Published: December 30th 2022, 1:00:02 pm
There was a part of Lizzie that, despite knowing it was for the best, and despite having told the woman it was fine with her, hoped Heather would change her mind, and stay with her, rather than leaving her here with her secretary. Unfortunately, that didn't happen, as Heather set the diaper bag down by the sofa and stepped towards the door, turning to give Lizzie a little wave, and then stepped through, and out, shutting it behind her to leave her trapped in the office with Cassie.
"Umm..." Lizzie blushed, staring bashfully down at her feet, suddenly very interested in the Velcro on the top of her sneakers. She always felt awkward, being alone with bigger people for the first time, especially if she was wearing, or had been caught doing, anything that could be seen, or willingly misinterpreted, as childish, knowing some of them would take any opportunity they had to turn that around on her.
Now, though... Cassie didn't even have to do that. Lizzie had, indeed, been behaving like a kid, like a toddler, when she saw her last, was dressed like one, and she'd been told, specifically, to babysit her. In a way, it was a kind of relief, not having to go overboard, proving her maturity, when there was no point in it; in another, it was scary, since she very much doubted there was anything she could do now to convince the woman she was anything other than a baby, if she wanted to for whatever reason... And, if she did, she might blow her - and Heather's - cover.
If something happened, if Heather tripped and broke her ankle, the way Lizzie was confident she would have in ones as tall as Heather's, and had to be taken to the hospital, or if, much as she hated to think about it, anything worse struck her out of the blue... She'd be in Cassie's care. She might try to demonstrate her adulthood then, but it still wasn't likely to make a difference.
"Aren't you shy?" Cassie teased, stepping past her, over to the couch, sitting down on it. "You don't have to be scared of me, cutie... I'd never hurt you! Your Mommy would kill me!"
Lizzie knew what she meant, that she was exaggerating, though she decided that would be an easy way to maintain her cover, to pretend otherwise. "Sh-She would?" she gasped, looking up at Cassie, wide-eyed.
"No, of course not, silly!" Cassie chuckled. "Sorry, I always forget how gullible littles are!"
"Oh," Lizzie attempted to look relieved and embarrassed at the same time, eyes returning to her feet. "S-Sorry..."
"Don't be sorry!" Cassie told her, bending over to ruffle her hair. "It's adorable! Never change, Lizzie! Unless, you know, you've had an accident." She tittered at her own joke, until it took Lizzie a second too long to join her. "Wait, you haven't, had you? I assumed your Mommy just took you to the bathroom to change you so she didn't have any old diapers stinking up the trash can in her office. You didn't go again already, did you?"
"N-No!" Lizzie squealed. "I-I didn't go at all! I-I mean, I did, but..." Flustered, Lizzie fell silent, squirming in place, looking desperately at the office door, hoping Heather would come walking back through it at any moment.
"Lizzie," Cassie said in a sing-songy voice, smiling bemusedly, "I think you'd better come over here and let me see, cutie!"
"I-I didn't!" Lizzie insisted, stomping her foot. She shouldn't have done it, she knew right away; it was one thing to be getting babysat by this girl, however, and another altogether to let herself be checked by her, to give her a full view of her Pull-Ups, under the assumption that, even if she hadn't used them now, she did, on a semi-regular basis... Why else would she be wearing them?
Cassie raised an eyebrow. "Lizzie," she repeated, her tone a bit less whimsical, more stern. "Get your little bottom over here right now, young lady! I'm not about to let your Mommy get back and find out that I let you stay soggy the whole time she was gone!"
She pointed to a spot right in front of the sofa, and, reluctantly, Lizzie shuffled towards it. She pondered, for a step or two, if she should try to go again now, if she should tinkle a bit, so Cassie would think she was right, to prove what a baby she was... She'd just gone, though, and, while it might have kept Cassie happy, she didn't want to give her the satisfaction. Not to mention that she might take it as an excuse to change her.
Lizzie wasn't ready for that. She'd gotten used to Heather, but having somebody else do it, especially somebody she barely knew? No way! Plus, if Cassie went into the diaper bag for a dry Pull-Up, she'd surely see the diapers, too... If she was anything like most of the 'tweeners Lizzie had experience with, she wouldn't be able to resist putting Lizzie into one of those instead, if only to see how cute she looked in them, and being in a full-on diaper, in this outfit... Lizzie blushed just imagining it, feeling the heat spread across her face as she got closer and closer...
