Compromise - Chapter 11 (Patreon)

Lizzie didn't think to offer to remove her own shoes, although, at this point, what did it matter? Heather had already done pretty much everything else herself... Why not let her finish things off, too? 

She had moved right on to them, almost without thinking, like she was already in Mommy mode, looking after her little one, someone who was too small, too immature to do anything herself. And, to be fair, it would be much harder for Lizzie to get her foot up to where she could easily reach it now that she was so thickly diapered, the extra bulk between her legs adding a degree of difficulty to any kind of movement.

How could people spend all their time wearing these things?! Lizzie knew it wasn't their choice in most cases, but still... The trainers really hadn't prepared her for this at all, though, she supposed, that was the point. They weren't supposed to feel like diapers at all, that was the whole appeal. Then again, they hadn't felt like panties, either, so it was a stepping stone, a way to slowly introduce littles to padding in a way that they might try out themselves, voluntarily, while providing so tiny an amount of protection that they were sure to end up in something bulkier eventually, if they trusted them too much in public.

She knew all that, too, had been aware of it... She should never have let herself end up in this position. She had just been too nervous, too excited to be sitting there, in the dark, next to Heather... She really had nobody else to blame, no matter how much she wanted to. She was in this diaper because of her own stupidity, which was dangerous when her whole job required her to be smart, to think quickly...

"There we go!" Heather cooed, sliding Lizzie's shoe off of her foot, tucking it away in her purse, moving on to the next one. "Almost done! Then we can get you out of here!"

Lizzie nodded, nibbling away at her lip, knowing she was mere moments away from being left in only a diaper. It had been their plan, after all, so it was hardly a surprise, and yet, the thought of it was still mortifying, knowing it was so close to happening.

"We really ought to get you a pacifier," Heather teased, "as often as you do that."

"No!" Lizzie shook her head, blushing when she heard Heather chuckle. She'd known it was a joke... At least, somewhat. Heather probably would have loved to see her with one, although, considering how patient she'd been with everything else, Lizzie didn't think she'd make her use one without actually asking. "Y-You don't have one of those in your bag, too, do you?"

Heather smiled. "No, I don't," she said. "Just baby wipes. I didn't think I'd have to worry too much about you being loud and disturbing the rest of the theater... Not as much as I was worried about your fingers getting covered in butter, anyway. It might have completed your disguise, though."

Lizzie felt her face warming up further, thinking back to the signs she'd seen about staying quiet during the movie, about the picture of the sulky girl sitting in the seat with a pacifier, just a hint of plastic beneath the short skirt of her dress to make it obvious she was diapered. She was sure the cashier Heather had humiliated on her behalf would love to have Lizzie replace the model, to pop a paci into her mouth and take pictures of her like this to post around the lobby, her diapered state far more than hinted at.

She was distracted by that as Heather removed her other shoe, then moved on to her socks, Lizzie unable to help herself as she felt the woman's hands brushing against the bottom of her foot. She squirmed, diaper crinkling loudly at the movement, giggling. If she'd been paying attention, perhaps she could have stopped it, braced herself... As it was, it had taken her by surprise, and there was nothing she could do.

"Uh-oh," Heather grinned. "Is somebody ticklish?"

Lizzie shook her head bashfully, Heather's expression clearly skeptical as she moved on to the other sock. Lizzie did her very best to stay quiet, but it was like trying not to think about something; attempting to not be ticklish only made things worse, and Heather had barely touched her foot before she was tittering away. And, once Heather pulled out a baby wipe to clean Lizzie's feet off with, it was all over.

It was kind of nice, the laughter helping to relieve her tension over the situation she'd gotten herself in, and what she knew was going to have to happen to get her out of it. She also felt very silly, laughing and wriggling there, in her diaper, like a carefree toddler, anything she did to try to stop it just making her giggle harder.

"I think somebody told me a fib," Heather smiled, tossing the baby wipe into the garbage can finally, leaving Lizzie to recover on the changing table. "I may not be a private investigator like you, but I believe I've cracked the case... I think Lizzie really is ticklish, isn't she?"

