, or…”

“You don’t have to worry about any of that,” Vanessa told her.

“B-But I can!” Summer insisted, desperate to find any way to prove her maturity, to keep her from having to spend the whole day being treated like a toddler, even if that was what she had agreed to. How could she have known Kerrie meant it this way?! Well, other than asking some follow-up questions, of course… “I-I will!”

“That’s very sweet of you,” Vanessa said, finally satisfied with something, emerging from the closet to change Summer into a purple dress, one that was so short that her diapers still weren’t completely hidden by the skirt. “You really want to help in the kitchen, huh? Maybe we can find something for you.”

“Really?” Summer stared up at her, relieved.

“Of course, cutie!” Vanessa smiled down at her. “Let me see… Here it is!” She picked up a box of toys, opening it up for Summer, dumping it out, Summer’s stomach twisting as she saw it was filled with tiny, toy pots and pans and utensils. “Go on! What are you going to cook for us?”

Summer pouted up at her, but this was obviously all she was going to get, the closest she was going to be allowed to the kitchen. Reluctantly, she began to arrange the toys, playing for Vanessa’s amusement, making her feel more and more like she deserved to be here, in this nursery, dressed like this, as she got more and more into her game…

“Someone’s getting tuckered out, isn’t she?” Vanessa asked. Summer glanced up at her, confused, not realizing who she was talking about until she felt herself yawn. “You had a long car ride… Why don’t you take a little nap before dinner, cutie?”

“I-I don’t need a nap,” Summer insisted, but, as Vanessa changed her out of the dress, into another, simpler shirt, she could tell that the trip, and the craziness of everything that had happened here, was starting to catch up with her. Maybe a little nap would be nice, she thought, curling up, sucking on her pacifier. One nice thing about being a baby was that she didn’t have to do anything, really… Someone would definitely come in, wake her up for dinner… Already, as she drifted off, she could feel her mouth watering, thinking about the turkey that Kerrie had talked up so much…

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She stirred, thinking, but not certain, that she’d heard her name being called. She rolled over, giggling slightly at the sound of her diaper crinkling, at the feeling of the pacifier between her lips… It was all so silly, so immature, and yet… Well, there was something comforting about waking up this way, letting her eyes slowly flutter open to see…

“M-Ma’am?” she gasped, trying to squirm away from the sight that greeted her, without thinking to stand up first, giving her nowhere to go. There was Kerrie and Vanessa’s mother, kneeling over her, her shirt unbuttoned, one cup of what looked an awful lot like a nursing bra open. “Wh-What’s…?”

“Shh,” the woman stroked her back gently. “It’s time for your Thanksgiving dinner, dear.”

“O-Oh,” Summer nodded, still a little disoriented from her quick reawakening. “O-Okay… K-Kerrie told me about your turkey, and…”

“Silly Summer,” the woman cooed, reaching down, pulling the girl up onto her lap as she sat down. “You’re too little for that kind of food, aren’t you?”

“N-No?” Summer shook her head.

“Yes, you are,” she was corrected with a pat on her diaper, Summer blushing as she felt a damp squishiness there, beneath the woman’s hand. “Far, far too little… Go on, dear, open wide…”

Summer gasped as she felt herself being lifted up, towards the woman’s exposed breast, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as her pacifier was slid out from between her lips. “N-No, I-I… I-I didn’t…” she started to protest, being silenced by one final push, her mouth filling with warm flesh, the woman, surprisingly strong, holding her there firmly.

“Latch on,” she urged. “A growing girl like you needs lots of milk.”

No, this was too far… She could dress up like a baby, play around like a baby, use her diaper like a baby… There was no way she was going to let her Thanksgiving dinner be breastmilk, though! Despite everything, she was still an adult! At the very least, enough of an adult to stop this from happening!

Except… She had gotten very used to her paci already, and, having something else there, in her mouth… It felt so easy, so natural, even after she felt the warm, sweet milk begin to pour out, the thought of it turning her stomach, yet her lips seemingly not getting the memo, continuing to nurse, gulping down more and more…

“I know you just got up from your nap, but I have a feeling you’re ready for bed after that,” the woman smiled down at her. Summer stared up at her, a bit woozy, tummy warm and full. She had no idea what time it was, though it had to still be so early, far too much so for any self-respecting adult to go to bed… After today, however, could she really call herself one of those anymore? “Let’s just get you changed first.”

