Published: December 4th 2022, 1:00:04 pm
She was going to find the bathroom. She had no doubt there was another one here, and she'd surely have a better chance of finding it before she had an accident, rather than climbing all the way up the stairs... And, if anything went wrong, she'd be closer to the kitchen so she could ask Hannah for help after all.
As inconvenient as the walker was, she had to admit it was easier to get around in it, in a way. The diaper was so thick, and gave her such a waddle when she was moving on her own, and the crinkling seemed so loud as it rustled between her thighs... It was hard to call what she was doing sneaking, at this rate! She found herself missing the sound of her music, too, worming its way into her head with its cheery, tinkly notes...
Of course, in the walker, there was no way for her to reach the doorknobs, to get in anywhere if the doors were closed, so, for her to finish investigating the house, she had to toddle on... Not that she had any way of climbing into the walker on her own, or any desire to go up to Aida and ask to be put back in.
"Okay," she told herself under her breath. "Let's see what we've got..."
She wasn't sure what she'd rather see... It would be good to see, perhaps, a display room, filled with lots of priceless artifacts she could snatch when they came back at Christmas, or even now, if she was stealthy enough about it; her need for the bathroom was growing very quickly, however, more than she'd anticipated, and she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to hold out if she didn't find a toilet.
The first door she tried was neither. She had to stretch up, a slight pinkness tinging her cheeks as she felt her dress riding up, knowing the ruffles on her tights were being displayed again, to grab the knob and turn it, pulling it open to reveal...
A linen closet. "Oh," she pouted, staring up at the shelves of neatly folded towels and washcloths and sheets. Monica probably bought nicer stuff than Syd was used to, but it wasn't valuable enough to make a heist out of. There was something on one of the lower shelves that she was curious about, that looked even bigger than the fluffiest towels, and she gave them a poke, trying to work out what they were...
Until she looked beside them, and saw the stack of neatly folded plastic pants. Her blush deepened as she stepped back, closing the door quickly, as if they were about to fly off the shelves and attack her. Cloth diapers. They were huge, bulky cloth diapers... And kept down nice and low, like they were ready for somebody wearing them to go fetch, and bring to their caretaker for a change.
She shuddered at the thought, at toddling down the hall, diaper sagging low, having to get a clean one for herself, and carry it back through the house, everyone she passed knowing exactly what was going on... It was an easy image to conjure up now, with her stomach churning, warning her how close it was to becoming reality...
Except, maybe it wouldn't be such a long journey after all, she discovered, after she opened up the next door. It was a much larger room, though no more promising when it came to her ultimate goal, and far more embarrassing than even the fantasy the closet had stirred up.
It was a nursery. Not just a crib, like the portable one set up on one side of Hannah's bedroom, though there was a larger one there, made of solid-looking wood, resembling a prison, or a cage, as much as it did a place to sleep. There was a changing table, too, a playpen, a rocking chair, a toy box... The only thing missing was a high chair, but Syd saw a spot it could have gone, where, most likely, it had been moved from, out to the table.
There was no way this was all for her... Right?! A chill ran down her spine as she peered down at herself, at the diaper peeking out from beneath her short, green dress. Monica had seemed very excited about her being there... Looking at it more closely, she started to realize none of it appeared new. And it was bigger than it would have needed to be for her, or any little.
Either way, that wasn't somewhere she wanted to be caught snooping, and, while Monica had certainly spent a lot of money on it, nothing that she'd be able to carry out would be worth much on its own, not unless there were flecks of gold in the baby lotion and powder she saw sitting on top of the changing table.
So, that left only one more room... Of course, the one she'd been trying to find was the last one. She let out a groan, having to pause partway there as a cramp hit her, doubling her over, taking every bit of her concentration to contain. This was definitely going too fast... Was it just because of how much she'd eaten, or was there something more to it?
There wasn't time to worry about that, or anything else. Biting down on her lip, she trudged on, staring desperately at the final door, determined to make it there, to not let herself suffer the indignity of falling only a few steps short... Sweat dripped down her forehead as she crinkled away, hands clenching into fists, the hall almost seeming to lengthen the further down it she went...
She let out a squawk of triumph when she reached it, clutching at the doorknob triumphantly. She didn't know who it could be, but she half expected to find it locked, one of Hannah's family members inside, blocking her from her victory, despite how certain she was that she'd seen all of them in the living room, or heading to the kitchen.
It wasn't. The door swung open, and she raced inside as fast as she could, kicking blindly at the door with the back of her foot, unable to wait for it to close before she pawed under her dress, pushing her hands beneath her tights, grabbing at the tapes of her diaper while she scanned the bathroom, searching to see if there was a stepstool, or something for her to climb onto to help her get up to the toilet seat...
