Equals - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

A sequel to this caption, commissioned by Invada.

After what had happened last time, Lacie wasn't sure she was happy to see Janine back on the job. In a way, it was easier with Ms. Pemberton, who had always assumed she was nothing more than a baby, and thus didn't expect anything else from her... She was still dealing with her family emergency, however, and, of course, Lacie wasn't given any say in the matter.

As soon as her Mommy was gone, the pacifier came out, which put Lacie under even more pressure, knowing Janine would want her to talk like a big girl again. It was something that should have been so simple, yet, after all this time, it took quite an effort to forgo her lisp, and avoid babbling.

"I have a little surprise for you," Janine told her. "Wait here!"

It felt odd, being left all alone in the house, unsupervised. It was a minute or two at most, but standing there, surrounded by the Amazon-sized furniture - the furniture she lived with every day - seemed different, somehow, when she knew she was the only person there. She squirmed in her snap-crotch shortalls and her diaper, the latter growing slightly warmer as her thumb crept its way into her mouth, just to slide back out and hide behind Lacie's back when, inevitably, the front door opened again.

"Look at these!" Janine declared, shoving an armful of bags at Lacie's chest, forcing the girl to grab them, hoping her sitter wouldn't notice how wet her thumb was. "There was this great sale at the store, and I couldn't help myself!"

"You... got some new clothes?" Lacie frowned, confused about why Janine was telling her this. Was she going to put on a fashion show for her?

"I did," Janine nodded. "For you. I know your Mommy won't let you keep them or anything, but if we find something you like, I can bring them with me when I sit for you."

Was this a trick? Lacie fidgeted, staring down at the bags, fully expecting to open them up and find a bunch of onesies and frilly party dresses... Except, Janine was the one person who really did seem to believe she was a grown-up, still. And, sure enough, when she started to dig through the clothes, they were the kind of things she'd worn, back before the adoption, before she was kept in diapers full-time.

"W-Wow," her eyes widened, looking at the skirts, long enough to hide her diaper bulge, the shirts, decorated with things other than cutesy, fluffy animals, the dresses that didn't appear to be designed for toddlers. "Th-Thank you..."

"No problem," Janine winked. "Just do me a favor and try not to mess your diaper again this time, okay? I don't mind hanging out with you, but that was a little much." Lacie blushed bright red; did Janine think she'd done that on purpose?! It was nice that she trusted in Lacie's control that much... Looking back on even the past few days, however, Lacie didn't. "Oh, sorry!" Janine winced. "I-If you can't, that's fine! I just hoped you could at least try, you know? You are an adult, after all, but if..."

Lacie shook her head, surveying the outfits once more. "I'll try," she promised. She could do that... Whether it made a difference or not was another story. 

As she tried the clothes on, she began to feel more confident that it might. They still weren't the most mature things in the world - most little clothes weren't - but they were miles better than what her Mommy dressed her in, most of them disguising her diaper quite well. In them, things seemed almost normal for once.

That, in fact, was the plan... Janine knew they wouldn't be a magic bullet that would solve everything, but she suspected they would help. How could Lacie help feeling like a baby when that was what she saw when she looked in the mirror, or down at herself? That was why kids played dress-up, so they could get in the mindset of someone else... Hopefully, these would help remind her of her former maturity, and give her a boost in growing out of this manufactured babyness.

It did seem to help, too, with the girl appearing far more comfortable with the silverware she was given to eat lunch, rather than fumbling with it as she had last time, like someone who hadn't been allowed to use it in months.... Which, to be fair, was probably the case. After all the excitement, she was looking a bit sleepy, so, while Janine hadn't planned on forcing her to take a nap, like her Mommy had said she needed, she did give her the option.

"I think I'm going to lie down for a bit," she fibbed strategically. "If you want to do that, too, you can."

It was a smart move, one that circumvented Lacie's automatic, whining response of not being tired. "I-I might," she shrugged noncommittally. "Oh, that would give me a chance to wear my new nightie, though!"

