Published: July 24th 2021, 2:00:05 pm
Lizzie clung tightly to Heather as the woman unbuckled her seatbelt, then picked her up, resting her on her hip to close the car door. Just from the parking garage, Elizabeth could tell this was a nice apartment building, much more than her own, although, since she knew where the Amazon worked, that was hardly a surprise.
"Y-You don't think anyone is going to see, do you?" Lizzie asked, blushing as she caught herself, thumb inches away from her mouth, wanting to drift back there automatically. She played it off as well as she could, pretending she was scratching an itch, though from the smile on Heather's face, she doubted she was fooling her.
"I don't know," Heather told her honestly. "They might, but I promise, Lizzie, it'll be okay. Nothing's going to happen."
Lizzie whimpered, burrowing in deeper to Heather's side, trying to hide her bare chest, looking like a clingy toddler not wanting to lose her Mommy. That was fine... She'd rather anyone they ran into believe that, instead of the truth. Or... Would she? She liked Heather a lot, and as disastrous as this night had turned out, none of that had been Heather's fault... She hoped, after all this, that Heather would want to have her back over here at some point, and if she did, that meant Lizzie might run into her neighbors again, so first impressions could actually matter here...
"Lizzie," Heather repeated, giving her a squeeze. "Nothing will happen. Just close your eyes and pretend you're asleep, then you won't be expected to say anything, and I'll have a good excuse not to stick around and talk if I do see someone I know."
"Oh." Lizzie squirmed, a little embarrassed she hadn't thought of that herself. She was a private investigator... Deception was a part of her trade, along with sneaking around... Then again, this had been a very long night for her, and she was still in her usual mindset of not wanting to do anything to look like a baby if she didn't have to. "Good idea," she said at last, a bit jealous.
Heather smiled, bouncing the girl in her arms slightly. "I do have those from time to time. And, Lizzie... You can suck your thumb if you want to."
"No!" Lizzie blushed, almost wondering, again, if Heather could read her mind, until she recalled how obvious she'd been about it, ensuring it wasn't much of a feat to make that leap. "I-I don't want to..."
"Are you sure?" Heather turned her head, looking her in the eye, Lizzie shrinking back, feeling so very tiny and vulnerable there, in her diaper. Of course Heather knew she'd liked it... How could she think she could hide anything from her?! Heather was a Mommy, deep down, whether she had a child currently or not, and, perhaps, far deeper down, Lizzie was just a baby.... "I think it'll really help you sleep... But that's up to you, obviously."
"R-Right," Lizzie's cheeks lit up again. Was that really all Heather had meant by it? Probably... She'd read too much into it, as usual; Heather always made her feel so flustered. "I-I might give it a try..."
"Whatever you think is best," Heather nodded. "Are you ready?"
"No," Lizzie replied honestly. The garage was quiet, relatively dark... She felt safe here, but she knew that wouldn't last forever. Other people lived in this building, and they'd want to park, and whether they chose a spot near here or not, they could drive past and see her there... And Heather wasn't going to be able to get her clothes washed if they stayed here. She sighed, resting her head against Heather's body, the warmth instantly calming her down, if only slightly, and closing her eyes.
"Now?" Heather asked, and Lizzie silently nodded. As soon as she felt Heather begin to move, she snuck her thumb into her mouth after all.
The darkness was a tad scary, not knowing what was out there, who might be seeing her this way. She could hear doors opening, the chime of an elevator, feel the chill of the air conditioner as they got into the apartment building itself, and, at any point, there was a real possibility that someone, or many someones, might be staring at her, perhaps even recognizing her. The fear made her suck at her thumb harder - without having noticed she'd started doing that at all - squirming anxiously.
"Stay still," Heather whispered. "You're supposed to be asleep, remember?"
Lizzie didn't answer, but she did try to stop wiggling, until she heard the sound of other voices, faintly, in the distance. Her diaper crinkled as she dug more deeply into her cozy spot in Heather's arms, letting out a quiet sigh of relief into her pacifier when the voice continued to grow quieter and further away, instead of closer.
At any time, somebody could pop out of their apartment, comment on what a cute baby Heather had, want to tickle her bare tummy, or feet, or hold her themselves... Lizzie knew Heather wouldn't let the last happen, yet, if it happened fast enough, she might not be able to stop the first two. Lizzie didn't think she'd be able to contain herself, that she'd instantly blow her cover, and ruin Heather's plan, and the two of them would be subjected to a bevy of questions they weren't ready for, like when Heather had adopted, what her baby's name was, if she needed a babysitter...
