The Playdate Before Christmas – Chapter 5

Camdyn took a deep breath, weighing her options, but knowing, deep down, what the right one was, what she had to do, as embarrassing as it might be.

“Sh-She had an accident,” she told her Nanny. “A-And I was letting her change into one of my Pull-Ups, b-but she wanted to make me wear a diaper, and I didn’t wanna, and…”

“So you were helping her cover up her accident?” Nanny raised an eyebrow, staring down at Cam.

Cam nibbled on her bottom lip, nodded. If she was telling the truth, she was going to tell the truth. With any luck, Elektra was too busy crying over the changing table to overhear, though, even if she did, what was she going to do now? “I-I thought about coming to tell you, or her Nanny, b-but I kind of wanted her to get into trouble.”

“You did?” Nanny shook her head. “Why would you want that?”

“B-Because she deserves it!” Camdyn sniffed. “Sh-She’s been bullying me for years, a-and she’s the whole reason I’m stuck like this!”

“No, Camdyn.” Nanny’s voice was still mostly gentle, although it had turned just a hair harsher. “You’re stuck like this because of all your accidents.”

“A-And I only had those because of her!” Cam whined, the words bringing her back to the one she’d just had today, at the start of this whole thing. It would be the perfect opportunity to ‘prove’ that, to say that Elektra had done it again… But she knew better than to try to lie to Nanny. It might seem like a good idea, however, chances were good that the woman would see through her, would be even more upset than if she told the truth.

She sighed, wiggling her bottom, enjoying what was likely her last few moments in big girl panties for a while, at least as much as she could with the clammy dampness in them. “B-But I do have real accidents now,” she said. “A-And I had one, too… I-I’m sorry, Nanny…”

She lifted up her skirt, allowing the woman to slide down her tights, examining the thick, white panties underneath. “Camdyn,” Nanny scolded softly. “You know what this means…”

Cam winced. “I-I know, Nanny,” she agreed. “D-Do I hafta go all the way back to diapers?”

Nanny eyes flickered towards the changing table, Elektra now lying on top of it, still bawling, getting powdered up, her Nanny preparing to tape her up any moment now, to seal the deal of the final step of her regression. “I am proud of you for letting me know,” Nanny said hesitantly. “And it was only a small accident… I suppose I could give you one more chance.”

“R-Really?!” Camdyn gasped, hardly able to believe it.

“You are going back to trainers,” Nanny warned. “And I mean it, young lady, one more chance… Any other accidents, and I don’t care how much you bat your eyes at me and make them water… But it is almost Christmas, and you didn’t try to hide your accident like a naughty little girl, so…”

“Thank you!” Cam wrapped her arms around her Nanny, giving her a big hug. She might not love Pull-Ups, however, they were definitely better than diapers, especially now, with Elektra watching.

Then again, Elektra didn’t exactly seem concerned at the moment as her Nanny helped her down off of the changing table, batting aside the girl’s shocked hands as she poked at the bulky padding around her waist, the tapes a bit stretched to accommodate her wider hips, but holding tight. Her Nanny pulled the tights up over the diaper, then led the bully over to the corner, where Elektra stayed, rubbing her bottom through her new padding, sniffling pathetically.

Cam’s Nanny led her over to the changing table, Camdyn doing as she was told while her shoes and tights were removed. “I’m very sorry about that,” Elektra’s Nanny said when she returned to them from her own charge. “She’ll be giving you an apology when her time-out is over.”

“O-Okay,” Cam nodded, glancing up at her, then looking away as she saw the woman notice the small, yellow stain on her otherwise pristine panties.

“Oh, my,” she commented. “She didn’t make you do that, did she?”

Lying to her own Nanny was one thing; lying to Elektra’s, on the other hand… Perhaps she could have gotten away with that. Unfortunately, she didn’t even have the opportunity to try – not that she should have now anyway, with her Nanny listening in – before Nanny answered for her. “No, no. Little Cam here has never been any good at keeping her pants dry. I’d hoped we’d solved that, but I guess she needs another round of potty training after all.”

Camdyn’s cheeks burned as Nanny slid a Pull-Up up her legs, letting them snap into place. Her panties hadn’t been the biggest step up from them, yet, somehow, she’d already managed to forget how childish they were in comparison, how much smaller she felt when she had them on. The only blessing was that Nanny wasn’t going to make her start her potty training from scratch again, that she wasn’t going to leave her in diapers until she needed them, then teach her to use the potty properly, and hope it stuck this time.

The other Nanny seemed skeptical of that method. “Just right back to training?” she commented. “Do you think that’s for the best?”

“We’ll see,” Cam’s Nanny replied, slipping the tights back up her charge’s legs. “At least if she has more accidents now, I won’t have to worry about her leaking everywhere. And if I have to put her back into diapers in a week or two, that’s what we’ll do.”

Cam gulped, the Nanny having looked her in the eye with that final sentence, glaring at her, letting her see that she meant business… Not that Camdyn would ever have doubted that. “Y-Yes, Nanny,” she nodded.

“Hmm,” the other Nanny arched an eyebrow.

“Speaking of,” Cam’s Nanny smirked, “Cam tells me that Elektra had an accident, too, and switched out her Pull-Up.”

“I assumed as much,” Elektra’s Nanny sighed. “What are we going to do with these little brats? Do you really think either of them deserves their surprise now?” Cam squirmed, not liking being lumped in with Elektra that way, yet lacking the courage to deny it.

“They might not enjoy it as much, especially Elektra,” Cam’s Nanny said, “but it is there for them. Let me just fix Camdyn’s hair, and that ought to give Elektra enough time to stew in time-out, and then we can go.”

Cam gulped at the sight of her hairbrush being lifted from its spot on her dresser, though she was able to keep from having another accident, relatively confident that her Nanny was only going to be using it as it was intended, since that’s what she’d said she was going to do. Nanny sat down in her rocking chair, pulling Cam onto her lap, Camdyn all too happy to cuddle up there and let the woman brush her hair.

“It’s all right,” her Nanny cooed. “If you work hard, you’ll be back in your big girl panties in no time.”

“B-By New Year’s?” Cam blinked up at her hopefully.

Nanny scoffed. “Maybe by Valentine’s,” she countered. “If you can keep from having any accidents at all until then.”

She should have known it would take more than a week or two to prove she was still potty trained… February sounded like it was a long way off, but it wasn’t that bad. Still… “A-Any?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, Camdyn,” Nanny told her. “Any. One more chance, remember? Or would you…?”

“N-No,” Cam shook her head. “N-No, one is fine. I-I’ll do my best, Nanny.”

“I know you will,” Nanny gave her a hug. “But I mean it, Cam. One chance. And no excuses… I don’t care how excited you get on Christmas morning, or trying to stay up late on New Year’s Eve. An accident is an accident.”

“I-I know, ma’am,” Cam nodded. She had a feeling it was going to be tough… But now, knowing that Elektra was going to be in diapers that whole time, and probably far longer, assuming her Nanny had similar methods, she had even more incentive to stay dry so that, if they had any more playdates, she’d have that to hold over her. And, hopefully, their Nannies would know better than to leave them alone.

Nanny lifted her down out of her lap, taking her by the hand, while the other Nanny went to fetch Elektra from the corner, eyes red, mouth pouting as she toddled along beside her caretaker, sulking, her diaper bulging out quite obviously below the hem of her skirt “What do you have to say to your friend?” her Nanny asked, giving the girl a crinkly swat on the bottom when she stayed silent.

