Compromise - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

The menu was a bit overwhelming, as Lizzie scanned it over and over, all of the options sounding good. She and Heather had been so busy talking, she hadn't paid much attention to it until now, as their 'tweener waitress looked over her glasses at her, ready to take her order.

It was one of her favorite places, apparently, so it was no surprise that Heather had barely had to glance at the menu before she ordered. Part of Lizzie wanted to just get the same chicken dish, or have the Amazon suggest something for her... At this point, however, she was worried that would make her waitress even more annoyed at her for wasting her time.

"Would you like me to come back?" she asked, tapping her pencil against her order pad. "Or do you need some help reading the menu? We have a kids' menu that's all pictures, if that would be better."

Lizzie blushed, squirming down further in her seat before thinking better of it, realizing her skirt might ride up if she did that, show off her trainers to the waitress, to the Amazon still cleaning up his little in the bathroom on his way back across the dining room, maybe even to the other Amazon, seated on the other side of the room...

"Hey!" Heather snapped. Lizzie's eyes widened, her spine stiffening, sure she was about to get chewed out, that her date was going to take the waitress's side on how annoying she was being with this. "She is perfectly capable of reading that menu, thank you very much."

Lizzie smiled up at her, melting a little with happiness at the sensation of being defended. She didn't need anyone to do that for her... She could have done it herself, really... But she couldn't deny that it was nice to have someone else do it for her.

"S-Sorry," the waitress squirmed, certainly feeling pretty small herself, likely worrying that Heather was going to report this to her manager, or that Heather would take matters into her own hands, lead her into the bathrooms that were right by the table... "I-I didn't mean..." What she'd done, of course, was assume that Heather was on her side, that she'd be up for teasing the poor little girl as much as possible. "I-I can give you a few more minutes," she repeated, looking more than ready to dash off back to the kitchen.

"No," Lizzie spoke up. She wouldn't have minded it, normally, except they had a movie to get to, and she knew she'd probably get distracted without the 'tweener there to keep her focused on the task at hand. She didn't want to make them late for that, so she had to make a choice. "Let's see... I think this spaghetti sounds good!"

She couldn't say why it had jumped out at her, although she had noticed it almost immediately, and, in the heat of the moment, she decided to take that as a sign. "Very good choice," the waitress nodded, scribbling something down on her pad. "A-Anything else?" she turned her attention towards Heather, keeping her eyes down on the table submissively.

"Are you sure you don't want any appetizers?" she asked Lizzie. 

She shook her head. "Not if we want to get popcorn later, too."

"Then we're all set," Heather said with a smile. "Thank you."

Lizzie watched the waitress scurry away, bashfully swinging her legs for a moment. "Thanks," she mumbled quietly.

"Of course, sweetie," Heather replied. 

This was the right time, Lizzie told herself. Yes, the other Amazon was still there - though she'd been doing her best not to look over there and draw her attention, so hopefully she wasn't watching - but, if she could even hear what they were saying from this side of the room, Lizzie was confident Heather wouldn't let her try anything.

"I, uh... I-I have something I want to tell you," she squirmed, the padding under her bottom feeling so much thicker now, so much more obvious. Did Heather already know? Had everyone who had seen her figured it out instantly? Was there any point to admitting it out loud?

"You do?" Heather leaned forward. "What's that?"

"W-Well..." Lizzie swallowed, instinctively closing her fingers around the hem of her skirt, tugging on it. "I-I thought... J-Just for this time, maybe... B-But..."

She should have planned this part out, too. Of course she was going to get flustered; if she'd settled on what to say beforehand, she could have fallen back on that, and it would have made things so much easier! She closed her eyes, took a breath, ready to start over...

And, at last, the male Amazon emerged from the bathroom, carrying the little who had gone in there with him, covered in pasta sauce. Considering the state of them when she'd last seen them, it was hardly a shock to see that the shortalls were no longer on the girl... However, Lizzie had assumed that, surely he'd have a spare outfit for her.

Apparently not, or he'd decided it wasn't worth it for the brief amount of time they'd be there. The young woman in his arm, bouncing up and down happily, sucking on her pacifier, was wearing nothing more than a crop top that had probably been under the shortalls and bib, and a big, bulky diaper in an honestly rather nice, pale lavender color.

Lizzie had seen plenty of other littles with their diapers out before, sometimes dressed even more revealingly than this, but never when she'd been about to reveal her own - rather meager, in comparison - padding to someone she had a huge crush on. Her mouth fell open embarrassingly, her backside wriggling as she imagined it being wrapped in one of those, instead of her trainers. 

That was, she knew, what Heather would have preferred... She'd probably have loved to see Lizzie and this other girl's places swapped. Would she even be satisfied with some silly, thin training panties, after seeing this?

"Is somebody jealous?"