It was also possible that Cassie would stumble across some of the equipment tucked away in the bag and ruin the operation, which was probably more important. At the moment, it didn't quite feel that way, though. Not unless Cassie knew what it was, divined what they were planning on doing with it. That could be bad, she admitted... She could use that to blackmail Lizzie and Heather into doing whatever she wanted!
And yet, the threat of this secretary changing her, lying her down on the floor, or her Mommy's desk, and unsnapping her shortalls, tearing open the sides of her Pull-Up, sliding a thick, bulky diaper under her backside to replace it, snapping her outfit back up over it, just like Mia, was more terrifying in her mind, and certainly more realistic. It was almost scary enough to cause itself to happen, to make her dribble; if she hadn't used the bathroom mere minutes earlier, she very well might have.
"Come here, you!" Cassie smiled, grabbing Lizzie by the hand and yanking her closer. "Such a bashful little girl!" Lizzie fought to stand still, to not go running, as she heard the snaps on the crotch of her shortalls being undone, slowly felt more and more fresh air making its way to her upper thighs as the fabric was separated, exposing her onesie, which got the same treatment until her trainers were on full display.
Cassie looked surprised at what she saw. "Huh," she blinked. "Honestly, I didn't expect that. Knowing your Mommy, I would have assumed she'd have you back in diapers already."
"I don't need diapers!" Lizzie pouted.
"You don't, huh?" Cassie asked condescendingly, her voice making it obvious how little she believed that, as she ran one hand along the outside of the Pull-Up, clearly searching for any sign of wetness, anything she could use to prove Lizzie wrong.
"No, I don't," Lizzie told her smugly. As embarrassing as it was to be getting checked, it was nice knowing the babysitter wasn't going to find anything. She was, perhaps, tempting fate, not playing her part as well as she should... That was, of course, also the kind of thing a regressed little might say, probably right before inadvertently proving otherwise. She just wasn't going to follow through on that part.
She could see a glint of disappointment in Cassie's eyes when she gave the padding one last squeeze. "You did get changed, like, two minutes ago," she justified it, seemingly to herself as much as to Lizzie.
She hadn't, and she had attempted to clarify that already. If Cassie had been paying attention when they left to go to the bathroom, or returned, she would have seen that Heather hadn't had the diaper bag with her, nor was she carrying a spare Pull-Up, or diaper, with her, but Lizzie wasn't going to point that out, no more than she was going to repeat that she hadn't, in fact, gotten changed, to brag about how she'd made it to the toilet. Those things were true, obviously... And, while she would have loved to have Cassie know that, she didn't want the secretary to suspect she was getting too big for her britches, or she might take it upon herself to solve the 'issue.'
"That looks like an awfully big bag to carry around a couple spare Pull-Ups," Cassie pointed out, peering over at the diaper bag Heather had set down as she left. "You sure there are no diapers in there?"
Lizzie bit her lip, fidgeting, giving Cassie her answer before she could get a single word out, before she could decide how to respond. She saw the 'tweener's grin widen as she leaned over, reaching for the zipper.
"Yes, there are!" she exclaimed. "I-I don't need them, though!"
"Well, why would your Mommy have bought them for you if you didn't need them?" Cassie asked, undeterred. Lizzie winced, hands curling into fists, watching as the zipper began to open up, the contents inside a hair's breadth away from being revealed.
"I-I do!" Lizzie blurted out, trying to make it sound like a confession. "Y-You're right, I do need them... B-But only at night!"
"So, you were lying, huh?" Cassie raised an eyebrow. "That's awfully naughty, Lizzie... And, aren't you feeling sick? Maybe you ought to be in them now, in case you have to take another nap suddenly. Wouldn't it be so much easier to be able to just curl up and go to sleep, instead of having to come to me to be put into a diaper first?"
Lizzie shook her head before she could think, her heart and mind racing to keep up afterwards when she saw Cassie's confused expression, recalling what she, herself, had claimed a moment ago. "I-I don't need any more naps!" she blurted out. "I-I feel better!" She thought better of that, too, silently cursing herself, and the panic that was making her continually spout out things she immediately regretted. "M-Mostly!"
She couldn't be completely better... If that was the case, there was no reason Cassie couldn't carry her down to the daycare, leave her there - unless, of course, she wanted to play with the baby some more herself - and no good reason for Heather to take her home early. She couldn't be too sick, either, though, or Cassie's suggestion really would make sense...
