A Thief’s Holidays – Chapter 8

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Monica chuckled. “I don’t know if she would go for that.”

“But wouldn’t it be fun?” Sydney pushed. “Just one more time?”

She could see Monica’s face softening, looking back on all her old memories. “It would,” she had to admit. “I didn’t think we’d be done with it so soon… Not that I’m upset she found you, of course!” She smiled down at Syd. “I simply assumed it would take her much longer to find a little to adopt… Or that… Well…”

“What?” Syd asked, doing her best not to let her enthusiasm show through as she gently guided the conversation exactly where she wanted it to go. “Or that what?”

Monica hesitated, just long enough to make Syd worry she’d gone too quickly, made it too obvious what she was doing, before finally she shook her head, smirking wryly. “It sounds silly now, I know, but there was a part of me that thought she might end up getting adopted herself. She never has been good at cooking on her own, or doing her laundry, or… Most grown-up things, really. College has clearly done wonders for her, however.”

“Uh-huh,” Syd nodded, heart racing. This might be a difficult needle to thread… If she doubled down too hard, Monica might start to question how, or why, Syd had let herself end up under Hannah’s control in the first place, but she also needed to sow some doubt, to get the wheels moving. “I bet she can do all that super well now!”

“You bet, huh?” Monica smiled. “Doesn’t she do your laundry for you? I can’t imagine she’d make you deal with those big scary machines by yourself!”

“Not anymore,” Syd shrugged. “She used to make me do her laundry for her, though, because she’s the RA, so I hafta do what she says. And then, after she decided to adopt me, she had someone else start doing it for both of us.”

Monica’s eye twitched, ever so slightly. “She made you do it?”

“I didn’t mind!” Syd told her sweetly. “I was very good at it! And she’s very busy!”

“I’m sure you are,” Monica patted her on the head, “and I’m sure she is, but that feels like an abuse of her power, don’t you think?”

“I dunno,” Syd replied, wide-eyed. “I don’t know what that word means!”

“And if she trusted you enough to handle that,” Monica mused, mostly to herself, “then why…?”

“She made me help her study, too,” Sydney offered. “Because I got better grades than her. They were, like, really, really good!” She bounced in place, letting her diaper crinkle loudly beneath her. “I thought maybe she was jealous at first, but then they started to get worse, and I started to have accidents, and luckily, she was there to help take care of me!”

“Oh, sweetie,” Monica gave her a hug. “I’m so sorry… She shouldn’t have done that! That’s not the story she told me.”

“Well,” Syd hedged her bets, “maybe I’m not remembering it right… I have trouble with that, sometimes…”

“Poor thing,” Monica shook her head. “Don’t worry, dear, it’ll be okay… I think your idea is very clever…”

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Sydney couldn’t help herself. Monica had, for once, gone off to the kitchen on her own to make snacks for the evening’s festivities, leaving Syd and Hannah by themselves, a rare occurrence, especially since the conversation she’d had with Syd. Sydney also hadn’t been in the walker much after that, which was nice, but she did find herself missing it a little, almost craving the sweet sound of her special song.

“So,” Syd sidled up next to Hannah, “what’s the plan?”

“Hmm?” Hannah blinked over at her. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?” Sydney rolled her eyes. “This is it, right? We have the big New Year’s Eve get-together tonight, and then people will probably be around tomorrow, and we leave the day after that, so if we’re going to do this, we should do it now.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hannah replied haughtily.

“Yes, you do!” Syd pouted. “The plan!”

“I only had one plan,” a grin began to spread across her face, “and it was to kill two birds with one stone, to get rid of the thief that’s been plaguing my floor, and give my family someone else to treat like a baby instead of me… And that has gone perfectly.” She gave Syd’s diaper – peeking out, as it almost constantly did, from beneath the hem of her dress – a poke, then a squeeze. “Look at you! Did you even notice how soaked you are? You must have been piddling non-stop since lunch! It would be awfully hard for you to sneak around when your diapers crinkle so loudly… If you were going back to college, that is.”

“I am,” Syd informed her.

Hannah snorted. “You really don’t get it, do you? I guess you aren’t as clever as you think… But isn’t that the case with all you littles? You believe you’re so big, and so smart… So why do you always end up in diapers, being treated like babies? You are staying right here… I asked Monica if she might consider keeping her nursery running full-time in the new year, and she said she was more than happy to do so…”

Sydney pretended to act shocked, to be at a loss for words. “You can’t do this to me!” she whined. “I’m not a baby!”

“Oh, please,” Hannah scoffed. “My whole family has seen what a baby you are, and there’s no way they’re going to believe that now, after seeing you the past couple holidays. And once we get you all dolled up as Baby New Year, that’s only going to seal the deal.”

“You’re right,” Monica interrupted, both of the girls turning to see her standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, a large, wooden spoon in one. “It will.”

Syd felt her squishy diaper warm at the sight, a part of her worried how much Monica had heard, which of them she was coming for as she strode across the room, Hannah shrinking back slightly out of habit. “I-I was just saying,” she spoke up, doing her best – and failing – to keep her voice from shaking, “It might be time to go ahead and get her into her outfit for tonight, so she can get used to it.”

“Excellent idea,” Monica approved. “Why don’t you go ahead and fetch it. You know where it is.”

“She can’t use mine,” Hannah pointed out. “It would be way too big for her.”

“Go get it,” Monica repeated, gesturing down the hall with her spoon.

“She can’t use mine!” Hannah’s tone started to transform into a whine. “We talked about this! I thought you were going to make her one of her own!”

“Hannah, you march right down there and get your diaper and your sash!” Monica demanded, suddenly far harsher than Syd had ever heard her, to the point where she was ready to obey herself.

“They’re not mine!” Hannah stomped her foot. “She’s the baby, not me!”

Sydney saw the wet spot forming on the crotch of Hannah’s jeans almost before Monica’s hand closed around the girl’s arm; she must have sensed that she’d messed up from the way her aunt closed the gap between them, marching across the living room, eyes blazing with anger to yank Monica over her lap.

“Aunt Monica!” Hannah squealed, feet kicking frantically. “You can’t do this! You don’t understand!”

“I understand perfectly well,” Monica replied. “Sydney told me all about the way you acted as an RA… I should have known that the moment you got any shred of power, you’d misuse it.”

“No!” Hannah groaned, wriggling helplessly, Monica easily keeping her pinned across her legs, unable to escape. “She..! Ow!”

Even Syd flinched as the spoon smacked down loudly across the bigger girl’s backside, tears immediately springing to Hannah’s eyes. “You know I don’t like to have to do this,” Monica lectured, “but you’ve shown me I have no choice in the matter. Apparently, this is the only thing that gets through to you.”

“Ouch! Stop!” Hannah wailed. “A-At least don’t spank me in front of her!”

“You’re lucky I don’t let her spank you herself,” Monica countered. “Now go on, get up.”

“A-Am I done?” Hannah blinked, stumbling obediently to her feet, rubbing her bottom.

“Oh, definitely not,” Monica shook her head, reaching for the front of Hannah’s jeans. “But it’s time for these to come off.”

“Auntie Monica!” Hannah whimpered, trying to push the woman’s hands away. “Sh-She’ll see…”

“Yes, she’ll see that you wet yourself,” Monica said matter-of-factly. “I’m sure she already knows. And I can’t spank your bare bottom with these on, so they’re going to have to come off.”

Hannah gulped, staring down at her feet. “Y-You don’t hafta… I-I’ve learned my lesson! I-I won’t do it again!”

“You certainly won’t,” Monica agreed. “Because you are not going to be an RA anymore, young lady. In fact, you aren’t going to be a college student at all. I’ve called to explain things to them already, so the Dean of Students can find a suitable replacement for you, though you will go apologize to him in person when we drop Sydney off there.”

“She still gets to go?!” Hannah glared at Syd, but, by now, her pants were already around her ankles, the damp patch on her panties plain to see, which greatly decreased her intimidation factor. “Y-You don’t know about her! Sh-She…!”

“I am not listening to any more of your lies, young lady!” Monica silenced her with another swat of her spoon. “It’s going to be a long time before I can trust anything that comes out of your mouth!”

Syd watched, fascinated, as Hannah devolving into a blubbering little girl under the force of her aunt’s spanking, until, when it was over, she posed no resistance, obediently waddling, pants and panties around her ankles, down the hall to fetch the massive cloth diaper from the hall closet, bringing it back to the living room so that she could be pinned into it right in front of Sydney.

Next to the rest of her outfit, that was practically modest, however, as the only other thing she was given to wear was a sash bearing the words, ‘Happy New Year!’ slung across her chest just right to keep her breasts covered, while utterly failing to do the same for her diaper.

She looked very displeased when Syd strutted out of the nursery in her new, sparkly dress and matching heels, the ones that Monica had bought her when they’d gone out shopping earlier that day, and Hannah had chosen to stay home, thinking that when Monica said they were getting things for the party, she meant food. Syd had told Monica she didn’t have to do that, that she’d gotten used to the rest of the family seeing her as a baby, so what was one more holiday at this point, but Monica had insisted.

“What do you think?” Syd teased, giving the pouting girl in her diaper a pose and a wink. Hannah didn’t have to know that she was still in a Pull-Up underneath, that she didn’t quite trust herself to go without any protection; the effect would probably still have been the same either way, considering how huge Hannah’s diaper was in comparison. “She let me borrow this, too.”

She showed off the diamond earrings, and matching necklace, Monica had let her pick out from her vanity. “I told her all about how I saw you eyeing these, and the way you bragged about how you were going to steal them, and how she deserved it for how she always treated you like a baby… I can’t imagine why she’d ever treat you that way!” Syd giggled, intently eyeing the bulk of Hannah’s diaper. “It sure would be a shame if these went missing… She’d probably assume it was you, after she heard all that, even if she couldn’t find them…”

“Don’t you dare, Sydney!” Hannah fumed.

“Oh, Hannah,” Syd giggled, adjusting Hannah’s sash, leaning close to her ear as she did so, “just try and stop me.”