Lizzie squealed as Heather approached, fingers wiggling, not even touching her yet, then blushed at her own reaction, at how she was wiggling around in anticipation, not quite sure if she wanted Heather to continue or not. It didn't seem to matter, as Heather reached forward, straight for Lizzie's exposed tummy, sending the girl tumbling back onto the padded table, limbs flailing as she giggled helplessly.

"Lying is so naughty!" Heather smirked. "I think you need to be punished!"

"N-No!" Lizzie squirmed, her protests only appearing to encourage Heather, to make her tickle harder, more relentlessly.

"Oh, I think so!" she said. "I think so!"

Lizzie was feeling a little lightheaded, a little dizzy, staring up at Heather. It was hard to think about anything in the moment, but one thought did drift in, the realization that, if she hadn't used the bathroom before her diapering, there was a good chance she'd be soggy already, or would at least be on the verge of it. And Heather just kept going, just kept pushing... Almost as if that was what she wanted.

Of course, if that was the case, she wouldn't have let Lizzie use the toilet. Lizzie would have let her get away with it; Heather had been the one to suggest it, after all, with Lizzie not even thinking about it on her own, because she'd been too preoccupied with what she'd known was coming next. Even so, it was hard not to wonder if there was something more than playfulness behind Heather's eyes as Lizzie looked up at her, knowing she was completely at her mercy.

"I think I know what I'll do," Heather finally declared. "I... am gonna eat you up!"

She swooped in, planting her lips on Lizzie's stomach, above the waistband of her diaper, and before the girl could react, before she could even think about what was going to happen, she blew a raspberry there. Lizzie laughed, feeling the vibrations, which prompted Heather to do it again, moving up her body slightly.

She was going in for a third time when she froze, her own cheeks turning pink. "Oh," she said uncomfortably. "Oh, I didn't... I-I'm sorry."

Lizzie was still trying to catch her breath, to recover, as Heather brush her hand against her tummy, wiping away the saliva she'd left behind. Lizzie couldn't help feeling excited, feeling Heather touching her there, so close to her privates, imagining her fingers slipping past the plastic, inside the diaper... But what had just happened, and Heather's reaction to it, was enough to let her know how Heather saw her. Her instincts had taken over, and they'd wanted nothing more than to treat Lizzie like a sweet, innocent baby.

They both stayed quiet as Heather carefully folded up Lizzie's socks into her dress, folding them up into one another to keep all of the wetness contained on the inside of the bundle, making it safe for her to tuck it into her purse as well. 

"So," she spoke up at last, when she was done. "I-I know you can walk on your own, but since you don't have shoes..."

Lizzie saw the guilt in her eyes, and, while she was a little hurt by her revelation, that, at her core, Heather still considered her a baby, it was hard to be too upset at the other woman for it. Given everything that had happened, how could she really blame her? Having Lizzie here, like this, wearing only a big, thick diaper that she couldn't get out of on her own, knowing that she was completely reliant on Heather to help her out of this mess... She should probably be grateful a tickle attack and a couple raspberries were all that had come of it, at least so far.

"It's okay," Lizzie nodded gently, both about what Heather had done, and what she was about to do. She still let out a tiny gasp when Heather picked her up, however, shocked at how strong Heather was, at how secure she felt as Heather rested her on her knee, one hand firmly planted on the seat of her diaper, even closer to her than it had been before.

"Are you ready?" Heather asked. Lizzie bit her bottom lip again, knowing that the cashier was out there, that she probably had been wondering what was taking them so long, just waiting for them to emerge... But also recalling how sheepish the girl had looked after Heather had defended her. Heather had claimed Lizzie hadn't had an accident, though the fact she was coming out in a diaper might make it obvious it was a lie... Lizzie couldn't imagine the cashier saying something either way, however, and risking Heather's wrath. She nodded.

"Good girl," Heather smiled. "We'll be out of here in no time."

She pushed open the door, and, instantly, Lizzie was having second thoughts. The bathroom had been so small, so private... Now, she was staring out at the whole lobby, a giant room where anyone could come out at any time and see her there, dangling in her Mommy's grip, wearing just a diaper, so clearly a big baby, and nothing more...

