Published: December 18th 2022, 1:00:05 pm
Sydney could hardly believe she was doing this, but, as she reminded herself mentally, it did make the most sense. "Umm... Two," she burbled, blushing while she watched Monica smile, grabbing a pair of diapers from under the changing table, setting them down beside Sydney.
That wasn't as big as they were going to be on her, Syd reasoned. They were all folded up now, so, when they were unfolded, they wouldn't look quite as bulky... Seeing them this way, however, one atop the other, they seemed like an insurmountable summit of padding, one that would render her totally immobile. Part of her wanted to amend her answer, to say she'd misspoke, and meant only one... Now that she'd said otherwise, though, she was certain Monica would see through her, would decide not to trust her in anything less than her original response.
"Now, sweetie," Monica cooed, "I'm going to get you undressed... I know it'll be chilly for a minute, but if you can manage not to be too squirmy, we'll be done in no time, okay?"
"O-Okay, Auntie Monica," Syd nodded. Somehow, that part hadn't occurred to her until now... With her staying downstairs with Monica, it was reasonable to assume that she would, at least from time to time, be the one to dress her, maybe even give her a bath... And she had already seen her naked, in bits and pieces, taking her dress off to measure her, and changing her diaper many times.
All at once was new, however, and despite what Monica had told her, it was difficult not to fidget as she laid there, completely nude, feeling so tiny and vulnerable beneath the larger woman, fighting her instincts to cover up, to hide herself, to show her shame for how small she was in comparison, how much it seemed like she deserved to be getting treated this way by someone so much bigger and more mature.
Monica didn't appear to mind, or barely even notice, cheerfully wiping Syd clean, Sydney grateful for the wipe warmer that made the process not quite as bad as she'd expected in the crisp winter evening, then lifting her by the ankles and sliding the first diaper underneath her bottom. Syd wiggled, trying to decide if this was thicker than the diaper she'd just been taken out of, if Monica had gotten her special nighttime diapers, or if that was her imagination. If that was the case, surely one would be enough... But she couldn't bring that up, not now, not while she was 'in character.'
"Hmm," Monica pondered, once she had the first layer taped up, staring down at her handiwork. Syd perked up, wondering if, maybe, she was thinking the same thing, if the woman had forgotten how bulky these diapers were. Instead, after a few seconds of silence, she asked, "You're positive it was only two, sweetie? Should we go with three?"
"No!" Syd squealed. Three diapers?! She still didn't know how hard two were going to make getting around! Three would probably immobilize her, keep her trapped in her crib after bedtime, like she was meant to be... Like a real baby...
"I don't know," Monica pursed her lips. "I'm not certain this will be enough... Do you even know how many three is?"
"Yes!" Syd glowered, knowing that she shouldn't be offended, that the question only meant she was doing a good job playing her part, yet unable to help herself. "See? One..." She lifted one hand from the table, sticking out a finger. "Two... Three!"
"Very good!" Monica patted her on the head. "You see? It isn't that many at all, is it? It's barely more than two!"
"I don't need three diapers!" Sydney wailed, stomping her feet on the changing table in frustration, heart starting to pound, realizing that, if Monica disagreed, there was nothing she could do to stop her.
"My, my," Monica shook her head. "Someone is ready for bed, isn't she? I'll trust you this time, sweetie, but I hope you don't leak tonight."
"I won't!" Syd promised, the mere thought of peeing enough in a single night to soak through three of these bulky layers enough to make her face light up bright red.
Monica scooted the second diaper under Syd's bottom. "We'll see," she replied. "I'd hate to think of you having to sleep in a puddle because you miscounted, or misremembered..."
Syd really wanted to insist that she was more than capable of counting to three, but she was busy involuntarily squeezing her thighs together in disbelief after Monica tugged the diaper up between them. She was very glad she'd said no to a third layer now...
She also blushed again, the action revealing to her that she'd already dribbled, that her innermost diaper was wet, before her change was even over, no doubt thanks to her fear at the idea of spending the night triple diapered. If Monica had noticed, she hadn't mentioned it... It probably wasn't safe to assume she hadn't just because she'd stayed quiet, however. That was exactly the sort of thing a seasoned caretaker would be able to spot a mile away...
"There we go!" Monica fastened the final tape and gave the front of the diaper a pat. "Now, we'll get you nice and cozy!" She helped Syd into a fuzzy, pink footed sleeper and carried her over to the crib, tucking her in snugly before starting to pull the stuffed animals out, setting them on top of the toy box. "I don't want you to get any ideas if you wake up early," Monica explained, seeing the confused expression on Syd's face. "I don't think you'd feel it through both those diapers, but better to get rid of the temptation altogether, right?"
