Compromise - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Elizabeth should have known better; what else would an Amazon want with her?! Of course she hadn't been looking for the same thing out of this meeting as Lizzie... She felt so stupid for letting herself believe that was possible, for allowing herself to end up here, strapped into a booster seat, panties wet, a diaper sitting only a few inches away from her.

Her gaze shot to the crotch of her dress, grateful that, as far as she could tell, she hadn't peed enough for it to be obvious from outside her dress. Even if she had, a bit of dampness could maybe be blamed on the wine that she'd spilled on herself, unless Heather decided to investigate further... And, knowing Amazons, she likely wouldn't be shy about that.

Her bladder was still pretty full, still needed more of a release... If she told Heather that, however, she was practically begging for attention, begging the woman to notice her soggy undies, and use that diaper in her purse... She would be playing right into the Amazon's plan! Whether Heather did it before letting her out of the booster, or after she returned from the bathroom, if she wanted to give Lizzie's panties a check, even as a 'joke', it was over.

What was she going to do?! The panic had sobered Elizabeth up slightly, though, considering she'd been drunk enough to pee her pants, even just a little, a few seconds earlier, that could only go so far. She had to find a way to get out of this... But how?! The straps felt as tight as ever as she squirmed, not showing any signs that she was going to be able to slip free and make a run for it.

Then again... Maybe she was over-reacting. That was generally a bad thing to assume, and giving people - especially Amazons - the benefit of the doubt like that had led to far too many littles ending up locked away in nurseries... But Elizabeth didn't know that the diaper was for her. It was possible, however unlikely, that it was a coincidence.

"I-I don't know what came over me," she spoke up at last, although it was hard to regret what she'd done, the way the kiss had made her stomach buzz. Heather was so gorgeous... Looking at her again, Lizzie nearly lost herself in the giant's eyes. "I-I didn't... I-I'm sorry to presume..."

"No," Heather shook her head, finally appearing to snap out of her shock. "No, it's all right. No harm done." She gave Elizabeth a smile, and the smaller woman felt herself starting to swoon, until she gave her leg a pinch through her dress. She had to concentrate if she was going to get out of this mess! 

There was a big difference, after all, between 'no harm done' and Heather actually liking what had happened, wanting to even think about kissing Elizabeth back. It was encouraging that she hadn't just outright told Lizzie that those kind of kisses were for grown-ups, but it was nothing to get herself worked up over yet. 

Instead, she had to find out how much trouble she was in. "M-Maybe we should change the subject," she suggested. "You haven't told me much about yourself..."

"Well," Heather settled back in her chair, her expression softening, returning to what it had been before the kiss, "what do you want to know?"

"Hmm," Lizzie thought for a moment, not about the subject itself, but how to phrase it without making her true intent too obvious. "You seem pretty successful," she said. "I bet someone like you has a whole nursery full of littles, huh?"

She winced a bit, sure she had not threaded the needle, certainly not as well as she would have if she hadn't already drank so much. She knew, from listening in to conversations for her job, that it wasn't an uncommon topic of conversation... But that was between Amazons. For a little to ask it was probably strange enough to make the woman wonder why.

Unless, of course, she was tipsy, too. That could explain her spilling the wine... And it might make it easier to get the real truth out of her. It could also make her more dangerous. 

"Oh, no," Heather told her. "Not me."

Lizzie's eyebrow raised slightly; could this be an ally? Was Heather one of the few Amazons who disagreed with babying unwilling littles? Elizabeth didn't know why she'd have the diaper if that was the case, but it was possible she had a niece or nephew in them, or something like that... It might be meant for an actual child, which was even better than what Lizzie had been hoping. 

"I haven't found the right one yet," Heather continued. "I know it's kind of silly, and some people say it's smart to adopt as soon as possible, and if it doesn't work out, you can turn them over to an orphanage, and you'll still have the experience, but I've always wanted my first to be special, you know?"

Elizabeth felt a shiver run up her spine. Was that really what Amazons did?! Just snatch up littles, even if they weren't particularly interested in them, for practice?! It was surprising that she could still be shocked by them, and yet, here she was anyway, finding another way that they were horrible. It was nice that Heather didn't subscribe to that, but it didn't explain away the diaper.