The cousins were, of course, confused when they arrived, and saw that Syd and Hannah had switched places. Monica had offered to let them know ahead of time, or call off the party altogether if Syd wasn’t comfortable with it, but Sydney was more than happy to hold court, telling them all her version of the story as she strutted around the living room, growing more and more used to her heels, as Hannah sulked in the corner in her diaper, getting instantly shushed any time she spoke up to defend herself. They all knew what a baby she was already, had been used to seeing her that way, so they were quite receptive to Syd’s tale, and to seeing the youngest cousin, back in diapers where she belonged to ring in the new year.

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Monica had bought Syd some more clothes, too, feeling bad about getting her all that baby stuff for Christmas now that she knew the ‘truth,’ though she promised she’d get plenty of use out of those gifts with Hannah, at least the ones that would work for a larger baby than they’d been intended for. Syd was in one of those new outfits for the trip back to school, a pair of trainers stealthily hidden beneath her designer jeans.

Maybe she should feel guilty, having picked out such expensive things… Monica hadn’t minded one bit, however, had encouraged her to do so. Besides, hadn’t she come here to rob her? Or that had been what she was told, anyway, even if Hannah may never have meant to follow through on it.

“If you need anything,” Monica told her, giving her a big hug, “you can call me, all right?”

“All right,” Sydney smiled. “I’ll definitely have to check in on Hannah sometime, at the very least!”

Hannah scowled, tugging futilely at the hem of her dress, trying to make it long enough to hide the bulge in her tights from the trickle of students walking past them to their rooms, eyeing their former RA and snickering.

“Auntie Monica!” Hannah whined, tugging at Monica’s dress. “You hafta check her bag! I know she took that necklace, and the earrings, and..!”

“Nice try,” Monica scolded, “but Sydney already warned me you wanted those, so if you don’t cough them up after we get home, you’re in for a long trip over my knee, and an even longer one into the corner!” She shook her head at Syd, who responded with a knowing, sympathetic look, as she did her best to hide her relief that Monica hadn’t asked to peek into the bag she’d also bought for Syd just to check. “If you ever want to visit, I’d be more than happy to have you back, too.”

“Sure,” Syd nodded. “That might be fun.”

Hannah groaned her disagreement, earning a swat on the bottom. “We’d better get going… I want her to visit all of her professors to apologize in person for any bad attitude I’m sure she showed them at some point or another. Say bye-bye, Hannah.”

Hannah crossed her arms defiantly, until she was given another smack on the diaper, this one far harder. “Bye-bye,” she mumbled.

“Bye-bye, Hannah,” Syd waved. “Happy New Year!”

She flopped down on her bed, satisfied, giggling to herself smugly until she heard a knock on her door. She hopped up to answer, thinking it could be Monica, having forgotten something.

Instead, it was Amber. Instantly, Syd felt her face warm and tilt downwards towards the floor, remembering how the Amazon had caught her, had started off this whole chain of events. “H-Hi,” she managed to say. “D-Do you need something?”

“I was just coming by to let you know that Hannah is going to be… indisposed… next semester,” Amber replied. “So I’ve been asked to take over as the RA for this floor. And I’m going to be keeping a very close eye on you… If I hear a single complaint about you, or I see one stain on your sheets as you’re coming back from doing your laundry, I’m sending you straight to the littles’ dorm… After I spank you and diaper you myself.”

Syd wished she could believe she had nothing to worry about, and, prior to Thanksgiving, she probably wouldn’t have… The warmth that began to spread through her Pull-Up from fright as the song from the walker began to play in her mind to comfort her, and the almost irresistible urge to slip her thumb into her mouth made her less certain that was going to be the case, even before she closed the door, sat down at her desk, feeling a far too familiar mushiness in the seat of her pants.

She’d spent weeks eating babyfood and drinking breastmilk, being treated like a toddler… Even after she’d revealed the ‘truth’ to Monica, and they’d put a stop to that, as much as they could without alerting Hannah and spoiling the New Year’s Eve surprise, there hadn’t been enough time to totally reverse all of the damage that had done, if that was possible at this point, though of course she’d claimed, to Monica, that she was just about there, to ensure she would allow her to go back to college on her own.

She’d thought she’d have plenty of time to recover on her own… Now she was going to have to go through that under the nose of someone who hated her, who had caught her stealing from her, who wanted nothing more than to have a reason to send her off to the littles’ dorm to go back to being treated like a baby, full-time, with no hope of talking her way out of it like she had with Monica, no easy scapegoat like she’d had with Hannah, no way to explain away her accidents besides telling the whole story, which she suspected was not going to get her much sympathy once she said why she’d had to go along with Hannah’s plan in the first place…

Maybe, she thought, squirming in her messy pants, thumb finally sliding between her lips, she should have stayed with Monica and Hannah after all…

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Hostile Takeover

“Are you sure about this?” Bryn asked uncertainly, though Jayda could tell from the way her wife was squirming in her seat as she laid out her plan how much she liked it, how quickly the horny wheels in her mind were turning. “We can make this work?”

“Absolutely,” Jayda confirmed. “Trust me, I’ve run the numbers, and unless something catastrophic happens, there’s no reason we should have any issues.”

“But, like…” Bryn frowned, “is this a responsible thing to do? Are we…?”

“Bryn,” Jayda gave her a kiss, “this is exactly what we hoped for, isn’t it? Why we started this whole thing up together? So we could rely on one another?”

Bryn nodded. “Well, yeah… This isn’t quite…”

“No,” Jayda agreed. “But we never thought it would take off this much, either. Since it has, why not take advantage of it? Think about it… A whole year off… And the other one will still be around, so if there’s a disaster, they can step in; outside of that, though, they can fully immerse themselves in the role… You can’t tell me you don’t want that.”

“Well, of course I do,” Bryn admitted. “Who’s going to go first? Should we draw straws, or…?”

“Nope,” Jayda smirked. “It was my idea, so I get to decide, and I want it to be you.” She gave Bryn another kiss, reaching down to begin unbuttoning Bryn’s shirt. “And I think we should start right away, young lady. You are up way past your bedtime.”

“But…” Bryn pouted, earning a smile from Jayda as she wondered if the woman even knew whether she was falling into her new role already, or if it was just natural. “It isn’t the new year yet!”

“It’s close enough,” Jayda shrugged. “Or are you going to be a naughty girl and argue with Mommy? I’d be more than happy to send you to bed with a sort bottom.”

“Mommy!” Bryn squealed, but, again, there was no doubt how much she was enjoying this, how much it was pressing her buttons.

She was, after all, the perfect sub. She was so cute, and sweet, and innocent… Jayda had always found it strange that she insisted she was a switch, that she wanted to be the domme now and then. Jayda entertained the notion, let her play at it… But, one day, as they’d been sitting in the office they shared as co-CEOs, she’d come up with this plan to finally make Bryn recognize where she belonged, what her place was. It wasn’t that she minded running the company with her… At this point, she could do it all herself, though, and that meant Bryn was free to do whatever she wanted… Or, rather, whatever Jayda wanted.

“One year,” she’d pitched it. “Each of us is going to spend one year as a full-time sub, not even going to work, just doing anything the other chooses for them. Then, at the next New Year’s Day, we’ll switch, and the other will take over.”

It was a larger scale version of something they already did, alternating weekends. Jayda usually went first then, too, and Bryn would often just copy her ideas, further proof that she wasn’t cut out to be in charge. This time, however, Jayda wasn’t going to give her a chance to have her turn. By the time Jayda was finished with her, she’d never be able to think of herself as domme again… Or even an adult.

A Thief’s Holidays – Chapter 7

“I’m fine, Auntie Monica,” Sydney said after a moment, unsure if she was doing the right thing or not. Something definitely felt off… But maybe that was thanks to the day she’d had so far, and the night that had preceded it. If she was wrong, and she betrayed Hannah for no reason… Well, things could get very awkward back at college, assuming they were both able to return. “I’m all done….”

She just had to hope for the best, hope that things weren’t quite so final and apocalyptic as her choice of words accidentally made them seem. And, as much as she hated to admit it, that wasn’t too hard to do, as Monica gave her tummy a tickle, and she felt herself let out an involuntary giggle. It was an embarrassing way to spend her Christmas break, but it wasn’t all that bad…

Some part of her wanted to say something to Hannah, to hint to her that she knew what was going on, as the girl continued to pawn her off on her aunt, letting the woman take care of her more and more. She would have liked to give her a wink and come up with a sly, coded way to convey that she understood, that she knew she was being the distraction… It was difficult to find a way to do that, however, when every time she attempted to think too deeply about that, or anything, her mind, instead, began to play the song from her walker.

There was no escaping from her crib during the night, not with the triple-diapers Monica insisted she wear after the incident the first night, nor with the baby monitor always there, ready to tattle on her if she made too much noise. There was no escaping right under the nose of her Auntie, either, not when she was constantly watching, cooing over every tiny thing she did that she found so adorable, noticing when she used her diapers sometimes before Syd fully did, pulling her over to give her padding a pat to decide if she needed a change yet, or could wait…

And she was definitely using her diapers. She didn’t have a choice in the matter, not with Monica on the case. It was rare for her to be around only Hannah, or for her to be close enough to Hannah to try to whisper to her, to ask her to sneak her to the bathroom, without running the risk of Monica overhearing.

Her diet didn’t help matters, either: oatmeal, breast milk, juice, and baby food just guaranteed that she had plenty to fill her diapers with at any moment, and that, when her body decided it was time to do so, there wasn’t a lot she could do about it. She couldn’t pretend that didn’t worry her at least a little, how easily and often she seemed to be losing control, but so long as she could blame it on what she ate, for the most part, and knew that she didn’t really have any other options other than using her diapers, it didn’t bother her as much as perhaps it should have. She was selling the cover story to Monica, that was all!

It was fun, too, to have Monica help her with some basic crafts, putting together little gifts for the whole family. If Hannah wasn’t letting her help with their real objective, at least these kept her busy while she waited for Christmas. She got to help wrap presents as well, even if her job was mostly picking out which paper to use on which box, and holding the tape dispenser for Monica.

