Sweet Charity - Part 4 (Patreon)

A continuation of this series, commissioned by an anonymous Patron. Pictures property of ABDreams and POVSpanking.

"I'm just worried," Charity shrugged, taking a sip of her wine, glancing across the yard from her gazebo, over to the blanket Lindsay had set up for Tina to sit and play out in the sunlight. She hadn't been pleased about it at first, whining about how there was no fence, how the neighbors would be able to see her, how they should at least give her some pants to hide her diaper... But when was Tina ever happy?

And that was the issue. The sun had shifted enough by now to put her in the shade, and she'd dozed off, napping away, saving the grown-ups, for now at least, from having to listen to her complaints. "I do so much for her... WE do so much for her." To be honest, she did sometimes think of Lindsay simply as one of those things she'd provided to the other girl, but, of course, it was more complicated than that.

"I'm happy to do my part," Lindsay chirped, pleasant as always. She really was the perfect babysitter... At least for a bratty, supposed 'adult' like Tina. From what she'd heard, the girl stuck by Tina's side like glue while they were at school, keeping her in line, and out of the bathroom. They didn't have all the same classes, of course, but she knew Tina's schedule just as well as her own, and had worked out the perfect system to leave her unattended for the least amount of time possible.

She hung out at the house a lot, too, like today, to keep an eye on Tina if Charity needed to run in to the office... Or, more likely, felt like going to check out a sale or something. Even if there was an emergency at work, it was rare that it required her attention, though it did happen now and then. Lindsay wasn't shy about disciplining Tina, either, when they were at home... And the girl had told her she'd had to take Tina into the bathroom at school now and then for a session with the hairbrush she carried around in Tina's diaper bag.

Charity wondered, at times, if she was paying the girl enough. For a college student, Lindsay was doing very well for herself, yet, for the amount of work she put in, it still didn't seem sufficient. She was driving here every morning, spending most of the day with Tina, usually concentrating more on making sure she did her homework, rather than her own, then staying after Charity got home so one of them could watch her while the other made supper... 

"And you certainly are," Charity told her. "But I still worry... Doesn't it seem to you at times like little Tina is turning into... I don't know, a spoiled, selfish brat?"

Part of her tensed up at that, positive that, somehow, despite having grown up in a completely different state, and come here for college, Lindsay would recognize the words, would put it together that all of this was just revenge... Revenge for something that, by now, should have been long since sated. It never quite went away, however, was never truly satisfied... Especially with the way the girl acted.

"She could definitely stand to show a little more appreciation," Lindsay agreed, thankfully, no sign that she suspected any other motive behind her employer's words. "You provide everything for her, after all, and all she does is whine, and complain."

"Exactly!" Charity nodded. "I don't want to sound like I expect something, but..."

"Saying 'Thank you' once in a while is literally the least she can do," Lindsay interrupted. "You literally put food in her mouth and clothes on her back."

Lindsay did more of those, really, picking out outfits for the girl, and feeding her if she raised a fuss over what they'd picked for supper, but the point still stood... And Charity was the one paying for all of that.

"Do you want me to wake her up and spank her?" Lindsay offered. "Or maybe an enema?"

Charity smiled, looking at the other girl, shaking her head. "No, not right now," she said, taking another sip of wine, before she was unable to help herself. She'd been attracted to her before, and spending all this time together had only proven it wasn't her imagination... It had never been stronger than now, however, whether that was the wine, or the readiness with which Lindsay had been willing to punish Tina... She leaned over, and gave Lindsay a kiss... And, fortunately, after the briefest of moments, Lindsay began to return it.

"What was that?"

Tina winced, scooting down in her seat with a blush, remembering, a moment too late, why she hadn't already been doing that, as she hurriedly tugged her skirt down, trying to ensure her diaper was covered as well as it could be by the miniscule, bubblegum pink skirt of the jumper Lindsay had put her in that morning. 