She wasn’t that wet, was she? She’d dribbled a bit before her nap, but that was all… When she wiggled her bottom to check, as the woman got a fresh diaper from the shelves, she realized how wrong she was, how much she’d gone during her feeding, without noticing at all, giving her further proof of how much of a baby she was.

She was given one, final wardrobe change for the day, the simplest of all: a diaper, a pair of booties, and her paci. That was it, that was all she was given… And why not? Babies didn’t really need anything else, did they? “I’m very happy you’re spending the weekend with us,” Kerrie’s mother told her as she put her into the crib, pulling the side up with a click. “It’ll be so nice to have a baby here again for a few days.”

Summer’s eyes widened, and she pulled herself to her knees, but by then, she was alone in the nursery, put to bed right after ‘dinner’. Were they seriously going to keep her like for the whole long weekend?! That was another thing she should have clarified with Kerrie, she realized, before agreeing to this… She looked down at herself, in her diaper and nothing else, knowing there would be no more denying what a baby she was after everything that had already happened today… And her time here had just gotten started!

How was she going to be able to look Kerrie in the eye at work after this? She blushed, squirming in place, feeling a damp spot already formed in the crotch of her diaper. Was she even going to be able to go to work without protection? In less than a full day, she’d fallen into her role so easily, so completely… And she could feel an ominous rumbling in her tummy, one that there was no way she could get through the weekend without having to deal with, having no doubt how she would be expected to do that. In fact, she’d be lucky if it happened only once… What if she got to the point where she was doing that as easily and unknowingly as she’d started to wet them?!

Summer was an adult, she was! And yet, as little time as it had taken for her to slip into this role did make her question that, make her wonder if, deep down, she’d wanted this all along… And, if she was being totally honest, while she did have her Christmas trip planned, she was already wondering, as she curled up in her crib, sucking away on her pacifier, feeling her diaper grow warm between her legs, if Kerrie and her family might want to ‘rent’ her again for New Year’s, or Valentine’s, or Easter, or…

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The Gift – Chapter 1

“Excuse me,” the nurse cleared her throat. “You’re not supposed to be in here, young… Oh, sorry!”

Beatrix blushed and turned, feeling sheepish as she stared up at her co-worker. Part of it had been the mistaken identity, of course – she was petite enough that it was far from the first time that had happened – but most of it was because of what she was planning to do today. “I-It’s fine,” she shook her head.

“It’s your haircut!” the other nurse, Bea stealing a glance at her nametag to remind herself that she’d been right, and this was Tahlia. “It looks great, I just didn’t recognize you with it!”

Bea couldn’t help smiling, running her hand through her hair. “You think so?” She hadn’t been convinced, after getting a look at herself in the mirror afterwards, though it had been growing on her, thanks to compliments like that. “A-Anyway, there’s really no need to apologize… We don’t even see each other that often, so I’m not offended.”

“That’s good,” Tahlia said. “Why are you here so early? It isn’t shift change time yet, is it?”

That was generally the only time they’d see one another, in passing as Bea arrived, and Tahlia was getting ready to leave. “No, not yet, sorry,” Beatrix shrugged. “I-I was having car troubles, so this is when my boyfriend could drop me off.”

Bea could have sworn she saw Tahlia’s eyes narrow slightly, and she started to squirm and sweat in response. She’d never been good at lying, and, while that one had been innocent enough, it was connected to something much bigger, and if Tahlia began to pick away at this deception, what if she uncovered everything else?!

“I’m sorry,” Tahlia told her after a moment. “That’s the worst… I hope it isn’t too expensive to get fixed.”

A relieved smile spread across Beatrix’s face. “I don’t think it will be!” she chirped. Fortunately, their limited interaction with one another meant that Tahlia, probably, had no clue what her car looked like, wouldn’t think anything of it if she happened to spot it in the parking lot when she left, after her shift really was over. “It’s not so bad… I have a book, and I figured I would hole up in here and read until it’s time to get my scrubs on and get to work.”

“Good plan,” Tahlia approved. “Well, have fun. I better get back to it.”

Bea waved, taking a few steps towards one of the big, comfy chairs in the nurse’s lounge, reaching into her purse. She had brought a book, just in case, although, by the time she had fished it out, Tahlia was gone.

She set the book back at the top of her purse, wondering why she hadn’t done that to begin with. If all went well, she might even have a chance to read it after all, to make her cover story less of a lie… But she had something she had to take care of first.

