Some Things Never Change

Some things, it seemed, never changed, even the things that Alissa had been certain would. To be honest, she’d avoided coming home for Thanksgiving for years because she was afraid of exactly this, and it had taken her far too long to convince herself that she was being silly, that she, and her cousins, were far too old for this now.

And yet… Here she was, just like when she was a kid, kneeling anxiously on the floor of the bedroom still decorated the same as she recalled, just like the spare room she’d always stayed in – and was again this time – was, watching as Frieda’s bottom was paddled as pink as Alissa’s hair was dyed, wiggling, unable to take her eyes off of the hairbrush, rhythmically swatting against the other young woman’s bare backside.

She could still feel it on her own rear, and it took her right back to being a little girl. Despite herself, despite how hard she was trying not to react, she found herself grabbing for one of Frieda’s stuffed animals, sliding it over to her lap, giving it a squeeze. “A-Aunt Trudy?” she stammered again, this time actually managing to make it loud enough that the woman appeared to hear her, pausing for a moment, resting the hairbrush on the small of her daughter’s back while the girl sobbed quietly.

“Yes, Alissa?” Trudy raised an eyebrow, staring down at Alissa. “Did you have something to say, young lady?”

Alissa gulped, her eyes quickly lowering to the floor in front of herself, unable to face her aunt. It had all happened so fast… It had felt like old times, being with her cousin, chatting, tearing around the house, though this time they’d been grabbing some wine from the fridge, rather than sneaking cookies… She didn’t even know, for sure, that it had been her fault. Yes, she had felt her hip bump against the table, just before she’d heard the sound of something falling, breaking, behind them, but Frieda had jostled her, made her stumble into it… Right?

“W-Well…” she said quietly, swallowing as she saw Frieda turn her head towards her, eyes wet and red. Her mother had assumed, right away, that it had been her fault, which did seem unfair. Alissa had considered, for a second, telling the truth, being an adult and owning up to it, after she’d sent Frieda out of the room… Until her cousin had returned, hairbrush in hand, and she’d realized what was happening.

She and Frieda always had a lot of fun together, but they also had always got into trouble when they were kids, had always wound up here, with the pair of them getting spanked, the second having to watch the punishment of the first before they had their own, building up the anticipation, and the fear, over what was coming to them. She hadn’t even been ordered to stay this time, it had simply happened by instinct, her knees bending, heart pounding.

She was far, far too old for this; Frieda was, too, for that matter, but if she didn’t do anything about it, that was on her. Besides, it was too late to save her… She would be squirming in her seat at the Thanksgiving table, just like old times, unable to sit still while she ate her turkey. That didn’t mean that Alissa had to be doing the same, right alongside her, though. There was no reason for both of them to suffer, if they didn’t have to.

“I-I’m sorry about what happened,” she continued after a long pause, gathering her thoughts, making her decision. “I-I know that vase was expensive. I-I could help pay for it, if that would help.”

“Why would you do that, Alissa?” Aunt Trudy asked her pointedly. “You didn’t knock it over, did you?”

Alissa bit down on her bottom lip, shooting Frieda a glance, knowing she had the opportunity to change her mind. “I-I did suggest we go get another glass of wine,” she admitted. “So we wouldn’t have been down there if it wasn’t for me…”

“Hmm,” Trudy nodded, Alissa fidgeting, wondering what that meant, if that would be all it took for her to earn her own trip over her aunt’s lap. “That’s very sweet of you, trying to take some of the blame,” she said at last. “But it sounds like it isn’t your fault. She knows where I keep it, and that she shouldn’t be running in the house in the first place. She deserves this… If you’d like to go to your room for now, you’re welcome to.”

Alissa had one last chance to confess… As she watched her aunt pick the hairbrush back up, however, return to spanking Frieda, who was glaring daggers at her, she knew that was never going to happen, and she skittered away guiltily, doing her best to ignore the sound of wailing coming from down the hall, that probably should have been her.

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

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

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

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

“A-A little,” Syd pouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was the traffic jam!” Syd glowered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh,” Sydney nodded.

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

“I have!” Syd pouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“H-Huh?” Syd blinked up at her.

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

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

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

What should Syd say?

One?

Or two?

Should Syd…

Try to climb out of the crib tonight?

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

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

Yes?

Or no?

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A Thief’s Holidays – Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, I see,” Monica nodded sagely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What should Sydney say?

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

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

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A Thief’s Holidays – Chapter 3

Sydney pouted, squirming in the walker’s seat, feeling it bounce her slightly. As embarrassing as this was, and as much as she’d prefer to be able to walk around on her own, she had to confess that it did make sense… Monica might suspect something was up if she found Syd loose. She hadn’t said specifically that Syd couldn’t leave the room, so as long as she stayed in her walker, it would seem innocent enough, hopefully.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll stay in here.”

Hannah gave her a smug look, but, to her credit, didn’t say anything to rub it in, besides a vague, “If you think that’s for the best.” It wasn’t quite an, ‘I told you so,’ though Syd couldn’t rule out that the subtext for that might have been there.

“Are you good?” Hannah asked. “Do you need some juice? Or a change?”

Sydney stuck her tongue out. “No, I don’t.”

“Just give us a cry if you change your mind,” Hannah teased, patting Syd on her head. “Or wheel yourself into the kitchen, I’m sure Monica would love to see your face.”

Syd watched Hannah start to leave before another question occurred to her. “Umm…” she blushed, pushing the walker closer to her RA until the girl glanced over her shoulder to see what she wanted. “What should I do if I have to… You know…” She shifted in place, her diaper crinkling loudly, at least to her ears. She wasn’t certain it would be so obvious to Hannah, who wasn’t sitting in it, though apparently the noise – or Syd’s downturned, bashful expression – was obvious enough.

“I have a feeling you’re fully capable of doing that on your own,” Hannah told her. “You know she’ll get suspicious if you ask
for my help with her around. We don’t want that, do we?”

“W-Well… No…” Sydney admitted. She’d known this was a possibility, and a very good one at that, ever since she’d decided to wear diapers here, but she’d hoped, after the way things had gone yesterday, that Hannah was going to help her avoid it as much as she could. That might still be the case; today, however was going to be difficult, with so much to do, and so many people around, once they started arriving…

“Don’t worry,” Hannah smirked. “Those diapers are nice and thick… We don’t have to worry about any leaks.”

