Compromise - Chapter 19 (Patreon)

'You've done good work so far,' Lizzie's client wrote, 'but I just don't know if it's enough to prove anything. Is there any way you could get a camera into his office?'

It was the message Lizzie had been afraid of for a while now, after the last communication she'd gotten. She'd gotten her payment already, thankfully, so after the client had gone silent, it was possible she'd been pleased, and had no reason to say anything further. Of course, now, Lizzie was in a relationship with someone from the office, and she hadn't said anything about the man she'd been hired to spy on - the reason she'd met Heather in the first place - getting fired or demoted.

She didn't always gets status updates from her clients, and she didn't expect them, even if she was always curious about how things turned out... Her curiosity was what had drawn her to this career, after all. The way things had left off this time, however, with a somewhat doubtful message from the client, and her person on the inside, had made it a bit harder to let this one go.

While she had been hoping for an update, she had also hoped it wouldn't be this one. She'd been able to bug a single meeting with a minimum of fuss - thanks, partially, to Heather helping get her out of the building - but she hadn't had to get into the target's office to do that... Planting anything on any kind of permanent basis would be far more difficult. 

She had pondered what she would say to the request, if she got it, though, up until now, it had really been a moot point, since it was only theoretical. Now, she had to come up with an actual answer... 

Between the target and his secretary, getting access to the inside of the office for long enough to find the perfect spot for a camera and get it planted was not going to be easy. There were far too many opportunities for her to get caught, and playing stupid would only get her so far, no matter how sweet and innocent she looked... It would be hard for them to buy that she just happened to wander into his closed office when neither of them were around, especially if he kept it locked, as he almost certainly did.

It was a recipe for getting caught and, hopefully, tossed out, if not turned over to the security guards and put at their mercy. She could probably call Heather in and have her explain things to them, but there was no guarantee they'd listen to her... If they wanted to turn her over to the police, or hand her over to an orphanage to take care of, they could, and would, do that, and there wasn't much she could do about it.

Unless, of course, she involved Heather from the start...

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"I want you to know, you can say no," Lizzie told her. "I won't be mad... I know this could be a huge risk to your career."

Heather stared down at her, clearly deep in contemplation. Lizzie couldn't say that she blamed her, obviously... This whole thing had to look suspicious. Heather had first met her on the way out after her last infiltration, and, even if she'd participated willingly, Lizzie had used her to get past the security officers then... Now, she was asking for her help again, for something far more treacherous.

It would be difficult for Heather to explain this away, if it went south somehow... If she said she'd been tricked into doing it, it would make her look perilously weak, and that was a dangerous position for anyone, even an Amazon, to be in. And if Lizzie's target was as corrupt as her client seemed to believe, he wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of that, pointing out to everyone that Heather was unfit for her position if she was unable to see through the deception of a lowly little.

"This isn't why I've stuck around," Lizzie said. "I mean... I-I hope that's obvious, but I feel like I need to say it anyway. I did know it was possible something like this would happen. I didn't get close to you so that would would help me with it, though." She looked up into Heather's eyes, trying to convey her sincerity through her gaze. "So, I mean it... If you aren't comfortable with it, don't do it."

A slow smile spread across Heather's face, as she reached down to stroke Lizzie's hair. "I know you didn't," she nodded. "Unless everything you've told me from the start has been a lie, I can't imagine you playing along, doing everything I've had you do, just in case you needed me for this..."

"I haven't been," Lizzie shook her head. "I don't want to lie to you, Heather, about anything..."

"I know," Heather repeated gently. "If you were going to, you'd have lied about keeping your panties dry so you could stay out of Pull-Ups."

Lizzie blushed. She couldn't say for sure what had happened last Thursday... She hadn't been doing anything in particular that ought to have distracted her enough to justify it... It was before she'd gotten the e-mail, so it hadn't been to try to appease Heather, even subconsciously... At least, not in order to make her more likely to agree to this.

Heather had been happy about it, though, and Lizzie had known she would be, as soon as she did finally get off her couch to go to the bathroom, after waiting far too long, and spotted the wet spot in the crotch of her panties. It hadn't bothered her, really... She'd had more than enough warnings, more than enough chances to get to the toilet in time... It had definitely been an accident, since she hadn't done it intentionally, but it was one she could have avoided, easily.

Which made it feel totally appropriate when Heather ordered her into her Pull-Ups for the rest of the day, and every Thursday after that. This wasn't a tyrannical Amazon being unreasonable; it was the consequences of her actions, plain and simple. She'd been too immature to go to the bathroom, and now, as a result, she was going back to training pants.

