princesspottypants

One Last Case

Published: October 22nd 2021, 2:00:05 pm

This is a subject I've covered a couple times before, but it's always a fun one, especially for Halloween. And it has been a surprisingly long time, so I figured it was time to bring it back, at least one more time. Commissioned by Mashugana. Pictures property of Pampered Penny.

"I mean, I'm flattered," Vera told the older woman. "I really am... I didn't think anybody remembered our little group at this point... But, honestly, I don't even know what the others are doing anymore, and even if I did, I'm not sur...."

"No, no," the woman shook her head, interrupting her. "I think you misunderstand, dear. I wasn't looking for your whole group, only you."

"Only... Me?" Vera blushed, finding herself pulling her legs up underneath her in her favorite reading chair. "I-I think you must be mistaken, you probably mean Darcy, and..."

It was always Darcy, not that Vera could blame anyone for that. Darcy was taller, more pretty, and, considering how often Vera wound up losing her glasses, or getting hopelessly lost in one of the haunted houses they were investigating, or kidnapped, just as effective, really. Why wouldn't they want the other female member of their old mystery-solving group? There were plenty of times when Vera thought that was what she wanted, too, though she'd never been brave enough to tell her friend that.

She'd been especially sure of it this time, before she'd seen who it was, approaching her. This close to Halloween was when people usually tried to get ahold of them, wanting them to come to their parties, tell stories about their investigations, certain that they had at least one where the culprit really was a ghost, or a monster... But it was just was easy for Darcy to tell those stories, and she was confident enough to show up in some sexy Halloween costume, whereas Vera would always just wear the same sort of thing she did for their show, feeling more comfortable hiding behind her turtlenecks.

"No, I don't think so," the old woman shook her head. "I remember you, and you're exactly who I want for this job."

Their group had been popular for a time, and it was obvious this woman was old enough to recall that; she didn't look like the sort of person Vera had come to know as their typical audience, but it was possible she'd had a son or daughter who had been into it, and gotten exposed that way.

"I-I really am flattered," Vera repeated. "I don't know about investigating something like this on my own, however." She was too embarrassed to say why, but if this woman did know of their adventures, she probably knew how hopeless she'd have been without anyone else to find her glasses for her, or rescue her when she got tied up. This woman seemed nice enough, yet, if she was hiring Vera, it was because she didn't want to investigate on her own. And, honestly, she was old enough that Vera didn't want her to have whoever was really behind all this jumping out at her and scaring the poor woman.

"Well, you haven't heard how much I'm willing to pay yet, dear," the woman smiled. "I don't know how much you kids usually made, and I don't know if I could afford to pay all four of you, but I think I've scraped together enough for just you."

Vera almost opened her mouth, explained that, for many of their cases, they'd gotten paid in food, or lodging, or nothing at all; fortunately, the business part of her brain kicked in and told her to shut up. "I wouldn't want to make you stretch your budget too thin," she said instead, the truth, even if she could certainly use a little extra cash, if this woman could spare it.

"Oh, don't you worry about that," the woman assured her. "It will be worth it to finally get this taken care of. Now, let's see, where did I put that?" SHe dug into her oversized purse for a moment or two, pulling out a handful of cash. "Will this be enough?"

Vera's eyes widened as she bit her bottom lip, mentally tallying up how much that might be, just based on the bills she was seeing out the outside of the bunch, how thick it was... There was a good chance it was more than she'd made in all the years she'd worked with her group, combined! How could she turn that down?!

"Okay," she nodded. Why not do this once more, for old times' sake? "I'll take the case."

"This place doesn't look so haunted!" Vera barely stopped herself from exclaiming when her client answered the door, remembering that it was both where the woman lived, and also that it was her job to see how haunted it was, or wasn't, so it might be best not to make any big declarations like that before she'd even stepped foot inside.

It was an older house, and quite large, so there was a slight creepiness factor to it, the way that all big, old houses had, to some degree, but it was, at the very least, well maintained, only a couple small cobwebs in the corners of the front porch, and no broken windows that she could see from the front of the house. What she really meant, she supposed, was that the place didn't look as obviously spooky as most of the places she'd been for these investigations, where it appeared that someone was intentionally trying to make them look scary... Often, as her and her friends would eventually discover, because someone was doing exactly that.