That was not Syd’s concern at all, or hadn’t been before Hannah brought it up. If she was stuck in the walker long enough, while the ‘adults’ were cooking… She wrinkled her nose, imagining being stuck in a used diaper for that long, trapped in her walker, unable to do anything to get it off, to help herself…

Hannah left her there, Syd letting out a sigh and staring at the parade on TV for a minute or two before, after seeing two floats in a row advertising competing diaper brands, filled with littles in extra thick padding bulging beneath their shortalls or dresses, and bonnets emblazoned with the logo of their respective brand. She might be diapered for Thanksgiving, but at least she wasn’t them, on national television, she comforted herself.

She looked away, grabbing another handful of cereal, eyes drawn to the buttons in front of her as she turned from the TV, giving one a poke as she munched away, bouncing happily in her seat as the song began to play again. It was better to finish chewing before she started on her adventure, she reasoned.

Finally, after a couple more pieces of cereal, and a couple more rounds of her song, she took off, rolling her walker out of the living room and into the hall. She was almost immediately faced with the staircase she’d been brought down just a few minutes earlier, a blush washing over her face at the realization that she had no way of getting up there on her own. She hadn’t brought anything, but if she had, and it was important, she’d be cut off from it completely in the walker.

It hadn’t seemed like there was anything there worth stealing; if there had been, Hannah could have done it on her own. Monica’s bedroom was on the ground floor, and she hadn’t ventured upstairs after Syd and Hannah had gone to bed the night before, so it would have been simple for the girl to take whatever she wanted. From what Syd had seen, other than the room they were staying in, and the bathroom attached to it, there was only one other room up there, which, from the quick peek she’d gotten inside, was another spare bedroom that had been turned into a sewing room.

There was still a bed in it, and Syd had debated seeing if she could sleep there, but hadn’t bothered, knowing it would look weird if, for whatever reason, Monica had come up to wake them that morning. The rest of the room was taken up with a large sewing table, a shelf stocked with various fabrics, and a few creepy dress forms lurking in the darkness. It felt unlikely that Monica would keep anything too valuable there… And Syd didn’t want to be anywhere near those blank, not quite human shapes anyway.

She rolled past it, to the nearest door, which was, unfortunately, closed. She scowled up at it, wiggling her feet in annoyance as she stretched as high as she could. If she were out of the walker, she might have been able to reach, to get up on her tiptoes and grab the handle… As it was, she didn’t have a chance.

“Hmph!” she kicked out her feet in frustration, though there wasn’t anything in range for her to contact, so that didn’t bring her any satisfaction, either. All it took to stop her was a shut door… She knew she should have had Hannah get her out of this stupid walker! She might as well be an actual infant, for all the good she was doing here! If all the other doors were closed, that was her entire morning, perhaps her best opportunity to case this place – half the reason she was here for Thanksgiving and not just Christmas – without Monica noticing wasted!

Hitting the button on the tray to start her music back up did make her feel a bit calmer, and reminded her there was no point sulking here for too long. She rolled on, glad to see that the next door was, in fact, cracked, enough for her to bump her walker into it to push it the rest of the way open so she could go in.

It was a library, shelves lining the walls, filled with books, a large, comfy looking chair in the middle of the room. It seemed like a cozy little room, one she wouldn’t mind spending time in… She couldn’t help feeling, however, that there was more to it than that. Maybe it was her imagination, after seeing so many movies where there were hidden passages that could be opened by pulling a book off of a shelf… There were certainly plenty of those to choose from, and she wouldn’t know where to start.

Not that it mattered. Scooting up as close as she could get to the shelves, she discovered that, yet again, she was foiled by the size of her walker, the tray extending far enough in front of her that it prevented her from being able to reach any of the books no matter how much she stretched her arms.

The next room was wide open, not even requiring a bump for her to navigate her walker inside. Right away, she could tell it was Monica’s room, from the huge, fancy bed, the ornate vanity, the large dresser… This was, probably, the jackpot. She could see some necklaces hanging up on a stand on the vanity, glittering with jewels that definitely looked real, and there was a large box beside it that no doubt held more jewelry. And who knew what she’d have stashed in her drawers? There were two doors inside, both closed, though Syd assumed they went to the closet and the bathroom respectively. The former, if Syd knew which it was, could have all kinds of valuable treasures in it, designer purses or shoes or dresses…

Of course, it was the most dangerous place to take anything from, the one that Monica would be the most likely to notice, possibly before they even left. If it was as easy as snatching it and leaving, she could do it now, and there would be no need to return at Christmas… Or, rather, she could do that if she wasn’t trapped in the walker, which foiled her again, not even letting her debate the matter before settling it for her.

There was another closed door, and then an entrance into a large dining room where Syd could see a high chair sitting at one end of the table, sending a shudder down her spine, knowing it was for her. She didn’t go in… She saw some cabinets with nice china inside, but, even if it was valuable, she wasn’t sure how they’d get it out in one piece, without Monica finding out. Besides, she suspected the door on the opposite side of the room went to the kitchen, where Monica was, and she didn’t want to attract her attention.

She backed the walker away slowly, wincing as she found herself pushing the button again automatically. The song did make her feel calmer… She was too close to the door, however, when she did it, and it sounded very loud… She scooted away more quickly, wondering for a moment if she should go back to the living room, just in case. When nobody appeared from the dining room door after a second or two, she moved on, past yet another closed door, to what seemed to be the last open one, steering straight for it before stopping right on time, seeing, almost too late, that it led to a staircase going down, into the basement.

The lights weren’t on, so she couldn’t see too far down, but it wasn’t creepy, at least, and looked like it was finished. There might be all kinds of rooms down there… She nibbled her bottom lip, staring downwards, wiggling her feet. Unlike the stairs to the second floor, she could, theoretically, use these… It would be a bumpy ride, and there was no guarantee it would be safe, that she wouldn’t get tipped over on the way down, though if she had to, she could do it. Getting back up would be another story…

It probably wasn’t worth it… But she was still pondering the difference between a ‘probably’ and a ‘definitely’ and weighing her options when she heard a voice behind her. “Whoa!” Monica exclaimed. “What are you doing over here?!”