Unfortunately, it was clear the professor had heard her, had known it was her, marching over, glaring down at her. "Did you have something to say?" he demanded.

"N-No, sir," she shook her head. "S-Sorry..."

She gulped, waiting out his menacing stare as best she could, letting out a sigh of relief when, at least, he turned, stalking back to the front of the classroom, leaving her to sit back up so she could actually reach the keyboard on her laptop again to continue taking notes, trying to decide if her diaper felt even squishier now, or if that was her imagination.

It was hard to tell, for sure... Once she started to dribble in her diaper, all bets were off. It was like her bladder felt that the seal was broken, that it didn't really matter, like it knew that any accident would count, in Lindsay's - and, ultimately, Tina's - book, so why fight it? It did make sense... Even if it also made her feel smaller, and more helpless, than ever.

It had been happening more and more lately, too... She was in diapers all the time, which had led, humiliatingly, to the start of a true bedwetting issue.... One that was expanding, starting to happen during the day sometimes, too, if she was distracted enough. They didn't start out as huge, probably would have evaporated away if she'd been in regular panties... But she wasn't, and hadn't been for some time.

As embarrassing as it was, she felt like she should be used to it by now - which was even more mortifying, really - and yet, she hadn't been able to help herself, letting out a curse under her breath as she shifted position at her desk, and felt that familiar sensation. It gave her a little hope that not everything was lost, that she could come back from this... Though it would have been nice to get that without drawing the attention of the teacher, and the rest of her class, especially if she truly had wet herself more in the middle of it.

Things like this were exactly why, when her friends texted her to hang out, she turned them down. Not only did she worry Lindsay would insist on tagging along, she was far more terrified at the possibility that she'd use her diapers, maybe to the point of leaking, while she was with them... Or that they'd see them anyway, beneath the incredibly immature outfits she was forced to wear every day. She hoped it was her constant 'no's that had made those invitations come less and less, and that they hadn't already found out about the diapers.

Some time with her friends might be exactly what she needed, however. Her life felt like a constant stream of embarrassments, and the stress of that, of wondering how well she was keeping her most humiliating secret hidden, was not doing her grades any favors. She was still maintaining the grades she needed for her scholarship... But just barely.

She knew Lindsay was going to be waiting right outside the classroom door for her, and, indeed, there she was, ready to take her by the hand, thankfully leading her away into the stairwell before sliding a hand up her skirt. "Uh-oh!" she teased. "Someone's soggy!"

"Shh!" Tina whined, nibbling her bottom lip, looking further up and down the stairs to see if there was anyone else she could see there who might have overheard.

"Don't do that," Lindsay told her. "Or do you want your binkie already?"

"No!" Tina shook her head, knowing the pacifier was in the diaper bag, that, if she wanted, Lindsay could put it in her mouth, make her keep it there as they walked across campus, to where her car was parked.

"No what?" Lindsay raised an eyebrow.

"N-No, Auntie," Tina blushed.

"Well, I don't like you telling me 'no'," Lindsay said, "but I suppose that will do. Come on, let's get you home... I think my car will be safe for now; if you lollygag around too much more, though, I'm not so sure." She gave the diaper another pat. "Did you wet again already?"

Tina shook her head vehemently... But, in all honesty, she had no idea if that was the truth or not, which made it even worse.

"Hmm," Lindsay looked down at her. "Well, I'll risk it anyway... But you're in for a spanking if there's even the tiniest wet spot on the seat when you get out."

Charity was there, waiting for them, which was another thing that had been happening more and more lately. Maybe it was in Tina's imagination, but it felt like she was hanging around more while Lindsay was there, even though the whole point of the babysitter was so she could do whatever she wanted, and not have to 'worry' about Tina, as if she was too childish to be trusted by herself.

It seemed like she'd been there for a bit, too, already out of her fancy work clothes, into a pair of shorts and a crop top. "There's my girls!" she declared. "How was she?"

