Compromise - Chapter 16 (Patreon)

'Are you ready for tomorrow?' Heather's text asked.

Lizzie considered replying and playing dumb, asking what the Amazon meant, but, at this point, that seemed extra silly. They both knew exactly what Tuesday was... Tuesday was trainer day, as was Saturday, after last weekend, when they'd spent too long hanging out in Heather's apartment and drinking, and Lizzie hadn't quite made it to the bathroom.

Just like with what had happened with her ducky panties, it had been the tiniest accident, but the underwear were meant to ensure there was no hiding from those, no getting around them... As Lizzie had sat on the toilet, legs swinging, looking down at the white cloth dangling between them, she'd known there was no point in trying to pretend. If she didn't notice tonight, she would when Lizzie did her laundry next, or as soon as Lizzie sent her the first panty check photo next Saturday.

Besides, if she was being honest, she did want to experience it in person, if only because she knew that Heather would love it. She was tipsy enough to give half a thought to pulling them back up, trickling a little more into them, but as it was now, she was relatively certain her pants would be safe, and if she went any more, that became more doubtful.

"Mommy?" she'd poked her head back into the living room, nibbling her bottom lip, using the title she'd been trying to get more used to, liking the twinkle she saw in Heather's eye whenever she did, but generally only resorted to when she was particularly flustered.

"What's wrong, kitten?" Heather had asked, sitting up a bit straighter. "Are you okay?"

She'd nodded, taking a few tiny steps into the room, half-expecting the woman to be able to tell right away, without her having to say anything further. "I, um... I think you should... check me," she'd mumbled when that didn't happen.

Heather's head had tilted, ever so slightly, then a smile had crossed her face as she put it all together. "Oh, Lizzie," she'd shaken her head, as if she were disappointed, as if this weren't exactly what she wanted, the game bringing a hint of a smile to Lizzie's face, too, despite her embarrassment. "Come here, then."

"Yes, Mommy." Lizzie had crept forward, her heart thumping, though she couldn't say why. She knew exactly what was going to happen, so there was no surprise to it... At the same time, the last time she'd lost a pair of her day of the week panties, it had been over the phone, so it wasn't quite the same thing. She'd been the one who had decided to confess, however... She had nobody to blame for this but herself.

She let out a yelp when Heather reached out, grabbing her by one of the belt loops on her pants, pulling her closer, once she was in range. "Come on, slowpoke," Heather had teased her. "We don't have all day... Especially if I'm about to see what I think I will. You know this is a puddle-free apartment, young lady."

Lizzie had turned bright red, squirming in place, wanting to cross her arms and stomp her feet, to put on a show of how that would never happen, that it was a super small accident, one that hadn't soaked all the way through her undies, much less came close to making any puddles... But Heather hadn't even seen that yet, and she didn't want to spoil the surprise.

She'd fumbled with the button on her jeans, something she'd been able to get off and on by herself countless times, whether she'd been drinking or not. She'd been able to do it moments earlier, when she went to the bathroom on her own... This time, on the other hand, her fingers had felt stiff and clumsy, refusing to do as she told them, leaving her standing there like a helpless child.

"Poor thing," Heather had clucked her tongue, gently brushing Lizzie's useless appendages out of the way. "No wonder you didn't make it in time..."

Lizzie had swallowed, face growing hotter and hotter. "Y-You don't know that," she'd protested. 

"Did you just want me to check you because you were proud you made it to the potty?" Heather had smiled. "That's okay, too, of course... But I don't think that's it, do you?"

Already, she had the button undone, yanking the zipped down, although she paused, hands around the waistband, holding them up, waiting for an answer before the reveal, not wanting to let Lizzie off too easy. Lizzie fidgeted, cheeks burning... But, if she was being honest, she didn't really mind that much. "No, Mommy," she'd squeaked. "That's not it."

Finally, Heather had whisked the pants down, exposing Lizzie's underwear, with their purple ribbon, the sleepy looking cartoon moon on the front, the word Saturday stitched into them... And a fresh, yellow stain, so obvious against the pure white of the cotton. "Uh-oh!" Heather had chimed. "Aww, it's okay, kitten... Mommy isn't mad. But... You didn't bring any trainers with you, did you?"

Lizzie had to shake her head; she hadn't so much as considered doing that. "I-It's kinda close to midnight," she'd pointed out. "So, it's almost Sunday..."

