The Adoption - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Once again, commissioned by Elizabeth. I hope you all haven't minded getting so much of this at once, but she had two months worth of rewards to redeem last month, and then this month's, so I decided to get it all done, and posted, at once. There's more, different, content coming up soon, I promise!

Chapter 3

It had been a spur of the moment decision, something that had floated through her mind briefly, but not in a serious way until she'd spoken it out loud. She really didn't have any bright ideas as to what she was going to do, though it seemed right that she do something... This would be a big moment in the lives of both Heather, and the Amazon's adoptee. The question was, which of those two should the party really be for?

They'd both be there, of course, but they'd probably both be looking for different things from it... Even a little who wanted this - and especially one who had been... less willing - would likely want a chance to say goodbye to their adult life. Heather, on the other hand, or any other Amazon in her position, would want more of a baby shower, a celebration of their new life together.

She should have chosen the little's side... Even without what the woman in the furniture store had told her, she would have known it was the right choice, and that only amplified it. The rest of the victim's life would be, in a way, a celebration of Heather's victory. Anytime they were out together, at least one person would see them, and compliment Heather on her adorable baby. Hopefully, that was something the little would enjoy, but, even if it was, Lizzie was sure they'd appreciate having one last chance to be an adult before that all happened.

She had no idea if Heather would have even allowed that; she'd never heard of such a party before, honestly. Heather had given her free reign, though, and maybe she could have started a trend, done something that, in some small way, helped other littles who found themselves in the same situation as Heather's new baby. Perhaps she would have felt less like the trailer she had been accused of being if she'd done that one, small thing for whatever unfortunate soul wound up in the nursery she, herself, had designed.

Ultimately, however, she worked for Heather, so, whether it was the right thing or not, that was who she went with in the end. It was easier for her, too, since there were plenty of other parties to model it after, and, when she went looking for supplies, everything she needed was right on hand... But she still felt a twinge of guilt when she thought about what might have been.

Even though she'd picked out everything for her, Lizzie wasn't sure if she wanted to meet Heather's baby or not. If she really have volunteered for this, it would be a load off her mind... If not, however, which - if she was being honest - was the more likely scenario, it would only made her feel worse. She probably should have thought of that before suggesting the party... Heather would likely have brought her adoptee into work eventually, but Lizzie would have had more time to adjust to the idea, and the other little would have had the same... Now, unless she was going to skip out on the thing she, herself, had planned, Lizzie had to see her on her first day, with no chance to get used to anything.

On the day of the party, Lizzie spent most of the afternoon decorating the conference room, covering tables in cutesie, ruffled pink tablecloths, setting out paper cups and plates that seemed to have been made by - or in conjunction with - the diapers she'd picked out, since they had the same kittens and unicorns on them, bringing in some Amazons from the office to help her hang streamers and paper lanterns. Food was set to be delivered just before the party began, along with a pair of cakes.

"This looks wonderful!" Heather exclaimed when she walked in, looking at everything.

"Are you sure?" Lizzie blushed slightly. "I got about halfway done, and then I thought maybe you'd want something a bit more... mature..." It did look quite a bit like a baby's first birthday party, which was the aesthetic she imagined most Amazons would have wanted for this sort of thing... Heather was more sophisticated than that, however.

"It's perfect," Heather smiled. "You look tired, though... Maybe you should get some rest before the party."

Setting up had been a bigger job than Lizzie had anticipated, but she waved Heather's suggestion off anyway. "By the time I got to my apartment, I'd have to turn around and come back, so it wouldn't do me much good."

"Well, go lie down for a bit at my house," Heather suggested. "It's much closer."

"No, I couldn't," Lizzie shook her head.

"Nonsense," Heather began dialing a number on her phone, "There will be a driver downstairs in two minutes to pick you up. Go on, you deserve it."

She didn't seem like she was going to take no for an answer, so Lizzie shrugged and said, "Sure, okay. Thanks." There were a couple guest rooms in the house, and she wouldn't mind lying down before facing this party.