“I-I’m sorry I hurt you,” Elektra squeaked. “I-I hope it wasn’t too bad…”

Cam peered up at the Nannies, suspecting that she could have gotten the other girl disciplined further if she wanted… All things considered, however, pulling her hair was one of the nicer things Elektra had done to her, and had gotten the Nannies here quickly enough to stop the diapering. “It’s okay,” she said. “I forgive you.”

“What else, Elektra?” her Nanny demanded.

Elektra pouted, her free hand balling up into a frustrated fist. “A-And I deserve my punishment for being mean to you.”

“What punishment?” Her Nanny didn’t let her off the hook that easily, making her squirm in embarrassment.

“I-I deserve to be diapered for being so mean,” Elektra muttered.

“Yes, you do,” her Nanny agreed, giving Elektra’s diaper a pat. “And for the accident I know you had… Don’t think I didn’t notice you were in a different Pull-Up before I spanked you, young lady. I can only assume the worst, since you felt the need to hide the evidence… So you’re going to be staying in those for a long, long time.”

Elektra’s eyes widened, filled with tears again. “B-But…!” she protested, only to be pulled away, out of Cam’s bedroom, into the party, so that, if she felt the need to raise a fuss over that ultimatum, she’d have to do it in front of all of her parents’ friends.

Camdyn’s Nanny took her time, leading her out more slowly, making less of a scene, although she did still get plenty of comments, plenty of cheek pinches, while she anxiously tugged on her skirt. It had been just long enough to hide her panties… She had no idea if it was doing the same for her Pull-Ups or not, or if, like Elektra, her padding was definitely visible, no matter what she did.

It didn’t matter, in the end, as she was stopped by her step-mother, Quinn, glass of wine in hand. “Don’t you look darling?” she chuckled. “But what are you wearing there?” she smacked Cam’s hand away from her skirt, taking ahold of it herself. “Don’t tell me you peed your pants again?” she asked loudly, no doubt drawing plenty of eyes straight towards them as she lifted her step-daughter’s dress, showing off the training panties beneath her tights.

Cam could hear the giggling all around her, could feel the heat building up in her cheeks as she stood there, mortified. She should have expected it from Quinn, should have known she’d want to humiliate her, yet, somehow, she hadn’t thought the woman would go this far with it… And, to add insult to injury, she felt a trickle of wetness making its way into her trainers in response, knew that, no matter how tiny it was, that had sealed her fate. She hadn’t even made it an hour, much less all the way until Valentine’s Day. As soon as her Nanny found out, she was headed straight back to diapers after all.

Camdyn stared down at her feet as she was led through the rest of the crowd, unable to face them as she tried to smooth out her skirt, knowing it was pointless, that they all had probably seen what was underneath. Because of that, she didn’t see where they were going until she saw Elektra’s Mary Janes shuffling back the other way, heard the girl sniffling again, sounding more pitiful than ever, and she glanced up to see…

Santa. Santa Claus was sitting there, in her living room, smiling down at her. Obviously, it was just someone that had been hired to dress as him, but he was doing a very good job of it, looking perfectly jolly, with a real white beard and white hair, in quite a nicely made suit.

“Go on,” her Nanny sent her up to him with a pat on the bottom. “Go say hello.”

Cam gulped, walking up to him, feeling very much like an actual little girl as she got closer and closer, as she saw just how much like she’d always envisioned Santa. “Merry Christmas, Camdyn,” he greeted her. “Would you like to sit on my lap?”

That was, surely, why he was here, so she turned back to look at her Nanny for a moment, then nodded, letting him pick her up, set her on his knee. The commotion of the party seemed to die down almost instantly, everything fading away except for him and her.

“So, Camdyn,” he asked, “have you been a good girl this year?”

Cam gulped, squirming. “I-I’ve tried…”

He chuckled. “You’ve tried, huh? Well, I suppose that’s all I can really ask for. I think you’ve done a pretty good job, myself?”

“R-Really?” Cam blinked up at him.

“Sure!” he replied. “For the most part… So, tell me, Cam… What do you want for Christmas?”

“W-Well…” Camdyn wriggled, wondering what she ought to say, if he wanted a more cutesy answer, like ‘A new dolly!’ or something more than that.

He adjusted her on his lap, looking her in the eye. “What do you really want for Christmas?” he asked again.

His eyes were so deep, so blue… The noise of the party seemed to fade away all the more, almost making her feel as if she were in a snowglobe with him, all alone.

“I want to be a big girl again,” she confessed, a little surprised to hear the words continue to spill out of her mouth, a bit more honest than she might have normally been. “A-And I want Elektra to have to wear diapers for a long time so she can see what it’s really like… A-And I’d like for Quinn to get a taste of her own medicine, too.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “I see… Well, I can promise you that Elektra has, indeed, earned herself quite the stay in diapers, with her behavior this year, and for plenty of years before now. And you have been good enough to earn one more last chance, I think.”

Cam felt another warmth in her pants, this one a bit different; when it faded, the slight squishiness of her last accident was gone, nowhere to be found, no matter how much she shifted on Santa’s lap. Her eyes widened, staring up at him in disbelief while he smiled, gave her a wink. “H-How…?!”

“The rest is up to you,” Santa told her. “I have faith in you, Camdyn. I’m sure you can do it, if you put your mind to it. As to your step-mother… You’ve been a good girl this year, but I’m not sure you’ve been good enough for that. What do you think?”

Moments ago, Camdyn would have confidently said that Santa wasn’t real, of course, that she hadn’t believed in him in years… Now, she was on the opposite side, as silly as it seemed. Santa was a story for the littlest of kids… Yet he had, somehow, saved her from going right back into diapers, erased her accident… Who else could have done such a thing?!

And he was asking her if she’d been good enough to deserve such a huge present as turning the tables on Quinn, making her have an accident or two, perhaps right here at the party, in front of everyone, after she’d called Cam out for it, maybe even landing her all the way back in diapers. Cam thought she’d been very good…

But, if she was being honest with herself, Santa did have a point. She could have been a little better… She’d known what Elektra was going through, that there was a good chance she’d need the bathroom, had even considered, for a moment, taking her right to it, regardless of the way the girl had treated her in the past… And she hadn’t done it. She’d let her take one of her Pull-Ups to hide her inevitable accident, sure… She’d known the girl’s Nanny would likely discover the deception, however, known that she’d probably get in just as much trouble for that as if she’d been caught in soggy trainers.

Elektra might have deserved that… But a very good girl, one who could, perhaps, get anything at all she asked Santa for, would have looked past that, would have done everything she could to help Elektra stay out of diapers. She couldn’t say she regretted any of it, that she wasn’t happy to hear Santa’s promise that her bully would be in them for quite a while… It just would have been nice if Quinn could have gotten some of the same.

“No,” she replied quietly. “I guess not…”

“Well,” he told her with one final wink, “there’s always next year, isn’t there?”

That there was… And, as he lifted her down off of his lap, sending her back towards her Nanny, Cam stealing a peek back at him to confirm that he was really there, that she hadn’t imagined all of that, she was filled with a sense of determination. Not only was she going to make the most of the second chance he’d given her, going to do her best to be back in big girl panties for good by next Christmas, but she was also going to be on her very best behavior for the whole year, so that, hopefully, next year, Santa would agree that she’d earned every single one of her Christmas wishes.

