Amelia vs. the Bimbo (Patreon)

I grit my teeth, take another sip of my drink, Kelsi's voice grating on my nerves, though not nearly as much as the sound of everyone else humoring her, laughing at her as she natters on. Who do they think they're fooling? We all know the only reason they're even paying attention to her, much less trying to act like she has anything interesting, or amusing, to say is that short skirt she's wearing, the tiny, tight crop top that her giant breasts are practically hanging out of...

Then again, if there's anyone who might be tricked by their transparent desire to gawk at her some more... Well, it would be her, wouldn't it? If it wasn't for her... assets... I can't imagine she'd have survived at work as long as she has, lowly secretary or not. She's such an airheaded bimbo, there are time I wonder how she can remember to get to the bathroom on time.

Am I jealous? I wish I could say no, that I have no desire whatsoever to have the rest of the men from the office drooling over me, but... I may not want that exactly; it would be nice to have any of them look at me twice, though. I've always short, scrawny, needing a little help to have any cleavage at all, which means I need to be careful about how I flaunt it, to not make that obvious. If she wasn't so stupid, I'd feel like an absolute child next to her... As it is, I know that's something I can lord over her, along with my much more important role in the company than her...

But that doesn't stop me from being a bit envious now and then, watching how effortlessly she can get every eye in the room on her, when it's so hard for me, even when I'm the one leading the meeting at work. Here, at a party, away from those power structures, and the power it gives me? I don't stand a chance.

"You really like them?" she giggles vacantly. "I just kept losing my contacts, so I thought, these are bigger, so it'll be harder for me to misplace them, right?"

She has glasses now, too. I'd have assumed they were for show, more than anything, a fashion accessory for her. Supposedly that isn't the case, but I wouldn't put it past her, especially with what she says next.

"I mean, they make me look smarter, too, so there's that."

"Really?" I gripe under my breath. "They're not working, in that case."

"What was that?" I freeze, having barely registered that I was speaking out loud at all, much less that she could have heard me. She has to know it was me... Doesn't she? I'm the only other woman here, the only one whose voice sounded like that... And yet... She's looking around, chewing a finger, confused. "Is there, like, a ghost in here?" she asks. "I thought I heard something..."

Part of me wants to repeat it, to stand up and let her know how I feel... The rest of me knows how pointless that would be, how little it would accomplish, other than making my other co-workers mad at me for bullying her, as if she wouldn't, like a goldfish, forget all about it in five minutes, moving on to whatever other shiny object floated past her.

"Guys, this isn't funny!" she pouts, stomping her foot, chest jiggling. "My family has, like, a history of being sensitive to this kind of thing, and I don't want to get possessed or something!" She quickly cheered herself up, however. "Why don't we go out to the pool? It won't follow us there!" And, of course, everyone agrees, because they know what that means.

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It is, somehow, even worse than I imagined. Everyone was coming to this party, so I didn't feel like I could say no, yet, despite the pool being the main draw, it was what I was dreading the most. I'd hoped Kelsi would distract everyone long enough that I could make my exit before we transitioned out there - and it had been going well on that front - but it was far too early to dip out now.

I didn't bring a swimsuit; there was no way I was going to run around in a bikini in front of my co-workers, whether Kelsi was there or not. She definitely is here... And not leaving anything to the imagination. Her swimsuit - pink, obviously - looks more like a collection of straps than an actual garment, each one in constant threat of slipping out of place. There are tiny, cloth hearts over the really important bits, though I doubt they'd stay still if the bits of cloth holding them there moved.

I can't help but gulp as I look at her, fidgeting in place. I'm not gay, but... Well, sexuality is a spectrum, and it's hard to deny, with it all hanging out the way it is, that, as much as I hate her, she is a very, very attractive woman. 

Did she notice my embarrassment, the tint of my cheeks? It's like she's zeroing in on me, strutting over, ignoring all the guys in their swim trunks, waiting much closer to the pool, if not in it. "Hey, there," she smiles down at me. She doesn't have her glasses on, I realize, hating myself a little for how long it took me to see that. Is that proof that she doesn't need them after all? I'm probably just being unfair... I wouldn't have my glasses on if I was going in the pool, either.

"Where's your suit, Amy?" she asks.

"Amelia," I respond back automatically.

"Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud," Kelsi giggles. "We're not at work!"