Mortified, Sydney burrowed deeper under her covers, her already damp diaper crinkling, along with the plastic sheet on her crib's mattress. Monica thought she was so much of a baby she was going to try humping her stuffed animals... And, considering how she looked at the moment, she supposed she couldn't exactly blame her. "I-I don't do that anymore," she mumbled, hating that she had to add that final word, that she had to imply that she had, before, to seemingly confirm that image in Monica's head. She didn't know what Hannah had told her, though, about curing her of her naughtiness that had landed her in mittens the last time she was here, what stories she'd woven to make it seem more realistic, and she didn't want to contradict any of them.
"I'm sure you don't," Monica ruffled her hair. "You're a good little girl." She kissed Syd on the forehead, then raised the side of the crib, locking it into place, holding out a pacifier for her through the bars. Syd felt her mouth open, her head lean towards it, yearning for its comfort... But she stopped herself.
"Can I have a baba?" she asked. "I'm kinda thirsty after the car ride..."
"Of course, honey." Monica still slid the paci into Syd's mouth, but she didn't expand it, and still hadn't after returning with a bottle of apple juice, setting it beside Sydney in the crib. "Gotta stay well-hydrated!"
"Uh-huh," Syd nodded. "Night-night, Auntie Monica."
She watched the woman go, silently willing her to close the door behind her... But she didn't, leaving it open just a crack, just enough that she, or Hannah, could peek in on Sydney with minimal warning. Syd sighed, curling up under her covers, staring at that sliver of light coming from the door in annoyance, not daring to do anything, other than squirm around, loosen up the covers a bit, while she waited for it to go away.
When, at last, it did, she sat up, blushing as she felt how squishy her diaper had already gotten. She'd known she had to go again, but hadn't thought anything of it, of course, not now that she was thickly diapered, and expected to use them. She didn't want to risk an escape attempt right away, so, instead, she reached behind herself, fumbling to find the zipper of the sleeper.
She had wet her diaper, yes; she was still unconvinced that she'd get anywhere close to soaking through two layers before the next morning... Not unless she got some help. The bottle had been useful in preventing her paci from being locked into her mouth, however, that didn't mean she couldn't find another use for it as well. If she opened it up and poured it into her pants, that would go a long way in selling the illusion that she was a bedwetter.
Except... She couldn't. It took her a minute to reach the zipper at all, and then another few of tugging uselessly to realize that it didn't matter. It was a locking zipper, one that she wasn't going to be able to get open by herself. She'd very much doubted she would be able to get out of her diapers by herself... It hadn't occurred to her that she wouldn't even be able to get to them, to tug open the waistband...
Embarrassing as it was, the bottle could still help her soak her diapers, though... Just in the old fashioned way. Reluctantly, she pulled her paci free, lifting her bottle to her pouting lips and starting to suck, staring out at the darkness beyond the nursery door, giving Monica a little longer to fall asleep before, finally, pulling herself to her feet.
She hadn't tried to stand since the diapering, and it was more difficult than she'd envisioned, her feet splayed wide by the bulk, toes turning in towards each other as she awkwardly waddled around the crib. Those stuffed animals had been part of the key to climbing out, but she wasn't going to give up yet... She stretched up as high as she could get, grasping the bars, hopping up and attempting to scramble higher, the slick feet of her sleeper sliding uselessly off of the bars, sending her falling back onto the mattress with a crinkly thump.
The next time didn't go any better, though her frustration was fueling her, prompting her to think harder, to find a way to make it work... Until, as she prepared for the third climb, she heard the nursery door open.
"What is going on in here?" Monica demanded, standing there in a flannel nightgown.
"N-Nothing!" Syd replied instantly.
Monica's eyebrows raised. "Really? I heard an awful lot of movement over the baby monitor for 'nothing.'"
A baby monitor... Sydney's stomach sank as she heard the words. She hadn't even thought of that, however, now that it had been mentioned, it seemed obvious Monica would have one. She blushed, staring through the bars, up at Monica, mind drawing a blank when it came to excuses.
Monica stepped in closer, giving Syd's diaper a squeeze through the sleeper. "You're wet, but it isn't that bad," she mused. "Oh, I see... Your baba's empty, isn't it? Are you thirsty?" Syd bobbed her head, happy to have Monica do some of the work herself. "I know just what you need," Monica smiled, lowering the side of the crib, plucking Sydney out of it.
Syd was confused, having assumed Monica would take her bottle away for a refill of juice. Instead, the woman carried Syd over to the rocking chair and sat down, unbuttoning the front of her nightgown...
No way. Syd swallowed a gasp, her eyes growing wide in the darkness. This couldn't be happening... This was going too far. She had to find a way out of this, even if it meant blowing her and Hannah's cover. She'd wear diapers, and sleep in a nursery, and spend most of her days in a walker, listening to her new favorite song, but she was never, ever going to...
She squirmed and squeaked as Monica lifted her up, moving her closer and closer to it, despite Syd's best efforts. "No need to be fussy," Monica cooed. "Auntie Monica is going to take such good care of you..."
