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Compromise - Chapter 2

Published: October 30th 2020, 2:00:04 pm

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"Wow," the Amazon said with a pleased nod, "you actually did show up."


Elizabeth blushed. "Y-Yeah," she confirmed, as if it really needed to be said. But had she made a mistake? She guessed she was about to find out... 


It didn't feel that way to her straight away, staring up at the other woman. She looked every bit as stunning as Elizabeth remembered her, her knees trembling ever so slightly at the very sight of her. Elizabeth tugged at the dress she'd chosen, feeling incredibly inadequate, even with her companion simply wearing a suit, not too terribly dissimilar to the one she'd had on in the elevator.


That was fine; Elizabeth didn't think she had anything in her closet that would have been any better. There was no competing with the Amazon, and she had no real desire to try... She only hoped she looked good enough to be seen as the woman's friend, if not something more, rather than her little girl. 


She'd certainly felt like one that afternoon, hiding on the other side of her, trying to keep the security officers from spotting her, or at least make it look like she'd been there visiting the Amazon, as if she was supposed to be there. It had worked, thankfully, although her heart had kept pounding the whole way to the parking garage, once the other woman had gone back inside, worried the guards would come after her, or that she'd see the Amazon talking to them as she drove past the building, killing any chance she'd have of getting back inside if what she had recorded wasn't sufficient.


She still didn't know if it was... She'd intended on combing through it when she got back home, but she was so exhausted, she had to take a nap instead. She set the whole thing to upload before going to sleep, then sent her client a link once she woke up, before she took a shower, though she didn't expect her to listen to the whole thing. It was more to prove that she'd done something, and it was accompanied by a post saying she'd go examine it in more detail herself the next day.


She was feeling refreshed after her rest, and the shower, enough to question if this was actually a good idea. Amazons tended to be pretty attractive, so perhaps it was silly, letting her hormones override her good sense for this one... Even so, she'd never met, or so much as seen, one like this woman. She was on a completely different level, in a way Elizabeth couldn't really describe, just feel. She'd been worried her draining energy had been a part of it, and, when she got to the bar, she'd see the woman wasn't anything special, wasn't worth the risk of meeting up with her... Until she arrived.


"Do you want to sit at the bar?" the woman asked. "Or would a table be better?"


Elizabeth squirmed, cheeks darkening. Was this a trick question? She could sit wherever she wanted, but she'd seen very few littles ever try to sit at the bar stools anywhere other than bars built specifically for them, and the ones who had always looked so silly... They had to have help getting up into the tall seats, and then, after a few drinks, getting back off without falling and hurting themselves, thus 'proving' that they were too immature for alcohol, or anything stronger than a warm bottle of milk.


Of course, tables weren't much better, because there was always a big stack of booster seats waiting behind the bar, a necessary evil for any little wanting to see whoever was sitting opposite them, or reach anything on top of the table. They almost always had straps, too, for 'safety', but Elizabeth had heard horror stories about how they were designed to lock in a way that the person in the seat couldn't undo them, leaving them at the mercy of whoever strapped them in.


Maybe, no matter how gorgeous the woman was, this really had been a bad call... There were no good options for her in a place like this. The whole world, at times, felt as though it was meant to force her into proving what a baby she was, but bars especially, since it was so easy for a little to have a bit too much to drink, and show their 'true' colors there. 


She should have suggested a littles bar when the Amazon had mentioned this place. She probably would have made everyone else uncomfortable, bringing the woman in, and she would have hard a hard time finding a comfortable seat, for an entirely different reason than Elizabeth's troubles here, but if she was the only Amazon, it wasn't like she could adopt all the other patrons, and it wouldn't kill the woman to sit in a seat that was slightly too small, or stand.


That was, Elizabeth decided, the best course of action for her, too. "Maybe we could just stand?" she said.


"Sure, if that's what you want," the Amazon shrugged. "What do you want? I'm buying."


Elizabeth sent her off to get her a glass of wine, initially planning on staking out a quiet spot for them to stand and talk before thinking better of it. Littles weren't the only ones who could get drunk and do regrettable things here... Even Amazons - or 'tweeners, for that matter - who normally wouldn't dream of being so bold might, after a few drinks, see someone her size and decide she needed a good home, and a firm hand that wouldn't let her wander around a place like this, so clearly intended for 'grown-ups'. It was probably a good thing she was in a dress, and not her outfit from earlier... As far as they knew, she had on some sort of padding - even if it was surely not as thick as most of them would prefer - beneath the skirt. In what she'd worn from the stake-out, they would have known she wasn't right away, and 'proven' to them that, whether this Amazon had claimed her or not, she wasn't doing a good enough job looking after her.