"Mostly, huh?" Cassie said skeptically. "I wonder if your Mommy has a thermometer in here we could use to see how much 'mostly' is..."
"No!" Lizzie squeaked, glad that, at least, that was a good reason for her to seem so nervous about the bag being opened, even if that did nothing to stop Cassie from doing it, from pulling the two sides away from one another and peering inside. It was the second time today she'd been threatened with having her temperature taken, and she had no doubt that neither of the women who had suggested it were picturing her using the thermometer orally.
"Well, look at this," Cassie snickered, reaching down, Lizzie gulping and squirming anxiously, praying it wouldn't be any of her bugs in Cassie's hand when she lifted it back up. It wasn't, although it also wasn't much better, in Lizzie's opinion. "These might be the cutest diapers I've ever seen!" Cassie gushed. "Look at these kittens! How can your Mommy resist keeping you in these all the time?!"
"Because I don't need them!" Lizzie couldn't stop herself from whining, watching as Cassie unfolded the diaper. She didn't want to be put into it, obviously, but, at the same time, she felt a strange possessiveness, an anger at the sight of somebody other than Heather touching her diapers, handling them like that.
"Well, which is it?" Cassie asked. "First you say you don't, then you say you do, now you're back to saying you don't... One of those has to be a lie."
"At night!" Lizzie fumed. "I told you, I wear them at night! I'm a bedwetter! I don't pee my pants during the day!"
She got a little louder than she'd meant, hoping that nobody outside the office overheard her, certain they'd never believe her if she admitted later she was, indeed, lying about that. Then again, they'd probably all assumed as much about her already, from the moment they'd seen her toddling around in this outfit.
"Oh, you don't, huh?" Cassie's eyes twinkled, and Lizzie gulped, taking a step backwards, away from her, half expecting to have to endure yet another tickle attack today. What was it with this outfit that made everyone want to do that to her?! "Well, we'll see," she continued instead, thankfully. "For now you haven't, so I guess you don't need this... Yet." She folded the diaper back up and set it down on the table, a looming, ever-present threat.
It seemed that had worked, however, Lizzie's latest outburst distracting Cassie enough to make her forget about searching for a thermometer, or digging any further into the diaper bag. "No, I don't," Lizzie nodded. "So, can you...?" She glanced down at her crotch, and the shortalls dangling open, unsnapped. She might be able to do it herself, but it would be easier for somebody else, and she didn't want to appear too self-sufficient.
"Good point!" Cassie smirked. "Come here!" Lizzie shuffled closer, letting Cassie grab the garment... And, before Lizzie could realize what she was doing, or react, whisk it up and over her head.
"Hey!" Lizzie reached for her shortalls.
Cassie shook her head, having no problem keeping them out of range of Lizzie's hands. "Nope! I'm sure your Mommy is used to looking after you, and knows exactly what every little wiggle and squirm you make means, but I don't, so I have to keep more of an eye on things." She put the shortalls on the back of the sofa, behind her, where Lizzie wouldn't be able to get to them without going through her, then began to tuck in the onesie, folding it under itself to turn it into a makeshift shirt, stopping just above her belly button. "The moment I see those designs on your trainers start to fade, I'm putting your cute little butt into your cute little diapers, right where it belongs."
Lizzie pouted, opening her mouth to protest, only to grow too flustered to form any coherent words. She'd be fine... Probably. There had been a couple genuine accidents now and then, though, and, while chances were good they weren't going to happen now... It wasn't impossible, especially with how nervous this was all making her feel. Not to mention, she was playing a character, and she wasn't confident that character would be as likely to be able to hold it for as she could. If Heather didn't hurry back, she might have to do something to keep Cassie from getting suspicious.
"Yes, Lizzie?" Cassie asked smugly. "Did you have something to say?" Lizzie sulkily shook her head. "In that case... Your Mommy said you had something to give me, didn't she?"
Lizzie had almost forgotten about that. "R-Right," she nodded, peering down at the picture. "It's not quite finished," she admitted.
"Well, why don't you go ahead and do that?" Cassie suggested.
Of course she'd want that... The distraction was just going to make it harder for an actual regressed little to prevent an accident. Still... If Lizzie was doing that, Cassie wouldn't be in charge of picking out another activity to keep her occupied, which was definitely a good thing. "Okay," she agreed, picking up a crayon and returning to her coloring.
