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"Uh-oh," Lola nibbled at her bottom lip as she saw the caller ID on her phone, seeing the one word she hadn't wanted to be there: 'Daddy.'

It wasn't that she didn't love her Daddy, or didn't want to hear from him, after he'd been away on a business trip for nearly a whole week... It was more that she hadn't expected him to call again today. He'd checked in with her that morning, as usual, to check that she was diapered properly, and approve her outfit for the day. Today, since it was St. Patrick's Day, she'd chosen a cute little green dress, and a diaper with green side panels to match. He'd liked it so much, he'd let her play with the Hitachi, which was a rare treat when he was away.

That, however, was not what she was wearing now... As much as she enjoyed playing dress-up for him, and being his babygirl, she always felt so silly, doing it without him there. And she didn't need diapers, of course... She'd only had a couple accidents that week, and she was going to do the laundry the next morning, before his return flight, to hide the evidence.

What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He didn't have to know she'd been picking clothes out of her old wardrobe in between his morning call and his bedtime one, to wear to work. He didn't have to know that she'd been too bashful to actually go all out for St. Patrick's Day, and was glad she didn't when she got to her job, and all the cool girls were wearing their normal outfits, not even acknowledging the holiday. They'd seemed surprised that she wasn't, just as they'd been surprised to see her style appearing to evolve, to age a decade or two, over the past week. It was still pretty juvenile, compared to theirs, but they must have liked what progress she was making, seen some potential.

In fact, she'd gotten an invitation to go out with them for drinks. "It's on St. Patrick's Day," Tammy told her, "but it isn't for St. Patrick's Day, you know?"

Lola didn't, but she'd been quick to accept anyway. Just like back in high school, she'd been desperate for the popular girls to notice her, to take her under their wing, and this was the closest she'd gotten... She wanted nothing more than to hang out with them on the sidelines, mocking the other bar-goers who had gone all out, while they staunchly refused to participate...

And then, as she was getting ready, her phone rang. Her stomach churned, listening to it happen again, staring at the screen. What was she going to do?! She couldn't pretend she was at work... She'd already texted to tell him she'd made it home safe. It wasn't quite supper time, so he'd know she wasn't distracted by cooking, or cleaning up... There was no good reason for her to ignore him, except that she didn't want him to see what she was wearing. Did she have time to run to her room and change?

Perhaps if she'd reacted straight away. Now, as the phone rang for the third time, she knew it was far too late. She'd be lucky if he didn't call the neighbors to check on her before she had time to tape on a diaper, get into the green dress again... Reluctantly, she answered the phone. "H-Hi, Daddy," she said, keeping the camera on just her face as much as she could.

Of course that didn't work; she'd known the chances of it were practically zero. "Hi, sweetie," he replied. "I hope you had a good day! I have a surprise for... Wait, what are you wearing?"

All it had taken was one dip of her hand, one glimpse of the shoulder of her dress, and he'd been able to tell it wasn't green, that she'd changed after he'd given his approval. "I-I had a little accident," she fibbed. "I spilled on my other one, so I had to..."

"Let me see the rest," he ordered. "Everything. Skirt up."

He'd seen through her in an instant. "I-I'm actually..." she tried to think of an excuse, a reason she wouldn't be in diapers, where he'd told her, multiple times, she was to stay for his whole trip.

"Now, young lady."

He was not happy at all, making her diaper herself on camera, then kneel down in the corner to wait for him. "But Daddy," she sniffed, "you're not coming home until tomorrow night!"

"Then I guess you're in for a long wait."

She squirmed in place, feeling very naughty, and disappointed in herself for letting her Daddy down... And then she heard her door open, recalled that she'd told the girls from the office to come right in. Before she could scramble to her feet, they were there, snickering at her, as she meekly looked over her shoulder, so happy Daddy hadn't made her change out of her dress, that it was long enough to cover her diaper.

"What's this?" Tammy smirked.

"Oh, you know," Lola shrugged. "I-It's a... meditation thing!" That sounded kind of cool, kind of mature... It might work.

