Professional Help - Part 4 (Patreon)

A continuation of the caption series from last month, commissioned by an anonymous Patron.   Pictures property of  Little Fantasy. 

'Fun' was not the word Shelby would have chosen for the party,at least, not with Hailee there. It would have been bad enough, standing around, talking to her co-workers, constantly worried that the wind was going to blow her skirt up the little bit it would have to go to expose her trainers to everyone there. And, considering how many Amazons were there - and other 'Tweeners who were looking to impress those Amazons - Shelby knew, if that happened, her adult life was over.

She should have fought harder for one of her other outfits, she thought to herself, although, on the other hand, if she hadn't gone back to change so many times, they might have gotten there in time for her to grab one of the lawn chairs. She might feel a little safer sitting, rather than standing... She really hadn't expected so many higher-ups to be here.

Even though Hailee's 'offer' to chauffeur her here had been pitched to her largely on the promise of her being allowed to drink as much as she wanted, Shelby wasn't about to allow herself to risk getting drunk in front of these people. It didn't take much at all for her, and not only would it make it more likely for her to accidentally flash everyone, it would also make her actually using her training pants a far bigger possibility.

So, while it would have taken the edge off her nerves, and made her feel less silly, standing there with her bottle of water while everyone else had real, adult beverages, she knew it was for the best. She suspected Hailee had thought she would fall for the trap, since she was constantly offering to get her something, but there was, especially, no way she'd drink anything that giant gave her. She hated to think that way, though, given the way Hailee had been acting so far, she didn't want to risk getting an extra strong drink, or possibly even one with a special, secret ingredient.

Besides missing out on seats, another consequence of taking so long to get to the party was that Shelby had missed any directions, if they'd been given, to the bathroom. The house was quite large, and she didn't really want to go wandering too much... But, before long, even though she'd only been nursing her same bottle of water the whole time - and still had a good bit of it left - she still began to feel the need to do so.

She wasn't going to risk holding it too long; she didn't want to find out how Hailee would react to discovering she'd had an accident here. The Amazon hadn't checked her yet, but anytime she walked past, she would ask how Shelby was, her voice sounding far too loud each time, making the girl worry someone else would overhear, and somehow figure out the subtext of the question. In theory, Shelby's padding would hide any accident she might have... If that Amazon weakness radar was a real thing, however, she wouldn't want Hailee's zeroing in on her any more than it seemingly already had, or any of the other Amazons'. Plus, she had no doubt that Hailee wouldn't let her out of the car at the end of the night without lifting her skirt at least once.

If it hadn't been for Hailee, Shelby definitely would have felt more confident asking someone where the bathroom was. If the Amazon hadn't discovered her secret, making her worry that somebody else could, and if she hadn't taken control over what she wore, Hailee might not have given it a second thought... But those things had happened, and Shelby simply couldn't bring herself to even mention that to anyone, other than the host... He was constantly surrounded, however, and this was not something she wanted to ask with other people around.

So, against her better judgement, she headed into the house, wandering down the hall, trying to guess which of the closed doors could be the bathroom. She'd hoped that door would be open, but, when none of them were, she had little choice, other than to try them at random. The first was a home office, quite tidy and neat; the second was completely different.

It was clean, technically, but not at all organized, or neat. It was chaos, with baby toys strewn all around, clearly either much loved, or having been thrown about in the midst of a temper tantrum. Shelby's heart began beating louder in her chest, as the scent of baby power really started to hit her, even before the sudden demand of, "Who are you?!"

She wasn't sure why she was so surprised, since this room was obviously occupied, at least at some point in the recent past, but she hadn't seen anyone, so the sound of the voice made her jump, and, to her horror, wet herself a little, blushing at the thought of being caught in here by a co-worker, especially as she felt the warmth trickling through her padding.

Thankfully, the curtain over the large window was whisked aside, revealing not somebody from the office, but a Little, wearing a t-shirt and a huge, bulging diaper, one that she couldn't help noticing was rather lumpy looking in the rear. "S-Sorry," Shelby blushed, her cheeks warming up further at the sight of the woman, feeling her eyes drawn to her diaper, unable to keep from wondering if it really was messy, as she suspected. "I-I was looking for..." 

She paused, the idea of bringing up the bathroom in front of her seeming suddenly quite awkward. The Little stared at her for a moment, then turned back to staring wistfully out the window at the party going on in her back yard. "Don't touch my toys," she ordered, before letting the curtain close on her again.

"How sweet." Shelby jumped again, whimpering softly as her training panties grew even wetter. "Did you make a little friend?" Shelby turned reluctantly, unhappy - but unsurprised - to find Hailee there. "Do you need to borrow one of her diapers?"

"No!" Shelby squeaked, but the giant had already grabbed her skirt and lifted it up, shaking her head as she surveyed the damage.

"If you didn't notice that, maybe you should," she said. "Pull-Ups might not be enough for you."

Hailee turned red as she heard the Little giggle from behind the curtain, knowing just how vulnerable a position she was in. Shelby could put her in one of those diapers, parade her outside, and, more than likely, nobody would come to her rescue, especially if Hailee brought along those wet trainers as proof. This could, easily, be it for her adult life.

"P-Please," she sniffled. "Give me another chance..."

Hailee stared at her for a long moment, then nodded. "Fine," she agreed. "One more. But I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on you..."