She'd assumed Heather was going to pick up her little - and, hopefully, finish the adoption procedure, instead of just abducting someone - so it hadn't even occurred to her that she might meet the girl early if she did this, not until she opened the front door and got greeted by the Nanny. Immediately, Lizzie started to back away, her mouth drying out, forcing her to swallow nervously.

"There you are," the Amazon grinned down at her. "I've been waiting...."

"Wait!" Lizzie gasped as the Nanny reached out, grabbing her by the wrist and yanking her further into the house, instantly stopping her from turning and running, as she'd been on the verge of moments earlier. "You're making a mistake! I'm not the baby!"

And yet, the Nanny was able to pull her into the bathroom, strip her out of her suit and panties, plop her into a waiting bubble bath, scrub her clean, then drag her into the nursery, the one she had picked out everything for, and set up herself, activate the restraint-mode on the changing table, and strap her down onto it, just as easily as if she truly were a baby.

"No, no, no," she shook her head, whimpering as she watched the Nanny pull out one of those dreaded diapers from under the table, completely helpless to do anything more than that. "You're making a..."

The Nanny took away even that power, shoving a pacifier into her mouth, giving her a moment to wonder if it was a normal one before turning the shield, making the nipple expand, filling her mouth, silencing her and making it impossible for her to remove it on her own. Tears in her eyes, Lizzie squirmed, wishing she could at least tell the woman that the diaper she'd grabbed was meant for night-time use, although, considering her experience as a Nanny, she had a feeling she already knew that, and didn't care... Or, more likely, had done it on purpose.

Lizzie groaned into the pacifier as the diaper was slid under her freshly-washed backside, feeling herself sink into the padding, remembering having to wear these at the clothing store. She wasn't even going to be able to walk... Although, even if she could, the frilly, pink party dress that the Nanny picked out - and that Lizzie had picked out before her - would have been too short to hide the bulky diapers, which weren't disguised even a little by the white tights the Nanny yanked on over them. She finished the outfit up with a hair bow, and a pair of white Mary Janes, lifting the stunned girl down from the table, patting her on the bottom and taking her by the hand to lead her over to the mirror.

"Isn't that better?" she cooed. "Don't be shy... Go on, look."

Lizzie whimpered into her pacifier, but, eventually, she had to do as she was told, or she'd have been stuck there all night. It wasn't a surprise to see that every ounce of the adult Lizzie, the one who had been trusted with so many important tasks over the past few weeks, who had set up all of this, was gone, though it did still shock her to see exactly how infantile she looked now. The diaper was thick, of course - even holding Nanny's hand, waddling had been a struggle, and she'd had to lean on the bigger woman more than once, even on a tiny trek across the room - and the dress short, thought, really, it was everything working together that completed the picture, showing her as nothing more than a toddler.

"Perfect," the Nanny nodded. "Now, we'd better get going... We wouldn't want to miss your party."

The pacifier did its job perfectly, muffling the woman's cries of distress as she was carried, on the Amazon's hip, down to her car, trying to explain that she was wrong, and this wasn't her party, that Heather was going to be furious if they showed up without her actual baby. None of it did any good, leaving her to be buckled into her car seat, complete with a set of toys hanging from the handle, over her head, teasing her with butterflies and birds that she knew had crinkly wings, and would play music if she tugged on their legs, since she had, like with everything, chosen them herself.

Not only was Heather going to be disappointed, Lizzie would be humiliated. If the Nanny took her into the office like this, she'd never be able to live it down... Even once Heather straightened everything out, unless everyone else was late to the party, there was no way any co-workers already there wouldn't take pictures of Lizzie to pass around... After all the work it had taken to become Heather's assistant, nobody would take her seriously, once everyone saw her like this.

But what could she do? The pacifier kept her from explaining things, and her diminutive size, in comparison to the Nanny, made it impossible to fight back once she'd stopped her car, and lifted Lizzie easily from the seat, carrying her into the office building, the girl's heart beating faster and faster the closer they got to her workplace. She even felt a little warmth form in her diaper, only to be almost instantly swallowed up by the huge, thirsty padding. Even through the tights, she could see one of the stars on the diaper was fading... The wetness indicator was clearly very sensitive, making sure everybody knew about even the tiniest of accidents, potentially even before the person wearing the diaper, if they weren't paying attention.

