Published: May 14th 2022, 12:00:04 pm
Plans went wrong all the time; it was all in how you reacted to that, how capable you were of rolling with the changes, adapting... This was hardly the first time Elizabeth had wound up in diapers as an adult, or even over the past few months. And yet, somehow, this felt different, in a way she couldn't quite describe...
Perhaps it was the fact that Holly had been there, wearing Elizabeth's own shirt - and the silly, childish panties Elizabeth had picked out for her, which helped a little - kneeling down and tugging the sides of the diaper tight. Elizabeth had asked her to do that, of course, knowing that, by herself, she would never be able to get it on as nicely as a Nanny could. Holly probably couldn't, either, not even when she was doing it to someone else, but she could get it closer, hopefully enough so that a normal babysitter wouldn't think anything of it... If they saw the crooked mess that came from Elizabeth's own attempts to diaper herself, they'd know something was up, and that was a bad way to start things off.
Knowing that she'd requested it, that it was to give this silly experiment the best possible chance of success, which she felt like she owed Holly, didn't do much in the moment, however; seeing the older woman's face there, unable to hide her delight, reminded her of why she'd said yes in the first place, of how long it had been since she'd trapped Holly in these big, bulky, crinkly things... And made her worry, as she squirmed in one she'd be wearing, until she could escape, that maybe she'd made a mistake, that maybe Holly had something planned...
It really was remarkable, she thought, climbing to her feet and examining herself in the mirror, how similar they looked now that she was wearing the outfit Holly's Mommy had picked out for her. Was that what was bothering her? Knowing that Mommy was involved, even if she was away on a trip? She didn't like doing anything involving Nannies, because she knew how dangerous that could be... She'd never have tried this on her own. Sure, Mommy wouldn't be home, but it was still too close for comfort, knowing Holly was a Nanny's personal adult baby. The reason she was that in the first place, though, was Elizabeth.
She deserved this, she thought, straightening the skirt of the jumper. In another world, one where she hadn't chickened out at the last second, and had gone through with letting Nanny take care of her while her parents were away, so long ago, instead of tricking this 'Holly' into taking her place, she might have wound up right back here anyway, in this very same outfit, wearing these same diapers... And how many people, since then, had she ensured ended up in this same position? It wouldn't hurt her to spend a day or two like this... That feeling welling up in her was probably just the knowledge that this was karma.
And, sure enough, as she decided that was likely all it was, Holly finished getting the jeans on and started to tease her. It was telling, Elizabeth thought haughtily to herself, that her new outfit looked more natural on her than Holly's looked. They'd both played both these roles, in the past... Obviously, they'd both been toddlers at one point, even if Holly had been treated like one for much longer. And, before she'd had the misfortune of meeting Elizabeth, Holly had been an adult. But now, wearing Elizabeth's clothes, she looked more like a little girl playing dress-up, rather than someone slipping back into their old self...
It had been too long, Elizabeth thought with a smirk. Holly had no idea what being a grown-up even entailed anymore... This was going to be even easier than she'd assumed. She almost felt sorry for her... In the end, though, it would be for the best. This would show Holly that being with her Mommy was where she belonged, that she wasn't suited to be a big girl anymore. It was now just a question of whether the babysitter would spot that right away, too, and suspect something strange was going on.
She was still feeling pretty smug when Holly dropped the bombshell on her. "Mommy knows I messed my diaper," she practically crowed, "so she probably told the babysitter about it, so she'd know what to expect... So, if you don't want the babysitter to be suspicious about why your pants are suddenly clean... Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to go ahead and poop your pants, little girl."
"What?!" Elizabeth squealed, before she could stop herself. She squirmed, blushing, watching as Holly grinned down at her, the heels giving her a slight height advantage, like the one Elizabeth had gotten to enjoy before this, though the effect wasn't quite the same when Elizabeth had seen Holly stumble just a few moments before, almost falling when she took her first step, having a far harder time adjusting to walking in them than Elizabeth was having recalling how to walk in a particularly thick diaper.
