Compromise - Chapter 10 (Patreon)

Everything seemed to stop for one long moment, as Elizabeth gawked up at the diaper, trying to will it away, as she squirmed in her soaked clothes and knew that, like it or not, that was her best option. 

She knew she had led a very fortunate life, for someone her size, all things considered... She had her chronic fatigue syndrome, of course, and all of the excitement from today was not doing it any favors, but she'd still managed to get through her life so far without dealing with this, without finding herself in a situation where the only way out was to let herself be diapered.

Maybe it still wasn't... Maybe there was something she was missing, some solution that hadn't yet occurred to her. Her dress was very wet, though, and was already starting to get sticky and uncomfortable, and her trainers were even wetter, definitely not salvageable in the least. What else was there, especially in this bathroom stall, that could help her?

"I-I don't wanna wear a diaper," she sniffed.

Heather smiled gently, nodded. "I know, sweetie... But think of it this way: you'll draw less attention with this, so fewer people will notice."

Outside of the cashier, Lizzie knew that was right. A random person, who had no history with her, would think nothing of a little running around in only a diaper. They did normally wear more, of course, since their caretakers typically enjoyed dressing them up in cutesy outfits, but it wasn't that uncommon a sight.

Seeing one of them walking along, a huge wet spot on her dress? It might not be rare, yet, even with Heather there beside her, there was a good chance somebody would say something, would want to offer some advice to Heather about how to handle Lizzie. And if she stepped out completely naked, which felt like the only other thing on the table? She doubted she had the guts for that in the first place, though, if she did, it was definitely going to attract attention.

It was funny, she mused, how much difference one thing made, both to her and to other people... The diaper was probably the worst, most humiliating, thing she could imagine wearing, something she wouldn't have chosen to wear - not in public, anyway, not as a sole piece of clothing - but, now, when it was it or nothing, it was certainly more appealing, leaving her only her chest to try to cover. To the public, a diaper was enough to let them know that the situation was under control, that she was being taken care of, and handled properly, whereas, if she went naked, there would be some questions, and raised eyebrows... Besides, she didn't want to sit in her car seat nude for the whole ride home, or walk to her apartment that way, without Heather there by her side, any more than she wanted to do those things in a wet dress.

"Ugh, this is so stupid!" Lizzie stomped her foot. There was nobody to blame for this but herself... She was in this position almost solely because of things she'd done. She'd chosen to wear the trainers, she'd chosen to use them, she'd been too nervous and spilled the drink... The fact there was a diaper there had been out of her control - and, if she could have stopped it, she would have - yet, as insane as it sounded, that was probably the best thing she had going for her now. "I am so dumb!"

"Hey!" Lizzie was jolted out of her anger as Heather snapped at her, the woman's tone suddenly like the one she'd used on the cashier, making Lizzie feel even smaller, and more pitiful, for a second... Until Heather knelt down, bent forward, her lips brushing against Lizzie's for a moment for a brief kiss, shutting her up instantly. "You are not dumb... This was a very sweet thing you did for me, and I love it so much... Everything else is just bad luck, and that isn't your fault."

Instantly, Lizzie was off-balance, her head and stomach buzzing. The words themselves were nice, of course, but it was difficult for her to focus on them, thanks to the kiss. It was hard to think about anything else... It had been brief, yes, probably even shorter than the tipsy peck she'd given to Heather on their first date... However, Heather had initiated this one, which made it so much better anyway.

"Y-Yes, ma'am," she said, in a daze, a giggle escaping her lips.

"You're a very clever girl," Heather continued, although, at the moment, she felt more like a silly little schoolgirl. "But you can't foresee, or prepare for, everything. Sometimes, you have to improvise... And that's what we're going to do now. Okay?"

"O-Okay," Lizzie nodded, wishing she could show those qualities Heather saw in her now, that she could show how smart she was... But, for now, it was more like she'd become what Heather actually wanted her to be, a baby totally dependent on her Mommy to do the thinking for her. She knew she shouldn't, that it was a dangerous offer to make... The words slipped out anyway. "Whatever you say."

Heather raised her eyebrows, but, to her credit, didn't push her luck. "We both know you don't need this," she said, tapping the diaper she'd set down on the changing table. "It's all for show. That isn't so bad, right? You've gone undercover before, haven't you?"

Heather knew she had; Lizzie had already told her the story about the daycare. "Yeah," she said.

"That's all this is now," Heather smiled. "Except, this time, you don't have to stuff your panties with toilet paper. I bet you wish you'd had this back then! It would have made it way easier, huh?"

Lizzie nodded, imagining how much smoother that job would have gone, if she hadn't been caught pretending to be padded... Of course, if that had been a requirement, she likely wouldn't have taken the job to begin with. Even if she bought diapers without them, all it would take was one change, and she could have ended up in a diaper with little-proof tapes, and then she'd be in trouble...