"Such a squirmy baby," Nanny chuckled, bouncing Lizzie on her hip. "Are you excited for your party?"

She wasn't, though, of course, she couldn't actually answer, other than shaking her head, which the other woman ignored. Right in front of the conference room where Lizzie had set up the party, the Nanny set her down on her feet, taking the girl's sweaty hand, and flinging the door open. Everyone - the whole office, it seemed - yelled, "Surprise!", and, in that moment, Lizzie's hand either slipped out of the Nanny, or the Nanny let it go, because she was able to stumble backwards, lose her balance, and fall flat on her diapered backside.

"You really did surprise her," the Nanny chuckled. "I hope she didn't have an accident... I just changed her!"

Lizzie's face turned as pink as her outfit as she listened to her co-workers chuckle at that, not seeming to find anything strange about this at all. Some of the other women were taking pictures of her, but she didn't really have to worry about them showing them off, since everyone was already here, seeing her in her most mortifying moment... And being completely okay with it. She knew Heather would clear all this up eventually, though, really, the damage was already done.

Speaking of Heather, Lizzie saw her at the other end of the room, talking, apparently having, somehow, not noticed what had just happened, since she hadn't come to her rescue, or gotten angry about the Nanny bringing the wrong person. As little as Lizzie wanted to face her boss looking this way, the longer she waited, the worse it would be, so she rocked forward, onto her hands and knees, and began crawling across the conference room towards her, only to be snatched up by the Nanny again, shown off to one of the office secretaries, who pinched her cheeks and tickled her tummy, telling her how precious she was, and how much better this suited her.

The whole party was a gauntlet of that, of people she thought respected her for being able to reach her current position, of guys she'd had crushes on, lazy workers she'd reprimanded many times, telling her how adorable she was in her diapers, where she belonged. She kept hoping Heather would be the next one to walk up, to put an end to this, but she was busy talking to people herself, getting congratulated...

Then, to Lizzie's horror, the cakes were wheeled in, one set on the main banquet table, the other a smaller, round table, all by itself. "Oh, it's time!" the Nanny exclaimed, carrying Lizzie up to the smaller of them. In comparison to the tiny girl, it was still quite big, and all chocolate, as opposed to the larger, fancier marble cake that was all sliced up, for the other partygoers. There, right at the head of the room, in front of everyone, the Nanny began to strip Lizzie down, pulling off her shoes, and tights, and finally dress, leaving her standing there in only her diaper, pacifier, and hair bow.

"Let's get rid of this," Nanny turned the dial on the pacifier, and, with a hiss, it deflated, allowing her to remove it. Before Lizzie could say anything, however, the Amazon picked her up, plopping her down on the round table, by the cake.

"Everyone!" the Nanny announced, making Lizzie's face find an even darker shade of red to become as any eyes not already there turned to her. "This is the baby's first day as her true self... A new birthday, if you will. So, we thought we'd celebrate by getting her her own cake!" She smiled at Lizzie. "Go on, sweetie... Have some cake."

The 'we' who had thought of this had, of course, been Lizzie... The idea of having a smash cake had come to her suddenly, something childish and fun that she was certain Heather would appreciate, even if the 'baby' might find it embarrassing. Now that the baby was her, however, it was a whole other story. She blushed, trying to cover herself with her hands as she sat there behind the cake, with its chocolate icing, and the words, "Happy 1st Birthday!" scrawled on top.

"Go on," the Nanny urged again. "Everyone's waiting..."

They were, and Lizzie knew they weren't going to be satisfied until she did something, so, reluctantly, she reached in, grabbing a handful of cake and shoving it into her mouth, producing some "Aww"s, and some cheers. The cake was very tasty, so she didn't mind going in for another bite... But, by then, everyone else was preparing to get their own pieces from the other cake, which required them to walk right past her. She knew the point of a smash cake was for the baby to make a mess, and she didn't want to play into that... She wanted even less to let everyone she worked with see her, up close, in just a diaper, so she played along, grabbing more of the cake and smearing it across her chest and body, trying to give herself what little cover she could from their prying eyes before going back to eating, trying to distract herself from what was happening with the yummy treat, a feat made much harder when most people stopped to coo at her, or pat her on the head, before going to have their own cake.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Lizzie gasped, looking up to see Heather standing there in front of her. "I-I'm sorry!" she sputtered, suddenly extra aware of the mess she'd made of herself, of the huge, damp diaper around her waist, of everything. "I-I tried to explain to the Nanny that she had the wrong person, but she wouldn't listen, and..."