Christmas Eve was fairly quiet, compared to Thanksgiving, though the cousins did come over for supper. Somehow, Syd felt more nervous this time around, seeing them for a second time, maybe because of how few people there were, how much she appeared to be the center of attention.

“You’ve made so much progress with her already,” Candice told Hannah, bouncing Sydney on her lap. “Just in the few weeks since last time!”

Syd wanted to be insulted, but she reminded herself it was a good thing if she was convincing everyone of that. It was her job, after all… And just because the oldest cousin believed it didn’t mean it was true, necessarily.

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” Aida teased Hannah.

“Well, I’ve been doing a lot of it,” Monica pointed out. “Not that I mind, of course… It’s been nice having a baby around.”

“You mean other than Hannah?” Cameron stuck his tongue out at her from across the living room.

Hannah glowered at him, crossed her arms. “I’m not taking your bait,” she replied haughtily, before doing exactly that. “I’ve been taking care of Syd, who really is a baby, so how can I be one?”

“Except, you haven’t been, according to Aunt Monica,” Candice said.

“Maybe here!” Hannah defended herself. “It’s all me when we’re at school, so excuse me if I want some time off when I have someone to help me out!”

“Now, now,” Monica raised her hands. “You know I love looking after the little angel. No need to get snippy. You’re going to get her all agitated, and she needs to get to bed soon, or she’ll still be awake when Santa comes, and you don’t want that, do you?”

It took Syd a second to recognize she was the one being spoken to by the end of the speech, and to shake her head. “Nuh-uh!” She didn’t really believe in Santa, obviously, but… Well, she’d heard stories about what happened to naughty littles who Santa caught still awake, and trying to catch him in the act, and she wasn’t willing to risk that just to prove herself right.

“Then let’s go!” Monica scooped Syd out of Candice’s lap, carrying her around to all of the cousins for a goodnight hug and kiss on the forehead before carting her off for a diaper change, and to be tucked into her crib. “Goodnight, Sydney,” she whispered to her, stroking her hair. “Dream a lovely dream of a merry Christmas.”

She did hold out a shred of hope that she’d get something grown-up for Christmas, though, of course, that would only have happened if Santa was real, and knew to drop off her presents here. Hannah wasn’t stupid enough to give her any of those in front of her aunt, and Monica definitely wouldn’t get her any. Indeed, the huge pile of presents that awaited her under the tree were baby toys and cutesy outfits, an almost overwhelming amount of either.

A pang of guilt hit her in the middle of unwrapping them, as it occurred to her how much Monica must have spent on this. Hannah had bought her some, too, to keep up their cover, but most of them came straight from Monica, or, according to the tag, from ‘Santa’, whose handwriting looked suspiciously similar. Whether she found the opportunity to snatch anything else herself, it felt like she’d already robbed Aunt Monica, seeing all these gifts.

When they were all finished, there was barely time to play with any of her new toys before Monica took her into the nursery, with the promise of, “One more surprise.” How she’d found time to put it there without Syd noticing, Sydney didn’t know, but there was another wrapped box sitting on the changing table, and when she tore off the paper, she found a dress inside.

“This one is special, Monica told her. “It’s what I measured you for, at Thanksgiving. I thought you could be our little elf, once the rest of the family gets here.”

It was impressive, knowing Monica had made the dress herself, as well as the discovery that it wasn’t a dress at all, but a romper, the attached shorts, with snaps handily running along the crotch, hidden beneath the poofy tutu skirt. The whole thing was made to look like an elf’s outfit, a red and white striped shirt beneath a green jumper with a black belt around the waist, all one piece, with a headband adorned with a giant red and white bow to finish it off.

“Can you do that for me?” Monica asked after a few moments, giving her time to take it all in. “I know it’s a big job…”

“I-I can do it,” Syd nodded. “Th-Thank you…”

Monica beamed proudly, dressing Syd up, then taking her back out to the living room to greet the rest of the family as they filed in and filled the space. It was a lot of names to remember, but Sydney did her best to keep them all straight so that, when it was time to pass out the presents, she could get them all to the right people.

Her reward for all that – besides the diaper pats she got from nearly everyone when she waddled back to the tree after hanging them their gift, with extras after they opened the ones from her and saw her finger-paintings, or macaroni art, made just for them – was, she’d assumed, Christmas dinner. Monica had been busy finishing that up while everyone else unwrapped their presents. With so much chaos, and so many people, it would have been the perfect opportunity to do some sneaking around, if she hadn’t had another job to do.

By the time she was done, Monica was back to take her to her high chair, where her mouth watered, staring at the table full of food spread out in front of her. Her tummy rumbled, feet kicking in excitement, all those meals of baby food and breast milk about to be worth it, if this was anywhere as yummy as Thanksgiving…

And then, Monica set down a bowl of mush and a bottle of milk in front of her. Syd blinked up at her in confusion, betrayal. “B-But…” she whimpered, hands stretching grabbing for the food well beyond her reach.

“No, sweetie,” Monica chided. “Don’t you remember what a big mess you made after Thanksgiving? Your tummy isn’t ready for grown-up food! This is way better for a growing girl like you!”

“No!” Sydney squealed, hitting her hands on the high chair’s tray. “I want real food!”

“Sydney,” Monica narrowed her eyes slightly. “I know today has been a lot, but I don’t want any tantrums…”

“I’m not throwing a tantrum!” Syd fumed. “I just want real food! It’s not fair! Mommy!” She pouted up at Hannah, seeing her make her way into the dining room. “Tell her!”

For a moment, she thought it would work, that Hannah was going to take her side, until the girl sighed and shrugged. “Syd, honey, she doesn’t want to feed you right now, in front of everyone… It’s just as good from the bottle.”

“N-No!” Sydney’s face turned bright red, hating that everybody thought she was getting so fussy because she wasn’t being breastfed. “I-I want..!”

“There it is, right on schedule,” Candice observed. “It wouldn’t be Christmas without a meltdown, would it, Hannah?” She smirked pointedly at her younger cousin.

“All I want..!” Syd tried again.

“We all love you,” Monica told her, “but that doesn’t mean we want to hear this all meal. Come on, let’s get you down for a nap.”

“Nooo!” Syd groaned, getting lifted up out of the high chair, carried to her nursery, sulking all the way, knowing there was no chance of getting to taste Monica’s food now.

“All right,” Monica smiled, seeing her pouting face after putting her into a fuzzy, footed sleeper. “You can have a little before I go eat with everyone else…”

“I-I didn’t…” Syd sniffed, watching the larger woman unbutton her sweater. “I-I don’t…” But as soon as Monica lifted her up to her chest, her instincts took over, and she was reminded of how much, embarrassing as it was to admit, she really did like her milk. It wasn’t quite as good as an actual Christmas dinner; it wasn’t as bad as substitute as she would have expected, however.

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That should have been the worst of it, the beginning of the end of this scheme. A little over a week from now, they’d get to go back to college, and Syd would finally see if all this had been worth it, what Hannah had managed to steal while Syd had been distracting her aunt.

Her first indication that maybe that wouldn’t be the case came that very evening, after everyone had gone home, and the three of them were cuddled up, watching their final Christmas movie in the soft glow of the fireplace.

“I’m not sure how I’m going to have space for all of her presents in our room on campus,” Hannah observed, stroking Syd’s hair, while, simultaneously, talking about her as if she wasn’t in the room.

“That’s part of looking after a little one,” Monica shrugged. “They have a lot of stuff.”

“Yeah, I know,” Hannah sighed. “I guess I didn’t realize it was this much…”

“So, you didn’t think it through all the way before you acted?” Monica raised an eyebrow.

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Can we not do this right now? I’m just saying, I might need to leave some of it here…”

“And how do you think she’s going to feel about that?” Monica asked, nodding at Syd. “You know how they get… She just got all of those things, and she won’t be happy about leaving any behind…”

“Well…” Syd could tell right away from the shift in Hannah’s tone that something was going on. “I guess the only other choice would be to leave her here… You have more than enough space…”

“Wh-What?” Syd blinked, turning back to look at Hannah, just to have a pacifier pushed into her mouth.

“Don’t joke about that,” Monica admonished. “She doesn’t understand that you don’t mean it.”

As much as she knew that was an insult to her maturity, Syd had to admit it was correct… She couldn’t tell for certain if Hannah was being serious or not. As much as she’d been leaving Syd’s care to Monica, it did seem like she could be planning on pawning her off on her aunt full-time, at least until college was over… Or, perhaps, even beyond… Syd gulped, wiggling her bottom, feeling the dampness of her diaper, thinking of how much she’d regressed already, in the short amount of time she’d been here. After a few more months, by the end of the next semester… How much of her adult self would be left?

But Hannah didn’t really mean it anyway, right? They were partners… She wouldn’t abandon her here… Unless this had been her actual plan all along, a way to get rid of the thief who had been plaguing her hall…

And, as the days went on, as New Year’s approached, Hannah kept dropping hints, kept bringing up the idea of Syd staying behind when she returned to college, Monica’s replies growing less and less dismissive of it each time. If this kept up, if this wasn’t a joke, then by the end of Christmas break, Syd wasn’t sure Monica wouldn’t take her up on it, wouldn’t be happy to continue to look after her, the way she had been since she’d arrived.

Or… Was this still the original plan? Was Hannah just reminding Monica of how much Syd ‘needed’ her to look after her, to keep her distracted? All this time in the nursery might be making her paranoid, and they were so close now, Syd didn’t want to ruin things if she wasn’t certain…

Monica did hand her what might be the perfect opportunity, however, one evening. “This will be so fun,” she told Syd. “We haven’t had a new New Year’s Baby in a long time! Do you think you can stay up until midnight? That’s awfully late…”

Of course she could; she stayed up late all the time at school! Not for a while now, no, definitely not while she was here, but it wasn’t like she’d lost the ability, if she wanted to try!

