Help, Please (Patreon)

A short story commission for an anonymous Patron.

"I know it's my turn," Cassie pouted, "but could you do the dishes for me? Please?"

Tiffany sighed and rolled her eyes; it really was like living with an annoying little sister, exactly what she'd worried about when she'd let her friend talk her into being roommates. She liked Cassie, of course, or she wouldn't have agreed in the first place, but she also knew the girl well enough that she'd suspected things would go this way, with her not wanting to pull her weight, despite all the promises she'd made otherwise.

Being domestic was not Tiffany's thing, either, though she'd been improving lately, thanks to all the practice she was getting. She was more into sports and video games than arts and crafts, having grown up as a tomboy with only an older brother for a sibling.

And yet... She couldn't say quite what it was that motivated her, why she changed her mind... Was it how pitiful the smaller girl looked, staring up at her with her big, puppy-dog eyes? Was it all the complaining she'd done about the tough day she'd had at work earlier? Or did Tiffany just not want to listen to Cassie whine if she was told no?

"Okay," Tiffany said, standing up and holding her hand out for Cassie's plate. "I'll do it this time."

Cassie beamed, gladly giving her dishes to her roomie. "You're the best!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah," Tiffany shrugged, heading into the kitchen to get to work. This was it, though, she resolved. This was the last time.

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"It's so cold," Cassie crossed her arms, giving a dramatic shiver, as if she were already outside and freezing her scrawny little butt off. "And I'd look so cute in it!"

"You have so many coats of your own!" Tiffany pointed out. "Seriously, it's like an addiction. And I'm not going to fit into any of those..."

That might not have been strictly true, but it was close enough; maybe Tiffany could have squeezed into one of Cassie's coats, if she was determined enough... It wasn't going to be comfortable, however, and it wouldn't really be worth putting up with that just so Cassie could parade around in Tiffany's favorite coat, because the girl wanted to look even smaller and sweeter thanks to how oversized it would be on her.

"Come on, Tiffy," Cassie begged. "Please, can I borrow your coat?"

"You are such a brat," Tiffany told her... But she was already slipping the coat off of her shoulders, handing it over. "If you get anything on it, you're in big trouble," she warned.

"I won't!" Cassie giggled, pulling it on.

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"You know," Cassie mused, lying on her stomach on the sofa, feet up in the air behind her, kicking back and forth lazily while Tiffany dusted, "you are so good at cleaning up..."

"That's because I have a lot more practice," Tiffany said with a meaningful glare. "Somebody is always feeling too tired, or sick, or..."

"Wouldn't it be funny," Cassie interrupted her roommate's tirade, "if you had a little maid's uniform? Like this?" She turned her phone around, showing Tiffany a picture that made her cheeks warm, of a very pretty young woman in a tiny, frilly, pink and white maid uniform, though it was more similar to what a maid in a parody movie - or, frankly, a porno - would wear, rather than anything that would be conducive to a real maid getting her work done.

"Not really," Tiffany replied. "That's not my style." Skirts in general weren't, especially not any that were that short, that fluffy and floofy, covering what appeared to be layers of petticoats, with a pair of thigh-high stockings topped with pink ribbons and bows, and a pair of pink high heels Tiffany doubted she'd be able to walk - much less do any cleaning - in. She was more of a jeans and sneakers girl, through and through, which, of course, Cassie was well aware of.

"It's never too late to change that," Cassie sat up. "Why don't you try it out? For me?" Tiffany opened her mouth to say no, that this was one thing she had no interest in whatsoever, when Cassie deployed her secret weapon. "Please?"

"Oh, fine," Tiffany grumbled. "What harm could it do?"

"Exactly!" Cassie bounced in place. "Here, I have the order all ready for you... All you need to do is put your credit card number in..."

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"You look so, so pretty," Cassie gushed, the way she always did when Tiffany got all dressed up to do her chores, as if that alone was supposed to motivate her to continue to wear the silly outfit... Which, to be fair, did seem to work, since, against her better judgement, Tiffany still did it, no matter how ridiculous, how practically naked, she felt in it.

"Yeah, whatever," Tiffany adjusted her skirt.

"But you're kind of clumsy," Cassie observed.

"It's these heels!" Tiffany gestured to them. "You know I never wear them normally, and..."