She stuck close to the woman, knowing she'd be safer if it was obvious they were together, that any Betweeners should be too intimidated to come close, and even most Amazons would think twice. It made her feel like she was a little kid, practically clinging to her Mommy's sleeve... But, if she was being totally honest, that didn't sound all bad, at least with her.


"Oh!" the Amazon turned around, drinks in hand, nearly tripping over Elizabeth. "Sorry, I didn't know you were there! Were you making sure I didn't mess up your order?"


"N-No!" Elizabeth shook her head. "Sorry, I was just..." She paused, realizing this probably wasn't something a woman like her companion would understand. "There's just a lot of people," she explained. "I didn't want to lose you. I-I know you would have gotten it right!"


Truthfully, she hadn't been paying attention to what the Amazon had told the bartender at all, had been too busy eyeing the rest of the bar's occupants suspiciously. The glass Elizabeth handed her looked right, however, so she trusted that it was, trailing along behind her, letting her pick out their spot. She was glad she had, since it meant the woman didn't see her almost lose her balance on the heels she wasn't used to wearing, coming close to spilling her wine mere moments after receiving it. 


She could tell it hadn't gone completely unnoticed, though, some chuckling sprouting up around her. Anxiously, she scurried closer to the Amazon, reminding everyone who she was there with. She'd known the heels were a risk from the start; she'd thought they might make her feel a bit less tiny and immature next to the woman, but they hadn't really helped with that, and were now proving to be a liability. 


"It's not too bad over here," the Amazon said, claiming a dark, but fairly calm, corner, the music still audible, though not as overpowering as it had been closer to the bar. 


"Works for me," Elizabeth nodded, taking a sip of her wine. She considered, only afterwards, that she should have watched the Amazon, seen what her reaction to that was, to clock whether she could have done anything to the drink, or ordered something 'special' for her, but, by the time the thought occurred to her, she'd taken her first drink, and the Amazon was doing the same.


"So, uh..." Elizabeth started, fidgeting slightly, feeling silly to be asking this, to need to when she'd already come this far with the woman, trying to think back to their earlier interaction to confirm it hadn't come up already, "I'm a little late with this, but... What's your name?"


"Huh," the Amazon smirked. "I guess I never did introduce myself, did I?" She bent down, emphasizing the problem with Elizabeth's idea of standing, holding a hand out. "My name is Heather."


"Elizabeth," she shook the larger woman's hand. "Nice to meet you... A-A few hours ago..."


"Yeah," Heather agreed, gripping Elizabeth's hand a little too tightly. Elizabeth wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, if perhaps she just wasn't used to shaking littles' hands, if maybe she was more used to giving them hugs, or kisses on the forehead, or pats to their padded posteriors... "Elizabeth... That's an awfully big name for such a small person."


Elizabeth blushed, uncertain again, this time whether the teasing was the sort she might expect from a date, or if this was more like an adult gently making fun of a small child. "Y-You can call me Lizzie," she offered, reflexively, something she normally reserved for people who had known her for a long time, years at least.... It sounded so childish - had been what her friends back at grade school had called her, in fact - and she knew she lived in a world where seeming immature could lead to disaster, and yet, for whatever reason, she found herself giving it up without thinking, allowing this Amazon to call her that freely.


"Lizzie," Heather repeated, Elizabeth's stomach churning at the sound of it in her voice, somehow making it sound all the more babyish simply by saying it. "I like that." 


Elizabeth nodded, cheeks burning, feeling oddly happy, glad that this person - practically a stranger - approved, and, honestly, liking the sound of the nickname the way the other woman said it. "Good," she replied, feeling immediately silly about it. What had gotten into her?!


"Well, then, Lizzie," Heather continued, staying knelt down, closer to Elizabeth's eye level, although still just high enough to force her to tilt her head up ever so slightly, "do you want to tell me what you were really up to this afternoon?"


And there it was... Was this the real reason Heather had asked her out for drinks? Was there no actual connection between them after all, and she was doing this for the company? Elizabeth shifted her weight, nearly losing her balance on her heels again, lurching to one side, Heather reaching out to steady her. "Whoa, there!" she exclaimed. "You've barely had any of that one drink! Were you pre-gaming on me?"


Lizzie blushed, tongue tied yet again. "M-Maybe a little," she fibbed, after a long moment, deciding that was better than telling the truth, that being a bit tipsy wouldn't look as bad as just being clumsy, especially when she was wearing her own shoes, things she ought to be used to walking, or standing still, in. 


"Are you sure you don't want to sit down?" Heather asked. "There's a free table right there... And it looks like there's already a booster on one of the chairs."