Did she, though? “Was Mommy the New Year’s Baby before?” she asked innocently.

“She was,” Monica smiled. “I’ll kind of miss that, honestly…”

This was it… If she truly believed Hannah was up to no good, this might be her last chance to do something about it, to turn the tables… Or to try to help Monica, who, really, had been very nice to her, considering what she’d been told about her. If she was wrong, she might be making things worse, for both of them… She squirmed, thinking as hard as she could before the walker’s song came in to wash away those big girl thoughts. What should she do?

Should Sydney…

Suggest that Hannah be the New Year’s Baby one more time, for old times’ sake?

Try to warn Monica about Hannah’s plan?

Or agree to be the best New Year’s Baby she can?

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Ditching Her Responsibilities

“Why do I hafta do it?” Becky whined from her position, sprawled out on the couch. “I got home like ten minutes ago! Lee hasn’t done anything!”

“Don’t be silly,” her mother called from the other room.

She didn’t elaborate, didn’t need to; Becky knew that she was being ridiculous, although that didn’t make her desire any less real. She glared over at Lee, blissfully unaware as she sat on the floor and stared up at the cartoons playing on TV, rolled off the sofa with an exaggerated sigh. “Don’t grow up, kid,” she grumbled, ruffling her little sister’s hair. “Trust me.”

The funny thing was, she remembered exactly how desperate she’d been to do exactly that, perhaps not at Lee’s age, but not much older, looking at her babysitters, and the older kids in the neighborhood, and feeling so very jealous at how late they got to stay up, how they were free to do whatever they wanted… Now, she knew what a lie all of that was.

“Don’t argue with your mother,” her father told her as she stepped into the kitchen to grab a pile of plates from the cabinet.

Becky pouted. “I wasn’t!” she insisted. “It’s just, I’ve been driving all day, and…”

“Your college isn’t that far away,” her dad chuckled. “Speaking of, have you gotten your grades yet?”

Becky suddenly became very interested in picking out the perfect four plates for supper, shuffling intently through them. “N-No,” she lied, hoping it wasn’t as obvious to him as it felt to her, with her heart thumping wildly in her chest. “W-Weird, huh?” she cut off what she was positive he was going to say. “They’ve usually sent them out by now, b-but the network was being slow when I left, so maybe they’re having issues, and that’s why…”

She shut herself up before she rambled on too much. She had no idea what she was talking about, and didn’t want to say anything that would make it clear she was making it up as she went along. She did, in fact, have her grades, and, while she wouldn’t say they were bad, they also weren’t what her parents wanted.

“We’re paying a lot of money for you to be there,” her mother had told her the last time she’d gotten a B. “We expect you to work your hardest while you’re there.”

But she didn’t want to do that! She never had! It had been their idea for her to go to that school, and to not take a gap year in between, the way she’d wanted. She was burned out, and all she really wanted to do was lounge around all day and watch cartoons, the way her baby sister had been from the moment Becky had gotten home. They’d never ask for that much from Lee… It didn’t even bother them that when Lee’s potty training had stalled out, and she hadn’t made progress for what seemed like months, judging by her mom’s e-mails, before finally making it to panties mere weeks ago.

Becky was the big sister, though, she was supposed to be setting the example… Honestly, what she wanted to do was follow Lee’s example, however. She had it all figured out…

And… Why not, right? It was true, they wouldn’t be mad at Lee for not getting all A’s… They, rightfully, would accept that Lee was nowhere near mature enough for college at all. If Lee could do it, then so could she…

It wasn’t hard to stack the plates in a way that left the bottom one off-center, easy for her to isolate, to drop without letting go of all of them. It didn’t take much acting to jump as it hit the tile floor and shattered. “Becky!” her father reprimanded.

“I’m sorry!” she blinked up at him innocently. “It slipped! I told you, I’m tired…”

Her dad sighed, setting down his kitchen knife to take the plates from her. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll take care of this… Go get cleaned up for supper. And watch your step.”

She grinned, surprised at how well it had worked. “Yes, Daddy!” she told him, carefully picking her way through the pieces of broken ceramic, knowing that this was just the beginning.

A Thief’s Holidays – Chapter 6

Sydney could hardly believe she was doing this, but, as she reminded herself mentally, it did make the most sense. “Umm… Two,” she burbled, blushing while she watched Monica smile, grabbing a pair of diapers from under the changing table, setting them down beside Sydney.

That wasn’t as big as they were going to be on her, Syd reasoned. They were all folded up now, so, when they were unfolded, they wouldn’t look quite as bulky… Seeing them this way, however, one atop the other, they seemed like an insurmountable summit of padding, one that would render her totally immobile. Part of her wanted to amend her answer, to say she’d misspoke, and meant only one… Now that she’d said otherwise, though, she was certain Monica would see through her, would decide not to trust her in anything less than her original response.

“Now, sweetie,” Monica cooed, “I’m going to get you undressed… I know it’ll be chilly for a minute, but if you can manage not to be too squirmy, we’ll be done in no time, okay?”

“O-Okay, Auntie Monica,” Syd nodded. Somehow, that part hadn’t occurred to her until now… With her staying downstairs with Monica, it was reasonable to assume that she would, at least from time to time, be the one to dress her, maybe even give her a bath… And she had already seen her naked, in bits and pieces, taking her dress off to measure her, and changing her diaper many times.

All at once was new, however, and despite what Monica had told her, it was difficult not to fidget as she laid there, completely nude, feeling so tiny and vulnerable beneath the larger woman, fighting her instincts to cover up, to hide herself, to show her shame for how small she was in comparison, how much it seemed like she deserved to be getting treated this way by someone so much bigger and more mature.

Monica didn’t appear to mind, or barely even notice, cheerfully wiping Syd clean, Sydney grateful for the wipe warmer that made the process not quite as bad as she’d expected in the crisp winter evening, then lifting her by the ankles and sliding the first diaper underneath her bottom. Syd wiggled, trying to decide if this was thicker than the diaper she’d just been taken out of, if Monica had gotten her special nighttime diapers, or if that was her imagination. If that was the case, surely one would be enough… But she couldn’t bring that up, not now, not while she was ‘in character.’

“Hmm,” Monica pondered, once she had the first layer taped up, staring down at her handiwork. Syd perked up, wondering if, maybe, she was thinking the same thing, if the woman had forgotten how bulky these diapers were. Instead, after a few seconds of silence, she asked, “You’re positive it was only two, sweetie? Should we go with three?”

“No!” Syd squealed. Three diapers?! She still didn’t know how hard two were going to make getting around! Three would probably immobilize her, keep her trapped in her crib after bedtime, like she was meant to be… Like a real baby…

“I don’t know,” Monica pursed her lips. “I’m not certain this will be enough… Do you even know how many three is?”

“Yes!” Syd glowered, knowing that she shouldn’t be offended, that the question only meant she was doing a good job playing her part, yet unable to help herself. “See? One…” She lifted one hand from the table, sticking out a finger. “Two… Three!”

“Very good!” Monica patted her on the head. “You see? It isn’t that many at all, is it? It’s barely more than two!”

“I don’t need three diapers!” Sydney wailed, stomping her feet on the changing table in frustration, heart starting to pound, realizing that, if Monica disagreed, there was nothing she could do to stop her.

“My, my,” Monica shook her head. “Someone is ready for bed, isn’t she? I’ll trust you this time, sweetie, but I hope you don’t leak tonight.”

“I won’t!” Syd promised, the mere thought of peeing enough in a single night to soak through three of these bulky layers enough to make her face light up bright red.

Monica scooted the second diaper under Syd’s bottom. “We’ll see,” she replied. “I’d hate to think of you having to sleep in a puddle because you miscounted, or misremembered…”

Syd really wanted to insist that she was more than capable of counting to three, but she was busy involuntarily squeezing her thighs together in disbelief after Monica tugged the diaper up between them. She was very glad she’d said no to a third layer now…

She also blushed again, the action revealing to her that she’d already dribbled, that her innermost diaper was wet, before her change was even over, no doubt thanks to her fear at the idea of spending the night triple diapered. If Monica had noticed, she hadn’t mentioned it… It probably wasn’t safe to assume she hadn’t just because she’d stayed quiet, however. That was exactly the sort of thing a seasoned caretaker would be able to spot a mile away…

“There we go!” Monica fastened the final tape and gave the front of the diaper a pat. “Now, we’ll get you nice and cozy!” She helped Syd into a fuzzy, pink footed sleeper and carried her over to the crib, tucking her in snugly before starting to pull the stuffed animals out, setting them on top of the toy box. “I don’t want you to get any ideas if you wake up early,” Monica explained, seeing the confused expression on Syd’s face. “I don’t think you’d feel it through both those diapers, but better to get rid of the temptation altogether, right?”

Mortified, Sydney burrowed deeper under her covers, her already damp diaper crinkling, along with the plastic sheet on her crib’s mattress. Monica thought she was so much of a baby she was going to try humping her stuffed animals… And, considering how she looked at the moment, she supposed she couldn’t exactly blame her. “I-I don’t do that anymore,” she mumbled, hating that she had to add that final word, that she had to imply that she had, before, to seemingly confirm that image in Monica’s head. She didn’t know what Hannah had told her, though, about curing her of her naughtiness that had landed her in mittens the last time she was here, what stories she’d woven to make it seem more realistic, and she didn’t want to contradict any of them.

“I’m sure you don’t,” Monica ruffled her hair. “You’re a good little girl.” She kissed Syd on the forehead, then raised the side of the crib, locking it into place, holding out a pacifier for her through the bars. Syd felt her mouth open, her head lean towards it, yearning for its comfort… But she stopped herself.

“Can I have a baba?” she asked. “I’m kinda thirsty after the car ride…”

“Of course, honey.” Monica still slid the paci into Syd’s mouth, but she didn’t expand it, and still hadn’t after returning with a bottle of apple juice, setting it beside Sydney in the crib. “Gotta stay well-hydrated!”

“Uh-huh,” Syd nodded. “Night-night, Auntie Monica.”