Heather didn't really know her, so, if she was waiting for someone special, it probably wasn't for Lizzie... Then again, Elizabeth didn't really know Heather, and she'd been sure she wanted to go on this date, and that she had to kiss her a few minutes ago, all of which was only making her more confident that she'd made the right choice, no matter how worrying the contents of the woman's purse were...

"Y-Yeah," she forced a chuckle. "Th-That seems like a good policy..."

"Well, you know what they say," Heather shrugged. "Honesty is the best policy."

Elizabeth fidgeted in her seat, nibbling on her bottom lip. Did Heather know? Was she trying to tell Lizzie that she saw through her question, and knew the reason for it? She wanted to figure out the truth, to discover if she was going to end this night in diapers... But... "You have a point," she admitted. 

If this was going to go anywhere near to what Lizzie wanted from it, she couldn't start it out scheming and plotting... Sooner or later, that would come back around to haunt her, and she didn't want that. She wanted something open, and real, and if it meant being told no, that this wasn't what Heather had expected from tonight, then... Well, it was better to know now.

"I saw the diaper," she blurted out.

The word felt strange on her tongue, made her cheeks turn red as it escaped from her mouth. Hearing Heather say it had been bad enough, but doing it herself was something wholly different. It was like she was drawing attention to it, to herself, and how tiny and vulnerable she was, how easy it would be for Heather to put her in one, if that was what she wanted to do.

Heather froze, then, after a second, her eyebrows furrowed. "D-Do you mean, when you were on that job, and..." she started to ask, before shaking her head. "No," she said quietly. "I'm not going to do that... I know what you meant."

And, to prove it, she reached into her purse and removed it, setting it down on the table. It was big, bulky, pure white. Lizzie blushed, nearly starting to dribble into her panties again, seeing it there, so close... Elizabeth doubted anyone in this bar would question it, or try to stop it, if Heather plucked her out of the booster and put her in that diaper right there on the table, wet panties or no...

"I-Is that...?" Lizzie swallowed, trying again, doing her best to make her voice sound strong again, to keep it from quivering. "I-Is that for me?"

To her surprise, Heather was the one to blush now, ducking her head, unable to look Elizabeth in the eyes. "I-I thought... Well... I-I didn't... Yes. Yes, it was, but I didn't..."

Obviously she hadn't, but would she have, if she knew about Lizzie's accident? "D-Did you spill that wine on purpose?" Elizabeth asked her. "Were you going to take me into the bathroom and put that on me?"

"No!" Heather insisted. "I mean, that is a good idea, but... I-I was just clumsy. I am sorry about your dress, I'd be happy to pay to have it dry-cleaned, or..."

"Then what were you going to do?" Elizabeth pushed, her stomach twisting at the possibilities. "Did you drug me?" Was that why she'd wet herself?! 

"No," Heather repeated. "No! I wouldn't... Why would you think that?"

That was a good question, Lizzie had to admit. Between the wine, and the booster seat keeping her from heading to the bathroom on her own, she didn't really need any other explanation. Nothing else that had happened to her tonight was unusual, when she had a couple glasses of wine, and in the presence of someone as beautiful as Heather... There was no reason to suspect it, except... "I-I had a little accident."

What was she doing?! Why would she tell anyone that, much less an Amazon, one she knew had a diaper, and had planned on using it on her?! She'd decided to be honest, but that didn't meant she had to blab about everything... If anything, that would have given her another reason to think she could have been drugged, though it was too late to say that was why she'd asked the question.

"Oh," a strange look washed over Heather's face, her eyes darting over to the diaper. "You did?"

Elizabeth pawed at the hem of her dress, looking around, glad they were off in the corner, by themselves. She lifted it up, showing off the damage, praying she wasn't making a fatal mistake. 

Heather's hand moved towards the diaper, and, immediately, Lizzie lowered her dress, as she felt another trickle of warmth in her pants. This was it... Honesty might be the best policy for some things, but, for others, maybe it was better to simply keep her mouth shut.

"I could put you in this," Heather told her, as if she didn't already know that. "I bet anyone in here would say you deserved it..."

Lizzie squirmed. "D-Do you think I do?"

Heather paused, thought for a second. "I think you would be adorable in it," she said. "I think I could take very good care of you, and look after your every need... I think having accidents in your big girl panties is very naughty."