"Is there a part of the house where you see the most activity?" she asked. "It's usually best to start there." It was almost always the top floor or the basement, the two places most likely to be unsettling on their own anyway.

"Just on the next floor," the woman pointed to the staircase. "I don't get up there too often - my knees, you see - but, like I told you, I keep losing my housekeepers because of it, and there are already not a lot of people willing to come all the way out here, or to tackle such a big house."

Vera could have asked why the woman didn't leave, if it was such a problem, but she thought there was a chance the woman had already explained, and Vera had forgotten. Some sentimental attraction, no doubt... Her father had built it, or her husband had saved up for years to buy it for her... Really, Vera couldn't blame her too much, now that she'd seen it for herself.

"I'll go check it out," she told the woman, "try to get a sense of what's going on, then we can figure out a course of action."

"Sounds good," the woman smiled. "I'll get some tea going. Do you like tea?"

Vera was mostly indifferent to it, though she nodded. "Sure, sounds good." It might be nice, on this cool, fall evening, and it would give her a few moments to collect her thoughts and formulate a theory, assuming anything even happened.

She hadn't been able to tell, exactly, from the outside how many floors this place had, but it was obvious it was more than two, which made it nice she only had to scale one flight of steps to reach her destination. Ultimately, she suspected she'd need to go higher... If her client hadn't been up to this floor on her own lately, and her housekeepers had been getting scared away from it, it was very possible that something was going on in those top floors, and someone was attempting to keep everyone from getting high enough to discover it.

There were a lot of genuinely scary prospects for what that could be, and ghosts, as the woman who had hired her told her it might be, were near the bottom of the list. Who knew what sort of people could be taking advantage of this poor, old woman, and her giant house? All Vera knew was that she probably didn't want to tangle with them, so she was here largely to confirm her suspicions before bringing the police into it, not wanting to call them if she found evidence that this was just a creaky, aging house, or squirrels or something having found a way in...

The first few rooms gave her nothing to go off of, a bit dusty, but otherwise fine. It wasn't until she reached the largest room so far that she began to feel the hair on the back of her neck stick up. "What is this place?" she frowned, looking around. "Is this some kind of nursery?"

She didn't see the thick, cloth diapers floating in the air behind her, not until the door slammed shut on her, and she spun, glasses nearly tumbling off her nose, face turning white... But, by then, it was already too late.

It was no real shock that she'd gotten captured; she was used to that by now. How it had happened, however, was definitely out of the ordinary.

"Hello?" she called, taking a step away from the objects she could see bobbing through the air, drawing closer and closer to her, squinting at the ceiling above them, searching for fishing wire, or some other explanation for what was making them float. "Is somebody here?"

And then she'd felt a tug at her turtleneck, like a pair of icy hands closing around the hem, starting to tug it upwards. "Hey!" she spun around again, her vision obscured as her shirt was yanked up over her head, another pair of hands starting to fumble with her skirt. "Hey, stop that!" she demanded, stomping her foot, shocked to feel her socked foot slam against the floor, one of her shoes already removed before she could finish the motion.

It was all so quick, so efficient... There was absolutely nothing she could do about it! In no time, she was standing there in the middle of the nursery, naked, swallowing anxiously at the new outfit she could see hanging in the air, surrounding her, taunting her with what was about to happen. "Y-You can't do this," she insisted, despite the rather compelling evidence that, if this force, whatever it was, wanted to do it, it was going to. "I-I don't know who you think I am, but I assure you, this is a mistake!"

From what she could see of the nursery, past the pink, baby-print dress, which looked barely long enough that she'd wear it as a shirt, normally, the matching diaper cover, lined in plastic, and with rows of ruffles across the butt, the diaper itself, it was quite big, each piece of furniture sized not for a toddler, but for an adult... In fact, she realized, her stomach churning with the revelation, it was almost like it was all sized exactly for her.