Sydney felt her walker being yanked backwards, away from the steps, as she swallowed, looking up at the woman towering over her. “Umm… I-I was…” she squirmed.

“Aww, I’m sorry,” Monica changed her tone immediately. “I didn’t mean to scare you, sweetie… It isn’t your fault, it’s mine for leaving this open.” She wheeled the walker out of the way and closed the door. “I’m going to have to be more careful about that, huh? I forgot what it’s like to have a little one around here… You can’t help that you’re so curious, can you?”

“N-No, ma’am,” Syd shook her head, glad for an excuse to be offered to her so freely, with no work needed on her part.

“Well, you have to be careful,” Monica told her. “I’d hate for you to fall and hurt yourself. Were you looking for something?” Syd paused for a moment, not knowing if she should say yes, what she would answer if Monica asked a follow-up. Fortunately, the woman replied to herself again for her. “Do you need a change?”

“N-No!” Syd squeaked, blushing despite herself. Her ‘character’ probably would be used to that by now, so it didn’t make sense, though ‘tweeners and Amazons seemed to find it cute when they got flustered anyway, so she doubted Monica would mind.

What she might mind, however, was discovering that it was true. She didn’t know how long it had been since she’d been left in the living room, but it had surely been long enough that she’d have used her diapers already, if she truly needed them. Was Monica going to check her? Should she go now, just in case? If she didn’t, and Monica found her to be dry, would she get suspicious?!

She didn’t have a chance to decide, the woman scooping her out of the walker and giving her bottom a pat before she could react. To Sydney’s shock, she declared, “Well, I guess you aren’t quite soggy enough to need a new diaper yet.”

“I’m not wet!” Syd heard herself protesting. She should be happy Monica thought she was, that she was buying her cover… It was such an odd thing for her to claim, however, when it was so clearly not true. Although, as she fidgeted in Monica’s arms, she had to admit something did seem different…

Monica unzipped Sydney’s sleeper, reaching in to slide a finger into the waistband of her diaper, as Syd began to realize, to her horror, that she was, in fact, wrong, and that Monica was right, receiving her final confirmation as Monica announced, “That’s definitely soggy.”

What was going on?! She hadn’t peed her diapers! She hadn’t even noticed she needed to go… She had been distracted, though… And she had thought about trying to go right before she’d been picked up… Had her body taken over, done it for her, in the nick of time? She hadn’t consciously told it to, that she remembered, but it had all been so quick. Or… Had she had an accident?!

“But you are right, you don’t need a change right away! No point being wasteful! These diapers can hold plenty more!” She gave the diaper a pat, zipping the sleeper back up and plopped Syd back down in her walker, the wetness in her diaper immediately apparent now, squishing beneath her with every move. “Let’s get you back into the living room, okay?”

Monica pushed the walker back down the hall, then left, Syd squirming at the sound of doors closing, knowing that meant her exploration was over now. She wasn’t sure how much more there was to see, but it didn’t matter when she couldn’t get to any of it. When Monica returned, she asked, “Are you done with your cereal, sweetie?”

Sydney nodded, and regretted it as her pacifier was popped into her mouth and expanded, silencing her and leaving her to watch the parade alone, nursing on the paci and wriggling uncertainly in her damp diapers until Hannah came in to carry her up to their room to get her dressed for the meal.

“Uh-oh!” Hannah teased. “Did somebody use her diapers?”

“It’s not my fault!” Syd blushed. “You know I can’t get out of that walker on my own!”

“Calm down,” Hannah chuckled. “I’m just playing…”

She did give Syd a real diaper change, however, before pulling some thick, ruffle-bottomed tights over the dry diaper, to go underneath a short, green party dress with a ribbon and large bow around the waist, finished off by a pair of pink ribbons in her hair, and black Mary Janes for her feet.

Sydney hoped, now that she was in that, she’d be free to wander the house, rather than being put back into her walker in this outfit. Instead, when she got downstairs, she saw that the house was filled with people, all of whom wanted to coo over her, giving her hugs and kisses on the forehead or cheek, and, of course, pats on her padded backside.

Hannah’s cousins, especially, seemed impressed by her. Sydney couldn’t help noticing they were all older than Hannah, and bigger. “I can’t believe Hannah was the first one to find a little to adopt,” one of them, Aida, complained.

“Well, she hasn’t adopted her yet,” another, Cameron, sniffed. “You know how Hannah gets… I bet she’ll be so nervous at the final interview that she’ll pee her pants and wind up getting adopted herself.”

“No, I won’t!” Hannah glowered at him, giving him a shove that mostly only caused him to laugh. “I haven’t done that in a long time!”

“Whatever you say,” the oldest, Candice, stepped in. “I mean, I babysat for you long enough that…”

“Nobody wants to hear this story again!” Hannah huffed. “I’m an adult now, too! The college has trusted me to be an RA for years, and I’ve been looking after Syd just fine on my own! I am not a little kid any more!”

“Be nice, everyone,” Monica admonished them. “Hannah’s right… She’s been doing a wonderful job with little Syd here, from what I can tell. And she only had one accident while she was helping me cook.”

Hannah’s smile, which had grown as she heard Monica scolding her older cousins, suddenly flipped as they all started to laugh at her. “Aunt Monica!” she whined. “Don’t say it like that! I spilled some flour, that was all! It wasn’t that kind of accident!”

Sydney could see now why she might want to have somebody else there at the holidays, to take the attention off herself. Part of her wondered if that was, in fact, her main motivation, though she supposed it also made sense why she would want some revenge, too, if she’d put up with this for most, if not all, of her life.

She doubted the cousins treated Hannah quite as much like a baby as they did her, however. She, of course, did end up in that high chair at the dinner table, the cousins all jostling for the seat on the other side of her from the Hannah sat at. Hannah dutifully filled a plate for Syd, cutting everything up into bite-sized pieces before setting it on the high chair’s tray with a plastic spoon.

“You aren’t really letting her feed herself, are you?” Candice, who had won the battle, scolded. “What if there’s a bone in the meat?”

“I think I would have found it when…” Hannah pointed out.