"But?" Elizabeth asked, hoping there was one, that the last sentence really was Heather teasing her, the way it sounded to her ears, rather than being serious.

"But if that's not what you want, too, then it doesn't seem right," Heather continued. "I came here because I wanted to put you in this," she gave the diaper a pat, making it crinkle in response, "and did from the moment I saw you... If that isn't what you want as well, though... I want to be your Mommy, not your jailer."

That was something, Lizzie had to acknowledge; most Amazons wouldn't care about that distinction, would be happy to be either, as long as it meant having any cute little they wanted diapered up and playing 'happily' at their feet.

"And what do you want?" Heather turned it around on Elizabeth. "Why did you come tonight?"

It had been hard to pull her eyes away from the mound of white plastic sitting on the table, and, as soon as she heard the question, Lizzie's eyes returned to it. Now that she knew Heather's intentions, admitting her own was going to seem so silly... Of course Heather didn't see her that way, not if all she wanted to do was put Lizzie into that thing, have her toddling around like a helpless baby...

"I-I thought," she said anyway, "I-I hoped this was a date."

Heather was taken aback again, unsure how to respond. She waited, took another sip from her glass. "A... date-date?" she tried to clarify.

Lizzie nodded bashfully. "I-I probably wouldn't have moved as quickly, but that kiss was... Well, maybe not ALL I wanted..." She hadn't really expected to go home with the woman tonight... Although, if she hadn't seen the diaper, and had reason to suspect it was a crib waiting for her when she arrived, she wasn't sure she would have said no.

"I see," Heather replied, showing very little about what she thought of that. "Huh..."

It wasn't the enthusiastic show of support that, in her wildest dreams, Lizzie would have preferred, though, to be fair, it wasn't a no, or a sneer of disgust at the mere idea. Elizabeth didn't know what the right course of action was now, after they'd reached this impasse... At least, not until she felt another twinge from her bladder.

"Hey," she blushed. "I-If you're not going to make me wear that," she looked towards the diaper, "could you maybe... Let me out of this chair? I still need..."

"Oh!" Heather jolted upright. "Of course! I'm sorry, I didn't think..." She leaned over, easily doing what Elizabeth had been completely incapable of pulling off on her own, and opening the strap. "Can you get down by yourself, or...?"

Lizzie stared down at the floor, judging the distance, how much of a shock it would be to land there, how full her bladder was feeling. "I-I could," she let the woman know. "But..."

"Yeah, no problem!" Heather picked her up, her hands feeling so big and strong around Lizzie's waist, then set her down. "There you go! I promise, I won't fasten that up again when you come back, so... You know... Please do come back, and don't try to sneak off or anything."

Elizabeth looked around the bar, feeling like she'd suddenly become the center of attention, now that she was standing on her own two feet again. It was probably her imagination, probably helped along by the wine, but she couldn't stop herself from wondering if their conversation had been as private as she'd thought, if the other patrons might have overheard, and knew what she'd done in her panties, if there wasn't a wet spot on the back of her dress by now to let them know.

"Umm... Actually..." she stared up at Heather. "D-Do you think you could... uh...?"

Heather frowned. "Do you want me to go?" she asked. "I-If it would make you more comfortable, I get it... I can be gone by the time you're out of the bathroom..." She reached for her purse, slipping the diaper back inside. "I'd like to give you my number, at least, but I underst..."

"No," Lizzie cut her off, hands curling into fists, the fabric of her dress wrapped inside them, the urge seeming to grow exponentially now that she was standing up. "C-Can you... go with me?"

Heather blinked, confused, then shrugged. "Yeah, of course," she said, standing up. "Let's go!" She slung her purse over her shoulder, following the desperate Lizzie to the bathroom. 

There were only two stalls inside, and the fact that one was already full made Elizabeth glad she'd asked Heather to join her. She was less glad to see that the empty stall was the larger one, the one with a changing station built into the wall. Knowing Heather had the diaper with her, what the woman had come here to do, the sight of it made her squirm nervously, thinking about how easy it would be for Heather to change her mind, to fold it out from the wall, plop Lizzie down on it...