The End

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It would have been lying to pretend that she didn’t take a second look at Santa as she shuffled through the mall, that she wasn’t tempted to join the line of tots and their parents. It didn’t matter that she was an adult, or that she knew she’d get plenty of strange looks, especially once she got up to him, sat on his lap… She still had vague memories of doing it as a kid, of how safe and warm and festive it made her feel.

It would also have been a lie for her to pretend she didn’t know what she’d ask him for, what she’d lean over and whisper into his ear. He would be confused, no doubt, might ask her to repeat it to make sure he’d heard it right, or smile and nod and take the picture so he could move on to the next person in line, likely used to his clients speaking too quickly and quietly for him to decipher what they meant, exactly.

Of course, she knew it wouldn’t have made a difference one way or the other; she was a grown-up, she was more than aware this wasn’t the real Santa, that Santa wasn’t real to begin with. Still, this time of year, it was easy to forget that, to let herself hold on to a shred of hope that maybe people were wrong, that he did exist, and if she believed, deep down, that he would grant her wish.

She froze, blushing as she saw Santa glance towards her, as if he sensed her staring at him – impossible, she told herself, considering everyone here was looking at him, that he was the center of attention in this part of the mall, on his red throne, in front of a painted backdrop of a cozy fireplace, stockings hung by it, bulging with goodies – and gave her a smile and a wink.

In confusion, she turned her head, certain there must be someone else behind her, someone he knew in real life. There were, unsurprisingly, plenty of people milling around, though none of them had stopped, were reacting. By the time she returned her gaze to him, he was back to the next child in line, helping her up onto his lap.

She shook her head, wondering if it had been a daydream, or if, perhaps, she was hallucinating, too tired from all the overtime she’d been working this month, hyped up on the caffeine she’d guzzled to get her through this frantic, last-minute shopping trip she’d put off far too long. Whatever the case, there was no way Santa had actually seen her, acknowledged her, like that… Right?

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She stretched, yawned, her brow furrowing slightly as she saw red and green lights blinking softly through her bleary vision. That wasn’t that unusual, of course – it was Christmas, and she’d left her tree’s lights on overnight so Santa would have some light, just in case – except that, obviously, her tree was in her living room… And she could have sworn she had set the lights to plain, traditional white. She could be wrong, though, might have hit the wrong button in her app, and maybe she’d fallen asleep on her couch.

She frowned, squirming, hearing a light crinkling coming from beneath her PJs. It was, again, not particularly strange… She didn’t get the chance to wear all that often nowadays, but there was something special about getting to wear on Christmas Eve, into Christmas morning, and she couldn’t pass that up. The more she moved, however, the more odd it felt. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the cool clamminess of a wet diaper, trying her best to remember if she’d done that before she drifted off.

The wetness must be what was causing the diaper to feel so thick, so bulky, far bigger than she recalled. But what was making her socks tug upwards against her feet whenever she squirmed? And why, when she reached her hand upwards to rub her eyes, did it feel like her blanket had come up with it? She attempted to brush it aside, only, when she started to close her hand, to feel a stiffness there, preventing her from being able to use her fingers.

She let out a gasp, sitting up, her diaper crackling under her, shocked wide awake. She looked down at herself, heart pounding as she saw the mittens covering her hands, attached to a red and white striped footed sleeper, a large bow on the chest and a massive bulge at the waist, much larger than any of the diapers she had in her stash could have made. She was lying in a pink bassinet, underneath a Christmas tree that appeared to stretch upwards forever.

She had been right all along… Santa was real, and he had, finally, come through for her.

The Playdate Before Christmas – Chapter 4

Camdyn knew she could be nice, could try to give Elektra a hand, get her to the bathroom for the worst of her accident… But if she did that, she might not get to see her bully wind up in diapers, and that was exactly what she wanted for Christmas this year.

Still, there was no need to make it too obvious, to go out and get the girl’s Nanny right away. That was just going to make the other young woman mad at her, give her a reason to get revenge, and if the two of them were stuck in Cam’s bedroom after it happened, Elektra would have plenty of opportunity for that, not to mention lots of stuff she could use, if she was given the motivation.

There was a chance that, by helping, she would be preventing it, would let Elektra seem more mature, relatively speaking, at least enough to keep her pants dry through a Christmas party. She suspected Elektra’s Nanny would see through it, however. She only hoped she didn’t get in trouble for helping.

“No!” Elektra repeated, reaching under her skirt, pressing her hands to her crotch, Cam seeing, even in the brief flash she got of them, even through the tights, that the Pull-Up was definitely soggy.

It was difficult not to giggle, to think about what was about to happen to the girl if she didn’t step in. It very well might happen still, but, were the Nanny to walk in now, check her – or, really, just see how Elektra was standing, the look on her face – there would be no question, no debate: Elektra would be put straight into one of the diapers she’d wanted to see Cam in so badly.

“Th-This is your fault!” Elektra whined, clearly desperate for something, anything, to blame other than herself. Even so, her voice sounded far higher, squeakier, less powerful, than it had moments ago when she was accusing Camdyn of the same thing.

“It’s okay,” Cam assured her. She felt a little dirty, comforting Elektra, of all people, but she knew what this was like, had more first-hand experience than most people their age. “It was going to happen sooner or later. At least you aren’t out in the middle of the rest of the party.”

“Y-Yeah, I guess…” Elektra admitted, sniffling.

Cam felt confident enough to edge around Elektra, the bully too occupied by the sensation of soaking her trainers to even attempt to stop her now. She was just standing there, staring downwards, occasionally whimpering. It really wouldn’t be difficult to make a run for it… But Cam had made up her mind, walking back over to the changing table, where Elektra had been a minute ago, where she had been threatening her.

The diaper was still open, still waiting on the changing table. She wanted to grab it, to fold it back up, get rid of it, but the mere sight of it made her feel tiny now, made her toes start to turn inward, made her head spin with shame, remembering how many of them she’d used since this had begun, how, tonight, after the party, no matter what happened, she was going to be taped into one again.

“C-Cam, no!” Elektra pouted, begging, something Camdyn had never heard from her before. She sounded so small, so pathetic… In that moment, even before Cam looked back at her, saw her bouncing in place, hands at her crotch, the very image of a toddler in the middle of failing her potty training, it was hard to believe she’d ever been scared of her, ever let her push her around.

That brought Camdyn a bit of strength, let her ignore the diaper for a moment. “Calm down,” she cooed, bending down and grabbing one of her Pull-Ups, holding it up. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Elektra stared at her, wide-eyed. “R-Really?” she blinked.

Cam hesitated for only a second. It would have been so appropriate to force Elektra into the diaper instead, especially this one, which she’d been saved from purely thanks to the bully’s accident. She hadn’t even considered it, really; it was clear Elektra didn’t want it, however, and Cam doubted she’d have been able to make her wear it, regardless of how satisfying that would have been.

Seeing her reaction now, Cam wondered if that had been a mistake, if, right after peeing her pants, Elektra would have felt vulnerable enough that she would have allowed it to happen… It probably wouldn’t have been worth the risk, however. All she’d have had to do was snap out of it for a moment, and then Cam quite likely would have found herself on the changing table. It was better to keep the other girl away from it altogether.