“You can never be too careful,” Candice shrugged, taking the spoon from Syd’s hand. “Here, I’ll do it. Come on, Syd, I want you to try these mashed potatoes! I made them, so I’m sure you’re going to like them!”

She filled the spoon up, blowing on its contents before offering it up, Syd dutifully opening her mouth, smiling pleasantly as she chewed.

“You don’t want your food to get cold,” Aida said after a few minutes. “Let me take over… You barely gave her any of the yams anyway, and I made those!”

She scooped some more onto the plate, while Candice protested, “Well, she doesn’t need all that sugar.”

“It’s Thanksgiving! She can have as much as she wants!” Aida stuck her tongue out at her older cousin. “And I can tell she liked them, didn’t you?”

They had been good, but Syd had already had as much of everything as she really wanted… That hardly seemed to matter, however, as the cousins squabbled, all wanting her to have more of the dishes they’d made, shoving more of everything into her mouth until she was sure she’d pop.

She was feeling pretty dazed by the time they stopped, and barely surprised to feel another dampness in her diaper when she was lifted out of her high chair by Aunt Monica, who gave her bottom a loving pat before handing her off to Hannah. “You can go put her down for a nap in her crib while we start clearing away the dishes,” Monica instructed.

“Nooo,” Sydney whined. “I’m not sleepy!”

“Sure, you aren’t,” Candice giggled, giving Syd’s bloated belly a poke. “She really is the perfect baby for you, Hannah! You sound just like your Mommy did after every Thanksgiving until… What, last year, Hannah?”

Hannah scowled at her, but didn’t rise to take her bait. “Do you want to go back in your walker, Syd?”

“No,” Sydney shook her head. She didn’t want to take a nap, though she couldn’t quite deny that she was, indeed, tired after all that food. She had a feeling everyone else would be, too, so it might be a chance to do some more exploring… Unless she was stuck in her crib, or the walker. As nice as listening to her music in the walker sounded, she suspected it would put her to sleep pretty quickly at this point. “Can’t I help, Mommy? I can carry dishes to the sink!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Monica said. “It’s very kind of you to offer, sweetie, but they’re very heavy, and very fragile.”

“Here, give her to me,” Aida held her arms out. “I’ll watch her. She’ll be out like a light in a few minutes anyway. Cameron can help with the dishes this year.”

“I could watch her, too,” Cameron protested, though he didn’t put up much of a fight. “Oh, you just want to see the game, don’t you? Fine… Your team is in it this year anyway.”

Aida took Syd, bouncing her in her arms and carrying her into the living room, sitting down next to her in front of the coffee table, most of the other seats taken up by other aunts and uncles, many of whom had already dozed off as football played on the television in front of them.

“Do you want to color?” Aida asked. “Or do you have some toys to play with?”

“I’m fine,” Sydney insisted, pretending to be interested in the game, keeping an eye on Aida who stretched out on the floor to stare at the screen, her eyelids soon starting to droop.

Syd smirk smugly. She was pretty certain she’d eaten as much as anyone else, which, considering how much smaller she was than any of the others, meant she’d eaten more, and she was outlasting all of them! Or, at the very least, everyone who wasn’t distracted by the game, or talking among themselves. All she had to do was slip out of the living room without being seen, and she’d have free roam over the house. It wouldn’t last forever… Aida might wake up and find her gone, or the others might finish with the dishes and come to check on her… She could see a little more now, however, and it was probably going to be her best opportunity to do so without being under someone’s constant, watchful eye.

It was embarrassing, crawling through the room on all fours, knowing her skirt was riding up, exposing the ruffles on the back of her tights, and the bulge of the diapers underneath, to anyone who looked her way, but it seemed wiser than standing up and toddling out of the room, less likely to draw attention. And, sure enough, she made it out the hall undisturbed, letting her pull herself to her feet with a grin…

Only to, almost immediately, feel an ominous rumble in her stomach. “Oh, no,” she whimpered, wrapping her arms around her tummy. “Already?” Littles did have to be careful, eating the typically more rich food that the bigger folks had, especially when they had as much as she’d been fed… She wouldn’t need to go so soon from it, though, would she? Surely she could hold it a little longer… Then again, she’d been having accidents today. Not that kind yet, but she didn’t want to risk it…

She knew there was a bathroom upstairs. Would she have time to climb those stairs, get undressed, and use the toilet? Had Hannah even gotten her the kind of diapers she could remove on her own? Hannah had taken the diaper off her this morning so she could use the bathroom, and she hadn’t experimented yet…

There was definitely a bathroom downstairs, too, somewhere, behind one of those closed doors. She didn’t know which one, though, and she’d still have the issue of possibly not being able to get out of her diaper. There were so many people around Hannah, it would be difficult to ask her discretely… She very much doubted Aida would bother to help her out with it, if she could wake her up, but at least it would be easier to try.

Or… She could trust in herself, and her ability to wait. She could keep going with her plan, do some more scouting, and hope she could hold it until Hannah finished with the dishes, and then say she was ready to be put down for a nap after all. She could, perhaps, ask for that now, too, but if one of the other cousins, or Monica, decided to take her upstairs instead, and actually did put her in her crib… Well, that would be that.

She groaned, nibbling her bottom lip. She couldn’t take forever with this… She could feel the clock ticking away inside of her; if only she knew what time it read, how long she had before the alarm sounded, that would make it so much simpler. As it was, she’d just have to make a choice, and hope for the best.

Should Sydney…

Investigate the library further?
Investigate Monica’s bedroom further?
Check out the previously closed doors, and see if one is a bathroom?
Scope out the basement?
Try to get upstairs and use the bathroom there on her own?
Go upstairs to see if there’s anything hidden in the sewing room after all?
Ask Aida for help?
See if she can inconspicuously ask Hannah to take her to the bathroom?
Or tell Hannah she wants to be put down for a nap?

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Family Time

“So,” Alexis giggled, taking a look around, “this is your childhood bedroom, huh? Is this where you’d lay down with your laptop, and look at diaper porn, and..?” She hopped onto the bed, smirking at her boyfriend’s flustered expression.