But, after all that, it didn't matter. She froze in horror, blood turning to ice as she gave the tape another tug, confirming what she already knew, what she'd worried might be the case, and prayed wouldn't be. Sure enough, the diapers were little-proof.
"No, no, no!" she stomped her Mary Janes. It wasn't fair! She'd made it! All she had to do was get out of this diaper, and onto the toilet! And now, she couldn't even do that.
Right when she thought that was it, that things couldn't get any worse, she heard the sound of a throat clearing behind her, making her turn her head to see Monica towering over her, arms folded. "And what do you think you're doing in here, little one?" she asked.
Sydney yanked her fingers out of her tights, but she knew it was already too late, that the woman had seen her. She was supposed to be a good little girl, a mindless baby, yet here she was, caught with her hands down her pants, trying to take her diaper off, to use the potty...
In the moment, there was only one thing she could come up with, one response that might distract Monica. It didn't take much, either, just a bit of a squat, and the smallest push, and her body took over the rest, sending a huge, mushy mass straight into the seat of her diaper. There was no turning back once it had begun, no changing her mind... She grunted softly, face burning from both exertion and humiliation as she helplessly, and thoroughly, filled her diaper to brim.
Her brain didn't quite work in the immediate aftermath, leaving her a stunned, stammering mess, gawking up at Monica as she wiggled her bottom, nose crinkling as the mess shifted and squelched, reminding her anew of what she'd done, of how utterly infantile it had been, and she must be for having done it. She'd pooped her pants, and not just a little... Had she not been in diapers already, there would be no way she could argue her way out of the claim that would have been sure to follow this sight that she needed them, that she deserved to be in them.
"Oh, I see," Monica nodded sagely.
"Y-You do?" Syd blinked, still struggling to bring her full mental facilities back online, to deal with this properly, and not blow her - and Hannah's - cover.
"I do," Monica gave her a small smile. "I know those urges are natural, sweetie, and I can't be too harsh on you for not being able to stop yourself from acting on them, especially if your Mommy hasn't taught you not to... But I also have to help you learn that isn't appropriate for you to do."
"Huh?" Sydney was glad the woman didn't appear to be too mad, and, at the same time, completely lost at what she was hinting at. Had Monica not wanted her to use her diapers? She'd been so excited at the prospect of changing her last night... "I-I'm sorry?" she issued a blanket apology, hoping that would cover her bases.
Monica scooped her up, hand flat on the swollen seat of Syd's diaper as she nestled the girl against her hip. Sydney gasped, embarrassment flooding her mind again as her mess was squished, and touched through her diaper by someone else, someone so much bigger and more mature than her... She found herself, unexpectedly, desperately missing the comfort of her pacifier, and, to substitute for it, she slid her thumb into her mouth and began to suck on it.
That was nothing compared to what happened next, though, when she was taken out of the bathroom, the door shut firmly behind them, Monica doing the same with the other doors they passed on the way to the nursery, where Syd was sat down on the changing table, her full weight bearing down on the load in her pants. She let out a tiny, pitiful whimper into her thumb, feet swinging beneath her as she squirmed, trying to get away from it, only making it worse.
"It's only going to be a minute," Monica promised, stepping away, rummaging through the dresser. "Ah, here we go!" She returned with a pair of stiff, pink mittens, pulling one of them over Syd's free hand before she could react, the garment forcing her fingers apart, rendering them useless. "It's okay," Monica cooed as she slid Syd's other hand free of her mouth, yanking the second mitten over it. "There we go!" she declared, turning around to grab a pacifier from a basket on top of the dresser to slide into Syd's mouth. "All better! Now you can't get up to anything naughty!"
Finally, Sydney put it all together, the truth somehow worse than she'd ever imagined. Monica wasn't mad at her for messing her diaper, of course... She thought Syd had been trying to play with herself.
"I-I wasn't..!" she started to protest, grateful that she had the pacifier now to muffle those words as she thought better of them. It was a mortifying thing to have assumed about it... It was better that than let Monica know she'd been trying to get to the toilet, that she was fully potty trained, and not a baby at all, despite how she felt at the moment.
"Well, then," Monica said, plucking Syd back off the changing table. "Now that that's all taken care of, this is the perfect opportunity!"
Syd was sure Monica was going to lay her down, change her, and, as humiliating as it would be, she was glad to know she was about to get into a fresh diaper. Instead, she was rested back on Monica's hip, carried out of the room, up the stairs, and into not Hannah's bedroom, but the sewing room, the rest of the downstairs doors getting closed as they went by, ensuring that Sydney wasn't going to be getting back in if she was returned to her walker.
