Published: November 26th 2022, 1:00:07 pm
"Oh, my goodness!" Lizzie couldn't help wincing as she heard the exclamation. She hadn't expected this whole thing to be so exhausting... They'd barely gotten in the door! Of course, with her condition, it didn't take much, but she'd gone undercover before, and had been able to hold up longer than this...
This time, however, it felt like there was more at stake. There was always a threat - whether she was on the job or not, though especially then - that she'd be discovered, captured, adopted... She could usually tone the anxiety for that down to a dull roar and ignore it for the most part. It was really, she mused, the fact that she was dragging someone else into this, someone she liked as much as Heather, that was weighing on her, knowing that if she messed up, she wouldn't be the only one who had to pay the consequences, most likely.
And that was tiring. She hadn't gotten enough sleep last night, and every moment since she'd arrived in this building had been part of a huge, complicated act. No wonder she already needed some rest...
"Is this her?!" the voice came again, and, suddenly, someone was kneeling in front of her, a bright-looking young 'tweener in a neat black skirt, crisp white button-up, and heels. "This is your little Lizzie? I finally get to see her?" Lizzie glanced up at Heather, who appeared sheepish. "This is like meeting a celebrity!" the young woman joked jovially. "Hi, there, cutie! I'm Auntie Cassandra! I work for your Mommy!"
"H-Hi," Lizzie said around her pacifier, clutching her teddy bear tighter. She wasn't particularly scary, or intimidating, but it did seem odd, having someone so excited about meeting her... Especially when she was in the middle of a job, when she was supposed to be as anonymous as possible.
"Aww," Cassandra cooed. "Is that too tough for you? You can call me Cassie, if that's easier!"
"She needs to take a nap right now," Heather informed Cassie, sternly but patiently, a tone not too dissimilar to the one she'd used on Lizzie earlier, scolding her while in Mommy mode. "You can play with her later, maybe, okay?"
"You need a nap already?" Cassie teased. "Were you a fussy baby for your Mommy and didn't want to go to sleep last night?"
"No," Heather answered before Lizzie could formulate a response. "She isn't feeling well, and she has chronic fatigue."
"O-Oh," Cassandra blushed bashfully. "S-Sorry, I didn't..."
"Don't apologize to me," Heather raised an eyebrow. "Apologize to her."
Cassie lowered her eyes from where she'd been staring up at Heather, turning them to Lizzie. "I'm sorry I made fun of you," she said. "I hope you get to feeling better soon, okay?" Lizzie nodded, accepted a hug, and let Heather lead her into the office.
She did feel a bit safer in there, to some degree. It looked private, with walls all around, even if there were windows looking out into the rest of the building, and outside, though she knew it was wise not to make any assumptions about how thick those walls were, whether or not anyone could overhear them if they spoke in there.
"I'm going to close the blinds for now," Heather told Cassie. "If you need me for anything, knock on the door, don't use the buzzer, all right?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Cassandra replied quickly, clearly clambering to get back on her boss's good side. "Have a good nap, Lizzie!"
Lizzie nodded, and even waved. She didn't want Cassie to feel too bad, really... She didn't seem like a mean person; she'd just made some assumptions, which was exactly what she'd wanted with this outfit. Or, with the idea of the outfit, anyway, since Heather had chosen the specifics, but she had definitely understood the assignment.
"Thank you," Heather said, closing the door, twisting a knob to turn the lights on in her office dimly, and then another to maneuver the blinds built into her windows, blocking out the world beyond. "Do you want to lie down on the couch?" Heather asked. "Or would the floor be better?"
Reluctantly, Lizzie extracted the pacifier from her mouth, shocked at how much she instantly missed the sensation of it, how much that had helped her get through the journey into the building. "I-I don't really need a nap, Mommy," she insisted quietly, trying not to go too out of character in case Cassie was listening in.
"Yes, you do," Heather countered. "You want to be at a hundred percent, don't you?" She, thankfully, also appeared to acknowledge that they couldn't be fully themselves here, just in case, not mentioning why Lizzie would want that so badly.
"But Mommy..." Lizzie pouted.
"Hush," Heather took the pacifier from Lizzie's hand gently, pressing it against her lips, which opened almost before Lizzie could process what was happening, gratefully accepting the bulb back into themselves. She removed the wristband and leash, setting them aside, and scooped Lizzie up, laying her down on the soft sofa. "Nothing's going to happen right now anyway..."
"But Mommy," Lizzie tried again, blinking up at her. "What if it does? We hafta be ready..."
"It won't," Heather promised, kissing her on the forehead. "I promise." She unfolded an afghan from the back of the sofa, draping it over Lizzie. "Get a little sleep while you can."