“Lexis!” Seth hissed, closing the bedroom door the rest of the way. “At least wait until…”

“Oh, please,” Alexis rolled her eyes. “Nobody else is up here… Your parents are down in the kitchen.”

“And Birdie is probably in her room!” Seth reminded her, pointing at one wall. “It’s right over…”

“Her door is closed,” Alexis shrugged. “Besides, she still lives here, so… Who care what she thinks?” She flopped onto her back, looking through the titles on the bookshelf beside the bed.

Seth sighed, shaking his head. “She’s my sister, Alexis,” he reminded her, as if she’d somehow forgotten. “Don’t bring that up with her.”

“I have a feeling she knows she still lives with her parents, sweetie,” she told him, kicking her feet idly. “And she must know how pathetic it is, too. It’s not like… Hey!” She squealed as he grabbed one of her shoes, yanking it off and throwing it aside so that he could begin tickling her, instantly dissolving her words into helpless laughter. “Stop it!” she demanded, though they both knew that wasn’t really what she wanted. “I-I’m not even wearing..!”

“Shh!” he demanded again, clamping his hand over her mouth; that time, she had to admit, it was fair… She did have trouble controlling her volume when she was being tickled, and there was a good chance his sister, if not his parents, too, would have been able to hear her if she’d continued. That didn’t stop her from playfully biting him, however, and getting rolled over onto her stomach in response, yelping as he gave her bottom a smack.

“Behave yourself,” he ordered. “You can do that for one weekend, can’t you?”

“It’s an awfully long weekend,” she pouted back at him.

“It is,” he agreed. “That’s only going to make it more fun when we get back home, and can do whatever we want, right? We’re here for family time.”

She bit back another sigh, nodding. “I guess…” It sounded like he wasn’t planning on having any fun… He’d warned her they wouldn’t really have the time, or space, for it, but that hadn’t stopped her from packing some of her diapers, just in case. It was always a good idea to be prepared, she’d reasoned… That, and, after finally finding someone else who was into all of this, she hadn’t gone this long without being in diapers for at least a little while in a very long time, and she didn’t see why Thanksgiving had to put a stop to that.

“Alexis,” he said, raising an eyebrow, seemingly sensing her plans. “You’re going to be my big girl this weekend, aren’t you?”

She stared up at him, squirming on her back, a part of her not wanting to disappoint him… While another took a peek at his pants, and saw the bulge there, and knew that he didn’t really want that, either. “I’ll do my best, Daddy,” she fibbed. If she didn’t quite live up to her part of that bargain… Well, she suspected he not only wouldn’t mind, but would thank her for it in the long run.

A Thief’s Holidays – Chapter 2

It would have been lying to pretend she wasn’t a little excited, or at least intrigued, by the whole thing, but Sydney also wouldn’t have minded if Hannah had forgotten, if Thanksgiving break had come and gone and the ‘tweener had said nothing more about it. It almost seemed like that was going to be the case, too, the RA not paying any special attention to her if they passed in the halls, giving no indication that anything strange was happening…

Until the night before Thanksgiving break was going to start, when Syd got a knock on her door, opening it up to find Hannah on the other side. “Hi, there,” Hannah smiled. “Can I come in?”

Syd suspected it wasn’t really a question, that it was more for the benefit of anyone who might be passing by in the hall, so it wouldn’t look like Hannah was barging in. “Sure,” Sydney shrugged, moving aside.

“Wow,” Hannah looked around the room as she stepped in. “This is a nice room… I think it might be bigger than mine!”

Sydney bit her tongue; had Hannah actually forgotten the reason for that, or was this some kind of veiled threat? It was bigger than Hannah’s… Hannah’s was meant for one person, whereas Syd’s was a double. Her roommate, Vanessa, had been sent off to the littles’ dorm not long before the semester had started, and no new littles had enrolled since then to take her place. There had been some rumblings – threats, perhaps – that they’d move in a bigger bed, have a ‘tweener or even an Amazon live with her, but, fortunately, nothing had come from that.

Hannah closed the door behind her, glaring down at Syd. “All right,” she said. “What did you decide?”

“Umm…” Sydney squirmed. “I mean, I guess if you want me to do it, I can help…”

“No,” Hannah rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You already said you were going to, and I’m not about to let you back out now.”

“R-Right,” Syd blushed. It couldn’t be that easy… If that wasn’t what Hannah was asking, the question could only be about one thing. “Well…” she glanced down at the floor bashfully. “I-I think you’re right… D-Diapers would be best…”

“Huh,” Hannah nodded in surprise. “You’re smarter than you look. Most littles wouldn’t admit that.”

“J-Just for this!” Sydney clarified quickly. “I-I don’t need them or anything, but…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Hannah brushed her off. “Chances are pretty good you would have wound up in them eventually anyway, so why not embrace it, right?”

That was, unfortunately, true, though Hannah had also made a good point that someone who showed up diapered would not be someone who would be suspected of being up to anything devious… And the ‘grown-ups’ wouldn’t feel as compelled to keep an eye on her, to constantly ask if she needed to be taken to the potty. Of course, that meant that, most likely, that was because she’d be going potty in her pants, with no way to avoid it, probably, but it was only a few days.

“Well, I can see I made the right choice,” Hannah told her. “I thought I might have to try to change your mind… Be ready to head out right after dinner tomorrow.”

Sydney fidgeted. “D-Do I need to…?”

“I’ll take care of everything,” Hannah assured her.

The whole next day, as Sydney went to her last few classes of the week, she worried about it, wondering how bad it was going to be, if Hannah was going to make her walk through the dorm out to her car in whatever outfit she had in mind for her. Thankfully, when the time came, the ‘tweener simply knocked on the door again, gave a nod when it opened. “Let’s go.”

It felt strange, going off on a trip and not taking anything. But what could she have brought? She didn’t own any clothes that would accommodate diapers in general, and even if she did, she didn’t know how thick Hannah was intending on going, so she couldn’t plan accordingly. She’d considered bringing homework, or her laptop; would she have a chance to work on it? There was no guarantee, which made it feel more risky than necessary.

Hannah didn’t even open the door for her, much less buckle her in, or tell her to sit in the back. It was surprisingly civil, and normal, and, for a few minutes, Syd let herself ponder if this was all a ruse, if Hannah had been lonely, and wanted to have a friend to spend Thanksgiving with.