At least, until Amanda pointed at her, hand to her mouth. "Oh, my God," she giggled. "Do you see that through her dress? What is she wearing?"

"N-No, don't look at that!" Lola gulped, tugging at the hem of her dress... Unfortunately, the length wasn't the issue, and there was nothing she could do to avoid the other two women from seeing that she was in diapers, in the corner, like a naughty little girl.

Was the fabric really that thin? Had everyone been able to see her panties through it the whole day?! She had felt like she was getting a lot of extra attention... Or maybe, if she was lucky, it was the diaper itself, the bold patterns of it, that the dress was no match for...

She didn't feel particularly lucky, however, as the two women approached, and she stumbled up, mind racing for some excuse, something to say that would get her out of this mess...

"Go on, Lola," Tammy crossed her arms, looking down at her. "Show us."

"Th-There's nothing to show," Lola insisted.

"Oh, please," Amanda rolled her eyes. "We heard you crinkling, we know. We just want to see it."

Lola gulped, shook her head. "I-I don't know what you..."

"Your diaper," Tammy put it bluntly, freezing Lola in place. "We've been sure you wore them for a while now, up until this week, when we weren't so sure... We were going to grill you about it tonight, after we got a few drinks into you, but I guess there's no need for that anymore."

"W-Wait, you knew?" Lola wanted to sink into the floor. Daddy had put her into some risky outfits, but she was convinced she'd managed to pull them off, to keep them from revealing her padded secret to the world... Had she been wrong?

Unfortunately for her, they were tired of waiting. Tammy grabbed her skirt, yanking it upwards before Lola could stop her, the other two women bursting out laughing as soon as they saw what was underneath. "We were right!" Amanda crowed, as Lola yanked her dress out of Tammy's hand, smoothing it back down over the diaper.

"Is she wet?" Tammy asked.

"No, I'm not!" Lola stomped her foot. "I-I don't use them, I... Hey! St-Stop it!"

Amanda did it this time, lifting Lola's skirt, running her hand along the crotch of the diaper, sliding her finger past the leg guard, while Lola squirmed and whimpered, horrified to be getting a diaper check from one of her co-workers.

"She's dry," Amanda confirmed. "But look at these things... These aren't normal adult diapers."

"Are you sure?" Tammy asked. In a flash, Amanda had whisked the dress up over Lola's head, tossing it aside. While the mortified girl tried to hide her diaper, she unhooked her bra, adding it to the pile.

"No need for that," she sneered.

"Oh, yeah," Tammy nodded. "That is way too babyish for someone who just has a medical problem... Come on, Lola, why don't you show us the rest of your toys... We know you have them."

"N-No, I don't!" Lola sniffled, fighting to cover her bare chest, and her exposed diaper, with nothing more than her hands. Her co-workers grabbed her by the elbows, marching her through the house, opening every door until, inevitably, they found the nursery.

"I knew it!" Tammy squealed. "Look at all this!"

"There's an awful lot of diapers here for someone who doesn't use them," Amanda mocked.

"And this diaper pail is awfully full," Tammy tapped it with her toe. "Why so shy, Lola? Come on, show us how you use your diapies."

"I-I don't hafta go," Lola told them.

It was the wrong answer. "That's all right," Amanda said. "It looks like there are plenty of toys here after all... We can help you."

Lola had thought, maybe, that they wouldn't be able to resist some of her really infantile outfits, but they were satisfied tying her hair up in ribbons, locking her in bondage mittens that kept her from keeping ahold of anything, and booties with hidden spikes that kept her from walking, and fastening a collar around her neck.

"Isn't she precious?" Tammy cooed, watching her crawl around in her diaper, helpless to do anything else, while Amanda looked through her bottle, picking one out, praying the woman wouldn't find all the extra things her Daddy added to her drinks when she was bad to encourage her to use her diapers. "I can't wait to tell everyone at the office about this!"

"No, you can't!" Lola begged.