"You heard me," Holly giggled, reaching down to grab the hem of Elizabeth's jumper, flipping it upwards, letting it flutter down. "You should probably wet it, too, since we've been here a while."
"You little brat," Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. "Why didn't you say something before?!"
That only made Holly laugh harder. "It was more fun this way!"
She had a point there... That was definitely how Elizabeth would have done it, if this were one of her cons. That didn't mean she had to like having it done to her, however. "What if I don't have to go?" she pointed out, crossing her arms. "What then? If you'd mentioned it at the store, we could have picked up some suppositories or something!"
"That would be too easy," Holly shrugged. "You can't rely on always having those around... I wanted to help you get used to what it was like to really have to do it on your own."
"Yeah, right," Elizabeth rolled her eyes, not buying it for a second. "You just didn't think of it. I bet you'd love nothing more than to push a few of those into my bottom and watch me squirm..."
It did bring up an interesting conundrum, though. Holly was definitely not potty trained anymore, not really... If Elizabeth was seen trying to hold it too long, or not using her diapers often enough, that might be another red flag. Then again, there were probably plenty of things she could use in Holly's nursery to help her play her part better, in regards to that...
But it didn't help her now. And, while she wouldn't have worn it anyway, unless this was a matter of life and death, they'd gotten rid of Holly's old diaper back at the store, so she couldn't cheat that way, either. She really was just going to have to do this.
"Come on," Holly urged. "Rehearsal could end early, or the babysitter could show up, in case it does... If somebody tells her we're back here, and she finds you in a totally clean diaper..."
"Fine, fine!" Elizabeth snapped, hating that the girl had a point. She probably should have seen this coming anyway, she thought grumpily. There was no way Holly made it through an entire rehearsal dry; her Pull-Up had been soaked by the time they got back from the store and did their song! Surely even she wasn't a big enough baby to mess her pants at the theater, though, in front of all those people... It only made sense that it had happened before.
Peeing her pants wasn't a big deal... She'd done that plenty of times, to make herself seem more vulnerable to one of her victims, or to 'prove' that she was starting to have accidents, the same as them, so they wouldn't get suspicious, or to set them up, pretending that the resulting puddles, or wet panties, had come from them. She barely had to shift her position before she was able to let her bladder go, feeling it flow into her waiting diaper, barely even blushing as the padding swelled up to absorb it all, growing warm and squishy around her crotch.
Pooping, on the other hand... That had happened, every now and then, when things went south, and she had to bide her time, waiting for the opportunity to escape, when she fell briefly into the same trap she'd set for someone else, but it was far more rare. There were easier, less stinky ways to do that... Even with Evelyn, her last victim, she'd just used some of her underwear as toilet paper to make her maid think the girl didn't deserve to wear them, no full-blown messes necessary.
Elizabeth fidgeted, looking away from Holly, then closing her eyes, starting to strain... But nothing happened. "I-I don't think I can," she shook her head. "Maybe we should switch back, and forget about this whole..."
"Don't be silly," Holly told her. "Just squat down and fill your diapers like a good girl."
There, in that moment, Holly standing still, so that her unsteadiness in her heels wasn't a factor, smirking down at Elizabeth, giving her orders, there was a flash, however brief, of the girl's old self, of her adulthood creeping back in. Suddenly, the fact that Elizabeth had handed over her purse, her keys, her ID, her credit cards, her phone, to her, voluntarily, leaving her with nothing but a now wet diaper hit her like a truck. "H-Holly..." she blinked up at her, squirming.
"No," the woman shook her head. "You're Holly now, remember? You always have been." She reached out, putting her hands on Elizabeth's shoulders, pushing her down, Elizabeth's knees bending, letting her be shoved down into the position the other Holly had told her to take... Prime position to follow the rest of her orders, as humiliating as they were.
And she was right... She was Holly. She'd gone by that name for years, growing up, as she first learned about her interest in diapers, finding stuff online, dreaming about this... This was who she was, deep down, even if she wasn't used to being called that anymore...
"Come on," Holly urged. "Be a good girl and push..."