And then Hannah pulled over at a gas station, despite the gauge showing a nearly full tank. “Go in and wait for me in the bathroom,” she ordered. Sydney did as she was told, peeing and washing her hands before Hannah appeared, carrying what was unmistakably a diaper bag slung over her shoulder. Syd gulped, her decision starting to feel more real now, even before Hannah unzipped it, pulled out a bulky, folded diaper and declared, “Let’s get you dressed, little one!”

She unfolded one of the changing tables from the wall, Sydney cursing the fact that this wasn’t a restroom that kept them hidden inside stalls for privacy. There was a whole row of them, there on the wall, waiting for Mommies to changed their babies right in front of anyone who stepped inside… And, for now, Syd was one of those babies.

Away went her jeans, her panties, her shirt and jacket, tucked away into the bottom of the diaper bad while Syd watched, naked and nervous, hoping she hadn’t made a mistake, that she’d see them again at the end of this trip. If Hannah didn’t want her to, if she decided to keep them, to keep her this way… What was she going to be able to do to stop her?!

“There we go!” Hannah said, surveying her handiwork. “A nice, fresh slate!” She picked up the diaper she’d removed from the bag, and left sitting on the edge of the table, a constant reminder of what the next phase would be, unfolding it with a snap, laying it down right on the middle of the changing surface. “Whenever you’re ready,” she gave it a pat, a bolt of fear coursing through Syd at the sound of crinkling the contact made.

What was she doing?! She was willingly letting this happen?! She was having to not only accept it, but also initiate it, crawl on top of the diaper, as if this was what she wanted?! And… Well, if the alternative was staying here, in the chilly bathroom, with no clothes on… She supposed she did, in fact, prefer it.

Sighing, she plopped her bottom down in the center of the diaper, her stomach churning as she felt how thick it was, even before Hannah had sprinkled some baby powder on her and pulled the front up between her legs. Syd couldn’t stifle a little whimper as she watched the tapes being fastened, sealing her in. “Good girl,” Hannah cooed, producing something else from the diaper bag and helping Syd into it. It was a fuzzy, pink jumpsuit that encompassed her completely, covering her feet, her hands, her head with a hood that had a pair of bear ears attached to it, making her look like a stuffed animal, staring blankly out as she was held up to look at her reflection.

“See?” Hannah gave her a squeeze. “Nobody would ever suspect someone who showed up to their house looking like this!”

She rested Syd on her hip, carrying her out of the bathroom, through the gas station, to the car, where she opened up the backseat, and Sydney saw a carseat there, ready and waiting for her to be strapped into, giving her no way to stop the final indignity of the pacifier Hannah popped into her mouth, twisting with a slight hiss, the nipple expanding, filling her mouth.

Sydney whimpered, kicking her feet, pawing at the buckle, at the bulge of the diaper beneath her clothes, the mittens attached to her jumpsuit keeping her from being able to do anything about either… Not that she likely would have been able to anyway. She was utterly helpless, at Hannah’s mercy… The girl could be doing anything she wanted with her, and there wasn’t a thing Syd could do to stop her.

Thankfully, it seemed like Hannah really did take her to her Aunt Monica’s house, judging by what happened when they stopped again, and Hannah picked her up out of the carseat, carrying her inside the large house she parked outside of.

“Oh, look at you!” the woman who answered the door gushed, barely giving Hannah time to set Syd down before wrapping the larger girl in a hug, and plastering her face with kisses. “You look more grown up every time I see you!”

“I am grown up,” Hannah scowled. “I’m in college, Aunt Monica!”

“I know, I know,” Monica smiled condescendingly. “Such an adult now, aren’t you?” She pinched Hannah’s cheeks. “And you haven’t been having any accidents at night lately, have you?”

“Aunt Monica!” Hannah turned bright red, stomping her foot, glancing over at Sydney. “I haven’t done that in years!”

“If you say so,” Monica responded, in a way that made Syd uncertain if she knew something or not. She could see Hannah getting uncomfortable, though it was hard to tell if she disliked Sydney overhearing her secret, or if she was afraid Syd would tell the other girls on their floor. Obviously, Syd wasn’t about to go blabbing about how they spend the holiday weekend… Not when she was dressed like this.

“Don’t you want to meet my little girl?” Hannah bent down, snatching Sydney up off the floor, shoving her into Monica’s arms. “This is Sydney!”

“Oh, my goodness,” Monica peered down at Sydney, sucking on her pacifier. “Look at her! She’s so precious…”

Syd squirmed, eyes darting towards Hannah. She didn’t like the way the RA had phrased that, the way she’d called Syd ‘her’ little girl… What, exactly, had she told her aunt?!

“Isn’t she?” Hannah reached over, tickling Sydney’s tummy through the fuzzy jumpsuit. “I mean, obviously nothing is finalized yet, and I wouldn’t want it to be until after I graduated, but she needed someone to look after her, and how could I resist?”

“You can’t!” Monica bounced Syd in her arms, patting her padded bottom, her expression turning confused.

“I just stopped to change her a few minutes ago,” Hannah explained quickly. “I was afraid she was going to leak.”

“Aww, that’s too bad,” Monica said. “Well, that’s all right… There will be plenty more diaper changes before this trip is over for me to help with, huh, sweetie?” Sydney groaned into her paci, knowing that, unfortunately, was true. “Let me put you down so I can help your Mommy get unpacked.”

She didn’t set Syd down right away, however… She carried her into the living room, and placed her inside a baby walker instead, a cloth seat dangling in the center of a pink ring, plenty of buttons and dials and other things to play with in front of her, leaving her dangling just low enough for her feet to reach the floor so she could move the thing around in she wanted, with the help of the wheels underneath.

“Aunt Monica!” Hannah rolled her eyes. “I told you not to buy anything special for her yet! We have to make sure it all goes through, and…”

“I know, I know,” Monica laughed her off. “I saw it in the store, though, and I couldn’t say no!” She pushed one of the buttons on the walker, a pleasant little song starting to play. “Isn’t that nice, Sydney?” she smiled. “All right, let’s get your stuff, Hannah.”