She walked over to Elektra, handing over the Pull-Up like an olive branch. “Here,” she offered. “I’m sure you saw where the wipes and stuff are. I-I can go over here to give you some privacy.”

She picked up the doll she’d offered to Elektra once the bully had take the training panties, shuffling over to the far side of the room, sitting down facing away from her, letting her do what needed to be done. A stunned silence hung over the room, Cam doing her best to not read into it, not to imagine what Elektra was doing, if she was starting to realize how mean she’d been all these years, if she was regretting it now that she saw how nice Cam was being to her.

If Elektra said anything about it, Cam was prepared to say that she seemed to be having actual fun as she waited only because of the fact that her phone had long ago been confiscated, that her baby toys, and especially her dolls, had been her main form of entertainment for a while now. This doll, particularly, Dawn, had been one from her childhood, one that she’d had in her closet before Nanny had ever arrived, that, in all honesty, she’d played with anyway, long after the rest of her friends had outgrown that sort of thing. It was a good thing she’d never been friends with Elektra, or she might have recognized it from past sleepovers, or coming over to hang out in her room. The one good thing about her punishment – other than, she supposed, not having to think about trying to find another job – was that she was not only allowed, but expected to play with it again, and that had come to her perhaps a little too naturally.

It did sometime feel like a trap, as it was easy to get too wrapped up in her games and found herself having accidents because of it. She’d already abandoned Dawn once, however, and after going back to her, she couldn’t bring herself to consider doing it again.

“All right,” Elektra said quietly. “I’m done.”

Cam blinked, surprised that she’d finished up so soon. It felt as if she’d barely sat down, but that was often how it went when she was playing with her dolls… “Okay,” she nodded, starting to stand up. “So, now do you want…?”

Before she could finish her question, Elektra grabbed her by the arm, hauling her the rest of the way to her feet. “Why, yes, Cam,” she interrupted, “I would like to get you all diapered up.”

Camdyn squeaked, seeing Elektra grin down at her like a cat playing with its prey, giving her a hard tug, sending her stumbling forward, towards the changing table. It looked like she’d been wrong… Her offering a helping hand hadn’t made Elektra regret her behavior one bit. “Elektra, stop!” she thrashed, heart pounding. “I-I let you have one of my Pull-Ups!”

“Please,” Elektra rolled her eyes. “Like I wouldn’t have been able to just take one on my own. You only wanted to butter me up, make me forget this was all your fault… But I’m not as dumb as you!”

The soles of Cam’s Mary Janes were too smooth, too slick, for her to dig into the floor, to stand her ground. No matter how hard she tried, she was being pulled closer and closer to the changing table, to the diaper, still waiting, looming there, ready for her soggy bottom to land on it.

“No!” she shook her head defiantly. She’d managed to keep Elektra from doing this to her for so long… She wasn’t going to let that streak end here, so close to Christmas. “Let me go!” she demanded, twisting in Elektra’s grip…

And, to her surprise, feeling her arm slip free. She wasn’t sure if Elektra had underestimated how strong Cam was, if her panic had given her some extra strength, or if it was an early Christmas miracle, but whatever the case, one second Elektra’s hand was clamped tightly around her forearm, and the next, it wasn’t.

“I’m not letting you do this anymore!” Camdyn declared. “You deserve everything you have coming to you! I hope your Nanny keeps you in diapers forever, you… Ow!”

It probably hadn’t been a good idea to gloat so close to Elektra, but Cam didn’t think she’d ever won against her before, that she’d ever been able to break free. For that brief moment, she felt so powerful… And then Elektra’s hand darted out, snatching a handful of Cam’s hair, pulling on it harshly, forcing Camdyn, eyes brimming with tears, towards the changing table again.

“I deserve this?!” Elektra huffed. “No, you deserve it! And everyone’s gonna see that, after I parade you out into the party in a messy diaper, you little brat!”

“N-No!” Cam squealed, trying to wriggle free, her movements only making the position more painful as her head and Elektra’s hand grew further apart in the struggle. “I-I don’t do that anymore!”

“Aww,” Elektra stuck her tongue out in a mocking pout. “You will after I fill your bottom with the suppositories I found!” She gave Cam’s backside a hard thwack with her free hand. “You should have just let me play dress-up with you! Now everyone is going to know…!”

“What is going on in here?!”

Camdyn might not have been as familiar with the voice, but the tone was familiar enough to fill her with fear, even knowing that she was clearly the one being bullied. Elektra’s grip loosened immediately, Cam stepping away, seeing the other girl’s feet backing off meekly through her watery gaze. “W-We were playing, Nanny!” Elektra claimed.

The next thing Cam knew, Elektra was having the table turned on her, her Nanny grabbing her by the arm the way Elektra had done to her, dragging her over to the changing table, the larger woman to grabbing Camdyn’s paddle from it. “That was not playing, young lady, and you know it!”

“Nanny, no!” Elektra shrieked stomping her foot. “N-Not in front of her!”

“Where better?” her Nanny asked, shoving Elektra forward, bending her over the changing table, her face landing right in the middle of the open diaper. “Take a big whiff, Elektra… What does it smell like?” Elektra whimpered, shaking her head. “I hope you like it,” the Nanny mocked her, pushing up the hem of Elektra’s dress, “because you’re going to smell like that as soon as I’m finished with this spanking.”

“N-No!” Elektra wailed. “Y-You can’t! I-I’m dry!”

Her Nanny tugged the tights and Pull-Up down to Elektra’s knees, not paying attention to the design of the latter, whether it had changed or not, in the heat of the moment. “I don’t care, young lady,” she informed the wriggling girl beneath her. “Behavior like this deserves diapers regardless! And right before Christmas, too! Absolutely shameful!”

Camdyn could see pinkness on Elektra’s bare bottom, evidence that this was definitely not the first spanking she’d gotten. It may well have been the first she’d gotten with a paddle, however, or perhaps it was the location, the audience, the knowledge that she was being demoted to diapers afterwards, that made her cry so loud at the first swing of the paddle.

It was difficult to tear her eyes away from the well-earned punishment, but Camdyn did as soon as she felt a hand stroking her hair, turning to see her own Nanny standing there. “Oh, Cam,” she cooed. “I’m so sorry…”

Cam felt her lip quiver, giving the woman a big hug, feeling grateful for their sudden appearance, for the good timing. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would have been able to hold out, to keep from being dragged over to the changing table and diapered.

“We had a special surprise for the two of you, and we were coming to fetch you, but then I heard you yell out in pain…” Camdyn reached up, rubbing the side of her hair where Elektra had pulled her hair, realizing that, and her reaction, might have been what saved her. “What happened? Tell me everything…”

Cam glanced over at Elektra, getting soundly paddled, bawling, already in plenty of trouble as it was… But was it really any more than she deserved? Than she’d earned after years of being an awful bully? Camdyn was in a position now to make it worse for her, to tattle about the Pull-Up switch… Or, she could go even further, perhaps save herself as well, claim that it was Elektra’s fault her panties were wet. She had no doubt Nanny would discover that soon enough as it was, though maybe, in all this excitement, she wouldn’t think to check until after the party…

Should Cam…

…Tell Nanny the truth about everything, including about Elektra’s accident as well as her own?

…Tell Nanny the truth, including about Elektra’s accident, but keep quiet about hers?

