Published: October 28th 2022, 12:00:08 pm
Heather gave Lizzie a comforting smile as she opened up the car's back door, mouthing, "Good luck," but, out loud, she asked, "How's your Pull-Up doing, kitten? You didn't leak already, did you?"
Lizzie blushed and wriggled in her car seat, peering around Heather's giant form to see that there were other workers shuffling past, moving towards the exit of the parking garage. The performance had already begun... And Heather had probably been right in her decision to go with a car seat after all, Lizzie had to admit. On jobs like these, it was the little things that added up, that made people suspicious of you... Perhaps, if somebody saw her just riding in the back seat normally, they wouldn't question it, but then, if they saw something else strange from her later on, they might put the two together, start to wonder if something was going on...
"No, Mommy," she answered, turning up her volume a notch or two, and dialing up the sweetness of her voice as well, to Heather's surprise. That was another trick she'd picked up... Having a baby voice could be a big help in getting what she wanted, so she'd learned to speak a bit higher, sound just a touch more vapid.
"Well, we'll see about that," Heather cooed, leaning in, over the car seat, her body blocking what she was really doing, which was stroking the side of Lizzie's arm, quietly asking, "Are you ready?" Lizzie swallowed, nodded. "What a good girl!" Heather declared, unbuckling the car seat's harness. "Now, let's get you inside, poor thing."
Heather scooped up the diaper bag from the back seat, throwing it over the opposite shoulder from her purse, then grabbed the end of the leash, lifting Lizzie down out of the car. "Stay close," Heather ordered, tightening her grip on the leash, pulling Lizzie in, giving her very little leeway. "Don't go running off anywhere... It's still dangerous here, just like the road. You're not allowed to cross the road on your own, are you?"
Lizzie blushed, thinking of the hundreds, if not thousands, of times she'd done exactly that... She was playing a role, however, and in this role, she wouldn't have had the luxury of being trusted to do that sort of thing. Ideally, everyone should believe she wasn't allowed to go anywhere, to do anything, on her own. She was a baby, through and through, a helpless, silly little baby, who could not only be trusted to be taken anywhere her Mommy went, but who, if anything did go wrong there, would never in a million years be suspected of being the culprit.
Of course, that did mean, if something did go south, Heather might be the prime subject... Her babyhood might help with that, too, though, if everyone remembered Heather using all her time and attention to look after her, and Heather seemed to have understood that assignment.
"Kitten," she said, her voice both almost sing-songy, and a stern warning, all at the same time, in a way Lizzie didn't entirely understand, yet that sent a shiver down her spine, "You're not allowed to cross the road on your own, are you?"
"No, Mommy," Lizzie answered.
"Good girl," Heather smiled at her, giving the leash a tug, practically pulling Lizzie on top of her. "Stay right here, right by Mommy's leg, then. If I feel you trying to run off, I'm going to carry you."
Lizzie blushed, sidling up beside Heather, one arm around her teddy bear, the other instinctively reaching up, grabbing a handful of Heather's skirt. Heather glanced down a moment, looking surprised, although, from the way her expression shifted when she saw what was going on, it didn't seem to be in a bad way. "Oh, I could just eat you up, you precious little thing," she cooed, ruffling Lizzie's hair. "But let's get inside first."
Lizzie nodded, sucking away at her pacifier as she toddled along, easily keeping up with the small steps Heather was taking. This was all theater, she reminded herself, not real... Even if it felt like it must be, as loud as the parking garage was, as unlikely as it felt like anyone could overhear. That made it seem like it was a performance just for them.
There were plenty of people around, however, and whether they could make out what was being said or not, they could see their actions, and - especially with someone as inexperienced as Heather as her partner - the most convincing way to act the way your cover story dictated that you should was to talk the talk and walk the walk at the same time, to not try to half-ass it when you thought you could get away with it... Full commitment was the best policy. And if that meant being Heather's little girl for the day... Well, there were worst fates Lizzie could imagine.