Syd watched them go, making a token effort to push herself up and out of this contraption before accepting that there was no way it was going to happen. She stepped forward, feeling the walker roll with her, but it was hardly efficient. And, after the song stopped, she couldn’t quite stop herself from reaching over and pushing the button again, sucking her paci gently as she listened the to music, seeming to be aimed right at her.

She lost track of time a bit, probably just overwhelmed at everything, taken by surprise when Hannah plucked her out of the walker. “I think I’d probably better get her into bed for now,” she said. “Long day, you know.”

“Of course,” Monica nodded, kissing both of them on the forehead. “You have a good night, cuties. I left you some extra supplies in your bathroom if you need them, Hannah!”

Hannah managed to wait until they were in their room to scowl and complain, “She is the worst.” It took her another moment or two to realize that the reason she wasn’t being agreed with was that she’d forgotten to remove Syd’s pacifier. “Sorry,” she said, unlocking it and pulling it out. “She is so annoying… She still acts like I’m some little kid! I bet she…” She put her hand on the bed, huffing in frustration at the sound of crinkling. “A plastic sheet! I haven’t wet the bed in like ten years!”

“Gee, I’m so sorry,” Syd told her sarcastically, looking down at herself, and at the crib set up on the other side of the room that she knew she was going to be spending the night in.

Despite the infantile accommodations, Syd did sleep very well. Hannah didn’t even make her use her diaper, letting her take advantage of the bathroom attached to their room before taking her downstairs the next morning, though, of course, she did have to go back into a diaper when she was done.

Monica was already up and about, in an apron, the smells of cooking wafting in from the kitchen as she peeked into the living room to check on them. “Good morning!” she beamed, giving Syd a big hug, picking her up and putting her down in the walker at the end, Syd’s eyes immediately going back to the buttons, wanting to start pressing them again, listening to her music.

“She doesn’t have to stay in that all the time,” Hannah pointed out.

“Your cousins won’t be here for a little while, so I need your help in the kitchen,” Monica said. “This will keep her out of trouble.”

“I can help, too!” Sydney offered without thinking, getting an annoyed glare from Hannah.

Fortunately, Monica smiled and told her, “That’s very sweet, dear, but you’d be a big help by staying here and having fun, okay?”

Syd nodded, thanking Monica for the bowl of dry cereal she placed on the tray of the walker for her, as Monica turned on the TV to the parade for her. “Don’t fill up too much,” Monica teased. “I’m making you lots and lots of yummy food, and I want you to try it all!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Syd replied obediently, popping a few pieces of cereal into her mouth. Hannah hung back for a moment, gesturing towards the doorway out of the living room, towards the rest of the house. Syd shrugged, looking down at the walker, and Hannah silently pointed at the wheels. It might not be ideal for scouting, but it would work… And it wasn’t like Sydney would be able to get into it on her own, so, if Hannah let her out now, and Monica caught her, she’d know something was up. “Really?” Syd pouted.

Hannah hesitated. “I guess you are the expert,” she admitted. “What do you want to do?”

Should Sydney…

Try to explore as much of the house as she could in the walker?
Ask to be let out to explore?
Or play in her walker like a good little girl?

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A Thief’s Holidays – Chapter 1

“No, I didn’t do anything wrong!” Sydney whined, thrashing wildly against the grip of the Amazon girl, to no avail. “This isn’t fair!”

“We’ll just see about that, you little brat!” Amber scolded, giving her a hard swat on the bottom. Sydney couldn’t help letting out a yelp, her heart pounding already. Sure, Amber was mad at her, but that had barely seemed like she was trying, and it had hurt way more than Syd had been expecting… If she were to give her an actual, proper spanking…

“Th-This isn’t fair!” she repeated, panic starting to set in as Amber stopped at the RA’s door and pounded on it.

“Why don’t we let Hannah decide that?” Amber smirked.

In a way, that should have been better… Hannah was a ‘tweener, so if she did decide Sydney needed a spanking, it wouldn’t be as hard as anything Amber could deliver… However, as a ‘tweener, she was far more likely to side with Hannah, to want to get on her good side, and there was nothing stopping her from turning Syd over to the other girl for punishment.

“Is everything okay?” Hannah opened up the door, blinking sleepily.

“No, it isn’t!” Amber declared, pushing her way in, dragging Syd with her, not letting her go until she’d closed the door behind herself, standing between it and her, as if she was daring the little to make an attempt to get out through her. “I caught this thief breaking into my room and going through my stuff!”

“I was not!” Sydney insisted.

“Yes, you were,” Amber crossed her arms. “Who do you think you’re fooling? I saw you! I was in there!”

Sydney squirmed. That was true… She’d been so sure Amber was still going to be off at a party, like she usually was on Saturday nights… It had been quite the scare, seeing her sit up in bed, grab her by the wrist before she could react… “I-I was confused,” she stammered. “I had a little too much to drink, and I thought it was my room, that’s all! You must have left your door open or something!”

It was a dangerous ploy… Obviously, the college didn’t want any of their underage students drinking, even if it happened all the time. When it came to their few little students, however, they were extra strict, since it took such a small amount to get them drunk. Syd was almost twenty-one, just a couple months away from it, and, if she were any other size, she would have expected some mercy because of that… She doubted she was going to get it, but it would still be better than being punished for the alternative.

“You’re drunk?” Amber scoffed. “Who would give you alcohol?”

“I can’t tell you that!” They would get in nearly as much trouble as her, if it was true. It could be a good way to get back at somebody… As long as she picked somebody whose word wouldn’t be believed over hers.

Amber rolled her eyes. “Whatever… You aren’t even drunk!”

“W-Well, you scared me!” Sydney complained. “That sobered me up quick!”

“Really?” Amber raised an eyebrow. “You were tipsy, and got spooked enough that it sobered you up… And you were able to keep your pants dry? Or does she wear protection?”

“Hey!” Syd turned bright red, seeing the Amazon directing her last question at the RA, and not her. Sure, if she needed any padding on a regular basis, she was supposed to let her RA know, but it felt too much like too grown-up discussing her fate over her head, not involving her in the conversation whatsoever. “That’s a harmful stereotype, and you know it!”

“Take your pants down and let us see,” Amber demanded.