"Yes, Mommy," Lizzie nodded, having to admit that, in the dim lighting, lying down, it was tempting. And Heather was right, chances of getting in to see their target right away were slim. She cuddled up with her bear, nursing her paci, and, soon enough, despite her protests, she was fast asleep, her Mommy obviously knowing exactly what she needed.
Heather even had a bottle of apple juice waiting for her when she woke up, and, while Lizzie wasn't particularly thrilled about the vessel it came in, she was feeling pretty thirsty. She took out her pacifier, resting it on its shield on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and picked up her bottle with both hands, taking a big gulp of it while she watched Heather typing away at her computer industriously.
"Oh, are you up?" Lizzie barely saw any movement, barely noticed Heather's eye twitch towards her, yet, somehow, she'd known. "Good morning again!"
"Good morning," Lizzie said back. "Did I miss anything?"
Heather smiled. "No, you didn't," she replied. "Just like I said you wouldn't." She got up, strutting across the room to pat Lizzie on the head, twisting the knob on the wall to turn her lights up a bit higher. "Are you ready for the blinds to open? It's going to seem weird if I keep them shut too long, because I always have them open, but..."
Lizzie blushed, sitting up and adjusting her shortalls. The back of the couch was high enough that, most likely, nobody was going to be able to see her... That didn't make her any less nervous at the idea of being about to be put on display, available for anyone to peer in the window and see. By now, who knew how many people had heard that Heather had brought in her baby, and would want a peek? She wouldn't be surprised if Cassie had told quite a few on her own...
They didn't want today to appear out of the ordinary, however, and, especially since they'd told Cassie the real reason the blinds would be drawn, they didn't want the secretary to get suspicious either, or worried that Lizzie might be seriously ill, having to sleep the whole time... It would be very hard then to justify her going to visit another office later on.
"Okay," she nodded. "I'm ready."
Just as she'd suspected, the blinds did let in more light, but otherwise, from her position on the couch, not much else changed. She couldn't see more than a glimpse of the ceiling on the other side of the walls, if she turned and craned her neck, and she was slightly comforted by the thought that nobody else could see her, either, even if she knew that might not be entirely true.
As she sat there, sucking on her bottle, feet dangling and swinging, she heard Heather giggle a time or two, before shooting her a pouty, questioning look. "What's so funny?" she demanded.
"You just look so natural," Heather shrugged. "I thought you'd put up a little more of a fuss, and I was starting to worry that maybe I should have picked you up some sippy cups, but..."
Lizzie's cheeks warmed. It was true, she hadn't questioned it, hadn't whined or complained at all... She told herself it was because she knew that they hadn't bought anything else to drink out of, and that, unless they were hidden deep in the diaper bag, Heather hadn't brought anything else other than the pair of bottles tucked into their designated holders. In reality, she hadn't considered that for one second... The bottle had simply been the only thing there, so she'd picked it up. And, now that she had so much experience with her pacifier, drinking from it felt like second nature... In a weird way, it was almost nicer than using a cup, since there was no threat of spilling, and it came with the lovely sensation of nursing her paci.
"I-It's not so bad," she admitted, understating it a bit.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," Heather smiled. "Maybe we should have you drink out of them at home some more, too, then."
Lizzie squirmed in her seat, listening to her Pull-Ups crinkle, reminding herself of how often she had to wear those now, of how many days of the week she'd lost access to even her childish panties. Agreeing to bottles as well might be going too far... Heather hadn't said they'd do it all the time, however... And they did already have them... "Maybe," she blushed, quickly going back to the nipple of her bottle for another drink.
She hadn't intended to drink the whole thing, had just wanted a bit to slake her thirst, but it was so pleasant, sitting there, clutching the bottle between her hands, sucking at it every now and then, that, before she knew it, she'd drained it all. "Wow, somebody was thirsty," Heather chuckled when she saw that, taking the empty bottle away from her.
"S-Sorry," Lizzie stared down at the floor.
"No, don't be sorry!" Heather stroked her hair. "I'm glad you liked it! I just might need to fill this back up at the water fountain or something... I only brought two bottles, and I don't want you getting thirsty!"
"I won't!" Lizzie promised. Like most drinking vessels for littles, the bottles were larger than they really needed to be, to encourage them to drink more, and, thus, be more prone to accidents... Lizzie knew that, too, and had fallen right into the trap anyway, letting herself get lost in the soothing experience of it. It didn't help that she hadn't been to the bathroom since they'd left Heather's place, and that she'd been asleep for who knew how long... She was definitely going to wind up having to visit the bathroom before they made their escape now, however.