In the garage, most people seemed interested in reaching the same goal Heather had set for them, though that didn't stop them from staring at Lizzie, smiling, even waving, then chuckling as Lizzie shyly hid behind her Mommy's skirt. There wasn't much else she could do, really, with her hands and mouth full. She could speak around her pacifier, thankfully, since Heather hadn't, and wouldn't, lock it, but there was no way she'd be able to talk loudly enough for anyone further away than Heather to hear her.
When they got inside, on the other hand, things changed quickly. Heather unwound the leash, just a little; it hardly mattered, however, when Lizzie stayed glued to her side, shocked at how many office workers were there, filing in. With the sounds of traffic behind them, it was far easier to tell what they were saying.
"Heather!" one of the women squealed, kneeling down to get a closer look at Lizzie. "Look at her! Where did you adopt her from?!"
"She was a special case," Heather replied smoothly, rubbing Lizzie's back.
"Oh, a troublemaker, huh?" the woman smirked, looking Lizzie up and down.
"Not anymore," Heather said. "She's my sweet little kitten, who would never dream of doing anything naughty, isn't that right?"
Lizzie almost questioned Heather's answer, probably thought up on the fly - she cursed herself for not preparing her, having not considered that part of their backstory being brought up - but it made sense, she supposed. Mention an adoption agency by name, and this woman might eventually go to them, mention Heather had done business with them in the past, and discover that she'd been lying... A 'special case' generally meant she came from the court system, and, depending on what she had been convicted for, her records could be sealed, unsearchable.
It might make Lizzie more suspicious, except that the crimes she might have wound up in the system for were could be as innocuous as jaywalking. And, if it was more serious, she wouldn't be trusted to be adopted out until she'd been through some serious hypnosis to make her completely docile. When it came to littles, there were very, very few repeat offenders.
"No, Mommy," Lizzie babbled behind her pacifier, shaking her head. "I'm a good girl."
"Aww," the other woman smiled, unable to resist giving Lizzie a quick hug. "I bet you are! You're going to have so much fun at daycare today!"
Heather saw Lizzie's discomfort, stepping in. "You might not want to get so close," she warned. "She isn't feeling so well... That's why she's here, and not with her nanny. I'm going to keep an eye on her in my office. I don't think she's contagious, but you never know."
"Poor baby," the woman stroked Lizzie's hair. "She looks fine to me... I bet she just wanted an excuse to spend more time with her Mommy." She winked at Heather, but, thankfully, left them alone. Heather gave Lizzie an apologetic look, the best she could do at the moment without seeming suspicious.
There were a few more encounters like that before they even made it to the reception desk, everyone seeming to want to get a closer look at Heather's new baby, whether it was the excitement of an unfamiliar little being on the premises, or happiness for Heather to have gotten one at last. Lizzie had no doubt Heather had confided in her co-workers about how much she'd wanted to adopt in the past, and, if she'd done what Lizzie had asked, she'd transitioned to saying that she'd found someone in the lead-up to today.
Of course, Lizzie wouldn't have blamed her if she hadn't, or if she'd kept that to a minimum. It was kind of a cruel thing she was asking, she realized, making Heather pretend she'd gotten what she wanted, when that wasn't really the case. She had let Heather dress her up - though not in diapers - and take a few pictures she could show off, and she'd promised that, if it came to that, and Heather had any of her office friends over, Lizzie would come and make a token appearance before being put 'to bed' in her nursery, while she waited for them to leave, but, fortunately, Heather hadn't taken her up on that... Not yet, anyway. Lizzie had also acknowledged that her offer would have to extend after today, too, after those friends may have seen her in person.
"Oh, my goodness!" the receptionist exclaimed when she saw Lizzie waddling towards the desk. "There she is, in the flesh! Put her up here, Heather, let me get a good look at her!"
Lizzie had known she was going to draw attention... It seemed counter-intuitive to her plan, though she knew she would have been more suspicious, running around on her own, and would have had far less access... And, surely, people would eventually get used to her, and stop acting like this... Right? She didn't know if it was the outfit, or her being by Heather's side, being, presumably, the baby she'd wanted for so long, but she was starting to feel like a celebrity here.
"I shouldn't," Heather repeated what was becoming a familiar refrain. "She isn't feeling well, and I don't want you to catch..."