She swallowed, looking up as Heather started to unfold the diaper, shifting in place. Did this diaper have those? Mia had looked awfully docile, so she doubted she would need them, but so many of the more premium brands came with them as a default. If she let Heather put her in it, was she also going to have to depend on her to take it off?

Somehow, that hadn't occurred to her until now. She'd thought getting out of the theater without drawing attention would be the end of it, but, of course, it wasn't... She had to drive home, and hope nobody spotted her through her window, and that she didn't get pulled over for any reason, then she had to get back to her apartment. She'd worried about doing that naked, though doing it in just a diaper wouldn't be much better. And, after all that, she still had to get the diaper off.

"There we go!" Heather smiled, giving the diaper a pat, the crinkle echoing through the stall ominously. "Now, can you get undressed for me?"

"No," Lizzie whimpered, not really hearing her. "I-I can't do it."

Heather frowned. "Do you need help? I'd be happy..."

"No, the diaper," Lizzie interrupted. "I-I can't do the diaper."

"Sweetie," Heather sighed, "we just talked about this. You're going undercover."

That wasn't the point at all, but Lizzie didn't want to tell her that, didn't want to say that she didn't trust her... After everything they'd been through together, she really should, she knew. There had been plenty of opportunities for Heather to kidnap her, to do with her as she wanted, and she'd never taken any of them... How many more times could she reasonably expect Heather to prove herself before the woman got tired of it?

And yet... This was probably the biggest test of all. Lizzie would literally be in a diaper, a diaper that, she assumed, she wouldn't be able to get out of on her own. All Heather would have to do was not remove it, to tell Lizzie that it was what she wore now, how she used the bathroom, and there would be almost nothing Lizzie could do about it...

Was she seriously going to submit to that voluntarily, to put herself in that position, and leave everything in Heather's hands? She'd done it before, yes, but... Well, as bad as she'd felt in the other situations she'd put Heather in, knowing how much she must be tempted, this would have to be so much worse, so much harder for her to resist...

"I'm not going to make you," Heather told her. "The movie is going to be letting out soon, though, and the longer you take to decide, the more full that lobby is going to be..."

She was right about that; Lizzie couldn't keep waffling back and forth about this forever. She had to make a choice, and stick with it. There was always a chance they'd run into someone on their way out, or in the parking lot, but if she kept delaying, that would turn into a certainty.

"Okay," she breathed. "Okay." Heather hadn't abused her power when she'd had the wristband and leash on Lizzie... It would only have been a few extra steps for her. Lizzie reached down, grabbing the hem of her dress, starting to raise it up... Then stopping again, blushing. "C-Could you, umm... t-turn around?"

"Sweetie, I'm about to put you in a diaper," Heather reminded her.

Lizzie knew that was true, but that didn't change the fact that she was about to strip naked in front of the person she had such a huge crush on, who was so gorgeous, so powerful... She already felt pretty small and inadequate compared to her, even with clothes on. "M-Maybe I could put it on myself?" she suggested.

"Do you know how?" Heather asked. "If it looks crooked, or loose, you know somebody will spot that, and they'll probably want to stop you, and give me a lesson on how to properly diaper you..."

As always, she was right. It would definitely be better to let Heather do it right the first time, rather than having some busy-body insist on adjusting it out in public. If it was going to be on display like this, it would only work to draw less attention to her if it was perfect.

Lizzie sighed, fingers curling around her dress again, freezing short of exposing her leaking trainers. Gently, Heather took ahold of the skirt herself, pulling it free of Lizzie's weakening grip, raising it up, off of her body, the girl's arms lifting automatically to allow it. 

Like most littles, she didn't necessarily need a bra, although she had a collection of what most 'tweeners or Amazons would consider training bras. None of them worked under the dress she'd chosen, which meant now, she was in just her shoes, socks, and training pants. She crossed her arms over her chest, cheeks blazing, leaving her trainers exposed, dribbling their contents down her thighs as she squirmed.

"Wow," Heather blinked, staring at them. "They're even cuter than I imagined, as I was checking you..." Lizzie let out a tiny squeak as Heather's hand closed around her padding, giving it a pat. "You really used these... Oh, but that's all soda, of course, isn't it?" 

She winked, both of them knowing the truth, that Lizzie had overloaded them before she'd spilled her drink... And both knowing that Heather was aware of that, too. Lizzie thought it would make her feel better to nod, to say, "U-Uh-huh," but, in reality, it made her feel more like a naughty little girl, trying to lie to her Mommy, despite being aware of how pointless it was to try to fool a grown-up.

"Of course," Heather chuckled. "You're a big girl, aren't you?" She squeezed the trainers. "You'd never pee your pants like this..."