…Tell Nanny the truth, but don’t mention either of them having accidents?

…Blame everything on Elektra?

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CYOA: The Playdate Before Christmas – Chapter 3

Camdyn took a deep breath, reminding herself of how harsh the Nanny could be, when she wanted, how difficult it was to convincingly lie to her. She would have loved to see Elektra on the receiving end of that, but, unfortunately, there was no way to know for sure if she’d be able to pull it off, if her Nanny wouldn’t see through it and punish Cam instead for fibbing. She had promised to behave, and lying was definitely not that.

However… Just because she wasn’t trying to actively get Elektra in trouble didn’t mean she had to help her out. Maybe, Cam told herself, she didn’t need it. She didn’t know that Elektra’s Nanny was going to use the same methods that hers had, although it certainly would have been appropriate. Camdyn had never had any real trouble holding her bladder unless Elektra was keeping her from using the bathroom… Not until Nanny had started giving her her special ‘medicine.’

Just thinking about it now made Cam’s blood boil a bit, made her wonder if she’d made the right choice not trying to get revenge. As evidenced by her currently soggy panties, her potty training had been destroyed, and Nanny had rebuilt it from the ground up, which had been one of the most humiliating things Cam could think of, especially since, now, it still wasn’t fully recovered.

Was the same thing happening to Elektra? Or was her Nanny keeping her in Pull-Ups purely to belittle her? As much as Camdyn darkly wished it to be the former, she also worried about it being the case, about discovering that Elektra’s body was resisting it more than hers had been able to, that, maybe, there had been some kernel of truth to Elektra’s bullying, some inherent weakness in Cam that meant she was far more suited for diapers, even if she’d fought her way back out of them for now.

“D-Do you want to play?” she asked innocently, shuffling over to her toybox. “I have dolls, and some board games, or we could…”

“Are you kidding me?” Elektra scoffed. “You think I want to sit here and play dollies with you?!”

It was hard not to feel intimidated, after all those years of torment, but all Cam had to do was look at Elektra, see that she was dressed the same as her, and remind herself that, underneath that dress, she was, in fact, in something even more immature than Camdyn’s own cotton panties, to shake it off, at least for the most part.

“I mean, it’s up to you,” she shrugged. “That’s what I have to do here… If you want, you can go out to the party with the grown-ups, but…”

“That’s where I belong!” Elektra hissed. “I AM a grown-up!”

“Me, too,” Camdyn said calmly, “but I’d rather not let them see me this way… If you do, then be my guest.”

She gestured sweetly to the door. Elektra glared at her, arms crossed, clearly wanting to refuse, out of principle if nothing else, but having to admit, in her mind, at any rate, even if she didn’t voice it, that Cam had a point.

“So I’m stuck here with you?” Elektra finally huffed, looking around at the childishly decorated bedroom. “I bet they didn’t have to redecorate in here at all, did they?”

Cam bit her tongue, certain Elektra was saying that only to get a rise out of her, that there was no way she believed that Cam’s room had been covered in so much pink, that her walls would have been covered in pictures of cutesy baby animals, when she’d lived here at the end of high school. She definitely hadn’t had the changing table then, or even the canopy bed, with its rails, and the plastic sheet hiding under the covers, expertly tucked in by Nanny after Camdyn’s attempt to prove she could make her bed on her own now.

“Oh, and these!” Elektra’s eyes lit up as they returned to the changing table, stepping over to it and picking up a diaper. Camdyn’s stomach lurched, suddenly forgetting about Elektra’s situation, simply terrified to see her bully holding one of the things Cam had been forced to wear for so long thanks to her.

“Put it down!” Camdyn ordered, with all the authority she could muster… Which, unfortunately, was not much at all, just egging Elektra on.

“Oh, my God,” Elektra giggled, giving the diaper a squeeze. “It’s so thick and so crinkly…”

“Put it down!” Cam repeated, stomping her Mary Jane in frustration.

“And pink!” Elektra continued, unbothered. “Aww, and look at the cute little princess on the front… Oh, and the crowns! Do those go away when you pee yourself?”

“Elektra!” Camdyn whined, squirming anxiously as she watched Elektra unfold the diaper, laying it out on the changing table.

“Come on,” Elektra gave it a pat. “Why don’t you show me?”

“No!” Cam refused, shaking her head. “I don’t wear diapers anymore!”

“You don’t?” Elektra raised an eyebrow. “Then why do you still have so many, Cam?”

Camdyn didn’t have a good answer for that, not without confessing that she needed her diapers for bedtime. She might not wet the bed every night, but it was often enough that it was hard to argue against them.

“Come on, Cam,” Elektra sneered. “All I want is to see you in your cute little diapers… It’s all I’ve wanted for a long time, but you never did it for me at school, or at work… And now, here they are, and there you are… You owe it to me for putting this stupid idea in my parents’ head.”

“I don’t owe you anything!” Camdyn snapped. “This is all because of you in the first place!”

“I thought you wanted to play dolls, Cam,” Elektra narrowed her eyes. “Are you changing your mind now?”

“We can play dolls!” Camdyn exclaimed, hurrying over to her toy box and digging through it, grabbing one of her dolls and holding it up, swallowing a gasp of surprise and fear when she found Elektra looming right behind her now. “L-Look, this is one of my favorites, but if you want her…”

“No,” Elektra shook her head. “I don’t think you understand, though I can’t say I’m surprised. You are going to be my baby doll. And baby dolls wear diapers, don’t they?”

“Elektra, no!” Camdyn sniffled. “Y-You don’t understand… I-I had to wear diapers for months and months because of you, a-and I finally got out of them, a-and…”

Elektra’s nose twitched, and she held up a finger to silence Cam’s frenzied attempts to put a stop to this. “What is that smell?” she asked.

Cam’s hands flew to the hem of her dress, grasping at it, knowing that, if Elektra wanted to, she could force her over to the changing table, push her up onto it, diaper her, whether Cam liked it or not… And, given the state of her panties right now, she could hardly argue that she didn’t deserve it.

“M-Maybe you had an accident,” Camdyn tried to deflect the blame. “Y-Your Nanny said…”

“I-I didn’t!” Elektra answered, after paling slightly, wiggling her bottom, making Camdyn have to wonder if it might be true after all. Elektra had been distracted with tormenting her, so it was possible she might have missed a twinge, might have dribbled… “I-I don’t pee my pants like you!”

Cam could have questioned why, then, she was in Pull-Ups, why her Nanny had announced that she was on her last strike, but she could see, from the redness spreading across Elektra’s face, that there was no need, that she knew Camdyn remembered all of that, that she was aware that it was a lie.

“I-It’s barely anything,” Elektra sniffed. “I-It shouldn’t even count!”

Cam carefully took a step to the side, trying to give herself a little space, rather than remaining trapped between the toybox and the bully, managing only one before Elektra snapped out of it, glowering at her again, her full attention on her prey. “You have Pull-Ups here, too,” she pointed out. “I could just change here, and you wouldn’t tattle, would you?”

Would she? It was such a perfect opportunity to see Elektra be put in her place… From the glimpse she’d gotten of Elektra’s trainers through her tights, she wasn’t positive if they were the same as hers or not, although she suspected they weren’t. In her panic, would Elektra realize that? Would she think about it? Or would she assume her Nanny wouldn’t notice?