For a moment or two, nothing happened, and Vera wondered if it had worked, if she'd convinced whoever was behind this to pause, to think about what they were doing, to recognize that she wasn't who they wanted... And then, she felt an invisible hand, gathering her short, black hair up into a pair of ponytails, and, all at once, as if that were a signal, everything else swooped in, her hands being lifted over her head, allowing them to be fed into the armholes of the dress, the diaper pushed between her legs, tugged tight, pinned in place... She could even feel another, unseen, pair of hands under her arms, lifting her up to allow the diaper cover to go over her feet, along with a pair of ankle socks.

In no time flat, Vera had been transformed from a young woman to an oversized toddler, and there had been absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. As much as she didn't want the old woman to see her this way, she didn't want to spend another moment in the nursery even more, but as soon as she attempted to make a break for the door, she was lifted up again, her padded bottom plopped down on an oversized rocking horse, as something that did not seem to fit in with the rest of the nursery appeared.

"N-No," she shook her head as she saw them. "Y-You don't need those!" But the cuffs closed around her ankles and wrists anyway, locked into place, and to each other, trapping her there. 

At least she hadn't lost her glasses this time, she thought, struggling uselessly, wrinkling her nose at the sensation of the bulky diaper around her waist, the sound of the plastic of her diaper cover crinkling. And part of her was glad the rest of the group wasn't here to see her this way, to have to rescue her from this humiliating trap... But who was going to do it?! How long was she going to be stuck here?! The thought made her tummy lurch, and the only thing she could think to do to comfort herself, as embarrassing and childish as it was, was to suck her thumb, the way she had when she was a little girl.

"That was quick," a voice said, the door to the nursery slowly opening. "I thought for sure you'd save this room for last... But maybe you aren't as clever as I gave you credit for."

Vera squirmed, blushing, waiting to see who was going to walk through the door, who was behind this, assuming it was someone she and her group had sent to jail, looking for revenge... Instead, the person who strutted in, looking shockingly sexy in a sheer nightie, was... herself?!

"W-Wait, what's going on here?!" Vera shook her head, her skin crawling as she heard herself laugh. Everyone's voice always sounded different in their own head, but she'd seen herself on TV enough to recognize it, even if this sounded slightly deeper, slightly more sensual, in a way.

"Can you not work it out?" the other her smirked, sauntering over, running one finger over Vera's diapered crotch. "I guess this new outfit really does suit you, doesn't it? People always assumed you were the smartest, but I guess wearing glasses doesn't mean you have any brains, does it?"

Vera's cheeks warmed, the insults all the more hurtful coming from her own mouth. "I-I do!" she insisted. "I-I am smart!"

"Then why are you dressed like a baby, and all tied up?" the other Vera taunted, giving the bulky diaper a squeeze. "Why was it so easy for me to turn you into this?"

"Y-You didn't turn me into anything!" Vera shook her head. "I-I'm going to get out of this, and...!"

"No," she replied, "You won't. I can't let you, you see... My last victim managed to escape, and that was a huge nuisance, so now, I've made sure that is never going to happen again. I need you here so I can use your shape... And I have to say, I do like it quite a bit." Vera blushed, feeling very uncomfortable as she watched herself running her hands down her scantily clad body. "Oh, don't look so sad. You weren't doing anything with it, always hiding it with those silly, frumpy little outfits... You still dress the same as you did when you were a teenager, running around solving mysteries. Don't you think that's pathetic? But if you want to continue to dress like a little girl, I'm happy to oblige."

"I-I don't!" Vera said. "D-Definitely not this much of a little girl!"

"Oh, but it suits you so well," the other her reached up, pinching her cheeks. "Besides, as often as you got captured and tied up, I would think you'd have learned how to get out of it... And, that, if you couldn't, you must like it. Is that it, Vera? Do you enjoy being the damsel in distress, making those cute boys come rescue you from the bad guys?"

"N-No," Vera shook her head, blushing.

The other Vera's eyebrows raised, a grin crossing her face. "Oh, so was it the other girl you wanted to come for you? How interesting..." Vera tried to protest that, too, couldn't quite make her mouth work. "I'll tell you what, Vera... I'll give you a fighting chance. Until then, though..." She reached over, picking up a pacifier gag from the dresser beside her.

