The Valentine's Plan (Patreon)

This was going to do it... No, scratch that. This HAD to do it.

Nothing else had worked, after all. Caprice had wracked her brain, coming up with everything she could to throw at the problem, and, one by one, it had all been shot down. Honestly, even that was making it sound more dramatic than it was... It had all been swatted lazily aside, or ignored totally, with the same result either way.

It didn't help that she didn't know what had happened in the first place. One day, everything had been fine, and the next, she'd woken up in a diaper and a onesie, her fiance, Cooper, shoving a bottle of warm milk into her mouth before handing her off to their neighbor, Mrs. Foster, to take care of for the day, both of them treating her, and talking to her, like she was nothing more than a toddler.

It was certainly bad enough from Cooper, after all the time they'd been together, being reduced from his partner to, seemingly, a child in his eyes, someone he cooed over and fed and changed, but showed no sign of attraction to; Mrs. Foster had been a whole other story. Their relationship already had been strained, to put it lightly. The woman was a busybody, a snoop, constantly complaining that they were being too loud, or that they'd put decorations an inch or two onto her yard...

Was it any surprise that Caprice had decided she needed a few pranks now and then? Two could play at that game, and all she'd had to do was wait and watch until she saw the woman's SUV pull out of the garage for some grocery shopping, and then go over to her yard with some eggs, or some toilet paper. Mrs. Foster blamed them, of course, but Caprice always asked her if she had any proof, which she didn't, other than the fact that these things coincidentally always happened when she was away.

And now she was in complete control of Caprice for most of the day. Caprice still remembered that first day, being led by the hand from Cooper's house to Mrs. Foster's, toddling across the sidewalk, diaper crinkling, cheeks blazing. Caprice had tried to squirm away, to break free of the woman's grip, but she'd always been pretty small, and weak, and Mrs. Foster was neither, her grip remaining firm.

"No, sweetie, you can't run off on your own," she'd lectured. "We're much too close to the road."

"Just let me go back home!" Caprice had begged. "Please! E-Everyone can see me!"

"Aww, poor thing," Mrs. Foster had cooed, pausing, halting their progress temporarily, leaving Caprice whimpering and fidgeting as she stood there on the sidewalk anxiously. "Do you miss your Daddy? Is that why you're crying so much? I know what will make you feel better."

"To be taken back home!" Caprice had told her; instead, she'd had a pacifier shoved into her mouth, and their trek had continued as if the woman hadn't heard a word of what the girl had said.

The whole day had gone like that, with Caprice pleading with Mrs. Foster to let her watch something on the TV other than the dumb cartoons she'd put on, to give her something other than mushy, gross baby food for lunch - and to let her feed herself - and, most importantly, to open the locked bathroom door before she had an accident in her diaper. Every time, Mrs. Foster had responded as if she were spouting baby babble.

Until the last one, that was, which had made Caprice desperate enough to make a break for the front door, ready to race back to her own house, her own toilet... That had ended with her over Mrs. Foster's lap, the woman quite happy to spank her silly for trying to get away, then put her in the corner until she no longer needed the bathroom, until she'd had no choice but to appease the growing pressure in her tummy and squat down to fill her pants.

Cooper hadn't given her any sympathy... In fact, he also showed no signs of being able to understand her when she'd whined about it to him that night. By then, she'd already been fed up with being treated like a baby and had stomped off to their bedroom to prove to him that she was an adult by showing him all of her sexy lingerie, her grown-up outfits...

Except, they were all gone. Her dresser itself had vanished, and his clothes were spread across the entire length of the closet. "What did you do with my stuff?!" she'd demanded, aghast.

"Somebody's still feisty," he'd chuckled. "I would have thought the spanking Mrs. Foster gave you would have calmed you down a little... Now, come on, you know you aren't supposed to be in Daddy's bedroom."

What was he talking about?! This wasn't his bedroom - though, to be fair, it had been before she'd moved in - it was theirs! But when he led her away to the guest room, she found a full nursery waiting for her, everything sized to fit her perfectly. Ever since, she'd been trying everything to make either of them see that they were wrong, that she wasn't a toddler... And it wasn't working.

They both kept her constantly stocked with bottles and sippy cups filled with milk and juice, ensuring her bladder was full most of the time, ready to dribble into her waiting diaper at the slightest provocation. There was never any discussion of her even getting to start potty training, much less being allowed into the bathroom anytime besides for her nightly trip to the bathtub, no matter how loudly she asked for it, or attempted to indicate to them that she had to go.

She wished that was the worst of it... Her diet of baby food was making it harder and harder for her to control her messes, too, making them so soft and sudden that she'd had more than one genuine accidents, more than one time when she'd been sitting on the floor, playing with her dolls, sucking on her paci, and shifted her weight, only to realize she'd pooped her pants without noticing.

There had to be a way to stop this, to make them see that they were mistaken... And Valentine's Day seemed like the perfect opportunity. Cooper had to remember how he'd spent the last couple Valentine's, that he'd had a girlfriend, and then a fiance, during them... Especially if she jogged his memory.

Her own lingerie was long gone, and Mrs. Foster's was too frumpy to even be given that name - not to mention too big for her - which meant she needed to find somewhere to get something new. Going to the store was out of the question... There was no way for her to get there. Both Cooper and Mrs. Foster did their shopping while the other had her. Not that it mattered, since she had no clue where her purse was, and she doubted - assuming she could get away from her caretakers and find a Victoria's Secret or whatever in the first place - she'd be able to just tell the clerk her credit card number.