"There's no need to apologize," Heather shook her head. "Neither of you... She had it right."

Lizzie gulped, staring up at the woman, not quite able to comprehend what she was saying. "B-But this party is for you, and your baby..."

"Yes, that's right," Heather agreed. "I'm having fun, and it sure seems like my baby is, too, so I'd say it was a success..."

Lizzie's eyes widened as she squirmed, hearing the crinkle of her diapers, seeming louder than ever, the padding feeling much thicker as the woman's words sank in. "B-But I'm not..."

"Yes," Heather corrected, "you are. You always were. I was going to tell you, that day you set up the nursery, but then you had the idea for this party... I'm sorry to have made you do all the work yourself, but I knew you'd do a good job, and I wanted to let you pick out the things that you would like."

"B-But..." Lizzie sniffled. "I-I could keep doing a good job for you..."

"You will," Heather said. "You were a great assistant, especially for a little, but you're going to be a perfect baby. Just look at how easily you slid into the role. I already have the adoption paperwork filled out, all you have to do is sign."

She didn't even really have to do that. All Heather had to do was have one of the workers who had filmed Lizzie's cake smash send her that video, show it to the judge, and they would, almost certainly, declare Lizzie unfit to be an adult, which meant anyone who was willing could adopt her. At least if she signed the papers herself- a privilege few littles were afforded - she could feel like she'd had some measure of control over it.

Still sniffling, she nodded, and the Nanny appeared next to her to wipe her hands clean so she could hold the pen, and sign away her adulthood, allowing her to officially, and legally, begin living the life she had unknowingly designed for herself. "You see?" the Nanny smiled at her, "I knew I'd be here with you when you signed your adoption papers... I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. Now, go on, have some more cake while you still can... It's almost bedtime, and, party or not, I don't want to have to deal with a grumpy baby tomorrow."

"Oh, it's a special occasion," Heather interrupted. "Let her enjoy herself."

"All right," Nanny shrugged. "New parents love to coddle their little ones, but just know, if she acts up tomorrow, I'll still spank her, and put her to bed early."

"That's fair," Heather agreed.

Lizzie, of course, didn't get a say in the matter. All she could do was sit there, nibbling on her cake, feeling her diaper grow warmer between her legs, like the baby girl she now was.

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"Give you Mommy a kiss goodbye," Nanny ordered, lifting the freshly-changed Lizzie off the changing table. Obediently, Lizzie kissed Heather on the cheek, getting a peck on the forehead in return.

"Have a good day, sweetie," Heather smiled. "I told your Nanny that if you behave yourself, you can come in and visit me this afternoon. Won't that be fun?"

"Yes, Mommy," Lizzie nodded. Whether she actually thought that or not, she knew Heather always wanted an answer, even if the question seemed rhetorical... And, Nanny didn't tolerate babies telling grown-ups 'no', so she hadn't really had a choice. Though, to be honest, as embarrassing as going back to the place she used to work was, she didn't actually mind that much... Everyone already knew about her new living arrangements, had seen her at her most infantile... Now, going there meant getting lots of attention.

A lot of her former co-workers would sneak her candy, too, which was always nice, since, at home, Nanny only allowed her to have so much sugar per day, to keep her from getting 'hyper', after she had, just as predicted, thrown a fit the day after the party when Nanny refused to give Lizzie her phone, which the girl had remembered still had the app to control the furniture installed on it. Her anger at being denied it had nothing to do with all the cake she'd had the night before, or staying up late, but there was no convincing the Nanny of that.

