Adulting (Patreon)

Commissioned by an anonymous Patron. Picture property of the seemingly now defunct Baby-Doll.

Katie brushed past the maid, barely giving her a second chance as she headed for the door, before remembering what she had meant to tell the woman. "Oh, can you give the crisper drawer in the fridge an extra good scrub? I knocked something over on the bottom shelf, and I guess it leaked down there, so now it's all sticky."

Feeling proud of herself - and slightly annoyed at having had to tell the maid to do her job in the first place - she made a beeline for the front door, purse slung over her shoulder. Adulting was hard sometimes, but she was doing a pretty good job of it... Or so she thought.

"Actually, I have something I need to talk to you about," the maid said.

Katie turned, rolling her eyes. "What?" She couldn't possibly imagine what this woman - she could never remember her actual name - could want from her, or that it was important enough to interrupt her. Her parents paid her, just like they paid for the apartment, so it wasn't like she could come to Katie for a raise... Not that Katie would have given her one at the moment anyway. "Can't you see I'm busy?!"

"Yes, you're a very busy girl," the maid had the audacity to roll her eyes at that, as if it wasn't true. "Too busy, it seems, to make it to the bathroom on time." She pulled out her phone, flipping through several pictures of Katie's underwear, with obvious wet spots on them.

Katie blushed, although the main thing she felt in that moment was her skin crawling. "Ew... What are you, some kind of stalker?" she asked, backing away slowly.

"I do your laundry," the maid reminded her. 

"Then just do it!" Katie stomped one heel-clad foot. "Don't go snooping through my panties! That's gross! I'm going to tell my parents, and..."

"No," the maid cut her off, "I'm the one who's going to tell your parents... I'll send them those pictures..."

"So what, I partied a little too hard a couple times! It happens!" Katie huffed. 

"Along with these," the maid continued, showing Katie a few shots of the apartment before she cleaned, when it looked, Katie had to admit, pretty trashed.

"I think that just makes you look bad," Katie stuck her nose even higher in the air, feeling especially defensive since she knew that was after, at most, two days. "After all, it's your job to clean."

"And this." She ended with pictures of the inside of the fridge, nearly empty other than a few old take-out containers, some random condiments, and alcohol.

"I'm a grown-up!" Katie insisted. "I can eat what I want!"

"You might technically be an adult, but I'm sure if your parents saw these, they'd realize what I did - that you're really just an overgrown child, not even close to ready to live on her own. What do you think they'd do then? I have a feeling, at the very least, they wouldn't be so happy about paying for everything... What would you do if they cut you off? You'd actually have to get a job, and a pretty damn good one if you wanted to afford this place; are you qualified for anything like that? Or would..."

"Fine!" Katie glared at the maid unhappily, all the more frustrated because she knew the woman had a point. Maybe she could get out ahead of this woman, tell her parents that it was the maid who had done all of that to try to frame her... Would they believe her, though? She honestly wasn't sure. "I don't know that I can convince them to give you a raise, I'm already spending as much as they told me I was allowed to on a maid, so..."

"Do they give you a budget for clothes and food?" the maid asked. Katie considered lying, but finally nodded. "The month just started, so I'm sure you haven't spent any yet, have you?" Katie shook her head. "All right, tell me how much you get for each, then give me the card and the PIN. I'm going shopping, and you are going to get this place looking as nice as you can before I get back."

"But that's your job!" Katie pouted. "That's why I pay you!"

"No, your parents pay me," the maid reminded her. "And they are going to continue to pay me, but not as a maid..." She refused to say what she meant, although the meaning became clear when she returned, stocking the fridge with gross, healthy looking stuff, then revealing what she'd bought with the clothes money.

"No way," Katie shook her head. "I am NOT wearing those!" One spanking later, and she was not only letting herself get taped into one of the thick, bulky adult diapers the maid had bought for her, but handing over the key to her bathroom, and standing obediently in the corner, doing nothing more than squirming anxiously, despite knowing that, behind her, the maid was taking all of her underwear, all her skirts, her dresses, her dresses, anything that would hide her diaper, into the locked bathroom, where she would get to see them only when the maid was over to give her a bath, or watch her brushing her teeth before putting her to bed. She was allowed to wear them on the weekends, when the maid would take her out to the park, and the other woman always got to choose which of them she put on Katie.

"Prove to me that you can be a big girl, eat well, and keep this apartment looking halfway decent, instead of like a pigsty, and I'll give you the key back," the woman promised. "Until then, as far as I'm concerned, you're just a child, and I will treat you like one.... And punish you like one." Katie rubbed her throbbing bottom and nodded fearfully.

The apartment was large, but since she was stuck in it - at least, unless she wanted to walk out in the the hall with her diaper fully visible - it didn't take long before she had it in good shape, and maintaining that wasn't nearly as hard as she had thought, which left her a lot of spare time on her hands, even though the maid was always there in the afternoon, to make her take a nap, and very early in the evening, to put her to bed. Katie was sure she had fulfilled her end of the bargain, and proven she could adult, yet the maid told her they'd have to wait and see if she could keep it up... Which had led to a tantrum the first time she'd said it, leading to a very unhappy maid, and a very red bottom for Katie.

"Please, can't I just go hang out with my friends?" she begged, several times. "They're already wondering why they haven't seen me in so long... They keep threatening to come over and check on me..."

"I don't know," the maid would reply. "I think those girls are bad influences on you, and your behavior is just starting to improve..."

Her friends did text her, now and then, and sometimes asked where she was... They'd never offered to come see her, though that was just as well, because there was no way she would have let them in to see her sitting around in her diapers. Really, she just wanted an excuse to get out of the house, without the maid. 

She was starting to assume it would never happen, but, finally, one day, the woman relented. "All right, if you want to see them so badly, you can go." Katie had squealed, bouncing and giving her a hug. "Let's go find you a cute outfit." In the bathroom, she picked out a short skirt and a white shirt, holding them up. "Are these the sort of things you wear with your little friends?"

Katie nodded, holding up a pair of her panties. "Can I... Oww!" She dropped them quickly as her hand was given a smack.

"You know better than to touch those, young lady!" the maid lectured. "I was considering letting you try them out, but after that, I don't think so!"

Katie wasn't sure if she bought that or not, but the thought of having been so close to getting back into real underwear was almost enough to launch her into a tantrum at now being denied them... She knew doing that would just get her into more trouble, however, so she held it in, apologizing and letting the maid dress her in the outfit, some pantyhose, and a pair of sneakers.

The maid mostly chose some of Katie's more conservative outfits for their outings on the weekends, the sort of things her mother had given her and she'd kept just in case her parents visited, so it was nice to get to wear her usual style again, even without her usual heels... Although, she had to admit, she didn't remember this skirt being quite so short. It probably had to do with her - obviously - not usually wearing it with a diaper.

"Are you sure it's long enough?" she asked again, tugging at it nervously.

"It's just perfect for you," the maid smiled. "Now, get going, or I'll change my mind about this whole thing! I expect you to be back in time for your nap..."

"Yes, ma'am!" Katie hurried for the door. After all, she wasn't about to give up this chance to show what an adult she really was...