"W-Wait!" Vera whimpered, her mind racing. "C-Can't you at least tell me who you really are?"

"Vera," the other her scolded, looking down at her disapprovingly. "You don't know?" In a flash of color, she changed, turning into the old woman who had hired her. "You solved my mystery, young lady," she said. There was another flash, Vera seeing herself awash in pink, for a moment, lifting the pacifier gag up. "And now, for your reward..."

With her hands and feet restrained, there was little Vera could do to stop her, or keep herself from being led over to the crib, shoved inside. "And to think I was worried you might see through my story before I could even get you to my house," she chuckled. "Silly me..."

It was a long night for Vera, tied up and trapped in her crib, inevitably forced to give in to the call of nature and wet herself, horrified at the feeling of warm wetness soaking into her diaper, spreading throughout it, making it so much warmer and heavier as it sagged between her legs, reminding her of how far she'd fallen...

"Oh, my," her doppelganger teased, when she appeared the next morning, giving Vera's diaper a squeeze. "Did somebody wet the bed last night?"

Vera shook her head, though she wasn't sure if it was more embarrassing to have had an overnight accident, or to have done it on purpose, to give her aching bladder some relief, assuming, after what felt like hours of looking around at her nursery, at her restraints, seeing no way out of either, that she had no choice.

"Don't worry," the other her winked, lifting her up onto the changing table. "You will... Just give it time."

Vera whined behind her pacifier. She didn't want to be a bedwetter! She didn't want to be stuck in diapers! This person - or whatever she was - that had stolen her face had claimed she was going to give her a chance... With the gag in, however, Vera couldn't point that out, tell her that, whatever it was that she had to do to get out of this, she'd do...

Even after she'd been carried to the high chair for breakfast, she didn't have an opportunity to speak, the other her immediately replacing the pacifier gag with an overflowing spoonful of oatmeal and prunes, shoveling in more and more whenever Vera had swallowed or spit out enough where she almost could squeak out a sound, finishing up with a bottle of milk, and then, as soon as it was drained, shoved the pacifier gag back into place.

She wasn't confined to her crib afterwards, but it hardly mattered. Even crawling was a challenge, with how short the chain between her ankle cuffs was, and, while she did eventually make her way to the nursery door, and climbed to her feet, she discovered it was locked. She knew a bit about lockpicking, although without any tools, and her hands unable to move freely, she doubted she could do much with that knowledge.

Her lunch went about as well as breakfast, if not a bit worse because of the heaviness she could feel in her tummy, well before the doppelganger started force-feeding her baby food, and supper was more of the same, except that heaviness had turned into full-on discomfort, the cramps making it difficult to sit still, leading to more of the mushy goo getting spread across her face.

She did think, at first, that she'd grown more accustomed to this prison - whether that was a good thing or not - since it hadn't felt like nearly as long a stretch between lunch and dinner as it had between breakfast and lunch, until the other her had finished up, wiping her face off and plopping her back into her crib.

"I know it's a little early for supper," she said, "but I wanted you to have your chance to get away tonight."

Vera's eyebrows raised, mumbling a question into her gag about what she needed to do.

"You don't have to do anything," the other her smirked, and, with a flash of color, she'd changed, her clothes morphing into a sexy sweater dress that, even on her own, stolen body, Vera couldn't help being impressed, and a little turned on, by. "I invited your little friend over... If she realizes that this," she ran her hands over her body, Vera blushing, wriggling in her crib at the motion, "isn't you, then I'll let you go. But, if not... I'm going to be keeping this form, and, by extension, you. Good luck." She gave Vera's diaper a pat, waved her hand over the crib, and strutted out, leaving Vera staring after her, stunned.

Vera discovered, a few minutes later, why the doppelganger had made that gesture over the crib, as an image popped to life in that same space, almost like a TV, letting her watch as the front door of the old house opened, revealing Darcy standing there in a sexy nurse's dress. Vera felt the heat building up in her face, and elsewhere, squirming in her crib as the girl looked the other Vera up and down.

"That's quite the costume," she commented. Vera's eyebrows raised; did she know already?! Surely, the doppelganger should have realized wearing something that revealing, that sexy, was going to tip Darcy off!