Camdyn was confident that the woman would, if she allowed it to happen, that, in the end, Elektra would be in even more trouble than she would have been if she’d simply confessed to her accident. And, if there was any question about whether Elektra had changed herself, her Pull-Up would be the only one in Cam’s diaper pail at the moment, so it would be simple to prove that she had.

“M-Maybe if you agree not to make me wear a diaper…” Cam attempted to bargain.

Elektra shook her head defiantly. “If I hafta wear a Pull-Up, it’s only fair you be in diapers!”

“B-But I don’t wear them!” Cam told her again. “If Nanny sees me in them, she might think…” She wasn’t sure if what she was about to say would actually convince Elektra to stop, or just encourage her more; it didn’t matter, in the end.

“We’ll tell her we were playing dress-up,” Elektra said. “That’s a game little babies like you like to play, isn’t it?”

Camdyn, honestly, had no idea how her Nanny would react, really. Perhaps Elektra was right, and she’d buy that it was an innocent game of dress-up… Or she might think that Cam had allowed herself to be put into a diaper to try to hide an accident, to get ahead of her reaction. Or maybe she’d see through Elektra’s story, realize she’d forced Cam to do it, knowing how much Camdyn disliked wearing them, that she’d never choose to do it for some silly game…

Elektra froze, her thighs pressing together quickly, eyes widening. “Oh, no!” she squealed. Cam knew that look, knew that reaction… No doubt, the girl’s trainers were growing wetter and warmer by the moment thanks to her foolish decision to keep threatening Cam, assuming she’d be able to hold the rest of her pee, rather than rushing to the bathroom as soon as she’d felt the first few drops of her accident.

It was possible that she was right, too, about everything… Maybe she could deal with it, could stop it, even though Camdyn hadn’t been able to, once her un-potty-training had begun. She was definitely making an effort, at any rate, concentrating hard enough that Camdyn suspected she could finish her escape, make a run for the door…

But should she? Was that the right idea? Or should she help Elektra out, even though she knew the girl would never have done the same for her?

Should Camdyn…

…Go tattle on Elektra?

…Go tattle on Elektra and confess to her own accident at the same time?

…Try to help Elektra to the bathroom on time?

…Wait for Elektra to finish and let her change into a dry Pull-Up, but try to stop Elektra from diapering her?

…Wait for Elektra to finish and let her change into a dry Pull-Up, and let Elektra put her into a diaper?

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The Playdate Before Christmas – Chapter 2

Camdyn was very tempted to lie, to tell Nanny that she might be sick, but the risk was just too great. The last thing she needed was for Elektra to come in here and find her bent over her bed, thermometer in her backside… Or, worse, in the corner, red bottom on display if Nanny suspected she’d lied on purpose. Maybe she’d go easy on her, or take her word for it, so she could go to the party… It probably wasn’t the best idea to bank on it, however.

“Sorry, Nanny,” she mumbled, stomach lurching at the thought of what she was about to say. It was, in its own way, more of a lie than pretending to be ill would have been, although it was one she was less likely to be caught in. “Y-You’re right, I’m just excited about seeing my friend again.”

“Of course you are!” Nanny smiled at her. “It’s been so long since you’ve been big enough to have friends over to play with, hasn’t it? And that’s why I expect you to be on your best behavior. I know it can be exciting for little girls when they get together, but, as much progress as you’ve made, you’re still on thin ice, young lady. Don’t spoil it.”

Cam squirmed, wondering if Nanny was talking about the damp spot in her panties, if she knew about it already somehow. Was that a hint for Cam to confess to it now? Or, if she did so, would that land her right back into Pull-Ups already? “I-I’ll do my best, Nanny,” she squeaked, unsure of what that was going to look like at the moment.

“Good girl,” Nanny kissed her on the top of the head. “Now, then, why don’t..?” Before she could finish the question, there was a tap on the bedroom door. “Ah, excellent. That must be her.” She walked over and answered it, Camdyn whimpering softly, bracing herself for the worst. Maybe, if she was lucky, Elektra would make fun of her right away, earn some of Nanny’s ire…

When Nanny opened the door, however, she revealed not Elektra, but another tall, gorgeous woman, like Nanny, the very sight of her making Cam feel closer to twenty-five months old, rather than twenty-five years. She didn’t even think the woman was that much older than her, though she suspected, like with Nanny, if she asked she’d be told it was rude to ask a woman her age, and possibly be reprimanded for it by both of them. No matter what the difference in age was, there was no doubt she was far more mature than Camdyn, fidgeting there in her party dress and wet panties.

“Lovely to see you,” Nanny greeted the woman.

“You, too, dear,” the woman replied. “And this must be Camdyn. What a cutie!”

“Isn’t she?” Nanny beamed. “Come on, Camdyn, give her a curtsy.”

Reluctantly, Cam did as she was told, praying that her skirt was long enough, her tights thick enough, to hide any evidence of her accident, knowing that hesitating would lead to too many questions, possibly a more thorough examination. The two watched her, nodded approvingly, Cam having to admit that she felt a swell of pride at that.

There was also a sense of relief that, perhaps, she had a little more time to prepare, mentally, for what was about to happen. She’d thought Nanny meant that Elektra was here; apparently she’d been talking, instead, about her friend. It was still embarrassing, being seen this way by a strange, but it was an embarrassment she was more used to by now.

And then, to her surprise, Nanny peered behind the other woman, smirked. “And there you are! Why are you hiding, sweetie? Come say hello to your little friend.”

Cam heard a sound she was very familiar with by now, that of a Mary Jane stomping against the floor. More surprising, however, was the, “No!” that accompanied it. It wasn’t exactly how she remembered it, didn’t have the same confidence, yet she recognized it nevertheless, as hard as it was to believe.

“What was that?!” the woman demanded, spinning around. “We talked about this, young lady! You get out here right now!” She grabbed the wrist of the meek form cowering behind her, pulling her out from its hiding spot, sending it stumbling into the bedroom, face red and sullen.

“E-Elektra?!” Cam’s eyes widened, stunned.

It was, indeed, her, though she didn’t look at all like Camdyn remembered her. She had on no make-up, no jewelry, no fancy clothes… She was in a party dress not unlike Cam’s, except green, and perhaps a bit shorter, with white tights and Mary Janes underneath, red ribbons in her long, blonde hair. “Shut up!” Elektra sulked, hanging her head, as if that would keep Cam from being able to see her.

“Elektra!” the woman – her own Nanny, Camdyn had to assume – snapped, lifting the back of her dress to deliver a harsh swat to her backside. A backside covered in ruffles, like Cam’s, as well as, unlike Cam, what was unmistakably a Pull-Up. “You know you don’t use that kind of language, especially not to your friends!”

Elektra squeaked, gasped, trying to pull her skirt back down. “She’s not my friend!” she glowered. “And all I said was…!”

Her Nanny spun her around, pinching her chin between her fingers, lifting her head up to make the younger woman stare her in the eye. “Are you going to repeat it, young lady?” she asked quietly, calmly… But in the sort of quiet calm that Cam identified as coming right before the storm. It sent a shiver through her, and she wasn’t even the one it was directed at.

“I-It’s not…!” Elektra whined, clearly sensing the danger herself, though frustrated enough by it to not stay silent or apologize the way Cam knew she should.