Of course, it hadn't fully sank in what that meant until she'd gone to Heather's place to do laundry that weekend. Heather had put on some cartoons for her while she sat and folded her laundry, sorting through it as she went. When she came to the end, she'd frowned, thumbing through the small stack of underwear, wondering if some had gotten tangled up in the legs of a pair of her pants or something.

"Is something wrong, sweetie?" Heather had glanced over, seeing her confusion.

"I can only find three pairs of my panties," she'd told her.

"Yeah," Heather had said. "That's all of them."

Lizzie had shaken her head. "Nuh-uh! I should have..."

As she thought back over her 'potty training', she realized that, as always, her Mommy was right. Thursday had been the fourth pair she'd lost... She'd given up her Sundays voluntarily, but still... "Th-That's not even half the week!" she'd squeaked, squirming in shame.

"That's right," Heather had smiled. "You're now going to be in Pull-Ups more often than you'll be in big girl undies."

If it had been anyone else, Lizzie would have been worried about that, would have assumed that there was something untoward going on... She recalled what had led to her losing each day's undies, however, and none of it could really be considered Heather's fault. She'd earned this fate, fair and square...

She'd wiggled a bit, playfully letting her bladder go, feeling her trainers grow warm beneath her, finding it amusing to do that as she blinked up at Heather with big eyes. "I-I guess my potty training's not going so well, Mommy..." She was still getting used to going in her pants intentionally, to trusting her Pull-Ups to handle it... On one hand, it wasn't exactly the sort of thing that she wanted to get good at, but on the other...

Well, it wasn't so bad... And sometimes, like now, it was funny, which made it even more worth it. And there was no harm in it, really... She wasn't going to do it twice more in the day, so she wasn't in any actual danger of being demoted further... And if she did... She spent most of her Saturdays here, with Heather, anyway, so if there was any day of the week that she had to spend in diapers, that was the best option.

"I think it's going very well," Heather had chuckled. "Now, do you want a change, or would you rather wait a bit?"

"Y-You knew?!" Lizzie had blushed. But she should have known better, to be honest... Mommies always knew...

It was a Tuesday now, the day when she'd most sincerely earned her trainers, when she'd woken up from falling asleep in front of the TV, after her 'bedtime', and genuinely been unable to get to the bathroom on time without a little trickle slipping out. It was appropriate, she supposed... She'd contemplated wetting herself on purpose before she showed up, but that had felt too manipulative, too much like she was trying to butter Heather up to say yes.

"I've been doing good so far this week!" Lizzie pouted, unable to help herself. She hadn't wanted to act too childish, either, for the same reason... It was difficult to avoid, sometimes, though, especially when she was in her trainers, and in front of Heather in person. It was almost scary how much those things made her slip into character, without meaning to.

"You have," Mommy agreed. "Of course, there's only been one day so far when you've had your panties, hasn't there?"

Lizzie blushed. "Y-Yeah," she said. "B-But I kept them dry!"

"Yes, you did," Mommy smiled.

"Th-That's not the point!" Lizzie shook her head. "I just want you to know..."

"I get it," Heather nodded gently. "I don't have to help you with this plan... But, sweetie, do you really think I'm not going to?"

"I-If it's going to..." Lizzie started.

"I don't care what the consequences could be," Heather told her. "I'm not going to let you go in there alone. And I trust that you know what you're doing enough to keep us both safe."

"S-So... You're in?" Lizzie asked.

Heather chuckled, kissing her on the forehead. "Yes, baby, I'm in. Now, what do you need me to do?"

"Thank you," Lizzie wrapped her arms around Heather. 

"You're welcome," Heather hugged her back. "But what, exactly, have I agreed to?"

"Well..." Lizzie said. "I need you to get me inside his office so I can hide a camera in there."

"Can't I just do that for you?" Heather asked. "Wouldn't that be safer for you?"

It would, obviously... Heather worked there, so she wouldn't seem so out of place if she was found in his office... And any time she could do anything without having to go in person, it was clearly more safe... She wasn't going to do that; it would be safer for her, but not for Heather, and she wasn't going to let Heather assume all of the risk for her like that.

"It could be," she admitted. "Though, if we do it right, then not really."

"And what, exactly, is the right way to do it, then?" 

Lizzie's cheeks began to burn. "Don't worry, I think you're going to like it..."

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"Are you sure about this? I can do this on my own..." Heather frowned.

Lizzie sighed, taking the wristband from Heather and locking it around her own arm. "There, see?" she said, handing the leash over. "It's fine."