She tried to swing the stall door closed, and it stopped short, Elizabeth glancing up to see Heather's hand on it, keeping it open, well aware that there was no way she could overpower the Amazon, if she'd had the same idea as Lizzie just had. "Do you need me to come in, or am I all right out here?"

"I-I can take it from here," Elizabeth told her, and, thankfully, Heather let go of the door, allowing her to shut it, getting up on her tip-toes to lock it. Like the rest of the bar, it was designed with Amazons in mind, so, despite her words, she almost wished Heather had helped her get up onto the toilet. Some places left a footstool for littles to use, but here, she was forced to hop up without one, sitting there, feet dangling.

She was grateful to have the chance to use the toilet, although, as she waited for her bladder to drain, her gaze kept drifting towards the changing station, imagining what could have happened... Thinking of Heather unfolding it, putting her onto it, pushing up her dress and sliding off her panties, before getting that diaper back out of her purse... If it was like most changing stations, there were restraints, but would Heather even need them? This one looked so high up on the wall, even more-so than usual... Lizzie wasn't sure she'd want to risk falling off of that, or jumping down... She'd have to be a good girl for her, and lie still for her diaper...

The woman in the next stall finished up, saving Elizabeth from a potentially awkward interaction. She heard Heather give her a polite, "Hi," but, luckily, the stranger didn't question what was going on, hopefully assuming Heather was waiting in line, not on whoever was in the next stall over.

Her panties felt wetter than ever, when she had to pull them back up. It probably didn't help that they'd started to get cool, but she wrinkled her nose as they snapped into place, wishing she was already back home so she could change. They shouldn't be getting any worse, at least, though that was a small comfort... She examined her dress while she was in there, finding a small wet spot. It could have been far bigger, and she was thankful for that, and that it ought to dry out before too long... This had still been much too close of a call.

"Everything okay?" Heather asked when she emerged, hurrying over to the sink to wash her hands, stretching to reach the faucet before Heather, without thinking, turned it on for her.

"Yeah," Lizzie replied, wrinkling her nose as she wiggled her bottom, felt the clammy undies. "Well, good enough," she conceded. "I just didn't want to risk running into anyone in here on my own... Or having anyone follow me in."

"Oh," Heather's eyes widened a little, clearly not having considered that. "Well, happy to help." She held the door open for Elizabeth, then, thanks to her longer legs, easily outpaced her, stepping in front and leading her back to their table.

Lizzie definitely didn't want to sit again, however. "I actually think I'm gonna go," she told Heather. "Thanks for... everything."

"No!" Heather shook her head. "Listen, I swear, I won't try anything. I just want to talk!"

"Sorry," Elizabeth said, "but I'm just not really in the mood for it right now..."

"Can I give you my number?" Heather asked. "I won't ask you for yours, and if you don't want to, you don't have to use it..."

Was she stupid for saying yes? The woman was right; she never had to use it, and, if she didn't, Heather would never get hers... And, somewhere deep inside of her, despite Heather's confession about what she'd wanted from their meeting, there was a part of Lizzie that still had hope.

Back at home, in fresh panties, and her PJs, Elizabeth stared at her phone, at the new contact page she'd made. She knew the smart thing to do would be to delete it, to forget all about the woman... But when she hovered her thumb over the button, her mind replayed the kiss, as tipsy and clumsy and awkward as it had been... 

Even taking all of that into account, it had still been the best kiss she'd ever had, still made her giggle like a silly schoolgirl as she thought about it. Maybe she could find that again, with someone else, someone who didn't want to put her in diapers... Maybe. There was no guarantee of that, though, and it had taken her this long to find anyone that made her feel this way...

She rolled over to plug her phone into the charger, the contact page still intact, forcing herself to look away from the screen, and the name that brought back all those feelings... As she stared up at her ceiling, she forced herself to think about, instead, how Heather had wanted the night to end, about how she could have been in a diaper now, bundled up in a fuzzy, footed sleeper, surrounded by the bars of a crib, a mobile spinning overhead... 

She didn't want that. She was an adult, and she was going to stay that way... She blushed, thinking back to that diaper, sitting on the table, how big and bulky and white it was... She didn't need those, didn't deserve to have to wear them... But... She blushed, hardly able to believe her thoughts, unable to stop them anyway. 

If it was Heather putting her into them... Would it really be all bad?