Or, rather, Lizzie wasn't prepared for those questions, either hearing them about herself, or hearing the answers, wondering if, in Heather's ideal world, she'd mean them.... Heather could very well have a plan for that, too, like she seemed to have for everything else. Lizzie knew she should, too, that normally, it would have been up to her to get out of this mess - and she was usually pretty good at it - but apparently, all of their adventures had drained her more than she'd realized. Despite all her fears and worries, it was a struggle not to just fall asleep for real, eyes closed, thumb in her mouth, Mommy's hand resting on her diaper, patting it gently now and then...
Maybe, in the end, she did drift off for a moment or two. Before she knew it, she was being shaken softly, Heather saying, "Lizzie, it's okay. We're here."
Lizzie quickly yanked her thumb free, cheeks red, and opened her eyes, looking around. It didn't feel like the trek through the darkness had been long enough to get them here... Of course, she had never been here before, so she had no clue how long it was supposed to take, what floor the apartment was on, anything. All she knew was, "Wow, this place is nice..."
"Thank you," Heather smiled, setting her down on the floor. "I like it pretty well... Now, why don't you stay here, and I'll get the laundry started, okay?"
Lizzie nodded, watching her go, then taking a few waddling steps around the large living room, absorbing it all. She knew that Amazon apartments were, naturally, bigger than those meant for littles, and that Heather made quite a bit more money than her, but she suspected her whole place could fit comfortably into just this room. It was impressive, for sure, though it also made her feel even smaller, standing there in the middle of it, all alone...
Her instincts as an investigator took over, and she couldn't help looking around at the family pictures, the knick-knacks, the magazines piled up on the bottom shelf of the end table. The last were almost a red flag, seeing as they were mostly about little-care, with headlines boasting information on the best methods of discipline to use, the latest fashions to dress them up in, nursery decorating tips... But she already knew this was something Heather was interested in, that she wanted. Lizzie might not completely like that, yet she couldn't expect Heather to drop it altogether for her sake, especially when she hadn't known, before this date had begun, that it would end with her here, snooping through her reading material unsupervised.
She was heading for the kitchen when she heard the soft rumble of a washing machine starting up somewhere deeper into the apartment, and, a few moments later, she felt a pair of pats on the back of her diaper.
"H-Hey!" she spun around, blushing. "Are you checking me?!"
"What? No!" Heather held her hands up. "I'm sorry, I didn't even think... Your little bottom was just so cute, I couldn't help myself! I should have asked..."
Lizzie cursed herself for being so defensive; Heather had carried her out of the theater, through the parking lot, up to the apartment... If it wasn't for her, she'd probably still be trapped in the bathroom, not knowing what to do. Besides, she'd been touching Lizzie's diaper for most of that journey, so what did a couple playful pats matter. "No, it's okay," she shook her head. "Sorry, I'm not used to..."
"I get it," Heather smiled patiently. "Your clothes are in the washer. Are you hungry?"
"Huh?" Lizzie furrowed her brow, then remembered where she was going. "No! No, definitely not..." She'd eaten far too much that evening already... "Sorry, I was just being nosy."
Heather chuckled. "I suppose I should have expected that, huh?"
"S-Sorry," Lizzie blushed. "I-I didn't mean anything by it..."
"No, it's totally fine!" Heather promised. "It's not like I thought you were going to stand perfectly still in the spot where I left you! I'd be happy to give you a tour... Do you want something to wear first, though?"
"Oh!" Lizzie glanced down at herself, shocked at how easily she'd forgotten about being nearly naked. The diaper was so big and bulky that, once they were away from other people, it had felt like more than enough clothing on its own. And she knew that Heather had already seen all there was to see of her body, whether Lizzie had wanted that to happen this early in their relationship or not. Now that Heather had brought it up, however, Lizzie's arms crossed across her bare chest self-consciously. "Y-Yeah, if you don't mind..."
"Of course not! Come on, my room is this way!" Lizzie trotted after her, down a hallway and into a doorway. Like the living room, the bedroom was far larger than Lizzie's, as was the bed. Lizzie blushed at the sight of it, knowing that - obviously - that was where Heather slept, in whatever kind of PJs she had... Or nothing at all. Lizzie's own pajama choice leaned towards the comfy side, so that was her default when thinking about them, but, with Heather's body, she wouldn't be surprised if the Amazon wore something skimpier, sexier...
Lizzie gulped, glad those diaper pats had come already, since those fantasies floating through her mind were making a warmth, and moisture, between her legs. She didn't know if Heather could have felt that through the padding, but knowing how honed the Amazon's Mommy skills were, she wouldn't have been surprised. Would she have been able to tell that this wasn't the wetness of an accident? Would it have mattered?