“Y-You can’t make me do that!” Sydney fidgeted, looking to Hannah. “R-Right?”

“It doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me,” the ‘tweener shrugged. “Honestly, if I was in that position, I’m not sure I wouldn’t have had an accident myself.”

Sydney swallowed, staring between them. Probably the only thing that had kept that from happening was the fact that, as always, she’d been expecting the worst, bracing herself for it, though she’d gotten a good jolt of fear regardless. “Fine,” she huffed, fumbling with the button of her jeans. “If you want to see my panties sooo bad…”

She pretended to struggle to get it undone, while, inwardly, she was struggling with something else. It would be difficult, forcing herself to go, but stopping short, letting out just a few dribbles, enough to be obvious, without leaking through her pants… If that happened, it would be obvious she was doing it now, rather than it having happened in Amber’s room, and her cover would be blown… She couldn’t let herself react, either, couldn’t let her nose wrinkle as she felt the fabric of her panties growing wet and warm around her, as she fought to control her muscles, to clench them closed again…

“There!” she ‘suddenly’ managed to get her pants unfastened, shoving them down to her knees. “See, I didn… Oh.” She stared down at herself, acting like she was shocked at the thing she’d just done. “M-Maybe I did go a little…”

“See?” Hannah spoke up. “It looks like an honest mistake to me. Don’t you think so, Amber?”

Amber glared at Sydney, and her soggy panties. “Well, she still should be punished for drinking!” she grumbled. “And wetting herself!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it,” Hannah assured her. “But, since those don’t directly involve you, I’m afraid I have to ask you to give us some privacy.”

Amber conceded, even if she didn’t look happy about it. She spun, stomping out the door, Hannah pausing and listening for a moment to be sure the Amazon hadn’t simply waited right outside to eavesdrop.

“Well,” she said finally, “that was pretty impressive, I must say.”

“Wh-What do you mean?” Syd blinked, feigning innocence.

“Don’t try that act on me,” Hannah scolded. “We both know what just happened. And I have a feeling I know what actually happened in Amber’s room, too… I’ve been getting a lot of complaints from people on Sunday mornings about things that have gone missing overnight…”

Sydney bit her bottom lip, her stomach twisting. “Y-You know how it is,” she shrugged. “People go out partying, and then they come back, and they move stuff around, and forget about it by the time they sober up…”

“It’s a good story,” Hannah agreed. “I think we both know that’s not the truth, though, don’t we? I suspected something was going on a while ago, but I could never get any evidence, or figure out who might be behind it…”

“W-Wait,” Syd put her hand to her chest. “Y-You don’t think…”

“Seriously, Syd,” Hannah snapped. “Don’t try that on me. You’re caught; accept it.”

Sydney’s face fell, the last bit of hope draining out of her. “Y-You’re not going to turn me in, are you? You have no idea what they’ll do to me, if…”

“You’re already in enough trouble for drinking,” Hannah reminded her. “Your birthday isn’t quite here yet, is it? And having an accident, too… If it was only that, you’d probably be able to get away with Pull-Ups for the rest of the year, but since it supposedly happened because you were drunk… I have a feeling they’re not going to go that easy on you.”

Sydney groaned, well aware of exactly what Hannah was getting at. She was lucky, getting to stay in a regular dorm for this long… There was a ‘special’ littles’ dorm, one where anyone foolish enough to admit to being a bedwetter on their admittance form was assigned, and where almost every other little wound up eventually, once they fell afoul of some authority figure or another… If they had too many accidents, or failed too many tests, or any one of a hundred other rule violations. It was, to say the least, a big step down from this dorm, and the independence it had provided her…

“Or,” Hannah said, after giving Sydney a long few seconds to ponder that, to stew in it, “you could help me out with something.”

“W-With what?” Syd asked.

“Well,” Hannah grinned, “I’m going to need you to say yes before I can give you any details.”

That was ominous, but given the alternative, Sydney didn’t see what choice she really had. “O-Okay,” she nodded. “If you can make all this disappear…”

“Of course,” Hannah nodded. “I’ll deal with Amber, and we can forget all about this… I’m going to have to borrow you for the holidays, though.”

Syd frowned. “Borrow me…? The holidays?”

“We could maybe get away with just Christmas,” Hannah shrugged, “but I think it’ll go smoother if you’re there for Thanksgiving, too. It’ll seem less suspicious that way.”

“What will seem less suspicious?” Syd asked.

“Me bringing you,” Hannah replied, sounding as if the answer were so obvious that Sydney should feel silly for even needing it. “We’ll say you’re one of the students from my floor – which is true – and you’re too little to go all the way back home on your own. They’ll feel sorry for you, and fawn over you… And Thanksgiving break is so short, I doubt they’d have time to get over how cute you’ll be. At Christmas, though, we’ll be there longer, and there will be more people around, more chaos, we’ll be there longer…”

“Be where?” Sydney demanded. “Who? H-How cute am I going to be?”

“That’s up to you,” Hannah told her. “If it were up to me, I’d have you in diapers, because there’s no way they’d suspect anyone who showed up like that, but if you’d rather only go back to Pull-Ups, we can work with that.”

“Wh-What about… not?” Syd blushed. “C-Can’t I wear panties?”

“Definitely not,” Hannah shook her head. “Trust me, they’re not going to trust a little to run around with no padding whatsoever.”

“Who are they?” Syd asked again.

“My family,” Hannah said. “You’re coming with me to my aunt’s place for Thanksgiving, so they can get used to you, and you can case the place… And, at Christmas, you’re going to rob her blind.”

“Seriously?!” Sydney squeaked. “Wh-Why do you want…?”

“Trust me,” Hannah sighed. “You don’t want to know. Now, you’re in, right? Or do I need to submit a report on what happened tonight to…?”

“No!” Sydney cut her off quickly. “I-I’m in.” She couldn’t say she was excited about it, exactly… But, like it or not, she was in. All she had to do now was decide how in she was, how far she was going to take this.

Should she wear…

Diapers?

Pull-Ups?

Or risk panties?

And is Hannah’s aunt…

Super strict?

Or super nice?

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The Rental

“Nowhere?” Kerrie raised an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-No?” Summer shook her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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