She watched the woman go, silently willing her to close the door behind her… But she didn’t, leaving it open just a crack, just enough that she, or Hannah, could peek in on Sydney with minimal warning. Syd sighed, curling up under her covers, staring at that sliver of light coming from the door in annoyance, not daring to do anything, other than squirm around, loosen up the covers a bit, while she waited for it to go away.

When, at last, it did, she sat up, blushing as she felt how squishy her diaper had already gotten. She’d known she had to go again, but hadn’t thought anything of it, of course, not now that she was thickly diapered, and expected to use them. She didn’t want to risk an escape attempt right away, so, instead, she reached behind herself, fumbling to find the zipper of the sleeper.

She had wet her diaper, yes; she was still unconvinced that she’d get anywhere close to soaking through two layers before the next morning… Not unless she got some help. The bottle had been useful in preventing her paci from being locked into her mouth, however, that didn’t mean she couldn’t find another use for it as well. If she opened it up and poured it into her pants, that would go a long way in selling the illusion that she was a bedwetter.

Except… She couldn’t. It took her a minute to reach the zipper at all, and then another few of tugging uselessly to realize that it didn’t matter. It was a locking zipper, one that she wasn’t going to be able to get open by herself. She’d very much doubted she would be able to get out of her diapers by herself… It hadn’t occurred to her that she wouldn’t even be able to get to them, to tug open the waistband…

Embarrassing as it was, the bottle could still help her soak her diapers, though… Just in the old fashioned way. Reluctantly, she pulled her paci free, lifting her bottle to her pouting lips and starting to suck, staring out at the darkness beyond the nursery door, giving Monica a little longer to fall asleep before, finally, pulling herself to her feet.

She hadn’t tried to stand since the diapering, and it was more difficult than she’d envisioned, her feet splayed wide by the bulk, toes turning in towards each other as she awkwardly waddled around the crib. Those stuffed animals had been part of the key to climbing out, but she wasn’t going to give up yet… She stretched up as high as she could get, grasping the bars, hopping up and attempting to scramble higher, the slick feet of her sleeper sliding uselessly off of the bars, sending her falling back onto the mattress with a crinkly thump.

The next time didn’t go any better, though her frustration was fueling her, prompting her to think harder, to find a way to make it work… Until, as she prepared for the third climb, she heard the nursery door open.

“What is going on in here?” Monica demanded, standing there in a flannel nightgown.

“N-Nothing!” Syd replied instantly.

Monica’s eyebrows raised. “Really? I heard an awful lot of movement over the baby monitor for ‘nothing.'”

A baby monitor… Sydney’s stomach sank as she heard the words. She hadn’t even thought of that, however, now that it had been mentioned, it seemed obvious Monica would have one. She blushed, staring through the bars, up at Monica, mind drawing a blank when it came to excuses.

Monica stepped in closer, giving Syd’s diaper a squeeze through the sleeper. “You’re wet, but it isn’t that bad,” she mused. “Oh, I see… Your baba’s empty, isn’t it? Are you thirsty?” Syd bobbed her head, happy to have Monica do some of the work herself. “I know just what you need,” Monica smiled, lowering the side of the crib, plucking Sydney out of it.

Syd was confused, having assumed Monica would take her bottle away for a refill of juice. Instead, the woman carried Syd over to the rocking chair and sat down, unbuttoning the front of her nightgown…

No way. Syd swallowed a gasp, her eyes growing wide in the darkness. This couldn’t be happening… This was going too far. She had to find a way out of this, even if it meant blowing her and Hannah’s cover. She’d wear diapers, and sleep in a nursery, and spend most of her days in a walker, listening to her new favorite song, but she was never, ever going to…

She squirmed and squeaked as Monica lifted her up, moving her closer and closer to it, despite Syd’s best efforts. “No need to be fussy,” Monica cooed. “Auntie Monica is going to take such good care of you…”

And then, before Syd knew it, she was being pressed to Monica’s chest, her mouth guided to her nipple, where, to her horror, she felt her instincts start to kick in, her lips beginning to suckle… She whimpered, feeling her mouth fill with milk, stomach churning, knowing what it was, where it was coming from… To her surprise, however, it didn’t taste disgusting at all. It was sweet, in a way, warm, comforting… To her shock, she found herself snuggling up against Monica, nursing in earnest, telling herself it was to not blow her cover, and waste everything else she’d gone through…

At the end, though, her tummy full, her brain a bit foggy as Monica gently wiped her mouth, when the bigger woman asked, “Did you like that?”, all she could think to do was nod… And it definitely wasn’t just to maintain the lie she and Hannah were weaving, because she was too overwhelmed to think about that. “I’m glad,” Monica patted her bottom, carrying her back to the crib to tuck her in again. The paci returned to Syd’s mouth, and she heard a hiss as it was secured into her mouth, but, by then, she didn’t care… She was already drifting off to sleep.

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Syd was already having a hard enough time looking Hannah in the eye the next morning, knowing what had happened the night before, and how drenched her diaper had been when she’d woken up. She had, true to her word, not leaked, but it had been closer than she’d expected… And much more-so than it had been when she’d fallen asleep. She wasn’t so sure Monica wasn’t going to triple diaper her the next night after all… Not that it mattered, when the baby monitor guaranteed she wasn’t going to be able to do anything at night anyway, without running the risk of Monica overhearing.

As soon as the bottle of milk was set down in front of her on her high chair, however, she wanted to sink into the floor, positive that, somehow, Hannah would see that and make the connection, know what had gone down between her and Monica after bedtime… She tried to look away, to ignore it as she dipped her spoon back into her bowl of oatmeal for another bite, but her eyes kept being drawn back to it, her cheeks lighting up.

Finally, she couldn’t help herself anymore, setting down her spoon, grabbing the bottle with both hands and lifting it to her lips, giving it a suck… Sure enough, just as she’d known, deep down, it would be, she recognized the taste right away. Breast milk. Monica had given her a bottle of breast milk, and she was drinking it, right in front of Hannah… And, worse yet, she was liking it.

“Was that yummy?” Monica smiled at her after she drained it. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from!” Indeed, after she finished up her oatmeal, and got taken to her walker, a fresh, full bottle was placed on the tray by a winking Monica.

Sydney hated how much she wanted to start drinking it right away, but she did her best to pretend it wasn’t there. “Umm… A-Auntie Monica?”

“Yes, sweetie?” she said. “Do you need a change already?”

“No, ma’am,” Syd blushed. “I just… I was thinking, and… I-I want to make some Christmas presents for everyone, and…”

“That’s such a nice idea!” Monica beamed. “You’re a sweet girl.”

Syd stared down at the tray of her walker bashfully. “I-It only seemed fair…”

“Oh, yeah,” Hannah commented from the doorway. “She mentioned that in the car… You can help her with that, right? I know you love doing crafts and stuff… I was never any good at that.”

Syd’s eyes widened, bouncing in frustration. What was Hannah doing?! Why would she be getting Monica involved in this?! Didn’t she know that asking her to help would make it that much harder – if not impossible – for Syd to sneak away during it, to go do what they were here to do?!

She didn’t understand it at all… Until, after a morning of being stripped down to her diaper and set in the middle of a bunch of spread-out newspapers with some finger-paints, she felt a pain in her tummy and, afraid Monica would notice her discomfort if she held it, she let it go, filling her diaper, only to be whisked right off to the nursery for a change, Hannah nowhere to be seen during any of it.

It was a strange time to have a moment of clarity, in the middle of being changed out of a messy diaper, but that was when it came, when it struck her that Hannah hadn’t been around at all, that she was glad to let Monica take care of everything. Whether this had been her plan all along or not, Syd couldn’t say… All she knew was that she was providing quite the distraction for Monica, during which Hannah could be doing anything she wanted…

This was not what she’d signed up for! She was supposed to be disarming everyone with her innocence, and then doing the thievery herself! And yet, here she was, becoming more and more babified, presumably so Hannah could do all the fun stuff on her own!

She wasn’t happy about it… That might not mean that it was bad, though. It was possible Hannah was improvising, taking advantage of the way things were heading, making it easier for them both over all… Or, maybe she meant to do it all herself, and then blame it on Syd, if Monica noticed, or… Well, who knew what else she could have planned?!

“What’s wrong?” Monica asked, seeing the girl’s furrowed brow, her grumpy expression. “Did you not get it all out? I’ll have you in your new diaper in a minute, sweetie, and you can go ahead and make pushies then… I doubt it’ll be enough to warrant another change right away…”

What should she do?! Should she trust in the original plan, and her partner in crime? Or did she need to strike back now, before there was any risk of Hannah figuring out that she knew? If she betrayed Hannah, and found out that Hannah hadn’t actually intended to to the same to her, that could end badly, too…

Should Sydney…

Tell Monica everything?
Maintain her own cover story, but claim she’d heard her Mommy planning something?
Stay quiet now, and confront Hannah about it privately?
Or say nothing, and see how things play out?

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Noelle’s Christmas Adventure

“Wait, really?” Noelle blinked up at Mrs. Claus. “Me?”

Of all the elves at the North Pole, she would have thought she’d be one of the last to be chosen for a mission like this. Honestly, she kind of preferred it that way… Elves were always expected to be so productive all the time, so it was nice to be known as the clumsy one, the one who tended to fall behind and miss out on her quota.

“Yes, you,” Mrs. Claus replied. “Santa chose you specifically.”

“But… Why?” Noelle asked. “Why would he trust me with this?”