She couldn’t believe she was about to do this; she didn’t have to, of course, since she hadn’t started her plan yet, other than showing up early. She could plop down in the chair, take her book back out, and kill some time before her shift… But she knew this was what her boyfriend wanted for his birthday, and if she was going to get it for him, it had to be now. She was typically so busy while she was working that there wouldn’t be time to get it and bring it back to the lounge to hide it, and by the time her shift was over, there would be a lot more people milling around the hospital, making her task that much harder.

Chester hadn’t asked her to do it, not really… There had been some hints, however, some signs that, at the very least, he was curious about it. Bea had been apprehensive when he’d finally come clean to her and told her about his diaper fetish, but she was open-minded enough that she was willing to accept it. Some of the diapers in his collection were pretty cute, too, and she couldn’t deny that he was kind of adorable in them.

She was lucky not to have to change many diapers at work, though it did happen now and then… Often enough that it wasn’t something she wanted to do on a regular basis at home, too. Thankfully, Chester understood that, and didn’t pressure her into it, even if it was obvious he would like it.

So, for his birthday, that was what she was going to do. But, more than that, she was going to give him a whole experience. She’d get him into his cute, baby-print, diapers soon enough; to start, however, she wanted to do something else. He had asked her, a couple times, what kind of diapers they used at the hospital, and then, when she didn’t know the brand name, what they looked like, how thick they were…

Bea didn’t know enough about diapers to know if the medical diapers were any better or worse than the kind he bought, though she could see how they might interest him from, at the very least, a collector’s standpoint. And it could be a fun roleplay, getting to pretend he was her patient, putting him into one of the same diapers she used on her patients, before ‘discovering’ what a baby he was when he used them, and demoting him down to something more babyish.

She had no doubt he’d have a fun time, and she had a feeling she’d enjoy it, too. To do all that, however, she needed a diaper… Well, at least one. She hadn’t decided how many she wanted yet, for certain. She could do the roleplay with one, but then he wouldn’t have any for his collection, so maybe two? Or… If he liked them, wouldn’t it be nice for him to have a whole package?

That was getting ahead of herself, though. She could probably have found a way to talk to whoever ordered supplies for the hospital, seen if she could find a way to order the diapers on her own, but the thought of digging too deeply into the subject, making someone think that perhaps she was the one who was interested in diapers, had been too embarrassing. And she had definitely waited too long at this point to change her mind and give that a shot.

The only way she was going to be able to pull this off in time for Chester’s birthday was to steal them. Bea didn’t like the idea of stealing – she’d worked at a kids’ jewelry store in high school and almost took a pair of earrings for her little cousin’s birthday from a box of new arrivals, in the back room of the store where nobody would see, but had felt so guilty that she’d put them back before the end of her shift – yet this seemed innocent enough. Was the hospital really going to notice a couple missing diapers? Or even a full package vanishing? She’d seen the supply closet they were stored in, and there were so many of them… Plus, she was too big a chicken to talk to anyone else about it, or think about asking permission.

The sooner she got this done, the more pressure she’d have off of her, and the more she could relax, knowing everything was all set for her boyfriend’s birthday. If she waited, she’d just make herself more nervous, and make it harder on herself in the long run. She ought to go do the deed now, get it over with… It shouldn’t take long at all; if anything, she’d shown up too early. But that had been part of the plan, too, ensuring none of her regular co-workers would be there to potentially catch her.

She headed over to the doorway leading from the lounge to the locker room, opening hers up, setting her purse down on the shelf inside for a moment. It was time to make some choices, she thought silently. Probably, she should have done this already, so she would be better prepared, but, while she had wanted to do this for Chester, it hadn’t been until she’d found herself getting in her car so early that she’d realized, for sure, that she was committed to doing this.

What was she going to wear? She’d worn some old, ratty jeans and an oversized shirt that probably didn’t do much to make her look like the adult she was, possibly part of why Tahlia had made the mistake. She looked like a kid playing dress-up… She hoped it would make her look as if she was trying to be comfortable for her long wait in the break room, though, really, it was to make it easier to smuggle a diaper, or possibly two, back through the halls. If she wanted to take a whole package, on the other hand, she might need to bring her purse… If it would even be big enough. Or would it be too obvious that she had something suspicious inside?

Of course, she could always get into her scrubs now. She’d blend in better, and people likely wouldn’t think twice if they saw her carrying some diapers, assuming she was on her way to a patient’s room. Then again, she could be mistaken for being on duty, and if she couldn’t come up with a good excuse for why she was running around in uniform when she wasn’t meant to be there yet, she might get pulled in to help with something else, and lose her best opportunity to make this happen. Or, if one of her co-workers saw her taking the diapers into the lounge, they might have some questions for her that she wasn’t prepared to answer…

She nibbled her bottom lip, all her options swirling around her mind wildly. This was her moment of truth… What was she going to do?!