"I still prefer Amelia," I say. "And I didn't bring one."

"Huh?" I can hardly stop myself from rolling my eyes; has she actually already forgotten the question she asked me not ten seconds ago? Am I actually surprised? "Oh, right," she bats her eyes. "That's too bad! I'd offer to let you borrow one of mine, but..." She looks me up and down, not needing to finish the sentence. "You know what, though? My little cousin was here not that long ago, and I think she left her one-piece... I bet you could borrow that."

That would, almost, be worse than draping one of her bikinis over my smaller body, walking around practically naked... I don't know how old her cousin is, how childish the suit would be, but I'd much rather be next to Kelsi while she was in her own bikini wearing my own clothes than a one-piece swimsuit. That would invite far too many comparisons. "I'm good," I tell her.

"Aww, come on!" she says. "I thought we could have some girl time, get to know each other a little better!"

I do feel bad, slightly. She probably wants to talk to someone who doesn't just stare at her like a piece of meat the whole time, even if I had done a bit of that a moment ago, too. What could there possibly be to get to know about her, though?

"Well, actually, I can't swim anyway," I confess. It's mostly true... I took a few lessons as a kid, but it's been so long I don't remember any of them.

"That's okay! We can still talk! Come sit by the edge of the pool with me!"

I glance over at the guys, sigh. "Okay," I give in. "I guess that won't be so bad..."

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"Trivia?" Kelsi asks, sipping at her drink. "You really like that?"

I nod, not sure why I thought she'd understand. Or was I trying to impress her, to flex that I was into smart stuff like that, instead of whatever vacuous nonsense she did to pass her time. "It's pretty fun. You can win some decent prizes sometimes, too, and..."

"Oh, prizes?" she perks up. "What kind of prizes?"

"Usually gift cards, stuff like that," I shrug. "Whatever they want. I play at pubs, generally, so it's what they..."

"Whatever they want?" she interrupts. "I like the sound of that... I bet they have games like that online, too."

"Sure?" I reply, not knowing where she's going. "I guess?"

"Maybe we should try it," she suggests. "That could be fun for after we get out of the pool, right? You can show me how it's done!"

"Well, you just answer questions," I tell her. "There's not a lot to..."

"We can make it interesting," she offers. "The prize can be anything we want... Like, I dunno... How about the winner gets to decide what the loser wears for the rest of the party?"

That is intriguing, if only to help level the playing field a bit, making her put on whatever the most conservative outfit she has in her closet is, assuming she has anything that fits that description. Then again... "That only works for you, though," I point out. "Your clothes are here, mine aren't."

"I bet I have a few things that would work," she chirps. "I'm not going to win anyway!"

That's true; there's no way she's going to beat me at trivia, of all things. I'll be surprised if she gets a single answer correct. "Okay," I say. "You're on."

She steps out of the pool, water glistening on her bare skin. "Come on," she wiggles her finger, beckoning me on. "Let's get this started. Oh, boys! Amy and I are going to play a little game, if you want to watch!"

I probably don't want to know what they're expecting, what dirty images they're conjuring up in their minds as they emerge from the pool, following us in to crowd around Kelsi's computer. "You play in pubs, mostly," she reminds me, "so you don't really know a lot about the online ones, I imagine. I'll just look for one."

I should know I'm being hustled by how quickly the address bar auto-fills her search, but I don't let that bother me. There's no way I can lose this, not to her... "Oh, look at this," she giggles. "It'll show the questions on here, and we can answer on our phones. I know I have mine around here somewhere."

She's ready much faster than me, almost like she doesn't have to download the app first. I scan the QR code for the game, and the first question pops up, both of us reading it, selecting our responses. It doesn't tell us our score right away, which is always nerve-wracking, but, again, I can't get too worried about it, considering who my opponent is.

It isn't my best round ever; it doesn't have to be. There are a couple I wasn't certain about, but I'm a decent guesser. I grin as the website plays an ad, while it tallies up my scores, already seeing the scene when we come downstairs in my head, fantasizing about how rapidly the men's interest in her will fade if she's actually covered up for once.

And then... The scores show up. I missed one, which isn't bad.

Kelsi missed none. "Must be beginner's luck," she smirks, as our audience bursts into applause. "Good job, Amy! But not good enough!"

"A-Are you sure?" I squint at the monitor in disbelief. "M-Maybe it glitched, or...?"