"Lizzie!" Heather exclaimed, her tone, and volume, enough to inform the little that this wasn't the first time she'd said it. Lizzie blushed, snapping herself out of the daydream she'd been having. "What about this?"
It was a pretty plain t-shirt, white, with what she assumed was some sort of inside joke on the front, from college, or an old job. It looked old, but in decent shape, probably a bit small for Heather now; for Lizzie, it would be a dress. "That's fine," she nodded. What else was she expecting? There was no reason Heather would have clothes sized for her, unless they were in her nursery, and she surely Lizzie wasn't going to agree to those.
Heather handed her the shirt, then paused, glancing down at the diaper. Lizzie could feel the other woman's eyes on it right away, and she almost held the shirt in front of it, trying to hide it, which definitely would have given her a reason to be suspicious of its condition, if she hadn't already spotted a dampness there.
"I can take that off for you, if you want," she offered. "I don't have anything that's going to fit you for bottoms, though... Except for more diapers from my collection, but I don't think those are going to be any better."
That was another thing Lizzie should have thought of, and hadn't... She could always put on one of Heather's shirts if it was too large, but pants and skirts were another issue entirely. Even belts only did so much... Lizzie sighed, looking down at her diaper, not really wanting Heather to see inside of it now - although she knew she'd need the Amazon's help to get it off at all - yet also having been looking forward to getting out of it...
It wasn't the worst thing in the world, honestly... And it seemed rude to go commando if all she was going to be wearing otherwise was one of Heather's shirts, not to mention the rudeness of wasting a diaper Heather had wanted for her collection. "I can keep it on a little longer," she shrugged, Heather's face lighting up right away.
"I'll untape it for you whenever you want!" she said. "Just say the word!"
Lizzie nodded, smiling to see how excited Heather was about it. Maybe it was a bit hypocritical of her, considering how much she judged other Amazons for giving in to these desires... Heather wasn't forcing anyone to do this, however, was being fairly respectful of Lizzie... It felt completely different from what she was used to seeing.
"For now!" she warned, not wanting to get Heather's hopes up too high. "Until my clothes are done."
Heather tilted her head slightly, but didn't protest. "However long you're comfortable with. Now, why don't you get dressed so I can take you on the tour?"
Lizzie blushed. "Right!" For as anxious as she'd been about the 'outfit' fate had forced her into in the theater bathroom, she'd certainly taken her time correcting it now that she had the chance. She pulled the shirt over her head, instantly enveloped in the scent of laundry detergent, and, more faintly, Heather, reminding her of riding in the woman's arms, though only the good parts, the sensation of security and warmth.
She trailed after Heather as she proudly showed off her apartment, feeling like a little girl as she toddle along in her diaper, wearing one of Mommy's old shirts, so big on her that the hem dragged slightly on the floor, those sexy fantasies from the bedroom seeming a million miles away now. She did want those, but this wasn't all bad, she supposed... And she was certain this was much closer to the way Heather saw her.
"This is the bathroom," Heather flipped on the light. "I mean... It's a bathroom. Nothing much to say about that. Oh! Do you... want to use it? We're here, so I could get the diaper off now..."
Lizzie's bladder wasn't too full, though the fatigue was hitting her hard and fast, and things could get a little dicey when that started. "Sure," she said, without thinking about the now fairly cool clamminess in her padding until Heather had already lifted the hem of the shirt, exposing the diaper.
Lizzie swallowed, shifting her weight as Heather's hand brushed against the plastic, making it rustle. Had she felt it? Did she know? If she did, she didn't give any sign of it, grabbing ahold of the first tape and beginning to pull.
"Shoot!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Lizzie looked down at herself, perplexed.
Heather shook her head. "It's nothing... The plastic is starting to rip. I guess it doesn't matter, I can get you something else from my collection, something thinner, but..."
It didn't seem like Heather was trying to elicit this reaction, but Lizzie felt another pang of guilt nevertheless. Heather went back to tugging at the tape, only for Lizzie's hand to drift over hers, pushing it, and the tape, back down. "Never mind," she said. "You can leave it there."
"Are you sure?" Heather asked. "It isn't a big deal, I can..."
"I'm okay for now," Lizzie promised. "Maybe by the time I'm not, my clothes will be done. Or maybe..." She giggled, nibbling her bottom lip, unable to continue her thought, to admit that she was considering peeing her pants for the Amazon again. These diapers were so bulky, she had no question they'd handle it better than her trainers had...
"It's up to you, Lizzie," Heather told her. "Seriously, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. You... remember that you don't have any panties with your clothes, right?"
Lizzie didn't recall that, although she knew she should have. Of course she didn't... She'd worn her trainers, and those were long gone. She felt like such a ditzy little girl, letting that slip her mind... If she used this diaper, that meant she'd need to wear another, or go without anything, putting her right back where she had been when she was deciding what to wear a few minutes ago.