"It would," Janine smiled. "You head on to your bedroom, sweetie, and I'll get it."

Lacie could hardly wait, wiggling in anticipation, doing her best to ignore the baby toys, and the smell of baby powder and used diapers, all around her in her nursery, excitedly shedding the pants and shirt she'd been wearing to slink into the nightie. It was the one thing short enough to expose her diapers quite easily, though she knew that was because it probably came as a set, with a pair of lacy panties... She hadn't been given those yet, but, after what had happened last time, she couldn't blame Janine for that.

The neckline was fairly low, too, showing off what little cleavage she had, and, if she did say so herself, making it look pretty good. After so long of having it hidden beneath tight, constricting onesies, or rows of ribbon and lace, it was a big difference, and one she couldn't stop gawking at as Janine tucked her in, leaving the side of her crib down.

Maybe Janine was right... Maybe she still was a grown-up, deep down... She really did feel like one now, looking down at her body... Mommy forbade her from touching herself, and she'd spent so long being treated like a baby that she'd almost resigned herself to that, but now... 

Lacie blushed, eyes darting to the door as her hand moved to the crotch of her diaper, half expecting to be walked in on before she could start. After a moment, however, she began to rub, and nothing happened... Except a rush of pleasure she'd nearly forgotten all about.

She moaned, pressing harder, her breath quickening as her hand sped up, but it didn't take long for her to realize that wasn't going to be enough, not through her bulky diapers. Luckily, the side of her crib was down... And one of her favorite stuffed animals, a huge, stuffed unicorn, was lying on the floor, right beside it. 

She did her very best to be quiet, and discrete, but it was difficult to restrain herself after this long, and soon she was squealing in pleasure, humping away, feeling the damp padding brush against her privates, heart beating faster and faster...

"Are you ready to get up?" Janine asked quietly, opening the door suddenly. Lacie forced herself to stop suddenly, moments away from release, her body protesting by continuing to wriggle and whimper. "What are you doing on the floor, sweetie? Why is your face so red?"

She was going to be in so much trouble! Even Janine wasn't a cool enough babysitter to let this go, was she? She'd tattle on her to Mommy, and then Lacie would get a spanking, or... Well, who knew what Mommy would come up with?!  "I-I dunno," she widened her eyes, trying to play dumb, to come off as a clueless baby who didn't know any better. "I-I must have fallen out of my bed in my sleep, and..." She shook her head, not wanting Janine to think it was dangerous to put her down for a nap with the side of the crib down, or she'd never do it again. "N-Not in my sleep, I was getting up, a-and I tripped over the blankets, or..."

That sounded dangerous, too, and from the expression on Janine's face, Lacie wasn't confident it was working. How could she spin this, to make it look more innocent? In the heat of the moment, only one thing came to mind, and, while she didn't like it, she didn't know what else to do. She closed her eyes, hands tightening around the unicorn's mane, and pushed, feeling her diaper quickly fill with a load of warm mush, while her babysitter watched, the nightie doing very little to hide the evidence of what was going on. But that was good, right? Humiliating, no doubt, but if Janine thought that was why she was being so fussy, surely she wouldn't get mad at her...

"All right," Janine sighed, her tone switching to something gentler, softer, less like she was talking to an equal. "It's okay, Lacie... Here, let's get that off of you..." Lacie pouted slightly as the nightie was pulled off her body, which, somehow, looked far less mature and impressive without it, though perhaps that was because it left her in just a messy diaper. 

"We'd better get you into a nice bath," Janine told her, leading her by the hand to the bathroom, now having a good idea of why the girl's Mommy kept her in more childish clothes, and why she wanted her to be under constant surveillance, or locked securely in a playpen or crib if that wasn't possible. And, after that little display, Janine knew she was going to have to go along with that after all... Little babies like Lacie weren't able to control themselves, clearly, and it was up to more grown-up caretakers, like Janine, to help them with that.