Of course, she didn't bother asking Tina herself, the paci she'd avoided in the stairwell having been pushed between her teeth as soon as she was buckled into Lindsay's car. "She wasn't too bad," Lindsay admitted. "She did complain about her dress this morning, though, just like you said she would." 

Charity sighed, shook her head. "It's too short!" Tina couldn't help herself, pulling out the pacifier to defend herself. "I was worried my diaper was showing the whole day, and it made it hard to concentrate, a-and...!"

"And that's her excuse for today," Lindsay cut her off. "Not very original, huh? Honestly, I think you might have been right yesterday..."

Tina frowned, looking up at her, wondering what she was talking about, as she searched her memory. She couldn't recall Charity having said anything the day before that applied to the situation, but she was pretty certain, as had been growing more common, Lindsay had stuck around after they put her to bed. 

"Really?" Charity's eyes lit up. "Are you sure?" 

Lindsay hesitated a moment, nodded. "She's definitely been getting worse... It's not fair for you to have to deal with it alone."

She wasn't; Lindsay was there most of the time, doing more than her share of the work. Tina probably wouldn't have pointed that out anyway, but Charity ensured that when she reached over, picking up a hairbrush from the table beside the sofa. "All right, Tina," she said. "We've had enough of your bratty attitude, young lady."

"I-I'm not..!" Tina huffed, words falling off into a squeak as Charity patted her palm with the back of the hairbrush threateningly. 

"I'm doing everything I can, and so is Lindsay, but she has her own schoolwork to take care of, and she has to drive back and forth from the dorms... And you don't show her any gratitude. So there are going to be some changes around here. To make things easier on her, and so we can both be here to keep you in line at all times, Lindsay is going to be moving in with us."

It wasn't Tina's house; it wasn't her place to say whether or not they could add another roommate, and there was definitely room for her. The idea that Lindsay was going to be there constantly, that there would be no getting away from her, was not a pleasant one, however, and Tina couldn't quite stifle the groan that welled up inside her at the news.

"And," Charity glared at her pointedly, stroking the brush, "you are also going be changing, little girl. We're both giving up a lot to care for you... So, you are going to show us how thankful you are for all of that... Or we'll give you a reason to appreciate it all. For starters, if you don't like the clothes we pick out for you..."

She gave Lindsay a nod, and, in a flash, the other girl had whisked away Tina's outfit, leaving her naked, except for her diaper and socks. "H-Hey!" she blushed, trying to cover her bare chest, blushing furiously.

"Now go do your homework," Charity ordered. "If you can convince us you're really grateful for your cute little outfits by tonight, you can have them back for tomorrow... Otherwise, you might be going to school like that."

Tina didn't really think they'd make her do that, that they'd force her to walk around campus mostly nude... The longer the night went, with them sticking to their guns, however, the less sure she felt. They did give her a bib for supper, but that was it, and, while it made her feel a little better, she doubted it was actually big enough to cover anything.

She didn't want to give in, to pretend she liked being dressed like an overgrown toddler, to be constantly terrified she was going to flash her diaper... She wanted to be defiant, to prove she was still an adult... But, when they came to her at the end of the night, staring down at her as she sat there on the floor, in her soggy diaper and bib, the strength she wanted to show was nowhere to be found. They probably couldn't get away with making her go to classes in this state of undress... She didn't want to find out for sure, though.

"I-I'm really sorry," she sniffed. "I-I love all of my clothes, and Auntie Lindsay for doing such a good job of picking them out for me every day... A-And Miss Charity for buying them for me... I-I won't complain about them again, I promise."

"We'll see about that," Charity said skeptically. "But that's a good start."

"Th-Thank you, Miss," she exclaimed, meaning it more honestly than ever, as Charity changed her and put her into a onesie for the night, glad to have anything on... But, as she was tucked into her crib, she couldn't help wondering what else they had in mind for her, if this really was only the beginning...