"You know how it is," the other Vera giggled, posing. "Halloween comes around once a year... Why not use it to be a little daring? Although, I have to say, I kind of like it... Maybe I should start dressing more like this all the time."

That was definitely going to do it... Darcy had to know her well enough to know that, even if she got up the courage to wear that on Halloween, she'd never dare do it any other time!

"You should," Darcy smiled. "You've always been so pretty, Vera... I don't know how many times I tried to get you to let me give you a makeover. You look great!"

A part of Vera was proud, knowing that it was a version of her body that Darcy was saying that about... Another couldn't help being nervous, wriggling in her crib, groaning as another cramp hit her. "So," Darcy said after a moment, "why are we all the way out here again?"

"I was hired to investigate this place," the other Vera told her. "I didn't find anything, but it's such a nice place... I thought maybe we could just hang out here for a bit."

"It's not bad," Darcy looked around. "I have a Halloween party tonight, though, and..."

"I poured us some wine!" the doppelganger grinned, picking up a pair of glasses, handing one to Darcy. "Come on, just for a little while, for old times' sake!" Vera could see Darcy hesitate, then shrug. 

"Okay," she agreed. "Why not?"

Vera whimpered, watching helplessly as they chatted, Darcy showing no signs at all that she saw anything wrong with the version of Vera in front of her... If anything, it seemed like she was getting along with her better than she ever had with the real Vera! Vera squirmed, trying to move the crib, to make it rock and make noise, to encourage Darcy to come investigate, and find her here, but it was too big, too sturdy... And her efforts were too often interrupted by another pain in her stomach, another reminder of all the food she'd been fed that day, and how, eventually, it was all going to have to come out...

"Well, this has been nice," Darcy said at last, "but I do need to get going to that party... It was great to see you, and..."

Vera groaned behind her pacifier gag, trying to will her to stay, knowing that the longer she was here, the more chance there was for the other Vera to slip up... And, almost as if she'd heard, and wanted to help, the other her spoke up. "Wait... There's something I've always wanted to do, and, I don't know... Being here, tonight, in this outfit... I finally feel ready to do it."

And then, to Vera's shock, and horror, she leaned over, planted a kiss on Darcy's lips. She froze in her crib, staring, part of her wanting Darcy to pull away, while another wanted to see her embrace it, to return it, to get confirmation that Darcy felt the same way, even if it wasn't happening to the real her. It was the latter that won. "Oh, Vera," Darcy moaned when they pulled away. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to do that."

Vera turned bright red as the two started to kiss again, and then more... Much more. Even with one of the participants being 'her', it felt wrong to watch it, yet, at the same time, she couldn't help it, feeling so turned on by it that she didn't fully realize the consequences, until the next cramp hit, and her bowels could no longer take it. She gasped into her pacifier gag, feeling a flow of warm, mushy mess begin pushing out into her diaper, refusing to stop despite her best efforts.

Sitting there, filling her pants, Vera suddenly grasped that Darcy's lack of resistance, the ease with which she'd returned the doppelganger's affections, meant that she not only had feelings for Vera, but that she had no suspicions at all that this person in front of her wasn't Vera... And that meant Vera wasn't going to be getting out of her anytime soon.

They did, eventually, move out of the living room, the image over Vera's bed vanishing, keeping her from having to witness it, but she could still hear the moaning coming from other parts of the house, and knew exactly what was happening as she laid there in her poopy diapers, sucking pitifully on her paci.

The doppelganger was practically glowing when she finally came back to the nursery the next day. "I don't think we need these anymore, do we?" she asked, removing Vera's restraints.

"N-No, ma'am," Vera shook her head, barely noticing as her thumb made its way into her now-empty mouth automatically, as if it knew that was where it belonged now. She didn't fight as the other her cleaned her up, changing her into a new diaper and baby outfit, didn't try to escape, even though she didn't hear the door lock when the doppelganger left. What did it matter? She pondered as she laid on her back, hugging a plushy to her chest. Clearly, the doppelganger was better at being her than she'd ever been... By comparison, she really was just a little girl, one who belonged here, in her nursery, for as long as her Mommy wanted her there...