"Almost," Heather had conceded. "Not quite, though, is it?" Lizzie had shaken her head. "Besides, if you had one accident tonight, you could very well have another, and then you'd have ruined two days' panties in a single night! Is that what you want? To have to wear training panties all weekend, every weekend, because it was 'almost Sunday?'"

"N-No, Mommy," Lizzie had shaken her head again, already pretty certain she knew what the solution would be.

"I didn't think so," Heather had taken her by the hand, leading her out of the living room, pants slipping slowly down the smaller woman's legs as she walked beside her. "I think we'll have to go with something else, then, don't you?"

Lizzie had known she could stop it there, that she probably would have been safe going into her Sunday panties an hour early, that Heather wouldn't fight her that hard, or force her to do anything she didn't want to... As soon as she was led into the nursery, however, she also knew that she wasn't going to do that.

She had definitely thought a lot about this room, since her last visit there, after the incident at the theater. Every time she was at Heather's apartment, doing laundry or hanging out, she'd catch herself staring at the closed door, blushing when she finally tore her gaze away, whether it was because Heather had caught her, or she'd snapped herself out of it. It was still simple, not fully furnished, and she knew that, as a little, it was something she should be trying to avoid... But there was something cozy about it, at least when Heather was there with her.

And that was only amplified when the door opened, and she saw what was sitting, waiting, on top of the changing table, spread wide, inviting her bottom to rest on it, to be enveloped in it, right where Heather had left it before the day of the week panties had been delivered. 

"I guess you'll get your kittens after all," Heather had jiggled Lizzie's hand, chuckling as the smaller woman's face turned as pink as the plastic of the diaper she was about to be put into. 

Lizzie had almost forgotten that was where the nickname had come from; so many other things had happened around that, that one detail had nearly completely slipped her mind, until she saw the diaper again. She could see the bulky, white padding inside, the pink of the plastic outer shell... The kittens themselves were hidden, facing the top of the changing table... But that wouldn't be the case for long.

"Th-This is just for tonight, right?" she'd asked when Heather lifted her up, setting her down on the waiting diaper, her bottom wiggling, listening to the crinkle, reminding her even more of their escape from the theater. "A-And then I can go back to panties in the morning?"

"It's for as long as you want," Heather had assured her, kissing her on the forehead.

But Lizzie had just gone to the bathroom before all that, and they retired to Heather's bedroom not long afterwards, Lizzie giggling softly as she snuggled up against the Amazon, and felt her huge hand softly patting her padded seat. When Heather asked her the next morning if she wanted to take a shower, Lizzie had answered yes, without thinking, and Heather had helped her out of the diaper, still dry.

She did feel guilty, choosing to go back to her panties after that, knowing she'd wasted one of Heather's diapers, not even bothering to use it. She had things she needed to get done that day, however, and she didn't have time to get back into a diaper, then get cleaned up after her 'accident'... Heather didn't appear to mind, at least, though it still niggled at the back of Lizzie's head, telling her how ungrateful she was.

And that was when she'd made the decision. Or, rather, when she'd finalized it... She'd been considering it before, but this had settled it for her, been the last straw to push her to go through with it.

The training pants Heather had helped her buy were discrete, yes, but that was about all that could be said to their credit... She didn't often try to use them, of course, though that was in large part because she knew they wouldn't hold much, and she didn't want to deal with any leaks. They weren't particularly comfortable, either, not compared to her normal undies, or the childish, cotton day of the week panties, or, if she was being totally honest, the few diapers she had experience with now.

It wasn't that she intended to walk around peeing herself all day on Tuesdays - or Saturdays, now - but... Well, if she was wearing them in the first place, it wouldn't hurt to use them as they were meant to be used now and then. If nothing else, it would get her more used to the action, so that, when she was with Heather, she wouldn't be so self-conscious about using diapers... She didn't want to keep wearing them and nothing else, tearing through Heather's collection and completely squandering them...

Besides, they weren't even that cute. They made her feel like a baby only because she knew what they were, what their intended purpose was... Visually, they obviously weren't normal underwear, but, at the briefest glance, they might be able to pass as them. She'd definitely keep what remained in the pack, for if she had to go do anything on days when she'd lost her panty privileges; for times when she could stay at home, or was only going to be doing things with Heather, however... Well, it felt right that she get something a bit more appropriate.