"Nonsense!" the receptionist insisted. "I'll suffer through some sniffles if I have to to get some baby snuggles!"
Lizzie pouted up at Heather as the Amazon picked her up, plopping her down on the reception desk, the receptionist immediately reaching out and giving Lizzie's tummy a tickle. Lizzie had a flashback to that morning, to how she'd lost another pair of her day of the week panties to this exact thing... But she couldn't help her body's reaction, giggling and squirming, which was probably a good thing, since, like it or not, that was what she needed to do for her role anyway.
If it had kept going, Lizzie very likely would have had another accident, would have wet her trainers right there; Heather had to know that, too, after she'd successfully made her pee herself that morning. Thankfully, Heather stepped in with a gentle, "Please don't do that. It's her tummy that's hurting."
"Oh, poor baby," the receptionist said. "When was the last time she made poopies?" She gave Lizzie's bottom a pat, her eyebrows raising as her hand made contact. "That's all you have her in?"
"I don't think that's the issue," Heather replied. "But I have some nice, thick diapers for her, just in case." She glanced down at the diaper bag.
The receptionist chuckled. "That's good... I was going to say, I have some spares here if you need them!" She opened up her desk drawer, producing a large, white diaper. "I also have some candy here that could help her, if you want to be extra sure that isn't what's bothering her." She gave Heather a knowing wink.
Everyone really did think she was a baby, didn't they? That she was so dumb she wouldn't notice their winks, or wouldn't be able to decipher what they meant... It was embarrassing enough, sitting there between these two Amazons while they discussed her bathroom habits, and what she was wearing, as if she wasn't there... How mortifying would it be if Heather said yes, if she let the receptionist give Lizzie the candy, and Lizzie had to eat it, like she didn't know what it was meant to do, like she was as clueless as they believed her to be?
Luckily, that didn't happen, Heather taking mercy on her. "No, I'm already pretty certain," she said, as diplomatically as she could manage. "But I appreciate the offer."
"All right," the receptionist shrugged. "They'll probably do the same with her as soon as she gets to daycare, anyway... Well, after they take her temperature to be sure she's not faking it."
She gave Lizzie's backside another pat, no doubt indicating exactly where the thermometer would go, if she wind up in daycare. She squirmed, imagining herself lying there, feeling it inside her, knowing that it was going to show the truth, that there was nothing she could do... The workers there would probably still give her something to make her mess herself anyway, afterwards, and either use that as a justification for taking away her Pull-Ups, or put her right into a diaper for lying, and then make her stay in it for a while as punishment. Resisting would only get her an extra dose of the hypnosis she knew most of those places used, perhaps enough that, by the end of the day, she'd forget all about her adult life, would assume that had all been one big game of make-believe... And there wouldn't be a thing she could do about any of it...
All Heather had to do was say yes, to take her where everyone appeared to believe she was going anyway, dropping her off at the office daycare. Nobody would think twice about Lizzie's protests, her pleading with Heather not to do it, not when it was her first day there. They'd see it as normal nerves at being separated from her Mommy...
And if Lizzie knew all of this, Heather must, too. They might not know it, but everyone presuming that was where she was headed, mentioning it to Heather, felt like them pushing her to do it. One little detour, and she could have the thing she'd been dreaming about for all these years, that Lizzie didn't know if she could ever let herself fully be for her, no matter how much she knew Heather wanted it, and that she wanted to make Heather happy.
She knew, deep down, that Heather wouldn't do that, that Heather had passed up plenty of other opportunities, that she'd more than earned her trust... But this was so perfect, like Lizzie had handed it to her on a silver patter, with a pretty bow on top. She'd asked for all this, she'd let herself be brought here, dressed this way, with the two of them fully committing to roleplaying as baby and Mommy... It would be so natural to make that call. They could go visit the target a little later, after Lizzie had a bit of time at daycare... Just enough to loosen her up, to make her more receptive to all this... That might be enough...
Of course, Heather didn't, Lizzie feeling guilty for even entertaining the notion that she might say anything other than, "She's not going to daycare," the same as she had every other time it had come up on the way here. "I wouldn't want her getting anyone else's little one sick, if she isn't faking it. Better safe than sorry, right?"