"I-I can't," Elizabeth sniffed, looking up, and up, the difference in their sizes now appearing huge, with her squatting down so low. "I-I don't wanna..."
"You have to," Holly reminded her. "You have to go poopy, sweetie."
"St-Stop it!" Elizabeth whined, trying to wave Holly away from her. She was making this all so much harder, so much more embarrassing... All it had taken was one demonstration of her power, one good shove on Elizabeth's shoulders, and she was crumbling... What was wrong with her?! "Go away!"
"We can't go anywhere until you push all those stinky messes into your pants," Holly cooed. "Holly does that all the time, doesn't she?"
It was all so confusing, knowing that this woman in front of her was Holly, but that she was, too... Remembering all the times Nanny had written to her about Holly's misadventures, about the absolutely mortifying-sounding situations she'd been in, where she'd helplessly filled her pants, like the baby she was... Like the baby Holly was...
Elizabeth whimpered, eyes widening as she felt an involuntary push, either her body recognizing what this stance was for, or her mind growing confused about which Holly it was she was thinking about, who had done this very thing so many times, so what was one more? Immediately, she tried to stand up, to straighten her legs, but the other Holly's hands were right there on her shoulders, holding her down, keeping her there...
"N-No..." Elizabeth groaned, trying to hold it, trying to stop it, as a lump began to form in the seat of her diaper, growing and spreading, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. She didn't even notice when Holly finally let go of her; by then, there was nothing she could do except keep pushing, feeling her diaper ballooning out beneath her, sagging as she thoroughly, helplessly, messed it.
"All done?" Holly asked, when Elizabeth had stopped grunting, a bit of the redness fading from her face.
"Y-Yeah," Elizabeth said quietly. "I-I think so..."
"Good girl," Holly smiled, and, without hesitating, she gave her a shove, making her lose her balance, Velcro sneakers squeaking on the floor beneath her as she fell flat onto her freshly filled bottom.
"H-Hey!" Elizabeth gasped, tears filling her eyes. Holly looked taller than ever, looming above her while she wiggled, feeling the fresh mush squelch around her backside... And she looked more like Elizabeth than ever, too, just like Elizabeth knew she must look more like the other Holly than ever now.
"Oh, come on," Holly giggled. "We have to make it look good, right? I was in my car seat when it happened, so it was pretty squished to begin with, but even if it wasn't, do you think the babysitter will believe you've been standing for all of rehearsal?"
"R-Right," Elizabeth nodded. That did make sense... Did Holly really have to take so much obvious delight in it, though?
She knew there wasn't actually any difference, but, when she got back to her feet, it did fell as if she'd grown smaller, as if Holly was much taller than her now, instead of only a bit, only what the heels provided. She tugged at the hem of her dress, wrinkling her nose as the smell of her diaper hit her, reminding her anew of what a completely infantile thing she'd done...
It was for the disguise, she reminded herself. This was all just a disguise... It didn't matter what Holly had told her while it was happening, while she was vulnerable... Her name had been Holly once, yes, but that wasn't who she was anymore! And even when she had been, she hadn't been the same Holly as the one she'd seen when she first showed up to rehearsal, despite how much she now looked like that one...
"It really is like riding a bike, isn't it?" Holly marveled, taking a few more steps in the heels, each one more stable than the last. "All I needed was a little practice. And you... You didn't need any at all, did you?" Her eyes glimmered with amusement at the display Elizabeth had put on. "You're a natural!"
"Maybe I'm just a better actress than you," Elizabeth huffed, eager to pretend that was all that had happened.
"Maybe," Holly shrugged, sounding unconvinced. "Oh, and there's one other thing I forgot to mention..."
Elizabeth sighed, rolling her eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah," Holly nodded with a smile. "Mommy gave me a spanking right before this, so you probably need a red bottom, too, so..."
"No," Elizabeth stopped her short, feeling a bit more herself as she spotted the lie, or at least a bit less confident that Holly had been playing her, that she was more clever than she let on, and had something devious up her sleeve when it came to this arrangement.