"Don't be a sore loser, Amy," Kelsi takes me by the hand. "Let's go get my prize..."

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"Kelsi!" I gasp, eyes widening. "That's a diaper!"

"Of course it is, silly," she giggles, giving it another wiggle. "Do you think I don't know that?"

My eyes dart to the door, wondering if my shorter legs can beat her to it, get me out of here. "B-But... It's a diaper!" I repeat myself, still unable to process what I'm seeing, what it means. Why does she even have that thing?! Why is it clearly big enough for an adult like me, however small I may be?!

"You're just so cute and little," she says condescendingly, bending over to boop me on my nose. "I have to confess, Amy, I've always wondered what you'd look like in one of these... And now, I'm going to get my chance to find out!"

"No!" I shake my head, sniffling. 

"Yes," she counters sternly. "You lost fair and square, young lady."

"No!" I huff. "You cheated! I-I don't know how, but..."

"Do you want to go back downstairs so I can kick your ass again?" she asks smugly. "I'm happy to do that. Or you can take those pants off, and I can tape you into this," she taps the diaper, producing a crinkle that sends a chill down my spine. "If you want a rematch, though, this diaper is coming with us, and I'm going to change you right there, in front of everyone."

A tiny squeak of fear escapes my throat, along with something else from further south. My hand shoots to my crotch before I can stop it, and, from the smile on Kelsi's face, it's hard to imagine she doesn't know what that means, that she hasn't realized the fear of that imagery she'd put into my head, of being stripped and diapered with my co-workers, many of them whom I outranked, watching, made my bladder twitch, a spurt of warm pee squirting out, soaking into my panties.

"See?" she purrs. "You need someone bigger and stronger to look after you, don't you, sweetie?"

"No, I don't!" I shake my head, furious. I can't deny she's bigger, and, by virtue of that, she's probably stronger, too, but I definitely don't need her for anything! She's a useless, brainless bimbo!

A useless, brainless bimbo who had beaten me at trivia, the thing I'd bragged to her about being so good at, in front of everyone... After that, they were going to think I was even dumber than her! And if they saw me in a diaper, too, after that defeat... My whole body feels like it's on fire, imagining that indignity.

"Kelsi, please!" I beg, falling onto my knees. "Please, don't do this..."

"But this is my prize," she reminds me. "I earned it. Although..."

"Yes?" I sit up, waiting, ready to go with anything else she might suggest.

"I still want to see you in diapers," she says. "I can wait, if it's that big a deal... Next time I ask, however, you can't tell me no."

"Okay!" I nod, almost collapsing in relief. "Okay, whatever you say, Kelsi! Thank you so much!"

Kelsi grins, in a way that might make me nervous in someone else, someone more clever. "You are so welcome."

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Mortifying as all that was, I'd nearly managed to forget about it, other than some extra discomfort whenever I saw Kelsi at the office. She didn't show any signs of following through on her threat, and I wasn't about to remind her. Maybe she'd forgotten all about it... She had been drinking; perhaps she'd killed off the few brain cells that were storing those memories.

"So," she asked me one day, "when's your next date with that cutie?"

I should have known better than to let Darren pick me up from work once. It was far from the first time she'd asked about him... It was nice, though, to have one thing, at least, that she was jealous of. "Tomorrow, actually," I'd told her without thinking.

It was a stupid mistake, I could see that now. Even then, I'd felt a pang of regret as the words came out of my mouth, but not enough to worry too much, when she simply said, "Have fun!" in response, making me assume I was being paranoid.

Until today, that is. Until I hurried to answer my doorbell, confused that Darren was showing up so early, and found Kelsi standing there, large, pink bag slung over her shoulder, wearing a very low-cut yellow dress. "Hi, Amy," she beams, bending over, practically shoving her overflowing cleavage into my face. "Guess what? It's time to pay up!"

"Kelsi!" I squeal. "Not now!"

I try to slam the door in her face, but she's too fast, catching it, easily holding it open, then giving it a shove, making me lose my grip. I stumble backwards, shaking my head, as she advances, inviting herself in, shutting the door behind her and perching on my couch, setting her bag down beside her.

"There's no reason to be upset," she tells me. "I picked out the most darling outfit for you... Let's see..." She pulls out a pink, frilly dress, covered in lace and ruffles, like something meant for a three year old, at best. "Isn't this cute? Much better than that boring suit you're wearing..."