It was crazy, she thought, how much less nervous she felt about that now, after all this time, than she had been when she'd had to call Heather to help her get out of this thing the first time. Maybe it should have worried her a little that Heather had kept the thing... But was that really so surprising, given the nursery the woman was slowly building? Besides, she'd never attempted to use it on Lizzie after that, and Lizzie was glad it was still around now.

"I need to get accustomed to it," she shrugged, reassuring herself as much as she was explaining it to Heather. "If I'm in this, it should make him feel like you have me under control... But I should look like it's something I'm used to having to wear."

"Like your Pull-Ups?" Heather teased, giving the seat of Lizzie's jeans a playful pat. It was Wednesday, so Lizzie didn't have to wear them... She might look out of place, though, being led around by a leash, if she didn't have any padding whatsoever under her pants. And they'd probably be trying on some clothes, and if anyone saw her in something that happened to leave her underthings exposed without her realizing it, that would be suspicious, too.

"Yes," Lizzie stuck her tongue out. "Exactly like those!"

It was training for Heather, too, in a sense, getting her used to what it was like. "I think you should pull me in a little closer," Lizzie observed as they walked down the hallway of the apartment building.

"Aww," Heather smirked, "are you afraid to be too far away from Mommy?"

Lizzie glowered at her, getting a chuckle in response. "I know I can't get away," she explained, "but you probably don't want me running too wild... Especially when we're in the store, and I might get the leash tangled around someone's legs or something."

"Oh, good point," Heather nodded, giving the leash a soft tug, making Lizzie move a few steps closer to her as she wrapped the excess length around her hand to keep it tight. "Is that better?"

Lizzie blushed, looking at how near she was, thinking about how, if this were anyone else, she'd have no hope of escape like this... How could she possibly find a way to get this wristband off, when her captor was right there, able to easily see her every move? How could she go anywhere, other than where the person on the other end of the leash wanted? She was completely at their mercy, and the only hope she'd have to be taken home, or to the bathroom, or anywhere else she needed to go, was to sniff and cry and throw a tantrum, and pray that didn't end in a spanking instead...

"Y-Yeah," she mumbled. "I-I think that's a good length... Y-You can loosen it up once you have him distracted, but if he sees it like this, he'll know that you have me under control."

"I do, do I?" Heather raised an eyebrow playfully, as if there were any doubt of that as she plucked Lizzie off the ground, setting her into the seat of the car and buckling her in.

"Th-That's what he'll think," Lizzie replied, pretending that Heather didn't control much more of that, that the woman hadn't somehow convinced her to give up her real big girl panties for those childish day-of-the-week ones, and then to lose even those for more than half the week now... And now, she was spending part of what should have been one of her underwear days in trainers anyway! That part, however, was undeniably all on her...

"Do you need any more help getting into character?" Heather teased, turning on the car, and then the radio, tuning it to a littles station, fully of bright, cheery nursery rhymes. 

"I-I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea to play those when we show up that day," Lizzie admitted. "In case he, or his secretary, happen to be around in the garage when we get out of the car, and they heard what's playing... It'll help sell the illusion..."

"Oh," Heather looked surprised to have the suggestion taken seriously. "I didn't even think about that... I just assumed it would start when we went to the office, but I guess we need to be in character the whole day until then, too, huh?"

"A-And after," Lizzie said. "Until we can get out of there... It's definitely a commitment, I know, but I can't show up on my own if we want people to buy our story. I-If that's too much, you can always..."

"I'm not backing down now," Heather cut her off. "You're not cutting me out of this little caper!"

"Okay," Lizzie nodded. "But..."

"Lizzie, if you tell me one more time that I don't have to participate, I'm buying you a pacifier! I am well aware of that by this point, and if I was going to say no, I would have done it by now." She glanced over, and saw the way Lizzie was blushing and squirming in her seat at that threat, smiling. "I forgot... You like sucking your thumb, don't you? So I suppose that isn't much of a deterrent..."

"I do not!" Lizzie insisted, though, even if they hadn't both known the truth, the high squeal the words came out as would have made it obvious. "B-But... I-It might not be a bad idea to get one... F-For the disguise."

"Right," Heather snickered. "For the disguise."

"B-Besides," Lizzie's cheeks darkened. "Y-You really don't have to do this..."

Heather gave her a knowing look, and Lizzie couldn't help but giggle at the thought of what she'd just, purposely, done. "You are such a little handful," Heather shook her head, pulling into the parking lot of the baby supply store where they'd gone together to find a way to unlock the wristband. "Do you honestly think I'd pass up the chance to bring you here again? When I'm actually able to buy you more than a key? Don't be silly!"