"If you say so," Heather shrugged, unconvinced. "Do you want your other juice now?"
"No!" Lizzie shook her head. If she started in on that... She turned bright red, imagining herself unconsciously continuing to guzzle that down, until, quite possibly, she wound up having a genuine accident...
"Okay," Heather nodded. "Well, what do you want to do, then? I brought some coloring books for you, if you want, or you can play with your teddy, or..."
Lizzie pouted, eyes darting towards the windows she couldn't really see out of. She'd known this was a possibility, that they'd have to kill some time before their target became available, and that they'd have to stay at least partially in character for it, but that didn't mean she had to be happy about it.
"No, not yet," Heather told her, still, wisely, omitting any verbal details on what she was talking about. "I checked."
Lizzie sighed. "I guess coloring wouldn't be so bad," she admitted, even if it made her think of the receptionist, and how she'd offered to have Lizzie stay with her and color. Heather hadn't mentioned then that she had the same activity waiting in her diaper bag, but it was hardly a surprise that they'd both think that was something a little girl would be entertained by.
Lizzie nibbled her lip uncomfortably as her thoughts turned to what else the receptionist had given her, her hand drifting upwards to the front pocket of her shortalls. She should throw that candy away as soon as she could... Except, it was no longer there. She frowned, poking around, searching for it, but she couldn't find it anywhere. Had it fallen out when she'd been asleep?
"You'll have fun," Heather promised, taking the book out of the bad and laying it out on the coffee table, setting a small box of crayons beside it. "Make a nice picture for Cassie, okay? She'll like that."
"Okay, Mommy," Lizzie agreed, putting her worries about the missing candy out of her mind as much as possible. It might not have been the way she'd intended, but it was gone, anyway... That was the important part, right?
The table was a little too far away for Lizzie to sit on the couch and be able to reach it, so she had to hop down, kneeling by it, teddy at her side, to color, going back to sucking on her paci rather than a bottle. Despite her initial uncertainty, Heather was, once again, right... There was something fun about the simplicity of it all, about being able to focus on that one, very easy, task, and nothing else, confident that Heather was keeping an eye on the availability of their target.
Of course, knowing that the picture would be going to Cassie, who saw her as a toddler, essentially, she couldn't make the picture too neat, too nice. She intentionally colored outside of the lines, picking some bizarre colors for some sections. That was almost the most interesting part, deciding how far to go with it, what would feel natural, and what might look like an adult trying too hard.
"That's so lovely!" Heather commented, peering over Lizzie's shoulder as she set a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, crusts carefully trimmed off, cut into four neat sections, down beside her. "Can you eat that without getting it on your picture, or...?"
"I'm not gonna make a mess!" Lizzie pouted at her. She didn't hesitate to grab a quarter of the sandwich, however, not caring about how juvenile it might be. She hadn't realized how hungry she'd been getting, and, peering out the exterior windows, she guessed that it was getting close to lunchtime. She'd really hoped they'd be done and out of here by now... Apparently, Heather had been prepared just in case that didn't work out. "Thank you," she said sheepishly around her peanut butter and jelly.
"Of course," Heather smiled.
Lizzie munched down her lunch, letting Heather wipe off her hands before returning to her coloring, starting to worry that, regardless of all their planning, of everything they'd done for this, that they'd wind up leaving empty-handed for no other reason than their target being too busy for them to drop by. She knew she was being silly, that they'd known he had meetings this morning, and there was a chance they'd run long and not give them any good opportunities until the afternoon, but she couldn't help feeling nervous anyway, until she let herself get lost in her task again.
This time, it was something very different that snapped her out of it. She let out a squeak at the familiar sensation, shocked that she'd been enthralled enough with something as childish as coloring to let it go this far, squeezing her legs together, and pressing her hands between them, too. She turned towards Heather, seeing her busily typing away at her computer, guilt washing over her at the idea of interrupting her when she was in the middle of work...
The next twinge, however, made it clear she didn't have a choice, unless she wanted to pee her pants. "Mommy!" she blurted out desperately.
"What's wrong?" Heather instantly glanced up from the computer. "Are you okay?"
Heather would probably have worked it out soon enough, but Lizzie couldn't wait even the few moments that would take. "I hafta go potty!" she squealed, not even intentionally playing her part. Her outfit, the activity she was in the middle of, the way everyone had treated her today, and the panic that was setting in as she discovered how bad she needed to go, had just made that the most natural thing to say.
"All right!" Heather leapt into action, hopping out of her chair and rushing to Lizzie, picking up the leash from the table.