"No!" I whine, stomping my foot.

"Don't be fussy," she orders. "I got you these to go with it..." A pair of thick, white tights, with even more ruffles. "And I always worry about you, running around in those heels... These are much safer..." A pair of flat, pink Mary Janes. "And speaking of safe... What could keep your little panties cuter than this?"

And there it was, the thing I'd been dreading the most... The diaper. Was it different than last time? Had she found yet another one? I think so... I don't remember unicorns frolicking across the other, or the rainbows and butterflies, making it that much more childish, that much girlier... I could have sworn it was thicker, too...

"Kelsi, please," I sniff, gasping as she pulls me closer to her, starting to unbutton my pants. It doesn't matter. In no time, she has me laid out on a changing mat, in the middle of my own living room floor, sliding the diaper beneath me. "Oh!" I nibble my lip. "I-It's so big and bulky..."

"The better to keep you dry, my dear," she winks, watching me wiggle my bottom, listening to the crinkling it makes, so distracted that the sudden invasiveness of her finger sliding into my bottom takes me by surprise. "H-Hey!"

"Sorry," she smiles. "Just getting you all cleaned up..."

It feels even worse, tugged up between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, held snugly in place by the tight tapes, cradled to my crotch by the tights. "You don't need this," she smirks, tossing aside my padded bra. "That won't be nearly enough to convince anyone you're a big girl now."

She was right. I sniffle, staring down at myself, at the frilly nightmare I'd wound up in. It would have been bad enough on its own, but the diaper was the crowning achievement, peeking out from the dress's short skirt, keeping the ruffles on the back of my tights sticking out straight. Any hint of my adulthood that could have survived the rest of the outfit was leeched away by it, ensuring there was no way anyone would see me as anything other than a slightly overgrown toddler.

And, to make it all the worse, I feel the padding warm at the sound of my doorbell. "That's Darren!" I whisper. "P-Please, you can't let him..."

But she opens the door anyway, letting him see the both of us. Of course there's no competition, even without the story she weaves about how I'd been too shy to tell him the truth about my desires, and had wanted her to help, the story I was too flustered to be able to believably deny. And that was before the three of us went out to dinner, and my tummy began to feel funny...

There was too much else to worry about; that slip of Kelsi's finger was long forgotten. The pressure was building fast, too fast, making me squirm frantically in my seat, not wanting to leave the two of them alone... Finally, I realized I didn't have a choice. I hopped down out of my chair, ready to make a dash for the restroom. Instead, my knees bed, my face turns red, my body starts to push...

Oh, my God! "St-Stop," I gasp to myself, feeling the seat of my diaper expanding, feeling a soft, warm mush flowing out, showing no sign of slowing. It was too late... I'm pooping my pants!

"That's right," Kelsi shakes her head. "Stop making such a scene, Amy. Sit down."

"B-But..." I whimper, one glare enough to shut me up, make me comply, wrinkling my nose as my backside sinks into the still-growing load in my pants, making the situation feel all the more real, and horrifying. I glance at Darren, wanting to tell him it isn't true, yet I can see his nose twitch, know there's no way of hiding it now... I grunt softly, helpless, a second wave starting, the mucky mass spreading through more of my diaper. I'm not just having a little accident... I am thoroughly filling my pants, and there isn't a thing I can do about it!

By the time it's done, it's hard to care too much when my bladder lets go, too, making the mess all the squishier. I see Kelsi lean over, whisper something to Darren, but, given the state of my diaper, it's simpler to assume that, as a baby, it doesn't concern me, rather than to get upset at being excluded.

"Come on, dear," Kelsi holds out her hand. "We're going to call it a night, so we can get you a new diaper in private."

That's good, I think. This place is probably too nice to have changing tables in the bathrooms, and even if they do, the last thing I'd want is to be seen on one of them, getting my stinky bottom wiped by this bimbo... Maybe she wasn't so bad after all...

We don't go back to my house, however... Darren drives us to Kelsi's place instead. "I'll get her taken care of, and be right back out!" she promises, holding up a fresh diaper from the diaper bag at her side, leading me into the guest room. 

"Lie down," she orders, and I'm happy to comply, more than ready to get out of this diaper, even if it means going into another. She sets it down on top of the dresser, opens that up, and starts to strip, paying no mind to the fact that I'm in the room, too, getting completely naked while I lay on the bed, blushing, squirming uncomfortably, watching her put on some very sexy, very skimpy, lingerie.