An involuntary squeak escaped her lips when she spotted the cashier, sure enough still standing at her station, a grin crossing her face at the sight approaching her. Lizzie buried her face in Heather's side, although, she realized, she was too early, because, a moment later, she heard a nervous chuckle, and a, "Y-You have a good night, ma'am," from the girl, no doubt after Heather shot her a pointed look.

Lizzie managed to tear her eyes away from Heather's dress - feeling silly, since, obviously, she knew that not seeing other people wouldn't stop them from seeing her, in all her shame - too late to witness the chastised cashier... But just in time to see the door to one of the theaters open, a flood of people starting to emerge.

"Mommy!" she squealed frantically, not thinking about what she was saying. Plenty of other people had called Heather that, had assumed that was who she was to Lizzie, and Lizzie herself had used it while trying to play the part of a penitent, punished little at the convenience store, then felt bad, like she was mocking Heather... This time, she hadn't even thought about it, hadn't done it as a calculated, intentional thing... It had been the first thing that came to her mind, no doubt because Heather had just taken such good care of her, and diapered her, and was currently holding her in her arms...

"I see," Heather replied, thankfully either not noticing the word, or too determined to get Lizzie out of there to pay any mind to it. "It's okay..."

She sped up, but only slightly. Lizzie groaned, burying herself deeper into the woman's side, wanting to beg her to hurry. That would defeat the whole purpose of this 'disguise', though... The faster Heather moved, the more obvious it would be that something unusual was happening, and the more attention she'd draw to them. If she stayed calm and - relatively - slow, nobody would give the pair a second thought, hopefully. Lizzie knew all that, of course; it didn't do much to soothe her nerves, however, as the crowd drew closer and closer, heading for the same door Heather was walking towards.

"What if somebody I know is in there?" she whimpered, fidgeting frantically. "Wh-What if they see me?"

"Just stay quiet," Heather ordered under her breath. "They won't know its you from one quick glance, but if they hear your voice..."

"They are gonna know!" Lizzie insisted. She'd gone undercover so many times, knew how to keep cool and not blow her cover... Now, though, she felt more exposed, more vulnerable, than ever, and she was not handling it as well as she should, as she knew she could. Maybe it was having Heather there, having to rely on her... Or maybe it was the diaper itself, being out, in public, in the thing... "They're gonna know right away, and..."

Heather reached over, gently cupping her hand around Lizzie's. For a moment, Lizzie thought she was trying to hold her hand, to comfort her... And then, she she attempted to do that, Heather curled her hand again, forcing Lizzie's fingers into a fist, leaving only her thumb sticking out, before guiding the girl's hand up to her lips...

Lizzie's eyes widened as she realized what was happening. Heather didn't have a pacifier, so she was giving her the next best thing, to try to calm her down, or at least keep her quiet. Lizzie pouted, staring up into Heather's eyes, but, when she opened her mouth to protest, the woman just took that as a cue, and pushed Lizzie's thumb into her mouth.

Lizzie could take it out at any time, of course. There was nothing keeping it in, other than the fact that Heather had been the one to put it there. It did help her to keep quiet, however, and, like a pacifier would have, completed her disguise, helping her to look the part of a sleepy little who had just come out of a movie, and was about to be taken home and put to bed by her Mommy. And, if she was being perfectly honest, she didn't completely mind how it felt, sucking away at it. It was soothing, in a weird way, relaxing... 

"Here we go," Heather told her, giving her a bounce. "Outside..."

Lizzie was glad for the warning, even if it gave her only a moment to brace herself before Heather pushed open the lobby door, letting Lizzie feel the breeze on her body, and a fresh coating of red make its way to her cheeks. If the lobby had felt big, that was nothing compared to being outdoors. There really could be anyone out there, watching...

She sucked harder on her thumb, cuddling tighter into Heather, as they made their way through the parking lot, past rows of cars. Lizzie spotted her own, and nearly tried to point it out before recalling that she wasn't going to be using it, not yet, not unless she wanted to march up to her apartment looking like this. 

"What was that?" Heather asked.