Should she…

Change into her scrubs and take one diaper?

Change into her scrubs and take two diapers?

Change into her scrubs and take a package of diapers?

Stay in her street clothes and take one diaper?

Stay in her street clothes and take two diapers?

Or stay in her street clothes and take a package of diapers?

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Bad Cheerleader

Trina was used to parents not liking her methods by now, but, as she loved to tell her cheerleaders, the results were worth it. As she’d learned during her own time on the squad, you didn’t win championships by coddling or playing nice.

So, it wasn’t particularly unusual for her to have a mother call her, or send her an angry e-mail, and, to keep her boss happy, she’d respond and promise to lighten up, or go easy on their child, just to get them off her back, with no real intention of changing anything – why should she? The parents loved being able to say that their children were champions, and to have that accomplishment for them to put on their college applications, and this was what it took.

She was especially used to this behavior from Mrs. Winters, after Trina had seen fit to give her daughter, Kensey, a spot on the squad when she was a freshman. It was rare that she’d take that chance on a freshman, but Kensey was talented… And it might have been worth it, if she wasn’t seemingly constantly telling her mother about everything that Trina did.

To be honest, all that really did was make Trina want to go harder on Kensey, which, in turn, led to more complaints from her mother. As good as the girl was, Trina hoped that, eventually, she’d get tired of the treatment and quit, or let her grades slip so that Trina could kick her off the squad for that, but that never happened, nor did any other reasonable justifications for getting rid of the girl.

So Trina was less than thrilled when Mrs. Winters volunteered to be a chaperone for Kensey’s final championship. Trina had no idea what the woman did for a living, but she’d always assumed she was someone big and powerful, and rich, which was why the principal would get on Trina if she didn’t reply to the woman’s complaints in some way… It was also, she’d assumed, why this hadn’t happened before. Surely, whatever her job actually was, she was too important to take time out of her schedule to babysit a bunch of teens in a hotel for a weekend.

And yet, there her name had been on the sign-up sheet, and there she had been, bright and early, in the parking lot with her daughter, then on the bus, sitting there and staring, arms crossed, watching Trina’s every move. Trina had no doubt that, if she’d let her, the woman would have been by Kensey’s side every moment, which was why she’d told her, after getting up the courage to speak to her, “Just so you know, no parents are allowed at practice, or in the locker rooms… Championship rules.”

“That’s funny,” Mrs. Winters sniffed, “I don’t recall hearing anything about that before now.”

“The rules are different at every venue,” Trina shrugged. “I just got word about this one… But that means the routine will be more fresh to you, out there watching it in the stands. It gets old after seeing them run it so many times… You’re lucky!”

Mrs. Winters didn’t look convinced, though, fortunately, she didn’t push the issue, leaving Trina to get her work done whipping her squad into shape. The day before they had to perform was not the time for her to have to get soft on them just because a nosy mother was watching their practice!

“Come on, girls!” she shouted, shaking her head. “You know this! I’d better see some improvement next time through, or you’re all getting the paddle!”

She snapped the paddle against her leg, hard enough to make a dramatic sound, doing her best to hide the wince. It was a fairly new weapon in her arsenal, one that she’d found online and thought was funny, that might work nicely as an empty threat… Looking into the school rules, however, she realized there was nothing in there that stopped her from using it as more than that.

She could see the squad eyeing the heavy, wooden paddle, the words, ‘Bad Cheerleader’ engraved onto it in black. She’d only used it on a few of them so far, if they were really doing poorly at that day’s practice, and holding the rest of the team up… After the improvements they had made afterwards, though – and the rest of the team as well, seeing she was serious about this – she was considering making it a more regular thing, perhaps picking one cheerleader every day who did the worst and paddling them in the locker room, in front of the rest of the squad.

“You’re my varsity team!” Trina snapped. “Show me why I chose you!”

She wasn’t completely satisfied, but she only had so much time for practice before she had to let another squad use the space. As her cheerleaders filed to the locker room, she grabbed Kensey by the arm, stopping her. “Your mother doesn’t need to know about this,” she said, tapping the paddle against her leg pointedly. “Or you’re going to be feeling it every day for the rest of your time at this school. Got it, you little slut? You don’t have to run off and tattle to her like a baby.”

Kensey gulped, nodded… Trina thought the threat might have worked, until she heard a knock on her hotel room door that night, and found the girl’s mother waiting for her outside.