"Here we go," she says when she's done, picking the diaper back up, carrying it over to the bed. She opens it up, slides it under me, as I cringe silently, bracing for the moment she rips open my old diaper, sees exactly what I've done to it.

"I don't want you to worry," she tells me, pulling the front of the diaper up between my legs. "I'm going to take very good care of Darren for you."

"Wh-What?!" I pout, staring up at her in disbelief. "B-But... Y-You didn't..."

"I said I was going to get you a new diaper," she grins. "And I am, because I don't want you leaking everywhere... I have a feeling Darren and I are going to have a lot to... talk about... so it might be a while before I get back to clean you up. I'll try to keep it down, since we're right next door, but... No promises."

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It's a little scary, how quickly I got used to it, almost as if this was my destiny all along, like there was some part of me that knew this was where I belonged. Of course, it also didn't hurt that Kelsi didn't give me much of a choice.

"Go home?" she'd laughed when I asked her for my car keys after that first, sleepless night, tossing and turning in my full, double diaper while I listened to her and my former boyfriend moaning the next room over. "I don't think so, sweetie... You're staying right here with Mommy." 

"B-But... I have work!" I'd whined.

"Don't you worry," she'd told me. "I used your phone to send in your letter of resignation, telling them the same thing I told Darren... And now that your position at the company is open, I'm going to see if I can move on up."

"No, you can't!" I'd insisted, furious. "You're too...!"

"Too what, baby girl?" she'd raised an eyebrow. "You don't honestly still think you're smarter than me, do you? Look at what I've done to you!" I'd complied, reluctantly, tilting my head down, getting a good look at the pair of diapers under my ruffled plastic pants, the oversized bib, the mittens and booties, all matching the bonnet tied around my head.

"K-Kelsi," I'd sniffed, terrified.

"No," she'd snapped. "It's Mommy from now on, little lady, and if I hear you call me anything else, you're going to have a little date with Mr. Hairbrush!"

It happened again, that trickle of urine, that signal that, from the start, I'd never been quite as grown-up as I'd liked to think. It didn't stop there, however, as I tried in vain to press my thighs together, the double diaper proving too bulky to allow that, letting the flow continue as I sat there, pouting up at my new Mommy, reality slowly starting to sink in.

It's difficult to keep track of time exactly when I don't even have a clock in my nursery, much less a calendar. I don't think it's been more than a month since that first party, though, if that. And here I am, sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by the people I'd used to work with, celebrating Mommy's promotion.

I'm sure she chose the same outfit she wore to that party on purpose, to rub my defeat in all the more. She definitely did that with mine, putting me into a similar pink crop top to hers, nice and tight to emphasize just how flat I was in comparison to her, with one of my extra-thick nighttime diapers underneath, nothing else to help me hide it, to keep my former co-workers from getting a perfect view of it, and me.

"It is hard work," she says. "I mean, doing her old job, and taking care of her? I don't know how I do it some days! But it's totally worth it... Like, I was so honored she chose me to tell the truth to... And she's so cute!" She bends down, practically shoving her chest in my face as she pinches my cheeks. I hate myself a little for the way my mouth waters, moves towards her nipple.... She's been breastfeeding me lately, and she's threatened to put on a little show, tell everyone that was what I wanted, if I got fussy for any reason... Even so, I can't help myself.

"You wouldn't believe how adorable it is when she goes poopy!" she giggles. "Actually... Go on, sweetie, show them!"

So this is her plan... She knows that will make me grumpy - and be thoroughly mortifying, of course - so she's going to make me do this, then use it as an excuse to get her boobs out, let everyone see them, and me hungrily sucking on them, like the baby she's turned me into...

"I-I don't know how," I mumble into my pacifier, my only defense. If I want to get out of this, I have to play dumb, even dumber than the bimbo who did this to me...

"Don't be silly!" she says. "You just bend your little knees like this, and give a push, and it's done! Even you can do that!"

"B-But Mommy," I sniffle. One look is all it takes to make me start to obey, to remind me of my new place, of how far below this woman I'd looked down on for so long I was now. I didn't stand a chance against her... In all honesty, I think, feeling my diaper start to balloon outwards, hearing the snickers of my co-workers, I never did...