And then, before Syd knew it, she was being pressed to Monica's chest, her mouth guided to her nipple, where, to her horror, she felt her instincts start to kick in, her lips beginning to suckle... She whimpered, feeling her mouth fill with milk, stomach churning, knowing what it was, where it was coming from... To her surprise, however, it didn't taste disgusting at all. It was sweet, in a way, warm, comforting... To her shock, she found herself snuggling up against Monica, nursing in earnest, telling herself it was to not blow her cover, and waste everything else she'd gone through...
At the end, though, her tummy full, her brain a bit foggy as Monica gently wiped her mouth, when the bigger woman asked, "Did you like that?", all she could think to do was nod... And it definitely wasn't just to maintain the lie she and Hannah were weaving, because she was too overwhelmed to think about that. "I'm glad," Monica patted her bottom, carrying her back to the crib to tuck her in again. The paci returned to Syd's mouth, and she heard a hiss as it was secured into her mouth, but, by then, she didn't care... She was already drifting off to sleep.
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Syd was already having a hard enough time looking Hannah in the eye the next morning, knowing what had happened the night before, and how drenched her diaper had been when she'd woken up. She had, true to her word, not leaked, but it had been closer than she'd expected... And much more-so than it had been when she'd fallen asleep. She wasn't so sure Monica wasn't going to triple diaper her the next night after all... Not that it mattered, when the baby monitor guaranteed she wasn't going to be able to do anything at night anyway, without running the risk of Monica overhearing.
As soon as the bottle of milk was set down in front of her on her high chair, however, she wanted to sink into the floor, positive that, somehow, Hannah would see that and make the connection, know what had gone down between her and Monica after bedtime... She tried to look away, to ignore it as she dipped her spoon back into her bowl of oatmeal for another bite, but her eyes kept being drawn back to it, her cheeks lighting up.
Finally, she couldn't help herself anymore, setting down her spoon, grabbing the bottle with both hands and lifting it to her lips, giving it a suck... Sure enough, just as she'd known, deep down, it would be, she recognized the taste right away. Breast milk. Monica had given her a bottle of breast milk, and she was drinking it, right in front of Hannah... And, worse yet, she was liking it.
"Was that yummy?" Monica smiled at her after she drained it. "Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from!" Indeed, after she finished up her oatmeal, and got taken to her walker, a fresh, full bottle was placed on the tray by a winking Monica.
Sydney hated how much she wanted to start drinking it right away, but she did her best to pretend it wasn't there. "Umm... A-Auntie Monica?"
"Yes, sweetie?" she said. "Do you need a change already?"
"No, ma'am," Syd blushed. "I just... I was thinking, and... I-I want to make some Christmas presents for everyone, and..."
"That's such a nice idea!" Monica beamed. "You're a sweet girl."
Syd stared down at the tray of her walker bashfully. "I-It only seemed fair..."
"Oh, yeah," Hannah commented from the doorway. "She mentioned that in the car... You can help her with that, right? I know you love doing crafts and stuff... I was never any good at that."
Syd's eyes widened, bouncing in frustration. What was Hannah doing?! Why would she be getting Monica involved in this?! Didn't she know that asking her to help would make it that much harder - if not impossible - for Syd to sneak away during it, to go do what they were here to do?!
She didn't understand it at all... Until, after a morning of being stripped down to her diaper and set in the middle of a bunch of spread-out newspapers with some finger-paints, she felt a pain in her tummy and, afraid Monica would notice her discomfort if she held it, she let it go, filling her diaper, only to be whisked right off to the nursery for a change, Hannah nowhere to be seen during any of it.
It was a strange time to have a moment of clarity, in the middle of being changed out of a messy diaper, but that was when it came, when it struck her that Hannah hadn't been around at all, that she was glad to let Monica take care of everything. Whether this had been her plan all along or not, Syd couldn't say... All she knew was that she was providing quite the distraction for Monica, during which Hannah could be doing anything she wanted...
This was not what she'd signed up for! She was supposed to be disarming everyone with her innocence, and then doing the thievery herself! And yet, here she was, becoming more and more babified, presumably so Hannah could do all the fun stuff on her own!
She wasn't happy about it... That might not mean that it was bad, though. It was possible Hannah was improvising, taking advantage of the way things were heading, making it easier for them both over all... Or, maybe she meant to do it all herself, and then blame it on Syd, if Monica noticed, or... Well, who knew what else she could have planned?!
"What's wrong?" Monica asked, seeing the girl's furrowed brow, her grumpy expression. "Did you not get it all out? I'll have you in your new diaper in a minute, sweetie, and you can go ahead and make pushies then... I doubt it'll be enough to warrant another change right away..."
What should she do?! Should she trust in the original plan, and her partner in crime? Or did she need to strike back now, before there was any risk of Hannah figuring out that she knew? If she betrayed Hannah, and found out that Hannah hadn't actually intended to to the same to her, that could end badly, too...
Should Sydney...
Tell Monica everything?
Maintain her own cover story, but claim she'd heard her Mommy planning something?
Stay quiet now, and confront Hannah about it privately?
Or say nothing, and see how things play out?