Lizzie shook her head, blushing, having thought that her thumb would have kept the beginning of her exclamation at the sight of her car quiet. Apparently not quiet enough to escape a Mommy's notice...

She heard a beep, and then, at last, the movement stopped, as Heather opened up the rear, passenger side door of her own car. "It's too bad I don't have a car seat for you," she mused. "Maybe that'll be a good thing... You might be low enough that nobody will notice you back there." She had already slid Lizzie into the back seat and was starting to buckle her in before she paused. "Oh... Sorry. Do you want to ride in the front?"

Lizzie wanted to say yes, since that was where she belonged, as an equal to Heather, not in the back like a kid... But she would be a lot easier to spot up there. "No," she said, slipping her thumb out of her mouth. "Th-This is fine."

"All right," Heather smiled, fastening the seatbelt. "If you're sure."

Lizzie could see out of the window beside her, just barely, enough to see the other patrons filing to their own cars. She wrapped her arms around her chest, but, while she knew she wasn't out of the woods yet, she did feel much safer here. Even her limited view of the outside world was comforting, since it also worked in the other direction, making it harder for anyone outside to peer in and catch a glimpse.

Heather hopped into the front seat, started up the car. "You all right?" she asked, turning around in her seat.

"Yeah," Lizzie told her, feeling surprisingly confident that it was the truth, despite everything. "I'm fine."

"Good," Heather nodded. "It'll just be a few minutes, okay?"

"Okay." At this point, there wasn't much Lizzie could do if that wasn't the case, although she appreciated Heather checking in nonetheless. Lizzie didn't know if Heather's car had child locks or not, but it likely did... And, of course, even if she got out, she'd be wandering around in just a diaper, which she knew wouldn't end well for her.

Would this? She was willingly letting herself be taken somewhere that had a nursery, by someone who she knew wanted to keep her in it, who thought she belonged in these diapers full-time... Heather hadn't given her any real reasons not to trust her, but, after what had happened with the tickling... Once they were there, at her place, would the Amazon's motherly instincts take over again?

"Y-You know," Lizzie said after a moment, "we could stop at a clothes store and get something, and then you wouldn't have to take me all the way there, and all the way back..."

"I don't mind," Heather replied cheerfully.

Lizzie squirmed in her seat. "I-It might be pretty late by the time you finish washing my clothes," she pointed out. 

"That's fine," Heather waved off her concerns. "It'll be nice to be able to sit and chat for a while."

"Y-Yeah, but..." Lizzie struggled to think of another excuse.

"Elizabeth." The car rolled to a stop at a red light, allowing Heather to turn to look at the girl in her back seat again. "Do you not want to come to my apartment?"

"No, I do, I do!" Lizzie insisted. "I just... I-I don't want to be a bother."

"You aren't," Heather promised. "You won't be. Honestly, it would be harder to go to a store... Would you want to go in?" Lizzie blushed, glancing down at herself, shaking her head. "Well, it's hard to tell how long for me to find something and check out, and if somebody saw you sitting out in the car by yourself..."

She didn't have to finish the thought; Lizzie knew she was right. Maybe the person who saw her would be well-intentioned, would want to get her out because they thought her Mommy or Daddy was irresponsible, leaving her out there on her own... Or maybe they'd see a lone, unattended little, one who, from her outfit - such as it was - had been properly regressed, and want her for themselves, or to sell to someone else who was looking to adopt... Being tucked away in the back seat would help her keep from being noticed, but it wasn't a guarantee.

"I know, I know," she admitted. "Sorry, I'm just still anxious from... everything, and I'm thinking out loud..."

"That's fine," Heather smiled gently. "Don't worry, I have it all under control... And don't forget, you can always go back to sucking your thumb."

Lizzie blushed, feeling like, if Heather had brought a pacifier with her, that would have been the point where she would have slid it back into her mouth to quiet her down so she could concentrate on her driving. More than that, though, her memory of sucking her thumb, of how it had made her feel, and the fact that, for a moment, she actually considered taking Heather's advice, as jokey as the woman had meant it, was what had embarrassed her. Maybe she had some instincts of her own she ought to be worried about, too...