Mrs. Claus shrugged, though Noelle could tell she was starting to get impatient. She probably assumed that anyone she’d come to with this news would be falling over themselves to do it, to help out… And Noelle knew she ought to be doing the same, to prove she wasn’t as useless as everyone thought. If she did that, however, wouldn’t everyone start wanting more from her? If she messed it up on purpose, she’d be ruining Christmas, and, as much as she liked things as they were now, it was hardcoded in her blood not to allow that…

“You’d have to ask my husband that,” Mrs. Claus said. But that wasn’t possible, not with him being sick. Noelle had a bad feeling it was serious, too, for him to not be making the trip himself, sending his wife out to handle it for him, with an elf as an assistant… Her. She was, essentially, going to be playing Santa this Christmas Eve, and she didn’t feel like she was qualified for that whatsoever. Santa, on the other hand, did, apparently. It was so last minute, she didn’t know if she could say no, if there was time for them to find a replacement…

“Okay,” she sighed. “I guess if he thinks I can do it…”

And that was how Noelle wound up in Santa’s sleigh, a place so many of her co-workers would have killed to be. Santa always worked alone, no matter how many times the other elves begged him to let them help… He didn’t even like to let them work on the sleigh, preferring to do it all himself. It was, Noelle had to say, smaller than she’d imagined, as was the bag Mrs. Claus brought along. Noelle had never understood the workings of the connection between the bag and the workshop store-room, though, so that was probably all the bigger it needed to be… Of course all the presents wouldn’t fit in one container, no matter how big, so there were elves tasked with re-loading the bag throughout the night via the quantum tunnel between the store-room and the bag, but that was way above Noelle’s pay grade. She had never taken the time to meet the reindeer, either; she did know Santa had been able to make improvements to the sleigh to downsize the number of reindeer needed to pull it, so she wasn’t surprised to see so few of them.

Mrs. Claus, thankfully, did seem to know what she was doing, managing a pretty clean take-off, and a fairly smooth ride to the first house. Noelle was starting to think this might not be so bad, until they went down the chimney, and actually began getting to work. “Can you go on stocking duty for me?” Mrs. Claus asked. “Be sure they’re all filled equally!”

“But look at all of them!” Noelle pouted. “All you have to do is find a couple boxes in the bag!”

“Noelle,” Mrs. Claus scolded. “We’ve just gotten started!”

“I know,” Noelle sighed, getting up on her tip-toes to begin pulling the stockings down, unhappily plopping down on the floor to put candies and little gifts into them, feeling resentful as Mrs. Claus peered over her shoulder, watching her every move, making sure it was all even, and nobody was getting more than anyone else.

“You’re going to have to pick up the pace,” Mrs. Claus commented. “We have a lot of stops to make tonight.”

“I’m working on it!” Noelle whined. “I’m doing my best!” She’d known this was how this was going to go… Everyone always expected so much, so quickly… “I’m gonna go use their bathroom.”

“Noelle!” Mrs. Claus shook her head. “We don’t have time for that!”

“Well, we don’t have time for me to pee my pants, either,” Noelle stuck her tongue out, neither bothering to point out that she wasn’t wearing pants, just the traditional green dress female elves always wore. The principle was the same either way, and allowed Noelle to pull the same stunt she did so often in the workshop, where she could hide out in the bathroom and sulk for as long as she wanted – or, rather, for as long as she thought it would take for someone else to do the job she’d abandoned – before re-emerging.

“So,” Hannah said, peering into the rear view mirror, “what is that all about?”

Sydney shifted in her seat, her diapers rustling. She hated how much she’d grown accustomed to them already, over one long weekend… It made her nervous about what was going to happen when she returned for Christmas. Of course, she hadn’t had a choice in the matter, spending most of her time after her conversation with Monica trapped in her walker, with mittens on, and no way to get out to use the bathroom anywhere other than in her pants. Her first messy diaper had been humiliating, but it was nothing compared to doing that in her walker for the first time, and being left there, bouncing in it, while Monica and Heather chatted a few feet away on the sofa.

“I thought it would be good for the plan,” Sydney shrugged sheepishly. “Having to go all the way downstairs just makes it that much more difficult.”

“The plan,” Hannah raised an eyebrow. “I was starting to wonder if you even remembered that… Did you have any time at all to case the joint?”

“A-A little,” Syd pouted.

Hannah softened. “You did do a fantastic job of convincing everyone that you are a baby, though, so I guess that’s a start.”

Sydney blushed, wriggling again. “I didn’t convince you, did I?” she asked. “Can we stop somewhere and get me out of this stupid diaper?”

“When we need gas,” Hannah replied. “If you’re going to be letting Monica take care of you next time, you might as well get used to being in them all the time, because there aren’t going to be any breaks…”

“I know!” Syd snapped. “What was I supposed to do? I could tell that’s what she wanted me to say! I was afraid if I didn’t, she’d be upset at me!”

“No, you probably made the right choice,” Hannah admitted. “I’m just warning you, that’s what’s going to happen.”

“I-I know,” Syd gulped. “But, if that’s what it takes…”

Sydney’s bladder wasn’t huge, though it was bigger than the average little’s, in her experience. She didn’t often have to excuse herself in the middle of class, and hope the professor didn’t snap at her and force her to stay, nor did she do so in movies, or on long car rides. She would have to ask to stop now and then, if she was riding with all Amazons, or a ‘tweener with a particularly large bladder, and a desire to ‘prove’ Syd was more of a baby by waiting it out and making her ask to stop first; usually, she could wait for someone else happened to need to go. Today, however, was a different story. It was that bottle Monica had insisted on feeding her before she let them leave, she reasoned, nothing more, that was making her so uncomfortable so soon, yet she was still confident she could make it…

Until she heard Hannah’s phone beep, and warn them about an impending traffic jam. Syd let out an involuntary groan, ready now to give in, to ask for a stop early, but, by then, she could already see the cars lined up in the distance, and the fact that there were no exits before then. “It’s not that big a deal,” Hannah brushed her off. “We have plenty of time to get back to campus.”

They had left sooner than Syd had expected, either so they could get away from Monica, or, as Hannah had claimed, because, as an RA, she was supposed to be back before the rest of her students. Syd had hoped that would help them avoid the worst of the traffic; obviously, she was wrong. She wiggled and fidgeted in the back seat, bladder feeling more and more full with every long, passing second. There was no point saying anything, complaining to Hannah, not when there was clearly nothing she could do about it.

It was only slightly a surprise when the padding beneath her began to grow softer, warmer, squishier. She was embarrassed, certainly, while, simultaneously, glad she was still in diapers after all, or things might have gotten very awkward between her and Hannah.

They did anyway, to a degree, when they finally got free from the traffic jam, and Hannah pulled into a rest stop, plucking the diaper bag she’d slid Syd’s real clothes into. Unfortunately, she had to untape the diaper for Syd, so, when she lifted the girl’s skirt, there was no way for her to miss how soggy it was. “Seriously, Syd?” she sighed.

“I-It was the traffic!” Syd whined. “It isn’t my fault!”

“Well, you aren’t getting back in my car without a diaper on now,” Hannah informed her. “Hold on, I’ll change you after I pee.”

“Hannah!” Sydney stomped her foot. “It won’t happen again!”

“You don’t know that,” Hannah pointed out. “What if there’s another jam? Better safe than sorry.”

Syd was not at all happy about it, but she couldn’t do much to argue against it, not when she hadn’t even confessed to Hannah how much of an accident it had been, how little control she’d had over it. Luckily, despite all that, they still got back to campus when it was mostly empty, so she didn’t think anyone noticed the extra bulk under her skirt, or the waddle to her step.

She was, however, less fortunate in the coming weeks, as finals loomed, facing her with plenty of late night study sessions. It had to be the lack of sleep and the stress that was doing it, as weird as that was considering she’d never had this problem in past semesters… She found wet spots in her panties more than once, though, to her horror, and the prospect of that, or worse, happening during finals themselves was enough to convince her, begrudgingly, to buy a pack of trainers. Her only real comfort during it was thinking of the song from her walker, letting it play through her mind, soothing her, even if it did seem like her accidents happened more often afterwards…

They had to wait for everyone else on the hall to leave before they could, so Syd at least didn’t have to worry about remembering to change out of her training panties into real ones before she went to the other girl’s room, once again arriving with no luggage of her own. “It’s weird,” she commented, “knowing we’re the only ones here.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit spooky, right?” Hannah asked. “Now, then, let’s get you changed.”

“Wait, what?” Sydney blinked. “W-We’re not waiting and doing it at a gas station or something?”

“Nope,” Hannah snapped open a diaper, laying it out on her bed. “Not after you peed yourself in my car last time.”

“It was the traffic jam!” Syd glowered.

“And we’re going to be there longer,” Hannah reminded her. “There’s more of a risk of Monica somehow finding your grown-up stuff and asking questions. It’s better to leave it all here.”

“B-But…” Sydney stammered, searching desperately for another excuse, something to get her out of this. “If you leave it in the car…”

“Syd,” Hannah rolled her eyes. “We’re the only ones here. Nobody is going to know.”

Sydney groaned, stomping her foot in frustration… And then, reluctantly, starting to get undressed, not wanting Hannah to do it, desperate to hold onto some bit of her own adulthood before going back to toddlerhood for the next couple weeks. She’d been counting on a couple more hours of it… After the embarrassment of finals week, and spending so much of it in trainers, it was quite the disappointment to not get that, to wind up right back in diapers.

She sulked about that for a while, until, nearly to Monica’s house, she thought of something else. “I, uh… I didn’t get anyone presents,” she told Hannah. “Should I have done that? If you’re supposedly going to adopt me, wouldn’t it make sense for me to have something for my new family?”

“Nah,” Hannah shrugged. “I don’t think they’re expecting much from a baby. Maybe you could find some time to color something for them or whatever.”

She might have a point… Making something would, perhaps, give her a reason to get out of her walker for a while, and hopefully Monica would let her do it on her own, or with Hannah watching her, so she was able to use that time more wisely. Or, if Monica didn’t trust her, she could be forced to actually follow through, to do arts and crafts in character, under the older woman’s direct observation.

It was something to consider, at least. She was still pondering it when they arrived at Monica’s house, and she was ushered inside to give her a big hug and kiss before she was dropped into her walker while the grown-ups unpacked the car. Syd couldn’t resist hitting the button, playing the song again, the tune even nicer now, after having had to rely on her memory of it between breaks, smiling to herself as she stared up at the huge Christmas tree now sitting in the living room, and the pile of presents underneath, and the decorations all over the walls.