'I am ready,' she replied to Heather's text with a sly smile. If only Heather knew how prepared she was... But that would ruin the surprise.

She'd gone out shopping that day, when she knew Heather was at a meeting, and wouldn't be able to text her for any surprise inspections. She could have explained it away anyhow, since Heather wasn't so strict that she wouldn't make exceptions if Lizzie told her she wasn't able to send her a pic right away because she was working, or at the store, or whatever... She didn't want to have to make up a story about what she was shopping for, however, and she definitely didn't want to lie to Heather, tell her she was doing something else...

She didn't go to the same store where they'd gotten the other trainers - she'd avoided it as much as possible since then - but the one she went to had the same ones up on the top shelf, too, well out of her reach. That was okay, though... Those were the last things she wanted to bother with today. In fact, she breezed right past that section, trying not to be seen lingering there at all, even for the split second it had taken her to spot the package, sitting seemingly so much higher than the rest.

There wasn't anything there that interested her, anyway... There were others that claimed to look like real panties, although they all did an even worse job than the discrete ones. Some didn't try, but were decorated with Naomi and Oliver, two characters that, for some reason, had always given Lizzie the creeps. There was something about them that felt off to her... Just the commercials were enough to make her slightly queasy.

She wasn't looking for anything designed for littles; she went straight to the section of training pants meant for actual toddlers. She was petite enough she might have been able to squeeze into most of the bigger sizes, but she could almost guarantee that the ones for Amazon children would work. She definitely fell within the weight range for them, if nothing else, and she knew she'd seen some of them that were very close to her size... And quite possibly bigger than her.

Just as she'd assumed, these were completely different from the trainers she had at home... They still made a token attempt at looking like big girl undies, with printed lace around the waist and legbands, but, while there was a chance, however slim, that the discrete ones could be mistaken for the real thing, if seen for a short enough time, and from long enough away, there was no way these would fool anyone. They were for very young children, ones who didn't know how far off the facsimile was from what they were trying to be.

And now, they were going to be for her. She squirmed, second guessing herself... Heather wasn't making her do this, hadn't so much as suggested it. She had made this decision all on her own, and if she backed out, she'd be the only one who knew... But all that did was make her feel even more silly, more childish, standing there, staring at the package, imagining herself in the position of the little girl modeling on the front... Except, she was going to be wearing these things to get used to going to the bathroom in her pants, not making it to the potty on time, as the model appeared to be so proud of having done as she stood in front of one, hands on her hips, beaming...

"What am I doing?" she'd whispered to herself, a shiver running down her spine. The answer, of course, was one she didn't dare say out loud, not in public. She didn't see anybody around to overhear, but that wasn't a risk she was going to take anyway... And she didn't have time in the first place. Her goal had been to get in, grab the goods, and get out as quickly as possible, not lingering any longer than she had to, not giving any workers the time to spot her, ask her if she needed help, start making her nervous, and self-conscious... If that happened, she might chicken out and run away, or she might try, and they'd assume that she was shopping for herself, and decide to 'help'...

Then again, she was shopping for herself, and, as fast as her heart was beating in her chest, it did feel like she needed help going through with this... But not the kind she was likely to get from the 'tweener she'd seen working the check out counter here.

She snatched the package up, forcing herself not to attempt to hide it as she marched back through the store, knowing that would only make her look more conspicuous. She'd seen a self checkout lane on her way in, had prayed that there would be a line at the regular counter, to give her a reason to use it, but, from what she could tell, there was nobody here except her and the girl waiting behind the register.

Should she use the self checkout anyway? She was half convinced the cameras they always had running on those were trained to recognize littles, to cause some kind of an error to pop up and require a worker to come over to fix it anyway if it saw them there on their own... Maybe it was paranoia, or bad luck, though it seemed to happen every time she tried to use them. If the 'tweener hadn't spotted the trainers already, she definitely would if she had to walk over to the other lane, and the fact that Lizzie had apparently been trying to hide them by checking herself out, rather than using her regular, open register, might be enough to make her suspicious of Lizzie's motives.

"Hi," Lizzie had forced a smile, setting the package down in front of the girl, immediately wiping her hands on the sides of her jeans, hoping the worker hadn't seen how sweaty they were.

"Hello," the girl had smirked, turning the package around, inspecting it. "Are you a big fan?"