Lizzie's tummy twisted, realizing her staring had been noticed, the man stopping by their table, filling the air with the sound of crinkling as his little girl wiggled in his arms, and the scent of fresh baby powder. "They're pretty nice diapers, aren't they?" he asked. "We might have some spares, if you're interested."

He wasn't speaking to Lizzie anymore, though, turning slightly towards Heather, the motion pushing the girl he was holding, and her diapered crotch, closer to the one squirming anxiously on the bench. Lizzie didn't want to gawk, and, other times, perhaps she could have stopped herself... Being here with Heather, and with her trainers hugging snugly to her own crotch, she couldn't help it.

The girl had just come out of the bathroom, just been changed out of a dirty diaper... And yet, Lizzie was positive she saw a discoloration in her diaper, a sign that she was wet again already, if only a bit. The more she looked, the more certain she was... And the bigger the spot appeared to be. Was it growing? Was she wetting herself right now?!

Lizzie searched the girl's face for any indication that she knew what was happening, that it bothered her, but she was happy to bounce and squirm, and suck on her paci. That so easily could be her, Lizzie thought to herself... It could be right now, in fact. She had protection... She could start wetting herself at any time. If she was truly like this girl, she might be doing already and not notice...

She shifted in her seat, confirming that wasn't true, that she was still dry, breathing a sigh of relief. As she continued to stare, however, it finally hit her why spaghetti had stood out to her in the menu... That had been what the girl was eating, in her high chair, that had made such a mess...

If she'd remembered that in the heat of the moment, she never would have ordered it herself! She was pretty sure she could trust herself to be neater about eating it, but of course that was the kind of thing a big baby like this girl would get! Kids loved spaghetti... Why hadn't she gotten something more mature?!

"That's a very nice offer," Heather told the man. "I think we're all right, though, thank you."

"No problem," he winked at her. "Say bye-bye, Mia!"

The girl in the diaper waved at Lizzie, who waved back, eyes still fixed on Mia's diaper as she was carried off, back to her own table, where she was plopped back into her high chair while the two Amazons packed up their things and got ready to leave.

"Well?" Lizzie jumped, cheeks red, as the silence was broken. "What were you going to tell me?"

"Oh!" She'd forgotten all about that, and, after that display, she wished Heather had, too. Heather wanted a big baby like Mia, not the sad imitation Lizzie had been able to convince herself to go with... She tugged at her dress again, shaking her head. "I-I, uh... I... Might need to come by your office again, for work!"

It was the truth, although she hadn't decided yet if she wanted to tell Heather or not. It would be useful, having someone on the inside... On the other hand, she didn't want to get Heather in trouble, asking for another favor. Heather had already done so much for her, after all.

"I see," Heather nodded. "Is there something going on I should be worried about?"

Lizzie looked around the restaurant; it wasn't busy right now at all. Still, it was a public place, and she knew it wasn't a good idea to discuss the details of a case, especially an ongoing one, in public. She shouldn't even have mentioned it to Heather, but at least she knew she could trust her.  "I-I don't think so," she said after a few moments. "S-Sorry, forget I mentioned it."

Heather tilted her head, probably confused why Lizzie had brought it up in the first place. Lizzie was, too, to be fair, taking a drink of her water to give herself an excuse to stay silent. Thankfully, the waitress reappeared, far quicker than she would have expected, carrying a pair of plates. Even as slow as it was, the food had gotten out fast... She must have been afraid Heather would be mad at her and had the cooks put a rush on their order.

"Here you are," she set them down, not having to confirm who had gotten which dish. Heather's plate looked delicious, the chicken cooked perfectly, nestled on a bed of rice, surrounded by vegetables... And Lizzie's was a pile of spaghetti, like you'd give to any fussy eater who refused to try anything new. Of course, she knew that adults, and Amazons, ate spaghetti, too, and it had been in the main menu, not the kids' one, but she couldn't shake the image of Mia also eating it, the same as her...

"I'm not saying you need one," the waitress started out defensively, "but we do have bibs, if you'd like."

Lizzie hadn't brought a spare outfit, either... And she also didn't have a shirt under her dress - not that she'd want to run around with her trainers on display, like Mia - so she couldn't fall back on that. She started to shake her head pridefully, knowing that, on her own, she'd absolutely have refused.

Did she really want to risk making a mess in front of Heather, though? Obviously, it wouldn't be as bad as Mia's, but that didn't mean she liked the idea of spending the rest of the evening, even if part of it would be in the dark of a movie theater, with a stained dress if her hand slipped. 

"Th-That might not be a bad idea," she admitted. The waitress looked relieved as she went to retrieve it, and Heather smiled, too.

"You don't have to do that, you know," she told her. Lizzie hadn't thought about that, about how it might make Heather happy... It was a welcome side effect, but not one she'd intended.

"Better safe than sorry," she chuckled awkwardly.