Elizabeth followed her gaze, seeing the same thing. She started to nibble her bottom lip, caught herself, took another sip of wine instead. It probably wasn't helping her balance that, while the nap had helped a lot, she was still not fully recovered from that afternoon. If she stayed on her feet, it was inevitable that she was going to fall at some point... Even just standing there was taking more energy than it should, up on her toes the way the shoes were forcing her to stand. She could take them off, but then she'd be that much tinier than Heather, which wasn't going to make her feel like the adult she wanted to be right now, in the middle of what she was hoping was a date.


"Okay," she caved. "It might be easier..."


"Perfect!" Heather beamed, taking the wine glass from her, setting it, and her own, down at the table, then, without asking, plucking her up off the floor, plopping her down on the booster. 


"I-I..." Elizabeth began to protest, wanting to seem self-sufficient, squirming in place, blushing at the sound of crinkling beneath her, realizing the booster's padded seat must have a plastic covering. A smart move here, where there would be lots of drinking going on, especially if the occupant of the seat was going to be trapped inside, unable to get out without help, but it still embarrassed her, praying the music, quiet as it was in this corner, was loud enough to keep Heather from hearing. 


She was so distracted by that, she forgot what she had begun to say, preventing her from telling Heather she was fine, that, despite the drinks she'd supposedly already had, she didn't need the strap, until she felt it being tugged tight around her waist, and between her legs, clicking shut, locking her in. She whimpered softly, feet kicking as she watched Heather walk around to her own chair, sitting down with what looked a lot like a very smug smile. 


Had Elizabeth totally misread this? Was it exactly what she'd been afraid it could be, what most interactions between Amazons and littles in this place surely were? There had been a part of her - a big part of her - that had been scared from the start that was all Heather wanted from her, but there was enough hope in her heart that she was wrong that she hadn't been able to help herself... And that could still be the case, she thought, even as she wriggled in the booster seat, hearing a crinkling that sounded far too close to the noises a diaper would make for her comfort.


"Much better," Heather declared. "Where were we? Right... I'm certainly not complaining about fate bringing us together like it did, but I have to ask... Why were you in my office?"


"I-I work in the mail room," Lizzie lied, recalling what the other worker she'd spoken to had said. "I-I'm new."


"No, you don't," Heather shook her head. She didn't say how she knew it, if it was anything more than a hunch, but she was so confident, Elizabeth didn't try to push the fib any further. "Listen, I'm not mad... I just don't see people like you running around freely there very often, and it made me curious." 


Was that really all there was to it? Or did she know the truth, somehow? Could she be on the side of Elizabeth's target from that day? Elizabeth shuddered, having a vision of herself being marched back to that office the next day, in a tiny dress that left her bulky diapers on full display, forced to apologize to the man before going over his lap for a long spanking for being so naughty...


"I-It's... complicated," she told Heather, taking another drink, watching the woman, looking for any signs that she was right.


"Okay," Heather shrugged. "You don't have to tell me... I was just wondering. It seemed odd you'd have the free time in the middle of the day to go wandering through some random office building, but I guess it's none of my business."


It wasn't, not really, and Elizabeth knew that telling her would have been a huge risk, and yet she still felt guilty not doing it. There was a part of her that wanted to be totally honest with the woman, to let her know everything... But, without being fully aware of what Heather was trying to get at with her questions, that was stupid, and dangerous, and...


"I-I'm a private investigator," she found herself confessing anyway.


"Oh, are you, now?" Heather raised an eyebrow. 


What was she doing?! Elizabeth squirmed, tugging at the strap around her waist, feeling it refuse to budge, to give her the option of slipping out if she so desired. All she knew about Heather was where she worked... Maybe she'd be on Elizabeth's client's side, and maybe not... It really wasn't a good idea to find out right now, while she was trapped here, helpless...


"Well, that sounds very interesting," Heather said, after what felt like an eternity. "You'll have to tell me more about it... But first, it looks like you need a refill."


Lizzie looked at her glass in amazement, not having noticed how much she'd drank already, helped along by her nerves. "O-Okay," she nodded, thinking it was a good idea, that she could use the time Heather was away to collect her thoughts, calm herself down...


As soon as the woman had stepped away from the table, however, she recognized her error. She was still stuck in the booster seat, and, without Heather there, she was practically an open invitation for anyone else in the bar to swoop over and do... Well, Lizzie didn't know, but whatever they wanted, really... to her. She couldn't even follow after Heather, cling to her suit jacket, feel protected... She could only sit, trying to find a good balance between eyeing the crowd, readying herself if anyone approached, and keeping her head down to stay unnoticed.


It was little wonder, then, that once Heather was back, Elizabeth was more than ready for another big gulp of wine. "You're really thirsty," Heather commented. 


"S-Sorry," Elizabeth blushed.


"No, it's fine," Heather told her with a grin, taking a sip of her own. "Have as much as you want... So, a private investigator... I bet you have lots of stories."