There was no changing her mind about sweets, or anything else, either... That was part of why Lizzie had hired her in the first place, seeing, in the reviews of her service, that she didn't allow herself to be swayed by what a little wanted, if she knew better than them, no matter how cute they were. And, Lizzie had to admit, she was pretty darn cute... As inconvenient and bulky as the diapers were, as infantile and humiliating as the clothes she'd picked out also were, every outfit designed to emphasize those diapers, they really did make her look absolutely adorable. Sometimes, looking at herself in the mirror after the Nanny got her dressed for the day, it was hard for even her to believe she was actually an adult.

Nanny had her wave bye-bye to her Mommy, then put her into her high chair, latching the tray and grabbing a few jars of baby food from the cupboard. Lizzie had quickly learned that, gourmet or not, it was hard to make any baby food palatable, and the kinds Nanny had chosen were especially bad. Pea, prune, banana... The last was easily the best, though, from looking at them, Lizzie was reminded that she hadn't messed her diaper the day before.

That was always the mix Nanny gave her in that case, to try to encourage her, and her bowels. If Lizzie didn't go by suppertime, it would be immediately followed by an enema, so it was in her best interest, despite how utterly mortifying it was, and how, even after all this time, she wasn't used to it, to mess herself as soon as possible. She tried to convince her body to cooperate while she sat on the floor of her nursery and played, but, by lunchtime, her diaper was still only wet, and Nanny pulled out the same, disgusting purple, green, and yellow goop to fill her tummy with all over again.

She got close at naptime, but, before she could seal the deal, Nanny came in to get her up, take her out of her onesie, and put her into her sailor suit. She tried to hurry up and go before they left, knowing the wardrobe change meant they were about to leave, all the mush starting to get to her... There was still just enough of her adult self, and pride, left to keep her from voluntarily pooping her pants in front of the Nanny, however, despite knowing that, if she didn't, something far worse could happen.

And happen it did. On the ride there, as she bumped along in her carseat, she could feel her tummy churning, helped along, no doubt, by all that pushing she'd done in her crib, even though she was desperately trying to do the opposite now. Nanny had put her in one of her normal, daytime diapers, luckily, so she could toddle on her own, but their bulk was still enough to force her legs apart, adding an extra layer of difficulty to controlling herself.

Candy or not, being surrounded by her former co-workers, with all of them gushing over her, acting like she was nothing but a baby, giving no indication that they remembered her as anything other than that, despite all the time they'd worked together, didn't help, either. When she felt the mess begin to ooze out, invading her diaper slowly, she tried clamping her hands to her seat, though she couldn't even feel it through her diaper, which made her feel more babyish, and encouraged her body to push all the harder, ignoring her weak attempts to stop it, happily forcing her to thoroughly fill her pants.

And, as she stood there, sucking her pacifier, red-faced from shame, and exertion, sure that the only good thing about this was that it kept her from having to go through an enema, she felt a pat on her drooping bottom, and a familiar voice. "Did you make Mommy a present?" Heather smiled, picking the girl up. "Such a good girl... Here, give me the bag, I'll take care of it."

She took the diaper bag from Nanny, carrying the blushing Lizzie into the bathroom, pulling down the changing table and setting her down on it, chuckling as she saw the girl's nose wrinkle as her bottom sank into the muck filling her diaper. "Don't worry," she cooed, kissing Lizzie on the forehead before grabbing a fresh diaper from the bag, "Mommy will make it all better."

And, in the end, Lizzie knew that was true. Despite all the embarrassment, and indignity, all of this brought, Lizzie knew that Heather would take care of her, would never let anything bad happen to her... She hadn't felt so completely loved, and, in a strange way, content, since she actually had been a baby. While planning all of this, that was the best that Lizzie had been able to hope for, for whoever she might be preparing everything for, that they'd be able to experience this feeling... And, sure enough, - even though it had gone in a direction she never would have expected - they'd gotten it.

She blushed as Heather opened the tapes of her diaper, but she couldn't help smiling as well, mumbling, "Yes, Mommy," knowing that, as always, she wanted some sort of answer, before going back to sucking contentedly on her pacifier. Mommy was going to take care of this, like she did with everything, and all she had to do in return was be a good little baby, something she was learning she was very, very skilled at... Probably even more than she had been at being an executive assistant, or a big girl.