"No, Mommy!" Lizzie shook her head, bouncing in place. "W-We don't have time for that!"
Heather picked Lizzie up, carrying her on her hip as she burst out of the office, rushing her past Cassie's desk, and the cubicles beyond it, Lizzie blushingly burying her face in Heather's shoulder, certain everyone out there knew what was happening, that they'd probably even heard her pitiful begging for the potty.
"It's all right," Heather promised, whispering into her ear. "We're going to make it."
Lizzie wasn't so sure about that, the pressure building up so quickly. She couldn't imagine that Heather would have drugged her, would have given her anything to make her have to go... This was almost definitely Lizzie's fault entirely, for guzzling down so much juice, for getting lost in her coloring book too deeply... If her bladder let out, if she soaked her Pull-Ups, there was nobody to blame except herself. And, if Heather hadn't been there, she knew she'd have had no prayer of making it to the bathroom on time. She had no idea where it was, for one thing, and her legs weren't nearly as long, even assuming that she was able to sprint all the way there without being stopped by someone who wanted to coo over how cute she was.
Was this worth it? Should she have just let it go, and used her training panties in the relative privacy of her Mommy's office? It definitely would have been easier, and less of a fuss, especially for Heather... Heather had brought some spare Pull-Ups, after all, and Lizzie knew she wouldn't mind changing her. Maybe she should tug on the Amazon's sleeve, tell her it was okay, and...
"Here we are!" Heather declared, shoving open the bathroom door and bursting in, pausing for no more than a heartbeat to find an empty stall to occupy, already popping open the snaps on the crotch of Lizzie's shortalls as they went into it, closing the door behind them and plopping Lizzie down on the toilet as she yanked her trainers down. "Whew!" Heather caught her breath for a moment, as the sound of tinkling filled the air. "Looks like we made it!" She glanced down at the Pull-Ups around Lizzie's ankles, while the smaller woman blushed with relief, and embarrassment, as she used the bathroom in front of her, unable to stop the flow now that it had started. "Not even a drop in there! Such a big girl!"
"Not really," Lizzie shook her head. "If you weren't there..."
"Well, I was," Heather interrupted her. "And you're still dry, and that's all that matters, isn't it?"
"I-I guess," Lizzie said, letting Heather clean her up once she was finished, re-dressing her and taking her out to the sink to wash her hands before bashfully managing to tell her, "Th-Thank you, Mommy."
"Of course, sweetie," Heather kissed her on the top of her head. "That's what I'm here for."
They took a much more leisurely stroll back to Heather's office, holding hands. Lizzie hadn't gotten a good look at anything on her way to the bathroom, but she was starting to suspect it was taking a little too long to return when Heather squeezed her hand, nodded her head in one direction. Instantly, Lizzie remembered where she was, recalled how she'd come here what felt like so long ago, to record that first meeting in her target's office. He was there, now, alone... This was their chance!
"Let's go get your diaper bag," Heather told her. "Mommy has a few things to take care of, and then we can get you back home, okay?"
"Yes, Mommy!" Lizzie nodded eagerly, resisting the urge to skip her way to the other side of the floor to Heather's office. This was it, finally... They could get this done, and get it over with...
"Heather!" Cassie exclaimed, hopping up from her desk as soon as she saw them approaching. "They need you over in meeting room C!"
Heather's eyes peered down at Lizzie. "Right now? I actually need..."
"Right now!" Cassie insisted. "I was about to tell you when you ran out. They said it was urgent, and..."
Heather looked at Lizzie again, her expression uncertain, confused. Lizzie took a deep breath, reminding herself that, from their look at his schedule, they'd have a good chance to make it to their target's office for a while, now that he was back in it. She didn't want to keep Heather from doing her job, didn't want to get her in trouble... With any luck, it wasn't going to take long, anyway, and they could get Lizzie's job done as soon as she returned. "It's okay, Mommy," she promised.
"Yeah, it'll be fine," Cassandra chimed in. "I'll look after her here while you take care of that."
"What?" Heather blinked, taken by surprise.
"You're not going to take her to the meeting, are you?" Cassie tilted her head.
They both knew that would be strange, that it wouldn't be easy to justify that, either to Cassie now, or to whoever was in the meeting... They exchanged a look, and, while neither of them liked it, they were both aware of what they had to say.
"You're right," Heather said, sending Lizzie over to Cassie with a pat on her bottom. "You be good for Auntie Cassie, okay, Lizzie? Why don't you show her what you made for her?"
Lizzie gulped, staring up at the 'tweener who had suddenly become her temporary babysitter with an obedient, if not slightly nervous, "Y-Yes, Mommy."