"See, Mia? She did get the same as you!" Lizzie cringed, nibbling at her bottom lip as the pair of Amazons approached, little in tow, toddling beside them now, her diaper very definitely drooping, ever so slightly, confirming Lizzie's suspicions. The female Amazon grinned at Lizzie, then Heather. "I'm sure you'll love it, dear... They have very good pasghetti here, don't they, Mia?"

Mia giggled as her diaper was given a playful swat, nodding eagerly. "Yummy!" she added around her paci.

"Gr-Great," Lizzie pulled at her dress, praying none of them saw her training pants underneath, figured out how similar to Mia she really was. And, as if to foil her plan, the waitress returned, setting the bib down next to her plate.

"There you go," she chirped. "Enjoy!"

"Sorry to interrupt," the woman told them. "I just thought I saw that your little cutie got spaghetti, too, and I wanted to show Mia." She leaned in a bit closer to Heather, though it was clearly for show, since Lizzie heard everything she said. "We do have a spare, if you want... I promise, once you try this brand, you'll never go back!"

"You don't have to do that," Heather said, but Lizzie could tell she was curious, could see her looking at Mia's padding almost as closely as she was. "It looks like you need all the diapers you can get!"

"No, no," the woman shook her head, reaching into the diaper bag slung over her shoulder. "I insist. I'm always trying to get people to try these. They're seriously the best I've found."

A strangled squeak escaped from Lizzie's throat as one of the diapers was set down on the table, inches away from her, all folded up and ready for her. The bathroom was right there... There was no way she'd be able to avoid Heather, and the couple. If Heather wanted, she could have her in there, changed into more proper protection, and back eating her pasghetti, like Mia, in the blink of an eye.

"Uh-oh!" the man chuckled. "Is someone hungry? Here, let's get this taken care of so you can eat."

He leaned over, picking up the bib, gently tying it around her neck, smoothing it down over her chest. Lizzie blushed, feeling his huge, strong hand brush against her breast, but it was clear he didn't mean anything by it... It couldn't even really be classified as an accident. He simply didn't see her as anything more than a toddler, so what did it matter?

"Now you don't have to get up to do it," he told Heather. "We'll get out of your hair. Have a good night!"

They finally left, Mia waving goodbye again as Lizzie self-consciously adjusted her bib, almost glad she didn't have to debate with herself over whether to actually wear it or not, then glanced over and saw the diaper.

It was so big, and bulky... Lizzie couldn't imagine having that on her, having to waddle, like she'd just seen Mia do... Would it fit under her dress? Would it poke out the bottom, letting everyone see her plastic-coated shame? If not, would it bulge out so much that it didn't matter, that anyone looking at her would know what she had on anyway?

"Hey," Heather said gently, sweeping the diaper off the table, tucking it away onto the seat next to her. "It's okay. Just because I have it, it doesn't mean I'm going to use it on you..."

It wasn't Heather's fault; she hadn't asked for it, had, in fact, said no... Lizzie couldn't help feeling nervous, knowing it was right there, like a loaded gun. "Y-You could just throw it away," she suggested. "I'm sure there's a trash can in the bathroom, and..."

"Lizzie," Heather stopped her. "I promise, I'm not going to do anything you don't want."

"But you don't need it!" Lizzie whined, thumping her feet against the back of the bench. "Just get rid of it!"

Heather looked, for a moment, like she was going to do it, then shook her head. "I have a nursery, Lizzie," she said bluntly. "I guess I haven't told you, but I'm sure you must have guessed I had somewhere to put you that first night, if I had..." She blushed. Did she regret not doing it, not snatching her up from the bar, or was she embarrassed that she'd almost done it? It was hard to tell. "It isn't done yet by any means. I do have a changing table, though, and a few different kinds of diapers to try. I've never seen these, so I want to add it to my collection. That's all."

Lizzie stared down at her plate of spaghetti, feeling bad for her little tantrum. She knew Heather had an interest in this, and she trusted the woman - she wouldn't be here if she didn't - so it was pretty rude of her to make demands on her like that, for no reason. She had no place to tell her what to do with a gift she'd been given... "Sorry," she mumbled. 

"It's okay," Heather reassured her. "I understand... I can take it out to my car, if that would make you feel better?"

"No," Lizzie told her. "You don't have to do that. I don't want your food to get cold... And I trust you."

Heather's face lit up, which made Lizzie feel good, too, smiling to herself as she turned back to her food, out of hunger this time, instead of shame. "Do you want me to help you get that bib off?" Heather asked.

Lizzie considered it, but only for a moment. "No," she answered. "I don't want to get pasghetti sauce on my dress." She giggled to herself, watching Heather smile, sitting up in her seat, finally ready to take her first bite. She felt the trainers under her, and, for a split second, almost took it even further, almost admitted she had them on, to really complete her childish image right now in Heather's eyes... 

But she still couldn't quite do it, not yet. And that was all right, she thought to herself, carefully twisting a noodle around her fork. The night was young, after all... She was sure she'd have another chance.