"You'll get used to them," Cassie promised, for what was far from the first time. And, like it or not, Tiffany could tell she was improving, even if it wasn't exactly a skill she had ever been particularly interested in mastering. "Until then, though, I have to say... I'm kind of nervous to invite my friends over, because I'm afraid you're going to stumble, and flash your panties..."

"Well, then invite them over when I'm not cleaning!" Tiffany glared. "Or help me out, so we get it done faster, or..."

"Please, Tiffy, I'm talking," Cassie cut her off, Tiffany falling silent to hear what she had to say. "You're also taking a lot of bathroom breaks, and I think that's making it take longer, too... So, I came up with an idea that should solve both of those issues... Could you try it out for me? Please?"

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Tiffany was down on her hands and knees, scrubbing Cassie's toilet, when she heard the snickering behind her, making her wiggle her bottom, wondering if she'd had another accident without noticing, and if Cassie and her guests had seen it before her, since her padded backside was up in the air, almost completely on display thanks to the tiny skirt of her uniform.

She was still dry, luckily... She had a feeling that wasn't going to last too long, however. After all, as Cassie had explained to her, it didn't make any sense for her to wear the diapers only to clean in... Nor did it make sense for her to wear them if she didn't use them... And if she was using her diapers, there was no need for her to bother with the toilet as well...

"Would you please just use your diapers like a good little girl, and stay away from my toilet if you aren't cleaning it?" Cassie had requested, and, somehow, Cassie couldn't come up with any reason to say no to her.

"She's such a good little helper," Cassie bragged, giving the seat of Tiffany's diaper a playful swat. "She's forgotten all about how she used to push me around, and make fun of me for the way I dressed, and call me a brainless little slut... Which is only right, since she's constantly wearing skirts far shorter than anything even I would dare run around in..."

Tiffany frowned, something tickling at the back of her mind. She would never have said anything like that to Cassie... Would she? They were friends, and had been from the moment they'd met at college... Right? She thought she remembered them being friends, and yet, while she couldn't come up with any memories of the things Cassie was talking about now, she also didn't find any of them doing anything else together, before Cassie had asked her to be her roommate after graduation, staring up at her with those big eyes, saying please...

One of Cassie's friends, Lara, was shifting uncomfortably. "Don't you think this is going a little too far?" she asked. "I know she was a bitch to you, but... You've, like, completely changed her..."

"Oh, no," Cassie smirked. "She changes herself. I don't do diaper changes."

"This isn't right," Lara shook her head. "Tiffany, try to remember! This isn't who you are... She's been hypnotizing you, she...!"

"Please shut up," Cassie snapped, her friend's eyes widening as her mouth clamped closed. "You know, if it bothers you so much that she's going through this, you could always help her out... Then you could change each others' diapers! Would you like that?" The other girl shook her head, until Cassie said, "Why don't you try it out for me, Lara? Please?"

Tiffany watched in confusion as a cascade of amber liquid began to cascade down Lara's legs, into a puddle around her feet. That was strange, of course, especially when the toilet was right there, but she was more concerned with what Lara had said, as she slowly thought back to her time living with Cassie, getting to this point, how every step of it had been the other girl's idea, her request, how Tiffany had always been skeptical about it, until Cassie said that one magic word...

"Why don't you show everyone how well you can use your diapers, Tiffy, please?" Cassie shot her a look, and, instantly, Tiffany was grunting and pushing, feeling the back of her diaper swelling outwards as, without a second thought, she started to fill it. "Good girl," Cassie gave the growing lump a pat, Tiffany blushing, cheeks red with embarrassment and exertion. "Now, why don't you forget all about this conversation for me, please?"

Tiffany blinked, gasping when she opened her eyes from her daydream and realized Cassie had snuck in at some point and found her lollygagging, and brought her friends with her. "S-Sorry," she squeaked. "I-I was just..." She blushed bright red as she moved to go back to cleaning, feeling something shift and squelch in her pants. Apparently, she'd been doing a lot more than daydreaming... When had she started pooping her pants?!

"It's all right," Cassie told her gently. "Actually, I have a little surprise for you... Lara here wants to learn to be a maid, too, and you're doing such a good job at it, I thought you could teach her. When you're done with your pushies, why don't you go get some diapers, and the two of you can practice diapering one another, before you show her how to clean up her little puddle? Could you please do that for me?"

"Sure thing," Tiffany smiled, seeing no reason to respond any other way. "Whatever you say!"