“I may not have brought any of your diapers with me tonight, but I see Camdyn here has plenty that I’m sure she’d let you borrow,” Elektra’s Nanny threatened. That one sentence took Cam on quite the roller coaster ride, ending rather bumpily as Elektra looked over, saw her changing table.

“I don’t wear diapers, Nanny!” Elektra insisted, obviously more for Cam’s benefit than her Nanny’s.

“You will as soon as you get one more strike,” the woman narrowed her eyes. “And if you keep arguing with me…”

“Fine!” Elektra caved immediately. There was little doubt that this was not the first time she’d heard that threat, or that she considered the woman capable of carrying it out, if she thought Elektra deserved it. “I’m sorry I told you to shut up, Cam.”

“Very good,” her Nanny told her, letting go of her with a pat on the bottom. “Play nicely, you two.”

And, with that, the Nannies were gone, leaving the two young women on their own, awkwardly doing their best to keep from locking gazes with one another in their childish outfits.

Camdyn was the first to break the ice, unable to keep the question bottled up any longer. “What happened to you?!” she blurted out.

“What happened to me?” Elektra hissed. “You did, you little pants-wetter!” She lunged forward, shoving Camdyn, nearly knocking the smaller girl over. Cam stumbled back a few feet, fear rushing through her until she remembered what the bully was wearing under her dress.

“Wh-What are you talking about?” she demanded, crossing her arms. “You know I only ever wet my pants because of you in the first place!”

Elektra rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who let all… this… happen,” she said, gesturing around at the bedroom, at Cam’s outfit. “And your parents told mine about what a great job their Nanny service was doing in improving your attitude, so they hired one for me!”

“Wait, did you still live with your parents?” Cam asked.

“Only because you quit!” Elektra glared at her. “I thought I could pull the same prank on the girl who replaced you, but she wasn’t a pathetic little pushover like you, and she complained and got me fired, and… And all of this is your fault!”

It wasn’t, of course; this was all of Elektra’s own misbehavior coming back to bite her on her now-padded bottom, and it couldn’t have happened to a nicer person. Cam had never believed in karma until now, until hearing that her bully was finally getting her comeuppance, purely as a result of everything she’d done to Cam over the years. If she hadn’t tormented her in high school, she probably wouldn’t have done the same when they started working together, and, even if she had, Quinn and Cam’s dad wouldn’t have thought it was a regular problem she had. If not for that, they wouldn’t have hired the Nanny, who wouldn’t have taken away all her grown-up clothes and panties and privileges.

And now Elektra was in her bedroom, and on the verge of being sent back to diapers, while Camdyn had worked her way back up from them, had earned some semblance of her big girl underwear back. Her were certainly far more mature than Elektra’s… It seemed like both of the Nannies knew that she was more well-behaved, too.

Which meant, for once, that the ball might be in her court. Elektra had already shoved her, which her Nanny was probably not going to be pleased to hear. Or that dampness in her panties might actually come in handy… If she could craft a story about how Elektra hadn’t let her get the the bathroom, just like old times, maybe she’d get in trouble for it for once. It would be appropriate if that was what landed the bully in diapers herself.

Or… Maybe, in the spirit of the season, she ought to be merciful on her… At least for now. It was hard to tell what she might do, if Cam gave her the chance. It was very possible she’d get herself in trouble, and that might be even more satisfying to watch, and wouldn’t require her being a tattletale, or attempting to lie to her Nanny, which she knew might not end well. She could try to play nicely with her, let her hoist herself on her own petard… Or she could go above and beyond, act like she was helping her out, earn her trust… And then strike when she’d had time to come up with a potentially even better, more humiliating, plan for Elektra’s downfall.

“What?” Elektra pouted, staring at her, noting her silence as she debated all of this in her mind. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Should Camdyn…

…Tattle on Elektra for shoving her?

…Claim that Elektra made her wet herself?

…Show Elektra where the bathroom is, just in case?

…Or ask if Elektra wants to play?

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The Playdate Before Christmas – Chapter 1

“Young lady, I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

“Yes, Nanny,” Camdyn replied automatically, knowing, by now, that was what was expected of her, no matter how ridiculous she felt, standing there in her bedroom, being dried off after the scrubbing she’d been given by her Nanny, a red party dress, ruffled-bottom tights, and thick, white panties laid out on her aggressively pink canopy bed, waiting for her, a pair of shiny, black Mary Janes resting on the floor beside it. She couldn’t blame anyone who had walked into here before she’d been marched down the hall from the bathroom, who had seen all of that without her, for assuming that all of this belonged to a four year old.

They would have been so far off that their mistake could have gone out drinking, legally. She was a full twenty-one years older than that, yet, to her humiliation, it hadn’t been long ago that the difference had been even wider, that she’d been getting treated even younger… She was grateful that there was no crib in her room anymore, at least, that the diapers tucked away on the changing table in the corner of the room were now only for when she was being punished, or at night, that the Pull-Ups were just a threat in case of any backsliding on her potty training.

“I’m serious,” Nanny informed her, setting the towel aside and picking up the panties, kneeling down, holding them open in front of Cam, who obediently stepped into them, let them be pulled up her legs, snapping over her freshly re-shaven privates. She’d almost forgotten what the kind of underwear real grown-ups wore felt like, the sensation of the skimpy, lacy fabric against her nethers… Now, she was grateful for anything not expressly designed to be disposable, that assumed she was going to be peeing into them… Or worse. “I don’t care that I’m going to be off-duty… If I hear one complaint about you, you will regret it.”

“I-I know, Nanny,” Camdyn squirmed. She had no desire to spend part of the night over Nanny’s lap, or in the corner with an enema bag dangling over her… She also had very little confidence either of those would happen in privacy; even if they did, she suspected her night would end with her toddling around the party, in her PJs and diaper, bottom red or full, apologizing to everyone for her behavior before being put to bed early.

Nanny let her hard exterior slip for a moment, a smile cracking her face briefly. “Oh, Camdyn,” she said, shaking her head. “I know you will, dear… You’re my good girl now, aren’t you?”

Cam would have argued that she’d always been a good girl, but that wasn’t how her stepmother, Quinn saw it, and, since she was the one who had hired Nanny, that wasn’t how she saw it, either. She’d learned long ago not to point that out, however, to meekly reply, “Yes, Nanny,” instead.

“This is just all going to be so overwhelming for you, I’m sure,” Nanny told her, holding out the thick, itchy tights, Cam reluctantly stepping into them as well.

“Y-Yeah,” Camdyn agreed. This was the first party she’d been allowed to go to since her diaper discipline had started, and the first time she was going to be seen by so many people like this, that she was going to be around this many ‘adults.’ Ever since she’d been told she was going to be attending the party, she’d been bracing herself for all the cheek pinches, all the comments about how much cuter she was this way, how much this suited her…

It sounded exhausting, if she was being honest, but it was part of being allowed to grow up a bit further. If she’d said she didn’t want to do it, she had a feeling she would have been put back into Pull-Ups, if not diapers, that her crib would have been brought back in so that Nanny and her parents would know she wasn’t getting into trouble while they enjoyed the party.

Nanny pulled the dress over her head, adjusting it carefully. “I’m very proud of you, Camdyn,” she said. “This shows a lot of maturity.”