Lizzie was starting to get worried this had been too much for Heather, that she'd been tempted too hard, when, finally, as if snapping out of a dream, she reached over, tearing open one side of the training pants, then the other, tossing the ruined garment into the stall's trash can with a damp thud. As nice as it was to get away from it, Lizzie was now, basically, completely naked in front of her crush. Only her feet were covered, which didn't exactly give her a lot of comfort. There was no hiding no, no disguising how tiny and helpless she was, compared to the other woman.

"It's a good thing I brought these," Heather said, reaching into her purse, pulling out a small pack of baby wipes. "We'll have you cleaned up in no time!"

"Wh-Why do you have those?" Lizzie stared at them while Heather opened the package, pulling one out, unable to stop a squeak when the first one touched her. It was much cooler than she'd expected, although it did feel nice as it was run over her legs, starting to wipe away the soda residue. Mia's Amazons hadn't given Heather those, too... Why did she have them at the ready?!

For a moment, her mind raced, wondering if this had all been a set-up, if, perhaps, Heather had known that couple, if she'd orchestrated the meeting in the restaurant to justify why she'd have a diaper on hand... But she knew that was silly. How would she have known Lizzie would be wearing trainers, or that she'd need a change?

"They're nice to have after a movie," Heather replied breezily, still wiping away. "They're better for getting butter off your fingers than napkins."

Lizzie supposed that made sense, though, before she could think too hard about it, the baby wipes moved from her legs to her nether regions, and she gasped, blushing, as Heather touched her down there. "Oh, I'm sorry," Heather moved her hand away quickly. "Would you like to do that yourself?"

She knew she should, that, honestly, she was mature enough that she ought to be handling all this clean-up by herself... But she shook her head anyway. "No, it's all right. Y-You can do it. I was just surprised."

She expected more, thought Heather might take the time to play a little, to tease her, but, instead, she handled it quickly, professionally, reminding Lizzie that, despite the kiss - which hadn't really been romantic, probably, even if it had felt that way to her - Heather didn't see her the way she saw Heather... To Heather, she was a little girl, someone to take care of.

"Now, then," Heather said when she was satisfied with her work, "would you like to use the toilet before we get you into your diaper? Or did you get it all out already?"

Lizzie blushed deeper, shaking her head, recalling how little she truly had gone, to get such drastic results. To her surprise, Heather picked her up, lifting her towards the table, and the diaper waiting there, splayed out like a trap about to be sprung... "Wait!" she squealed, kicking her feet helplessly.

"What's wrong?" Heather asked, not setting her down, only emphasizing their size difference as she looked in the fidgeting little's eyes.

"I-I meant I didn't get it all out," Lizzie told her. "I-I do need the toilet."

"Oh, I see," Heather chuckled, turning, setting Lizzie down on the toilet seat. "That's why we have to use our big girl words, Lizzie. It's too easy to misunderstand without them."

"I-I'm sorry." 

"No, no, it's fine," Heather smiled. "I'm just glad we cleared it up before it got any further."

Lizzie nibbled her bottom lip, her feet swinging as she sat on the tall toilet. It was obviously meant for Amazons, assumed that only they would use this stall, and anyone smaller would be with them, and would be using the changing table instead. Really, Heather hadn't had to ask her at all... Lizzie didn't think she would have considered asking to use the toilet herself - until, maybe, the diaper was on, at which point it might be too late - although she was glad it had been brought up. She doubted she would have lasted too much longer...

But it didn't seem that way from what was happening now. "Are you sure you still have to go?" Heather asked. "Maybe you already went more than you thought."

"N-No, I do," Lizzie insisted. "Umm... C-Could you turn around now?"

"Ahh," Heather nodded. "Of course."

It had taken quite a bit of coaxing to convince her bladder to let go in the theater, though she'd thought it had gotten over its shyness by the end... Perhaps it had seen what it had wrought and felt bad. That, or there was a difference between wetting her trainers, when she had a dress, and the darkness of the room, to hide the evidence, where, now, she had nothing.

Even with Heather politely facing away, it was a few more seconds before she let go, blushing as she heard the splashing beneath her. This was so much better than going in her pants, in the diaper she was about to be put into... But she was still embarrassed to be doing this with Heather so close, merely pretending she wasn't aware of what was happening.

Maybe, Lizzie thought, part of it was knowing that Heather had wanted this diaper for herself... She'd refused to throw it away because she'd said she wanted it for her collection. She wasn't going to be able to do that now, either way... So, was it wasteful of Lizzie not to at least use it, to just wear it for a little while, until she could get home and back into her grown-up underwear? She didn't want to do it, but, after their little confrontation over the diaper, she couldn't help feeling a tiny bit of guilt... Though, not enough to make her decide not to use the toilet she was already sitting on.