"I can't?" Tammy raised an eyebrow. "And how are you going to stop me?"

She wasn't... Lola had spent enough time in the booties that she didn't even bother trying to stand in them anymore, knowing she'd fall within a step or two and look even more pathetic. In the mittens, she wasn't going to be able to take the booties off, or remove her diaper, or even turn the doorknob to escape her nursery... She was completely at their mercy.

"That's what I thought," Tammy replied, after a long, silent moment. "Why don't you crawl over here?"

Obediently, Lola made her way over to her bondage bench, where Tammy clipped the leash there to her collar, trapping her in an even smaller space. A few seconds later, Amanda joined, bottle of milk in hand. "Here you go, Baby Lola!" she chanted. "A special treat, just for you!"

Lola had no idea what was in that bottle... But, if they wanted her to drink, she had no choice. Except... She reached for it with her mittened hands, praying that Amanda hadn't screwed the lid on all the way. She couldn't keep ahold of the bottle for long with the mittens on, and, when she dropped it, maybe it would spill, and save her from whatever drugs the woman might have added.

"No, you're too little for that," Amanda foiled her plan, pinning the girl's hands beneath her arm, holding the bottle out herself. "Let Auntie Amanda do it for you."

From the taste, she knew right away that Amanda had put something extra in, and likely enough to keep her using her diapers helplessly for the rest of the evening, at least. She felt Tammy's hand on her diaper, running along the padding, and, in a last ditch effort, started to wet herself. It was what they wanted, after all...

"Oh, my God," Tammy gave the padding a squeeze. "She's doing it!" Amanda paused, pulling the bottle out of Lola's mouth to watch... Even Lola turned back, blushing, the trickle refusing to stop now that she'd let it start.

"What a good little baby," Amanda praised her when she was finished. "But I already made you this bottle, so you're still going to finish it."

"Y-You're not really gonna tell everyone, are you?" Lola asked, as the girls changed her diaper, putting her into a shirt, thankfully, even if it was far too short to hide her padding.

"We're going to do anything we want," Tammy replied, pushing a pacifier into her mouth. "And you are going to do whatever we want, too. For a start, you're going to be handling all the work we want to pass off to you. After all, unlike grown-ups like us, you don't have to worry about bathroom breaks."

They snickered, locking her into her crib before heading off for their night on the town, promising to be back afterwards to check on her, and threatening her with even worse punishment if they found her outside of the crib when they returned.

It was too bad for Lola, then, that her Daddy had expected to find her in the corner, instead. When she heard the front door open again, she assumed it was her co-workers, and shocked they were back already... Only for her nursery door to open and reveal her Daddy.

"What is this, young lady?" he demanded. "I gave you very clear instructions, didn't I?"

"D-Daddy!" she stared up at him from the crib. "Wh-What are you doing here?"

"We wrapped things up early, so I came home early... And I find you tucked away in your crib, not doing what I told you to do. And you changed your clothes without permission, and weren't in a diaper... Honestly, Lola! And look at how soaked you are... Clearly, you need your diapers! If I can't trust you to keep your diapers on, I'm going to have to find some other way to make sure they stay on!"

He was probably thinking of locking plastic pants, but Lola knew another solution was going to come walking in the door at some point that night - hopefully after her inevitable spanking, so they didn't get to see that, at least - and would almost certainly be willing to offer their services as babysitters while she was at work.

She should have just been a good girl, she thought, as she watched Daddy pick out a paddle, as she knelt in her crib, tummy rumbling, no doubt the result of more of the drugs Amanda had given her, likely meaning, when they saw her again, her throbbing, pink bottom was probably going to be messy, too. If she had, they wouldn't have bothered to invite her, would have kept whispering about her behind her back, her Daddy wouldn't have been mad at her for breaking the rules... All she'd done was make things worse for herself, both at home and at work. 

Maybe that was just what she got for stubbornly refusing to wear green today, to try to look cool, to impress the popular girls. Now, her backside was about to get very, very warm, instead...