"I suppose," the receptionist agreed. "Are you going to have her running around under your feet the whole day? That seems like a real nuisance... No offense." She poked at Lizzie's tummy, before remembering that she was, supposedly, not feeling well there. "Sorry, cutie."
"Her nanny should be available later today, so I'm hoping I can take her back home on my lunch break," Heather explained. That was the plan, anyway... If they could get into the target's office and plant the camera before lunch. They ought to be able to... Lizzie had gotten Heather to find out his schedule for the day, and he had some meetings in the morning, but a pretty wide opening after that where they could waltz in. And if they missed that for whatever reason, if something came up that Heather had to handle, or if somebody else was in his office when they showed up, Heather could say her nanny wasn't able to make it after all, and they'd try again later on... That would mean spending the whole day like this, however, so Lizzie had her fingers crossed that there were no complications.
"Still," the receptionist said. "I'm sure you have important work to do... I could look after her here, if you wanted."
Lizzie's eyes shot back towards Heather involuntarily, but Heather was already shaking her head. "No, I couldn't impose on you like that."
"It wouldn't be!" the receptionist promised. "I bet she'd be a wonderful little assistant, saying hello to everyone! And people would love it! Plus, I have some coloring pages she could work on if she got bored."
Lizzie felt her nose wrinkling, despite her best efforts not to react. There was no way she was going to let herself sit here, waving at anyone and everyone who walked in, letting them all see her in this outfit... And she definitely didn't want to do that with this woman, who she knew had diapers, and candy that would lead to her using them, and who, most likely, would have no qualms about using both on her once her Mommy was out of the way, and she could do whatever she wanted with her new playtoy...
"I bet that would be a lot of fun," Heather replied diplomatically. "I'd feel better having her in my office, where I can keep an eye on her, though. And where I have a door."
"I'd watch her," the receptionist pouted, sounding disappointed that Heather was taking the bait. "And she has that leash... She wouldn't go anywhere!"
"I appreciate it," Heather told her, plucking Lizzie off the desk as her final answer.
"Hold on!" the receptionist declared, Lizzie squirming nervously, wondering if something had gone wrong already, if the woman had seen through them, if, perhaps, she remembered Lizzie from her last visit there, and had just been stalling, waiting for security to arrive to take them away. "I didn't get my snuggles. Nobody this cute is allowed in without paying my toll!"
Lizzie couldn't help shooting Heather a pout, but that didn't stop her from being set back down on the desk, given a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. "I hope we get to see you more often!" the receptionist said. "You have to tell your Mommy she can't keep you all to herself all the time anymore!"
"O-Okay," Lizzie nodded, hoping that would let her get away from the woman.
"Here," the receptionist whispered, going in for one more squeeze, slipping a piece of candy into the front pocket of Lizzie's shortalls. "That's just for you."
"Th-Thanks," Lizzie stammered as she was lifted back down onto the floor, giving the woman a wave as Heather led her away from the desk, towards the elevators. She didn't know if Heather had seen the exchange or not, or if it was the same kind of candy that the woman had wanted to give her before... She wasn't about to try it to find out, however.
Somehow, they managed to get an elevator to themselves, Lizzie letting out a mental sigh of relief to see Heather push the button for the floor where her office was, rather than the one with a helpful label on it, telling her that it was where the daycare was. She hadn't really thought Heather would do it, but it was still nice to see that for sure.
"You holding up?" Heather asked, after the doors had slid closed, and the elevator began to glide upwards.
Lizzie nodded, realizing only then how hard she was sucking on her pacifier, how tired she felt already. "Uh-huh," she mumbled. She was... But she really hoped they were able to get this done early, and get her out of there before lunch, because she wasn't sure she was going to be able to take a full day of this. "You're doing great."
"You, too, kitten," Heather smiled, then tightening her grip on the leash, her tone changing immediately at the elevator lurched to a stop and the doors began to open. "Come on, sweetie," she ordered. "Let's get you into my office where you can lay down, okay?"
"Yes, Mommy," Lizzie mumbled around her pacifier, blushing at how little acting that took, at how much she wanted to do that right now... But the job had only just gotten started.