She did, and she was happy to tell them, not least of all because Heather didn't appear to mind that she was telling them, rather than explaining what she'd been up to that day. Most of her cases were pretty boring, especially now that she'd gotten used to things, and knew how to keep herself safe, but there were plenty of tales of close calls from her early days to regale the woman with.


After draining that glass of wine, faster than she'd intended, she was even willing to talk about her very first case. "I was so dumb!" she covered her face, shaking her head. "I was barely out of high school, and I thought I was sooo smart... I just advertised online, and as soon as someone responded, I was so happy to have a client, I didn't check up on them at all!"


"Is that important?" Heather asked.


"Very," Elizabeth nodded. "I-I mean, at least for me... Y-You probably wouldn't have to worry about it as much. I can never really take things at face value. Like this first case... They claimed they were a parent who wanted me to look into this daycare because they thought it was shady, and they didn't know if it was safe to continue to send their little there, so they asked me to go undercover..."


"Undercover?" Heather perked up. "At a daycare? I bet you were adorable..."


"I would never even think of doing that now," Lizzie blushed. "I thought I could get in and out and nobody would know the difference... I wore an old dress of mine, and some shorts, and stuffed my underwear with some toilet paper to make them look a little poofier."


"Lizzie!" Heather giggled. "You didn't! And you really thought that would work?!"


Elizabeth bounced in place a little, face growing redder, the sound of the booster's crinkling reminding her of that day, of sneaking into the daycare's playground during play time, of mixing in with all those other littles, hearing their diapers rustling with every move, seeing the bulge of their padding, and recognizing how incredibly inadequate her disguise was, far too late for her to do anything about it...


"For a couple seconds," she admitted. "Then I tried to sneak back out once I saw how wrong I was, and one of the workers caught me, and took me to the owner to deal with... I had this whole backstory planned out, in case I had to talk to anyone, but I hadn't had the chance to do that. I'd already told my client what I was going to do, in case things went south, though, and the owner was calling me by the fake name I'd picked out, so I realized she'd either hired me herself, or whoever had was working with her..."


"Oh, wow... How did you get out of that one? I bet she had a diaper just ready and waiting for you..."


"Y-Yeah, something like that," Elizabeth said with a blush. "I got lucky, and slipped out of there before she could get it on me." 


"Well, I'm glad," Heather smiled. "I guess this is kind of personal, but... You didn't have any diapers of your own you could have worn for the disguise?" 


It was personal; Lizzie wasn't sure she would have answered, even for Heather, if not for the few drinks already inside her. "No," she replied. "I don't have any of those."


"Even now?" Heather sounded skeptical. "I guess it takes quite a grown-up little to do your kind of work, so maybe it makes sense... From what I understand, that's very unusual, though."


"N-Not as much as you might think," Elizabeth told her.


"Well, you're certain grown-up enough to hold your alcohol," Heather teased. "Why don't I get you some more?"


Elizabeth didn't know if that was a good idea or not, but she'd already had enough not to care as much as she should... She did care, however, about the growing pressure in her bladder, thanks to what she'd had so far. Before she could say anything to Heather about it, the woman was already gone, leaving Lizzie all alone yet again, fidgeting, blushing at the sounds that resulted, mind wandering back to her brief time at the daycare, at that close call...


"Here you go," Heather handed the glass over, and, still lost in her memories, Lizzie jumped, bumping it, spilling it onto the front of her dress. "Sorry! Did I surprise you?"


"N-No, it's my..." Elizabeth assured her.


"Oh, my... It's all over your pretty dress... I don't know why they don't have any napkins on the table... Hold on, I think I have some in my purse..." Heather set it down on the table, digging through it, Lizzie doing her best to assure her it was fine, that it wasn't her fault...


She fell silent once the woman had found them, however, kneeling in front of her and starting to dab at the wine. Elizabeth felt a little woozy, from something much different than the wine, seeing her so close, feeling her touch, wandering so very near to her breasts, seeing her face right next to her own... Any other time, she probably would have been able to stop herself, but she was drunk enough that, without thinking, she leaned forward, planting her lips on the woman's.


"S-Sorry!" she blushed, pulling away after a long, blissful moment. "I-I shouldn't have... Th-That wasn't... I-I'm sorry!"


She was so flustered, she had to look away from Heather's shocked expression, making it clear she hadn't been looking at this as a date, at least not the same way Elizabeth was. Lizzie's eyes fell to the tabletop, to her now half-full glass of wine, and then to Heather's open purse, where she saw something inside... Something white, and thick, and crinkly, making it clear what Heather had been expecting from tonight, instead... Right as the confused, embarrassed Elizabeth felt her bladder give in, dribbling into her panties, and giving her companion a reason to use the diaper she she'd brought.