She half expected some joke, or comment, when she was done, a question about how much she'd drank that day, or how she could possibly have been going for that long when she'd already drenched her trainers; Heather kindly stayed silent, lifting her down to wipe her off again, Lizzie too embarrassed to offer to do it herself, then picking her back up, and, at last, setting her down on the diaper.

She'd thought the training pants were thick, but they were nothing compared to this. She gasped, wiggling her bottom, wallowing in the massive padding beneath her, the gravity of her situation taking hold once more. Even if her dress wasn't soaked, she doubted she'd be able to hide the diaper underneath it... The bulge would definitely be noticeable, at least to experienced Mommies and Daddies, and babysitters, if not anyone who looked at her for half a second.

"Unfortunately, I don't have baby powder," Heather lamented. "I didn't think to bring that... But you shouldn't need it anyway, right?"

"N-No, ma'am," Lizzie shook her head. She wasn't planning on using the diaper, and being allowed to use the toilet had made it much less likely she would.

She gulped as Heather pulled the front of the diaper up between her legs, feeling her thighs being spread open. Her body tried to move back to its normal position, to fight back against the padding, but it was too big, too bulky... Her breath quickened as she looked down at herself, seeing the lavender plastic there, looking just like it had on Mia...

On Mia, who had pooped her pants in public, and didn't seem to care one bit... Just wearing this diaper wasn't going to turn her into that... It couldn't... Yet, having it on made her feel much closer to the girl than she liked, as if she had more in common than she wanted to admit...

Her skin crawled as she heard the first tape being pulled open, felt Heather move her slightly, adjusting her, before tugging the first side snug, pressing the tape onto the landing strip, sealing it in place. It was already almost over... Even if Lizzie changed her mind, Heather could have her fully diapered in one, smooth motion, and there would be little she could do about it...

"I-I'm not a baby," Lizzie insisted weakly.

"I know," Heather assured her, opening up the second, and final, tape. And then, almost before Lizzie could process it, it was over, Heather giving the tape a rub to be sure it would stick, picking Lizzie up under her arms to sit her up, feet dangling from the edge of the changing table.

"I-I'm in a diaper." Lizzie couldn't keep the observation inside as she gaped at herself, her hands pushing at the garment in disbelief. After everything she'd been through, after all this time, it had happened... It felt like she was sitting on a pillow, and she couldn't even imagine how hard it would be to try to walk in it, to try to hide the waddle she was positive she'd have...

"You certainly are," Heather agreed, sounding much less shocked by it. "Good job, sweetie... Now, what do you want to do about your shoes?"

"M-My... shoes?" They were the last thing on Lizzie's mind now. She was wiggling her bottom, feeling how the diaper followed her every move, inescapable, its tight confines hugging her hips and refusing to let go.

"Your socks are a little wet, but not too bad," Heather observed. "You could leave them on, if you want... Or we could take them off."

Lizzie didn't feel capable of making any decisions at the moment, or thinking about anything else except the diaper she was wearing. Keeping the shoes would make it look like she - or, rather, her Mommy - thought that the diaper truly qualified as a full outfit, that there was no need for anything else; losing them would make it look like she was the very tiniest of babies, one so small that she didn't need shoes, because her Mommy carried her everywhere anyway. "Wh-What do you think?" she looked up at Heather, wide-eyed.

"Well, I think I'm going to have to wash your socks anyway, so we might as well get them off now. Then they can go straight into the washer at my place with your dress." 

Lizzie nodded along, accepting that logic. It wasn't until Heather started to take her shoes off, however, that she fully heard the words. "W-Wait... Your place?"

"Of course," Heather said. "You're not going to run around like that on your own, are you? I thought it would be easier for me to drive you there, get your clothes washed, then bring you back here to pick up your car and go home."

It was true, Lizzie had been worried about running into someone - anyone, really - on her way into her apartment... And she didn't have a washer and dryer in her unit, so it would be more convenient, and less embarrassing, to use Heather's, to save herself a trip to the laundromat. Did she really want to sit around Heather's place in just a diaper, though? Especially when she knew that the woman had a nursery... It wasn't finished, by any means, at least according to her, but she'd admitted it was there....

"Is that okay?" Heather asked, looking up at Lizzie. "If you have another idea..."

"N-No," Lizzie shook her head. "N-No, it's fine... I-I think that's a good plan..."

She hoped so, anyway... When Heather ducked her head, turning her attention to Lizzie's shoes again, the smaller woman finally gave the tapes on her diaper a tug, stomach churning when she felt them stay still, not even budging the tiniest bit. If she was wrong, if Heather wasn't as trustworthy as she thought, if she'd just been biding her time... There was no absolutely nothing Lizzie could do about it.