"This is always so tricky," Monica told her, setting her down and starting to undress her, lifting her dress up and over Sydney's head, Syd having to struggle to keep from trying to cover her chest automatically, to act like she was used to being dressed by other people, seen naked by them. "How do you measure a little? You never really know how thick their diapers are going to be, especially after..." She chuckled, poking at Syd's lumpy bottom. "And you don't want to not account for that! I'd hate to have you split your pants when you fill them!"
The tights stayed on, and, obviously, so did the diaper, Monica fetching a measuring tape and stretching it all over Syd's body, jotting down notes in a small notebook every time she measured her arm, or her tummy, or her torso, dirty diaper included. "I think this should be fine!" Monica declared. "I can't imagine you'll be going much more than this! I hope not, anyway... Your diapers wouldn't be able to take it!"
"I ate a lot!" Sydney pouted behind her paci defensively. It wasn't like that had been by choice, either...
"All right, all right," Monica smiled. "That should do it. Let's go get you cleaned up!"
Sydney whimpered, seeing Monica pick up her dress, carrying it rather than putting it back on her. She grabbed for it, to no avail. "No point in putting that back on until you're in a new diaper!" Monica told her cheerfully, picking her up once more, carrying her into Hannah's bedroom to grab a spare diaper, then down the staircase, just in time for them to see everyone from the kitchen come wandering down the hall, towards the living room, Sydney frantically attempting in vain to hide her bare body from their eyes.
"We wondered where you got off to!" Cameron exclaimed. "We're all done!"
"Good," Monica told him. "You all go into the living room... I have something to take care of first."
"What's with the mittens?" Hannah asked.
"I know she's your baby," Monica said, "but it turns out she's one of those little ones who really likes her messy diapers." Sydney sucked harder on her pacifier, her whole face lighting up, watching everyone's bemused reactions, all of them recognizing right away what Monica meant, catching on much quicker than Syd herself.
"Oh, she is, huh?" Hannah raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"She is," Monica confirmed. "I don't know what you think is so funny about that, young lady... As her caretaker, you should have known about that already, and dealt with it, or at the very least warned me! As it is, she's just going to have to wear these for the rest of the weekend, and hopefully you'll have broken her of that nasty habit before Christmas."
Hannah and Syd exchanged glances as Sydney was carried past her partner in crime, not sure if she wanted the other girl to volunteer to take over or not, or say something to defend her, tell Monica she didn't need the mittens, which were going to make it almost impossible to get any more scouting done, certainly if she went back into her walker while she had them on. Hannah didn't, her nose wrinkling as she caught a whiff of what her aunt was referring to, her expression slightly wounded at the accusation that she wasn't doing a good enough job 'raising' her little, letting Sydney fend for herself as she slunk off to the living room to sulk.
"This would be so much easier if Hannah would have let me keep you in here," Monica complained to Sydney as she slid down her tights, then ripped open her diaper and began to wipe her off. "She said she didn't want you to be a bother to me down here, or for me to feel like I had to look after you because my room is on this floor, and hers is upstairs, yet here I am anyway... And it's so silly to have to go up to get your diapers, and back down to use the changing table... I know she thinks a changing pad on her bed is good enough, but why not use this, when I have it already?"
She sighed, sliding the diaper out from under Syd's backside, replacing it in one smooth motion before moving on to the powders and lotions. "Maybe I should insist on you staying down here when you come back for Christmas. What do you think, sweetie? You wouldn't mind staying downstairs with your Auntie Monica, would you? And there are so many more toys here for you to play with! So long as you prove to me you can be trusted to use your hands again by then, of course."
Sydney swallowed, looking up at the woman uncertainly. In a way, that would be easier, getting her closer to where the good stuff was probably hidden... If she could get out of the room on her own, if she could convince Monica not to leave her locked in the crib, or playpen, constantly. Without having Hannah there, in the room with her, looking after her, though... Was she going to have any hope of ever getting to use the toilet for the entirety of her Christmas break?! She blushed at the thought, recalling the diaper she had just been changed out of, thinking of having to do that every day, at least once... But, if she said no, would that offend Monica? Would it be suspicious for her to turn down the promise of all those toys?
"You don't have to be afraid," Monica told her, tugging the front of the diaper up, starting to pull the sides snug and tape them into place, smoothing them out proudly, locking them in place, sealing Syd inside, with no chance to get out of them on her own, then plucking the pacifier out of her mouth. "I can tell your Mommy for you, if you're afraid she'll be mad at you. You just let me know what you want, little one."
What should Sydney say?
"Yes, I want to stay downstairs, in the nursery, when I come back for Christmas!"
Or, "No, I want to stay with my Mommy."