Lizzie's forehead had wrinkled, her lips pursing for a moment. "Of...?" she'd asked, weight shifting, not wanting to act offended, to jump to the assumption that the girl thought she wore those things regularly... Even if that was exactly what she planned to do from now on.

"Princess Angelica, silly," the 'tweener spun the pack back so Lizzie could see the logo on the front. She'd noticed the cartoon character on the trainers, of course, the blonde girl in a few different poses, above the stars that rained down the crotch of the garment, ready to fade with any accidents, but she hadn't recognized her, really. She was slightly familiar, though just enough to make her think she'd seen some commercials for the show she was from, or spotted her on some shirts in the toddler section of at a clothes store once.

"Oh, right," Lizzie had chuckled anxiously. "I-I mean, I'm not, but the girl I'm sitting for is."

The girl's eyebrow raised at that, Lizzie immediately second guessing her strategy. "You're babysitting for someone that fits into these?" she'd asked, examining the pack once more. "You sure you have the right size?"

Lizzie wanted to be offended, to tell her that she was capable of reading sizes... She was in a precarious position, however, and getting indignant could easily end with her being bent over this counter for a spanking, and a taste of what these training pants felt like a day early. "I-I think so," she'd mumbled, thinking fast, pulling out her phone. "Yeah, that's what I wrote down... I-I'm not babysitting her on my own, of course... I guess I'm kind of the assistant..."

"Ahhh," the girl had nodded with a knowing look in her eyes. There were plenty of littles who were more than mature enough to babysit, but more often than not, parents of 'tweeners and Amazons didn't trust them on their own, making them work with a bigger, more experienced sitter for the first time or two... And, usually, the arrangement ended up, ultimately, with the little being babysat right alongside their intended charge. If it was going to get her out of the store without incident, Lizzie was happy to let this worker think that was what was going to happen to her. "I see."

"I think I'm doing pretty well, though!" Lizzie had told her, playing up her new backstory. "I bet next time, I'll be able to do it on my own!"

The girl had done a decent job of hiding her smirk, but Lizzie still saw a hint of it. "I'm sure you will," she'd said, putting the trainers into a bag. "Good luck with that!"

Lizzie had been thinking about the trainers ever since, curious about what they would feel like, if they would be better than the kind she already had after all... She didn't want to say she was eager to try them out, though, to be honest, that might be the best way to describe it. She knew she couldn't, however, not when Heather could ask for a picture at any time.

'Good girl,' Heather texted back. 'Are you ready to go to bed?'

It was a few minutes before their usual goodnight text, the signal that it was her bedtime. She'd been doing her best to stick to that, although sometimes she cheated if she really wasn't tired yet... If Heather asked, she'd always confess to it, and get a disappointed shake of the head, perhaps a playful swat on the bottom if they were alone, but nothing more.

Today, however... Today, she was more than ready. 'Yes, Mommy. Goodnight!'

'Goodnight, kitten,' Heather replied. 'Don't let the bedbugs bite!'

They'd have to have some pretty strong jaws if they tried. Lizzie grinned as she finally ripped open the package of Pull-Ups, the scent that emerged from the package taking her by surprise, making her feel so tiny, so perfect for them... Just a few days ago, she'd agreed not to put on her panties for the next day, because it wasn't time yet, but now here she was, voluntarily slipping out of Monday's undies and pulling out one of the pairs of training pants, hours before it would officially be Tuesday, the day when she actually had to wear them...

What was wrong with her?! She shouldn't be excited about this, shouldn't be so intrigued by what these would be like that she'd willingly go to bed in them when she didn't have to... Her cheeks warmed as she pulled them up her legs, hearing them rustle softly, feeling them bulge between her thighs. They were nowhere near as bulky as any of the diapers she'd worn, but the difference between them and her other trainers was like night and day. They were so much bigger... Yet, also, so much softer, so much more comfortable...

Okay, she thought to herself, wiggling her bottom, looking down at herself. She'd tried them. Her curiosity was sated... She could take them off now, put them back on in the morning...

But she didn't do that. Instead, she tugged her sleep shorts up over the trainers, blushing at the bulge they made, at how much smaller and younger she looked, and felt, like this, her embarrassment at what she was doing more than matched by her excitement, knowing how happy Heather would be tomorrow when she asked for the first photo of the day...