Lizzie nodded, too embarrassed to continue this conversation, knowing she'd chicken out if it went on much longer, if she thought about it too much. "What's in here?" she asked, tugging the shirt free of Heather's grip, letting it fall back into place as she waddled towards one of the few closed doors.
"I'm... not sure you want to go in there," Heather said.
"Oh," Lizzie paused, staring up at the door. "I-It's the nursery?"
"Yeah," Heather looked almost ashamed. "Maybe we should go..."
Lizzie thought about it for a moment. "I bet it's cute. I mean, the rest of your apartment is, so..."
"It's very much a work in progress," Heather shrugged modestly.
"Right," Lizzie remembered what she'd said before. "You're waiting to buy stuff until you find..."
The words 'the perfect baby' hung in the air between them, unsaid, both of them knowing who Heather thought that was. Lizzie's diaper suddenly felt much thicker, much damper... She couldn't really have done anything if Heather had wanted to take her into that room and trap her there forever anyway, but now, it would be hard to deny that maybe she deserved it, maybe that was where she belonged...
"Let's go back to the living room," Heather suggested, taking Lizzie by the hand. Lizzie nodded, waddling beside her, letting herself be helped up onto the couch by Heather's side. Heather turned on the television, but she'd barely started flipping through the channels before Lizzie was drifting off, exhausted.
"Hey," Heather shook her gently. "Are you all right, Lizzie?" She nodded drowsily. "Are you sure you want to try to get back home tonight?"
Lizzie didn't want to be a bother, didn't want Heather to think she was trying to move too fast... But she knew she had to shake her head. As worn out as she was, she knew it wouldn't be a good idea for her to do anything else until she'd had a good night's rest, and that included driving from the theater back home.
"You can have my bed, if you want," Heather offered. "I can sleep out here on the couch... Or you can have the couch, and..."
Lizzie squirmed in her seat, face pink. "Can we... both sleep in your bed?"
She didn't expect anything to happen, but she felt so much more comfortable having Heather nearby... The shirt was nice, and it would work in a pinch, yet, if she woke up here and forgot where she was right away, she knew she'd feel more calm if Heather herself was beside her.
It didn't hurt that, after Heather had carried her back to her bedroom, Lizzie not protesting it for a moment, and tucked her in, the Amazon stripped out of her clothes, getting into a tiny little nightie that was everything Lizzie had fantasized it might be. Lizzie knew she ought to turn away, to not watch, but Heather could have easily gone to the bathroom to change, if it bothered her... Maybe she thought that, after how much she'd seen Lizzie naked tonight, it was only fair.
Or perhaps she still thought of Lizzie as so little of a baby that it hadn't bothered her in the slightest to have the girl see her in any form on undress, not considering how much wetter Lizzie was getting between her legs, seeing her nude form, even in silhouette, from the back. Once she turned around, her nightie barely covering anything, and slid into the bed beside her, Lizzie would have done anything she asked, melting into putty in her hands.
"H-Heather?" she gulped, rolling over to face her. "C-Can I... C-Can I kiss you?"
"Of course," Heather smiled softly, planting a peck on her forehead.
"No!" Lizzie whined, hating how immature she sounded, at the very moment when she wanted the most to seem mature, like Heather's equal. "L-Like, a real kiss..." Her mind drifted back to that first night, in the bar, to her tipsy attempt to do exactly that, and how incredible it had felt, despite all the embarrassment that had come afterwards.
Lizzie nibbled her lip, bashfully looking away from Heather's face, her eyes naturally drawn downwards, to her breasts, so much larger than her own, so full... In fact, she could almost swear she smelled the sweet scent of milk through the flimsy material of the nightie, and wondered if Heather was so dedicated to her quest to becoming a Mommy that she'd already started to induce lactation. It felt rude to ask about... If Heather had told her that the only way she'd let her give her a kiss was to let her breastfeed her first, she would have said yes in an instant. If she'd demanded Lizzie wet her diaper first, she would have agreed to that, too; she would have done whatever it took.
Instead, Heather just nodded, bent her head down, lips pursed, ready for Lizzie's... Lizzie's head spun a bit, hardly able to believe her luck, that, even with all the disasters that had happened during it, the date had ended pretty well after all, as she leaned in, eyes closing...
As hard as it was to believe, despite her being in a diaper, despite Heather having witnessed her wetting herself, leaking, having had to put her into that diaper, despite knowing she was yards away from a nursery that Heather would have loved to keep her in full-time, this kiss was better than the first. And the ones that came after, until Lizzie was too sleepy to continue, were even better yet.