"Uh-huh!" Holly pouted, her adult act already starting to fade, at the slightest challenge. "She did!"
"I helped you clean up in that bathroom stall," Elizabeth reminded her, "and I saw you change here. I didn't see any red there."
"Oh, fine," Holly grumbled. "It was worth a shot!"
"Sure," Elizabeth said. "I guess I can't blame you for that." She was glad she'd seen through it, though... Winding up over the girl's lap like this, in a dirty diaper, would not have been a good way to start things off.
It was a good thing, too, since it wasn't long after - probably not long enough for a proper spanking - before the door to the dressing room rattled, trying to turn. They'd locked it, of course, so it wasn't like they'd have been walked in on while she was in the middle of a spanking, but the walls weren't thick enough to muffle the sound, especially if Holly had managed to get her wailing by then.
Holly's eyes darted over to it, her cheeks reddening a tiny bit, as if she were still the one in a messy diaper, before her gaze turned to Elizabeth. "Don't look at me," Elizabeth shrugged. "Would you answer it, if..." She gestured to what she was wearing.
"O-Oh, right," Holly blinked. "I-I guess not." Between the two of them, it was clear she was the one who ought to be in charge, but that wasn't something she'd had to do for a long time. She walked over to the door, Elizabeth having to admit that it was hard to tell that, only a few minutes before, she'd barely been able to stand up in the heels without falling, and opened it.
"Sorry!" she exclaimed, her blush deepening. "I didn't realize we'd locked it! We were just working!"
Elizabeth swallowed a snicker at how flustered the other girl sounded, like a kid caught misbehaving by an adult and trying to talk her way out of it. She might look the part, with Holly's clothes on, and she might have taken some joy in tormenting Elizabeth, but when other, real grown-ups showed up, it was obvious that Holly was not one of them.
"That's fine," the director told her nonchalantly. "Rehearsal is over, though, and there's someone looking for..." Her eyes turned to Elizabeth, and it was her turn to blush, to squirm, tugging nervously on the hem of her jumper. It was one thing to have Holly see her this way... Having someone else look at her, even if she didn't know what was hiding beneath her skirt, was far more embarrassing, especially as she felt the mucky mass shift in her pants as she wiggled. "You."
"R-Right," Elizabeth nodded. "That's my ride! Thanks!"
"I want to thank both of you for showing up," the director replied. "I'm glad we're finally going to make this happen, after all these years... I think it's going to be great."
"Me, too," Holly agreed. "Don't you think so, Holly?"
"Y-Yeah," Elizabeth said. "I-I'm sure it will be..."
Elizabeth didn't have to wait for Holly, and it might have been easier if she hadn't, but, as she stood there, staring at the open door of the dressing room, she couldn't quite bring herself to step through it, not knowing who all was still in the theater, who she might run into. It wasn't until Holly pushed her out, with a pat on her bottom, that Elizabeth was able to step out of the dressing room and shuffle through the building, to the lobby.
There were, indeed, plenty of people who hadn't left yet, standing around the lobby in small groups, chatting. Even so, there was no question about who the director had been talking about... And, if there had been there was clearly no question in that person's mind about who she was there to pick up, because she headed right for Elizabeth, barely even seeming to notice Holly behind her.
She was tall, blonde, voluptuous, Elizabeth feeling a pang of jealousy as she bent over to look her in the eye, giving her a perfect view down the front of her low-cut shirt, the fact that Holly was currently wearing her padded bra instead of her making her feel particularly inadequate. She was also almost certainly younger than Elizabeth, which only added insult to injury... Though, it would have been even worse for Holly, no doubt, since the difference in their ages was even bigger.
"Hello, there!" she gushed. "My name is Annika! And you," she beamed, giving Elizabeth's tummy a little poke, "must be Holly, right?"
Elizabeth squirmed, wondering what she'd gotten herself into. She glanced back at Holly, who was watching it all silently, a smug smile on her face. "Y-Yeah," she nodded, taking a deep breath. "I guess I am..."