Like with everything else, it was more difficult now that she had an audience who was not in on her true identity, who viewed her as little more than a toddler, if that. She was certain she could feel Cassie's eyes on her, forcing her to work more on instinct as she strove to make a picture that would fit the secretary's expectations of hers, rather than being able to take her time, ponder if she was going too far in either direction, too mature or too cartoonishly babyish. And she knew Cassie was watching her Pull-Up like a hawk, expecting the fading to begin any second, potentially growing more doubtful of Lizzie's cover every one it didn't.
She didn't want to wet her pants, didn't want to go into diapers already... Or at all, here, on the job, in Heather's office, by someone other than Heather herself. How long was she going to be able to wait before she had to, before Cassie knew she wasn't as much of a baby as Heather was presenting her as? Before she started to wonder why, what was going on?
All those worries swirling around in her head did the trick, same as her need to pee earlier had, hindering her ability to color within the lines naturally, hopefully without it seeming artificial, the way it might have if she'd done it on purpose. She kept her eyes fixed on the paper, her tongue peeking out from between her lips as she chewed on it, softly and thoughtfully, weighing her options as her bladder filled back up. It wasn't a lot, she could tell... Would it be enough that, if her potty training was slipping, or had never completely developed, she would be dribbling now?
After a bit, she got up the courage to glance at her sitter, wanting to get a sense of if it looked like Cassie was frowning, or growing impatient. To her surprise, she'd been wrong; Cassie wasn't staring at her at all, she was boredly wriggling on the sofa, poking at something between the cushions. Maybe she'd been watching before, and was biding her time now until what she considered the inevitable.
Lizzie was able to relax a little, seeing that. Perhaps Cassie wasn't as nefarious as she'd thought, as obsessed with finding an opportunity to diaper her... She would, certainly, take one if it appeared, but she might not be searching quite as hard for one as Lizzie had assumed.
She kept coloring for as long as she dared, though there was only so long she could keep it up when Cassie could, at any moment, look over and discover she was basically finished. She pushed herself to her feet with the aid of the edge of the table and toddled around, holding her picture out, feeling a touch of actual shyness encroaching. "H-Here," she said, biting her lip. "Th-This is for you."
"Lizzie!" Cassie exclaimed, taking it and examining it. "This is lovely! Thank you so much!"
Lizzie couldn't tell, for sure, if Cassie meant it or not, if it was genuine or condescending. She probably didn't want to, either. She had made it to look intentionally messy and childish, yet the idea of her being too convincing at that was embarrassing in its own way. She'd planned on handing it to Cassie as she left, or having Heather give it to the woman for her... She hadn't thought she'd have to stand there and watch Cassie's reaction live and in person.
"Come here!" Cassie opened her arms, and Lizzie obediently waddled into them, accepting the hug, and the pat on the bottom that came with it, no doubt at least partially a veiled attempt at a check. "I wish I had something to give you!"
"No, you don't have..." Lizzie started.
"Oh, I know!" Cassie's face lit up. "Here!"
Lizzie's eyes widened as she saw Cassie reach into her pocket and produce the piece of candy. Was that the same one the receptionist had given her? The one that had vanished from her own pocket during her nap? The wrapper looked similar, though she'd only seen it once, so she couldn't be positive. "I-I don't..." she began to protest, mind racing to formulate a reason to say no.
"It's fine!" Cassie chuckled. "Your Mommy won't mind you having one piece of candy! And if she does, you can blame it on me, okay?" Lizzie still didn't go for it. "Ohhh," Cassie nodded. "You don't know how to open it, huh? It's not hard!"
She unwrapped the candy, and before Lizzie could react, pushed it into the girl's mouth. "Mmm, yummy!" she smiled encouragingly.
Panic washed over Lizzie. What was she going to do?! If this was the same candy, she couldn't eat it, couldn't deal with those consequences... Spitting it out would look weird, too, though, when littles all tended to love sweets so much... And she didn't know for sure if it was the receptionist's candy, if she was overreacting or not.
"And here," Cassie leaned over, picking the pacifier up off of the table, and, in one smooth motion, slipping it between Lizzie's lips. "I should have done this earlier... I doubt your Mommy wants you nibbling on yourself, silly girl."
Lizzie's stomach fell as she saw Cassie give the pacifier's ring a twist, as she heard the hiss, felt the nipple expanding, giving her no way to remove it... Or the candy that was now stuck in her mouth with it, slowly dissolving...