“Well, then, Syd,” Monica said once they were finished with the car, “have you been a good girl?”

“Uh-huh,” Sydney nodded.

Monica arched her eyebrow. “Are you sure?” she asked. “Santa is always watching, you know, and lying about being a bad girl is just adding on, making anything naughty you did that much worse… You don’t want to risk that this close to Christmas!”

“I have!” Syd pouted.

“She has,” Hannah backed her up. “She’s kept her hands out of her diapers and everything.”

Sydney blushed, having almost forgotten about that, although, now, she noticed the mittens sitting on the coffee table, waiting, no doubt the real reason Monica had asked the question.

“I’m so proud of you!” Monica beamed. “And don’t worry, now that you’re staying downstairs with me, I made sure I have all the doors closed, so you don’t get tempted to go wandering again.”

Syd did her best to hide her disappointment. She was going to have to do everything she could to stay out of both the mittens and her walker if she wanted to do anything…

“That’s probably a good idea, Aunt Monica,” Heather told her, Syd shooting her a slight scowl to show her disapproval, though she knew the bigger girl was likely saying it only to appease her aunt. “I think for now, she should get to bed.”

“You’re right,” Monica agreed. “Come here, Syd!” She plucked Sydney out of the walker, then hesitated. “Or do you want to do it?” she offered to Hannah. “Sorry, I assumed after the drive, you’d be tired.”

“I am,” Hannah said. “You go ahead. I’ll see you in the morning, sweetie!” She gave Sydney a kiss on the forehead, then let her be taken off, glad now she hadn’t asked Hannah to change her after the last time she’d used her diaper. It would be fishy for her to show up dry after both car rides here, after all…

The nursery had been decorated for Christmas, too, with tinsel and oversized candy canes hanging on the walls, and twinkling lights strung up just under the ceiling. “Wow,” she looked around at it, only partially for show.

Monica smiled. “I’m glad you like it, dear.” She set Syd down on the changing table, and, as she began grabbing supplies for the change, Sydney took a better look at the room. The crib was definitely big, probably overkill for her… If she was careful, however, she might be able to scale the bars, get over the top… Or, she could try asking Hannah to say goodnight to her after Monica one night, and lower the side for her. It would be easier, certainly, though all it would take was Monica peeking in on her and spotting it for her to fix it, and wonder why it had been left down in the first place.

“Hmm,” Monica paused. “I forgot to ask your Mommy… How much protection do you need at night?”

“H-Huh?” Syd blinked up at her.

Monica chuckled, speaking more slowly and clearly, like she was talking to a young child, which only made it more embarrassing. “Does your Mommy keep you in one diaper at night, or do you need two?”

There was no option to go without a diaper, of course… As much as Syd would have liked to go with that, she knew she couldn’t have anyway. Realistically, two probably made more sense, considering, as far as Monica knew, Sydney was fully dependent on diapers, and she wanted to maintain her cover… That would make getting out of the crib even harder, not to mention getting around the house if she managed that… And she’d have to use them enough to justify it, or Monica might get suspicious, or assume she was dehydrated…

“You can count to two, right?” Monica cooed, holding up her hand, raising one finger, then another. “See, this is one, and this is two! Now, how many diapers do you wear to bed, sweetie?”

What should Syd say?

One?

Or two?

Should Syd…

Try to climb out of the crib tonight?

Or wait and ask Hannah to help her the next night?

And should Syd ask about making presents for the family in the morning?

Yes?

Or no?

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The Twelve Days of Christmas

It started out simply enough, easy enough to ignore, besides, of course, the inherent creepiness of waking up to find something in her house that hadn’t been there the night before. Ramona checked her video doorbell’s footage, searched all her windows and doors for a sign of a break-in, or just being left open or unlocked to let someone in, but it was like the thing had just appeared out of nowhere, sitting proudly in the middle of her living room.

One pink potty chair.

It had to have been a mistake, obviously, and, while she didn’t know how it had happened, she felt guilty at the thought of throwing it out. Somebody had bought that for someone… Maybe it had even been a Christmas present for some little girl, and whoever had left it here was going to come back and get it, apologizing profusely for… however they’d gotten in to leave it there. Ramona didn’t particularly care about Christmas – she was the only house on the street that didn’t have any decorations, any lights – but that didn’t mean she wanted to ruin it for someone else for no reason.

So she left it alone, waiting to hear the chime of her doorbell, curious to find out the story when whoever had put it there came to retrieve it. And, strangely, whenever she walked past the living room from her home office, on her way to get something from the kitchen, she couldn’t help feeling her eyes being drawn to it, a tiny twinge building in her bladder…

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The second day didn’t clear things up any… The culprit still hadn’t noticed their mistake, apparently. Ramona’s patience was wearing thin, and she was tempted to let the mystery go, set the potty chair out by the curb, to make it easier for them to find… Or for the garbageman to take away the next day if that didn’t happen.

She wasn’t sure why she didn’t, exactly. She told herself it was a security issue, that she should talk to them, find out how they’d gotten into her house without leaving any trace, but was that really all it was? As she sat and ate her lunch in the living room, as usual, her gaze kept returning to it, the news far harder to pay attention than normal, and when she’d gone up to go to the bathroom, she had taken a step towards the chair unconsciously, blushing at her mistake and laughing it off.

But that wasn’t the worst of it… That didn’t come until she took her shower that evening, and, wrapped in her towel, opened up her dresser, expecting a whole drawer full of underwear and bras, same as ever…

Two cutesy panties.

That was what was in there instead. Two pairs of panties that looked like they belonged to a four year old – like, perhaps, the kind of person who might need that potty chair in her living room – not a grown woman like herself.

She, of course, hadn’t been happy about that, but, again, there was no evidence of a break-in. She’d checked the windows and doors again, and even the closets and under the bed in her room and the guest room, and there was nothing there, nobody… And no hint of her missing panties. Reluctantly, she’d picked up one of the pairs from the drawer, groaning at the sight of the thick cotton, the bubblegum pink trim, the teddy bear blazoned across the back, and, with no better options, put them on.

A Thief’s Holidays – Chapter 4

She was going to find the bathroom. She had no doubt there was another one here, and she’d surely have a better chance of finding it before she had an accident, rather than climbing all the way up the stairs… And, if anything went wrong, she’d be closer to the kitchen so she could ask Hannah for help after all.

As inconvenient as the walker was, she had to admit it was easier to get around in it, in a way. The diaper was so thick, and gave her such a waddle when she was moving on her own, and the crinkling seemed so loud as it rustled between her thighs… It was hard to call what she was doing sneaking, at this rate! She found herself missing the sound of her music, too, worming its way into her head with its cheery, tinkly notes…

Of course, in the walker, there was no way for her to reach the doorknobs, to get in anywhere if the doors were closed, so, for her to finish investigating the house, she had to toddle on… Not that she had any way of climbing into the walker on her own, or any desire to go up to Aida and ask to be put back in.

“Okay,” she told herself under her breath. “Let’s see what we’ve got…”

She wasn’t sure what she’d rather see… It would be good to see, perhaps, a display room, filled with lots of priceless artifacts she could snatch when they came back at Christmas, or even now, if she was stealthy enough about it; her need for the bathroom was growing very quickly, however, more than she’d anticipated, and she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to hold out if she didn’t find a toilet.

The first door she tried was neither. She had to stretch up, a slight pinkness tinging her cheeks as she felt her dress riding up, knowing the ruffles on her tights were being displayed again, to grab the knob and turn it, pulling it open to reveal…

A linen closet. “Oh,” she pouted, staring up at the shelves of neatly folded towels and washcloths and sheets. Monica probably bought nicer stuff than Syd was used to, but it wasn’t valuable enough to make a heist out of. There was something on one of the lower shelves that she was curious about, that looked even bigger than the fluffiest towels, and she gave them a poke, trying to work out what they were…

Until she looked beside them, and saw the stack of neatly folded plastic pants. Her blush deepened as she stepped back, closing the door quickly, as if they were about to fly off the shelves and attack her. Cloth diapers. They were huge, bulky cloth diapers… And kept down nice and low, like they were ready for somebody wearing them to go fetch, and bring to their caretaker for a change.

She shuddered at the thought, at toddling down the hall, diaper sagging low, having to get a clean one for herself, and carry it back through the house, everyone she passed knowing exactly what was going on… It was an easy image to conjure up now, with her stomach churning, warning her how close it was to becoming reality…

Except, maybe it wouldn’t be such a long journey after all, she discovered, after she opened up the next door. It was a much larger room, though no more promising when it came to her ultimate goal, and far more embarrassing than even the fantasy the closet had stirred up.

It was a nursery. Not just a crib, like the portable one set up on one side of Hannah’s bedroom, though there was a larger one there, made of solid-looking wood, resembling a prison, or a cage, as much as it did a place to sleep. There was a changing table, too, a playpen, a rocking chair, a toy box… The only thing missing was a high chair, but Syd saw a spot it could have gone, where, most likely, it had been moved from, out to the table.

There was no way this was all for her… Right?! A chill ran down her spine as she peered down at herself, at the diaper peeking out from beneath her short, green dress. Monica had seemed very excited about her being there… Looking at it more closely, she started to realize none of it appeared new. And it was bigger than it would have needed to be for her, or any little.

Either way, that wasn’t somewhere she wanted to be caught snooping, and, while Monica had certainly spent a lot of money on it, nothing that she’d be able to carry out would be worth much on its own, not unless there were flecks of gold in the baby lotion and powder she saw sitting on top of the changing table.

So, that left only one more room… Of course, the one she’d been trying to find was the last one. She let out a groan, having to pause partway there as a cramp hit her, doubling her over, taking every bit of her concentration to contain. This was definitely going too fast… Was it just because of how much she’d eaten, or was there something more to it?

