A Helping Hand - Part 3 (Patreon)

"I'm sorry!" Adriana sniffled, staring up at Steve's mother desperately from the changing table. "Please... Let me help! I want to help!"

"I don't know," the woman shook her head. "You didn't sound very willing yesterday..."

"I was just tired!" Adriana told her. "You were right, I needed a nap! I feel much better now..." That wasn't exactly true. She did feel glad that Adriana's mother hadn't let Rose take her for a diaper change - Rose had made sure to give her plenty of bottles throughout the meal, so it had hardly been a surprise that she'd been forced to pee her pants again, right there in front of everyone, naked except for the diaper, a bib, and her socks - but the fact that she'd been in that position at all meant that she was in far from the greatest of moods despite that.

Still, they were here for at least the weekend - she didn't see any signs that Steve was planning on cutting the visit short - and the last thing she wanted was to spend the whole time being treated like a baby. "Your food was very good, and to show how thankful I am for it, I want to help out..." 

Amazingly, the food really had been quite tasty, despite having been ground up into baby food form. Steve's mother nodded slowly, but pulled another diaper out from under the table anyway, making Adriana's stomach drop.

"You can help," the woman told her, sliding the thick, crinkly garment under her, the girl whimpering as she felt her still sore backside sink into the padding, "but I'm still not convinced you don't belong in these, after the way you've been behaving. If you can prove you're mature enough, I'll think about letting you out of them tomorrow."

"Okay," Adriana agreed reluctantly. Most of the family would be gone by then, but they'd already seen her... She wouldn't have minded them seeing her without the diapers, so they knew this wasn't how she usually dressed, though her main goal was just to get out of them.

"You ate quite a bit," the woman pointed out, after taping the diaper into place, and heading into the closet, "and you have quite a bit of hard work ahead of you, so I'm sure you'll be ready for a nap once you're done." She pulled a pink nightshirt out of the closet, sliding it over Adriana's head. Like the dress, it left most of her diaper visible, and made Adriana feel ridiculous... But it was still better than what she'd just been wearing, so she didn't dare complain.

Adriana was escorted back out of the nursery - feeling, in her new outfit, like a toddler about to tell her family goodnight before being put to bed - and into the kitchen, where the dishes were stacked high, on all the counters around the sink. She gulped, suddenly less sure of her decision, until she reminded herself that this was her ticket back into her real clothes, and, more importantly, real underwear.

Rose had volunteered to help as well, but Adriana told her to go spend time with her family, partially hoping for some more brownie points, mostly to keep the person who had just been force-feeding her while she was tied to a high chair away. Rose had been happy to comply, obviously not excited about the task at hand, either, leaving Adriana alone with the dishes.

She'd hoped Steve would show up to help at some point, but he never did. As Adriana worked, she felt a heaviness growing in her tummy, one she, at first, didn't give a second thought to, sure she could wait until the next day, when everything was back to normal. As she kept working, however, the feeling grew more and more urgent... 

Unfortunately, the hallway to the bathroom went right past the living room, where the family was gathered. Adriana didn't dare try to slip past before she was finished with her task, even though she would have gone back to finish... She didn't want to give Steve's mother any excuse for keeping her in diapers. 

Even when she was done, however, listening to the water drain out of the sink with a feeling of tired satisfaction, she still felt like she was sneaking... And not doing a very good job at it.