That left the internet, which was almost as tricky to navigate. Computers were too grown-up and expensive for her to play with, her caretakers usually taking them with them when they left the room... But, eventually, she got lucky, Mrs. Foster instead setting her laptop on a tall shelf when she stepped out for a minute. Caprice had dragged a chair over, climbed up onto it, frantically typing away into the browser.

Her credit card number refused to work; had it been canceled? Had whatever had done the rest of this wiped that account out, too? Or was she misremembering it, since it had been so long since she'd ordered anything online? She had no idea... Fortunately, Mrs. Foster's browser helpfully offered to fill in the saved details of one of the woman's cards.

Mrs. Foster wouldn't be happy when she saw her statement - there was no way she'd ever ordered from this site before - but if this worked, it would be worth it. Caprice had it sent to Mrs. Foster's house, assuming that was where she would be during the day, when the mail went. With no easy access to her e-mail address, she had only the webpage's initial delivery estimate to go off of, which meant that, for a few days in a row, around the time when the mail would usually go, she would suddenly get very thirsty, sending Mrs. Foster to refill her sippy cup even more often, keeping an eye on the front window the whole time, waiting to see the mailman show up.

Thankfully, she got lucky, everything lining up perfectly. "Oh!" the mailman exclaimed when she whipped open the door. "H-Hello..." Was he surprised because Mrs. Foster didn't have kids? Or did he see her as the adult she was, and his shock came from seeing an adult dressed this way?

She didn't have time to find out, unfortunately. She had to grab her package and get the door shut so she'd have time to hide it and get back to the living room before Mrs. Foster returned with a fresh cup of apple juice for her.

It had all come together after that, as if this was fate. An important phone call had gotten Mrs. Foster to leave her alone again, this time long enough to let her run the box over to her own house, setting it by the back step, since she didn't have her keys to get inside. She'd taken her booties off for the trip, and, if she failed, Daddy would probably wonder how her feet had gotten so dirty, but, if that happened, she'd have bigger things to worry about anyway.

"Why are you so out of breath?" Mrs. Foster asked when she got back to the living room, narrowing her eyes. "What have you been up to, you little stinker?" 

But Caprice knew she didn't have to worry about a reply; the woman couldn't understand her anyway. She went back to her blocks, heart still pounding, while her babysitter watched suspiciously. 

The rest of the day went by normally, until it was time to go. Instead of saying, "Night-night," as she usually did, Mrs. Foster told her, "See you in a bit!" Caprice frowned, looking up at Cooper from behind her pacifier.

"You're going to have a little sleepover with Mrs. Foster tonight!" he beamed down at her. "Won't that be fun?"

"B-But it's Valentine's..." she mumbled. She'd assumed she'd have all night... Now she had to rush around, scrambling out of her crib - a spankable offense, if caught - while he was in the shower to go fetch the box from the back door, and to find some other supplies. She felt so much better as soon as she got the lacy, sexy bra on, starting to feel like herself again...

The panties, on the other hand, she was less certain about. She'd been having more and more accidents lately... If she had one in the first pair of big girl undies she'd worn since this had started... She liked to think that her body would remember what to do, if it realized it was outside of padding, but she wasn't confident enough to try it, so she put the panties on over her diaper, hoping that, somehow, they'd hide it.

Her jewelry had vanished, too, leaving her with only cheap plastic baubles to accessorize with, though she did what she could, then waited in Cooper's bedroom, all dolled up, and with a bottle of wine, the way she'd greeted him when he'd come home from work the past couple Valentine's Days.

She shivered at the sight of the doorknob turning, knowing this was the moment of truth, feeling her diaper warm... And her eyes widened at what she saw. A tall, leggy blonde backed into the room, nearly naked already, followed by Cooper, still wet from the shower. "I just couldn't wait any longer," the woman was purring. 

Caprice gasped, scrambling off the side of the bed a moment before they reached it, the blonde turning to see the wine Caprice had laid out. "Oh, looks like you were expecting me anyway," she teased. Caprice watched in horror, huddled beside the bed, the wet spot in her padding growing steadily as her fiance and this other woman poured themselves the wine she'd picked out, continuing to make out.

"Where have you been all my life?" the woman moaned.

"Oh, you know," Cooper shrugged. "Waiting to figure out how to get out of my last relationship, once I realized she was cheating on me, sleeping with other guys in my own bed."

Caprice froze. He'd known?! 

"That's awful!" the woman said. "I'm so glad you got away from her..."

She whimpered softly, clamping her hands to her mouth, as Cooper turned, staring right at her. "I wouldn't say I got away from her entirely... But I definitely got my revenge."

Caprice squirmed as the woman followed his gaze, giggling as she looked down and saw her there. "Oh, my God!" she squealed, reaching down and giving Caprice's diaper a squeeze. "And she wets them?!"

"That's not all she does," Cooper chuckled. "We've got her so turned around, she doesn't know which way is up... I bet we had her convinced she really was a baby for a while. She certainly needs her diapers now like one. And she's earned every bit of it... Didn't you?" He pushed a sippy cup into her hands, Caprice seeing little choice but to take it and nod meekly. "Don't worry, she'll be off to her babysitter's soon enough... Her babysitter who told me earlier she found a strange charge on her credit card statement... Looking at what she's wearing, I have a feeling the two of them are going to have a lot to talk about tonight..." Caprice gulped.

"Well, until then..." the woman grinned, "we have a little time before our dinner reservation... Why don't let Mommy show you how a real woman treats her man, sweetie?" 

Caprice nervously sucked on her sippy cup, not knowing what else to do as, above her, the two went back to making out, harder than ever, just praying that she wouldn't completely humiliate herself and mess herself before she got back to Mrs. Foster's... But she knew she no longer had any control over that, or anything else. And, in the end, maybe Cooper was right... Maybe she did deserve this...