“A-And I’m not going to have any accidents, either!” Cam declared, though she felt a little nervous, announcing it so definitively. She did hope that would be the case, anyway… She was certain the panties were white so they would alert Nanny to any tiny dribbling; they were thick enough to handle that, but if she wound up having a full-on accident, in front of the adults…

“That’s the spirit,” Nanny smiled at her. “You can always come find me if you need any help using the potty, okay? And I expect you to give your little friend a hand with that, too.”

“My friend?” Camdyn frowned. She hadn’t heard of anyone her age coming, had assumed, like most of the Christmas parties she remembered her father throwing when she was younger, that it was mostly his friends.

“Yes,” Nanny replied. “What was her name? Elektra?”

Camdyn froze, the sound of that name sending shivers down her spine. “E-Elektra?” she squeaked. “Sh-She’s coming?”

Nanny chuckled. “Of course she is, silly! You didn’t forget, did you?”

There was no way she could have… She hadn’t heard the girl mentioned in a long time, and had been quite pleased about that. Elektra was, after all, a big part of the reason all of this had happened, that she was being treated like a child at her age.

Elektra had been her bully for years, tormenting her all through high school in any way she could think of, though her favorite method, once she thought of it in their senior year, was to follow her into the bathroom with her group of friends, then have them push past Camdyn and take up all the stalls, while blocking the door so Cam couldn’t try to make it to another bathroom before, inevitably, peeing her pants.

Camdyn realized, now, that if she’d let it go the first time it had happened, or even managed, somehow, to laugh it off, Elektra would have let it go, moved on to something else. Instead, she’d gotten upset, deciding that was going too far, and went to the principal. Elektra claimed she and her friends had gotten there first, that Camdyn simply hadn’t been able to hold it and had been too embarrassed about having to run to the pretty, young nurse’s office in wet pants, feeling the need to have something to blame that on other than herself.

That had, really, been the start of the whole thing. The principal had taken Elektra’s side, refusing to discipline her, and calling Camdyn’s father to let her know what had happened, prompting him to scold her over the phone for wetting herself at her age, while Elektra watched her squirm and blush. And Elektra had seen how much it bothered her, so, of course, she’d kept doing it.

As the final indignity, after a few times, her father had to come into school himself to talk to her nurse about how they wanted to handle this, and was immediately lovestruck. The two started dating, which made keeping her accidents secret from him all the more difficult, and the threat of Pull-Ups, or even diapers, loomed large over the end of her high school career.

Thankfully, she got better at avoiding Elektra and her friends in the halls, of faking them out and sending them scrambling to the wrong bathroom so they didn’t have time to stop her when she headed to a different one, and she managed to graduate, still undiapered. She really thought she was safe, that all of that was over, behind her.

She went off to college, her father married the nurse, Quinn, and she returned to her hometown, her dad helping her pay for a nice apartment while she got her footing at an office job, doing relatively well… Until Elektra showed up there. Camdyn, then, had been willing to let bygones be bygones, to assume that the woman had grown up since high school.

It was an unfortunate coincidence that Elektra’s desk was right in the path Camdyn had to take to get to the bathroom, that, unlike at school, there was only one bathroom easily accessible, that Elektra was so much taller than the petite Cam, making it easy for her to catch up with her, get to the bathroom first, lock the door…

It felt like she was back in high school, like nothing had changed; if anything, it was more humiliating now that she was older, supposed to be an adult, whining to their manager about how unfair it was, only to be told, “It’s unfair that, at your age, you can’t get up to use the bathroom soon enough that you can hold it for a minute or two if someone else is in there, and create a huge mess for our custodians to deal with. If it’s really this big of an issue, maybe you should buy some… protective garments.”

“No!” Camdyn had protested, stomping her foot, frustrated to see history repeating itself. “No, I’m not gonna wear diapers! I am an adult, and I won’t do it! I’m not a baby!”

“Then I suggest you stop peeing your pants like one, or you can find yourself a new job, young lady,” her manager had told her.

Cam had hoped that Elektra was mature enough, by now, to see that this wasn’t some harmless prank, to stop now that she knew there could be real consequences… But she hadn’t, and, rather than give Elektra the satisfaction of showing up to work in diapers, Camdyn had quit, and everything had fallen apart.

Her father had still been paying for part of her apartment, and had not been happy to hear that he’d have to pay for all of it now while she looked for a new job. Unfortunately, the lease agreement was up the next month, and when she still didn’t have anything, he told her she could either find a place she could afford on her own, or move back home, and she wound up having to choose the latter.

Quinn had been less than thrilled with that news, and, knowing all the ‘accidents’ Camdyn had while she was in school, had laid out an ultimatum of her own, insisting that Cam wear diapers while she was staying there, so as not to ruin the furniture. Camdyn had refused, of course, and in response, Quinn had hired Nanny, finding the idea of her husband’s adult daughter moving back in far more palatable now that she was being treated like a naughty infant.

And now, Elektra was coming here, to her house, was going to see her all dolled up in her party dress and ruffled tights and Mary Janes. What if she came into her room, saw the pink, sparkly unicorns and kittens decorating the walls, the pink canopy bed? Or, worst of all, the changing table, well-stocked with diapers and Pull-Ups?! She could feel her bladder dribbling anxiously at the thought, a few drops of urine soaking into her panties. Hopefully, Nanny wouldn’t be too upset at that, if she made it through the whole party without it getting worse, would wave it off as her being too overwhelmed by everything for a moment or two…

“Did your stepmommy forget to tell you?” Nanny pondered, seeing Cam’s reaction.

“Yes!” Camdyn squealed, certain that had happened on purpose. Had Quinn known, all along, that Elektra had been behind her accidents at school?! Had she invited Elektra here just to torment her?!

Nanny frowned. “Uh-oh… Maybe that was supposed to be a surprise. Well, either way, I expect you to play nicely with her in here, all right?”

“Sh-She’s coming in here?!” Cam felt like she was about to faint. This couldn’t be happening!

“Well, yes,” Nanny told her. “It would be difficult for you to have your playdate out with all the adults, wouldn’t it? Now, you need to calm yourself down right now, young lady. I know you’re excited, but if you keep shouting at me like this, I’m going to get very cross with you.”

Would she get cross enough to put a stop to this before it started? It might be worth enduring a spanking, or whatever other punishment Nanny had in mind, if it meant Elektra wasn’t going to come anywhere near her room… Or, it could wind up being even worse if Nanny decided to let Elektra come in to say hi to her for a moment, seeing her in the corner, or already tucked into bed, very possibly diapered…

Of course, with it being winter, it wouldn’t be crazy if she were to say she was feeling sick. That might be another way to avoid having to see Elektra… So long as Nanny just took her at her word, didn’t try to take her temperature or anything.

Or… Maybe she should bite the bullet, accept it. This was the most maturely she’d been allowed to dress in a very long time, and perhaps she ought to be grateful that Quinn hadn’t invited Elektra over before now, when she was spending most of her time in diapers and onesies. She was sure she would be in for a lot of teasing, but it would have been far, far worse a couple months ago.

She opened her mouth uncertainly, not even positive herself what she was going to say until she heard the words come spilling out.

What should Camdyn say?

“Sorry, Nanny. You’re right, I’m just excited about seeing my friend again.”

“No! I don’t like her! I don’t want her here!”

Or, “Sorry, Nanny, I think I’m just not feeling well. I might be getting sick…”

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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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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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