There wasn’t time to worry about that, or anything else. Biting down on her lip, she trudged on, staring desperately at the final door, determined to make it there, to not let herself suffer the indignity of falling only a few steps short… Sweat dripped down her forehead as she crinkled away, hands clenching into fists, the hall almost seeming to lengthen the further down it she went…

She let out a squawk of triumph when she reached it, clutching at the doorknob triumphantly. She didn’t know who it could be, but she half expected to find it locked, one of Hannah’s family members inside, blocking her from her victory, despite how certain she was that she’d seen all of them in the living room, or heading to the kitchen.

It wasn’t. The door swung open, and she raced inside as fast as she could, kicking blindly at the door with the back of her foot, unable to wait for it to close before she pawed under her dress, pushing her hands beneath her tights, grabbing at the tapes of her diaper while she scanned the bathroom, searching to see if there was a stepstool, or something for her to climb onto to help her get up to the toilet seat…

But, after all that, it didn’t matter. She froze in horror, blood turning to ice as she gave the tape another tug, confirming what she already knew, what she’d worried might be the case, and prayed wouldn’t be. Sure enough, the diapers were little-proof.

“No, no, no!” she stomped her Mary Janes. It wasn’t fair! She’d made it! All she had to do was get out of this diaper, and onto the toilet! And now, she couldn’t even do that.

Right when she thought that was it, that things couldn’t get any worse, she heard the sound of a throat clearing behind her, making her turn her head to see Monica towering over her, arms folded. “And what do you think you’re doing in here, little one?” she asked.

Sydney yanked her fingers out of her tights, but she knew it was already too late, that the woman had seen her. She was supposed to be a good little girl, a mindless baby, yet here she was, caught with her hands down her pants, trying to take her diaper off, to use the potty…

In the moment, there was only one thing she could come up with, one response that might distract Monica. It didn’t take much, either, just a bit of a squat, and the smallest push, and her body took over the rest, sending a huge, mushy mass straight into the seat of her diaper. There was no turning back once it had begun, no changing her mind… She grunted softly, face burning from both exertion and humiliation as she helplessly, and thoroughly, filled her diaper to brim.

Her brain didn’t quite work in the immediate aftermath, leaving her a stunned, stammering mess, gawking up at Monica as she wiggled her bottom, nose crinkling as the mess shifted and squelched, reminding her anew of what she’d done, of how utterly infantile it had been, and she must be for having done it. She’d pooped her pants, and not just a little… Had she not been in diapers already, there would be no way she could argue her way out of the claim that would have been sure to follow this sight that she needed them, that she deserved to be in them.

“Oh, I see,” Monica nodded sagely.

“Y-You do?” Syd blinked, still struggling to bring her full mental facilities back online, to deal with this properly, and not blow her – and Hannah’s – cover.

“I do,” Monica gave her a small smile. “I know those urges are natural, sweetie, and I can’t be too harsh on you for not being able to stop yourself from acting on them, especially if your Mommy hasn’t taught you not to… But I also have to help you learn that isn’t appropriate for you to do.”

“Huh?” Sydney was glad the woman didn’t appear to be too mad, and, at the same time, completely lost at what she was hinting at. Had Monica not wanted her to use her diapers? She’d been so excited at the prospect of changing her last night… “I-I’m sorry?” she issued a blanket apology, hoping that would cover her bases.

Monica scooped her up, hand flat on the swollen seat of Syd’s diaper as she nestled the girl against her hip. Sydney gasped, embarrassment flooding her mind again as her mess was squished, and touched through her diaper by someone else, someone so much bigger and more mature than her… She found herself, unexpectedly, desperately missing the comfort of her pacifier, and, to substitute for it, she slid her thumb into her mouth and began to suck on it.

That was nothing compared to what happened next, though, when she was taken out of the bathroom, the door shut firmly behind them, Monica doing the same with the other doors they passed on the way to the nursery, where Syd was sat down on the changing table, her full weight bearing down on the load in her pants. She let out a tiny, pitiful whimper into her thumb, feet swinging beneath her as she squirmed, trying to get away from it, only making it worse.

“It’s only going to be a minute,” Monica promised, stepping away, rummaging through the dresser. “Ah, here we go!” She returned with a pair of stiff, pink mittens, pulling one of them over Syd’s free hand before she could react, the garment forcing her fingers apart, rendering them useless. “It’s okay,” Monica cooed as she slid Syd’s other hand free of her mouth, yanking the second mitten over it. “There we go!” she declared, turning around to grab a pacifier from a basket on top of the dresser to slide into Syd’s mouth. “All better! Now you can’t get up to anything naughty!”

Finally, Sydney put it all together, the truth somehow worse than she’d ever imagined. Monica wasn’t mad at her for messing her diaper, of course… She thought Syd had been trying to play with herself.

“I-I wasn’t..!” she started to protest, grateful that she had the pacifier now to muffle those words as she thought better of them. It was a mortifying thing to have assumed about it… It was better that than let Monica know she’d been trying to get to the toilet, that she was fully potty trained, and not a baby at all, despite how she felt at the moment.

“Well, then,” Monica said, plucking Syd back off the changing table. “Now that that’s all taken care of, this is the perfect opportunity!”

Syd was sure Monica was going to lay her down, change her, and, as humiliating as it would be, she was glad to know she was about to get into a fresh diaper. Instead, she was rested back on Monica’s hip, carried out of the room, up the stairs, and into not Hannah’s bedroom, but the sewing room, the rest of the downstairs doors getting closed as they went by, ensuring that Sydney wasn’t going to be getting back in if she was returned to her walker.

“This is always so tricky,” Monica told her, setting her down and starting to undress her, lifting her dress up and over Sydney’s head, Syd having to struggle to keep from trying to cover her chest automatically, to act like she was used to being dressed by other people, seen naked by them. “How do you measure a little? You never really know how thick their diapers are going to be, especially after…” She chuckled, poking at Syd’s lumpy bottom. “And you don’t want to not account for that! I’d hate to have you split your pants when you fill them!”

The tights stayed on, and, obviously, so did the diaper, Monica fetching a measuring tape and stretching it all over Syd’s body, jotting down notes in a small notebook every time she measured her arm, or her tummy, or her torso, dirty diaper included. “I think this should be fine!” Monica declared. “I can’t imagine you’ll be going much more than this! I hope not, anyway… Your diapers wouldn’t be able to take it!”

“I ate a lot!” Sydney pouted behind her paci defensively. It wasn’t like that had been by choice, either…

“All right, all right,” Monica smiled. “That should do it. Let’s go get you cleaned up!”

Sydney whimpered, seeing Monica pick up her dress, carrying it rather than putting it back on her. She grabbed for it, to no avail. “No point in putting that back on until you’re in a new diaper!” Monica told her cheerfully, picking her up once more, carrying her into Hannah’s bedroom to grab a spare diaper, then down the staircase, just in time for them to see everyone from the kitchen come wandering down the hall, towards the living room, Sydney frantically attempting in vain to hide her bare body from their eyes.

“We wondered where you got off to!” Cameron exclaimed. “We’re all done!”

“Good,” Monica told him. “You all go into the living room… I have something to take care of first.”

“What’s with the mittens?” Hannah asked.

“I know she’s your baby,” Monica said, “but it turns out she’s one of those little ones who really likes her messy diapers.” Sydney sucked harder on her pacifier, her whole face lighting up, watching everyone’s bemused reactions, all of them recognizing right away what Monica meant, catching on much quicker than Syd herself.

“Oh, she is, huh?” Hannah raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“She is,” Monica confirmed. “I don’t know what you think is so funny about that, young lady… As her caretaker, you should have known about that already, and dealt with it, or at the very least warned me! As it is, she’s just going to have to wear these for the rest of the weekend, and hopefully you’ll have broken her of that nasty habit before Christmas.”

Hannah and Syd exchanged glances as Sydney was carried past her partner in crime, not sure if she wanted the other girl to volunteer to take over or not, or say something to defend her, tell Monica she didn’t need the mittens, which were going to make it almost impossible to get any more scouting done, certainly if she went back into her walker while she had them on. Hannah didn’t, her nose wrinkling as she caught a whiff of what her aunt was referring to, her expression slightly wounded at the accusation that she wasn’t doing a good enough job ‘raising’ her little, letting Sydney fend for herself as she slunk off to the living room to sulk.

“This would be so much easier if Hannah would have let me keep you in here,” Monica complained to Sydney as she slid down her tights, then ripped open her diaper and began to wipe her off. “She said she didn’t want you to be a bother to me down here, or for me to feel like I had to look after you because my room is on this floor, and hers is upstairs, yet here I am anyway… And it’s so silly to have to go up to get your diapers, and back down to use the changing table… I know she thinks a changing pad on her bed is good enough, but why not use this, when I have it already?”

She sighed, sliding the diaper out from under Syd’s backside, replacing it in one smooth motion before moving on to the powders and lotions. “Maybe I should insist on you staying down here when you come back for Christmas. What do you think, sweetie? You wouldn’t mind staying downstairs with your Auntie Monica, would you? And there are so many more toys here for you to play with! So long as you prove to me you can be trusted to use your hands again by then, of course.”

Sydney swallowed, looking up at the woman uncertainly. In a way, that would be easier, getting her closer to where the good stuff was probably hidden… If she could get out of the room on her own, if she could convince Monica not to leave her locked in the crib, or playpen, constantly. Without having Hannah there, in the room with her, looking after her, though… Was she going to have any hope of ever getting to use the toilet for the entirety of her Christmas break?! She blushed at the thought, recalling the diaper she had just been changed out of, thinking of having to do that every day, at least once… But, if she said no, would that offend Monica? Would it be suspicious for her to turn down the promise of all those toys?

“You don’t have to be afraid,” Monica told her, tugging the front of the diaper up, starting to pull the sides snug and tape them into place, smoothing them out proudly, locking them in place, sealing Syd inside, with no chance to get out of them on her own, then plucking the pacifier out of her mouth. “I can tell your Mommy for you, if you’re afraid she’ll be mad at you. You just let me know what you want, little one.”

What should Sydney say?

“Yes, I want to stay downstairs, in the nursery, when I come back for Christmas!”

Or, “No, I want to stay with my Mommy.”

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