Proving A Point - Part 4 (Patreon)

"I'm sorry," Amelia shrugged, not sounding like she meant it at all. "But you messed yourself last night, you couldn't even stay dry long enough to do the dishes, and then you went so much overnight that you almost leaked all over your sheets... I think you've proven, without a doubt, that you need these."

Cheshire's vision was blurry, from the tears she was staring up at her sitter through, but she could still recognize the huge, pink diaper she was holding. She wanted to point out that the only reason she'd wet so much in the night was that she'd been put to bed so early - and without a change! - or at least beg for another chance... Instead, all she could do was cry, and whimper, "No... I'm not a baby..."

"Well, you are now," Amelia grinned, sliding the diaper under her. It was so much thicker than the white ones, the padding forcing her thighs much wider as it was pulled up between her legs. There was no doubt this one was made to hold much bigger messes, to hold out far longer between changes.... It was, indeed, made for babies... 

As Amelia taped it into place, however, Cheshire realized that she, definitely, was not a baby. In fact, she wasn't even meant to be the one being babysat... She blinked, remembering the sight of Amelia holding that diaper a moment earlier, and then, more faintly, the sensation of picking it up herself, of asking Amelia about it... 

"What the hell did you do?!" she demanded, sitting up. What had happened?! She'd just spent the last half of the previous day acting as if she was some little kid, afraid of Amelia, who had played with her like she was one of her dolls... She'd just totally accepted it, at least until this diaper had tried to push her too far. Now, she was lying on Amelia's bed - which she'd slept in, wetting herself quite possibly more than once as she dozed - in nothing but that bulky, pink diaper.

"Uh-oh," Amelia blushed. "I-I thought..." 

"You'd better have a good explanation for this, young lady!" Cheshire fumed, hopping off the bed, Amelia rushing out of the room in response. Cheshire shook her head, confused and annoyed... She definitely should have asked for extra money, though she never would have guessed that the diapers she'd have to deal with on this job would be her own. She looked down at it, pondering whether she should take the time to rip it off before chasing after Amelia... On one hand, it would be difficult to be intimidating while wearing it; on the other, if she did, she'd be completely naked, which also wasn't intimidating, unless she took the time to dress herself, too, giving Amelia more time to hide herself.

Before she could decide, she heard familiar noises coming from somewhere else in the house... She'd only heard them once, but she recognized them instantly, and, just as quickly, she found herself hurrying towards them, wanting nothing more than to go to them, to see the swirling colors she knew would be accompanying them.

No... She shook her head, finally gaining control of herself again halfway down the hall. Those things were almost definitely the reason she'd acted the way she had yesterday... If she went back into the living room, it could easily happen again... She had to get away from them, not move closer...

The front door led directly to the front yard, and while there weren't many neighbors, she didn't want to risk any of them seeing her dressed this way, so, instead, she headed for the kitchen. She knew there was another door there, another way out... She had to get outside, away from the sounds, which were making it more and more difficult to resist returning to the TV with each passing moment... She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, or Amelia actually raising the volume, but the noises seemed to be getting louder and louder...

Finally, she reached the kitchen, waddling over to the back door... Only to remember, too late, that the house was right on a lake. She should have known... That was part of the reason she'd agreed to this job, because she'd figured she could go swimming after putting Amelia to bed... But, in her panic, she'd completely forgotten. There was no back yard to run across, just a few feet of dock, probably not long enough, even with the door closed, to get her away from the sound...

She stared out, heart pounding. Should she try to swim? More and more of her brain seemed to be getting filled with the noise, blanking out her other thoughts, making it hard to concentrate on anything... Would she even remember how to swim, after the time it would take to open the door and step outside? She didn't want to jump into the water and then realize she'd totally forgotten... 

Maybe she'd been wrong, and the front yard was her best bet, after all. It was the weekend, after all... Hopefully, everyone else would still be asleep, not outside walking, or mowing their lawn, or just staring out their front window... At the very least, she could get some distance between her and the TV there by simply walking... That was much easier than swimming... 

As she made her way back through the house, however, even walking seemed to get more difficult. Her legs didn't want to work right... She blamed the diaper, and just how big and thick it was, though the thought of actually taking it off didn't occur to her. Instead, she sank down to the floor and began to crawl, finding that way simpler, and even quicker, than walking. The house looked much different from down there, but she told herself she knew the layout well enough to make it to the front door... How hard could it be? She was positive she could, and would make it... Right up until she turned the corner and saw the TV - with Amelia standing beside it in those glasses Cheshire had only seen her wear once before - blaring the sounds louder than ever, the colors so bright and vibrant and deep, sucking her in further and further...