Smart House - Chapter 8 (Patreon)

Brigid scowled, fidgeting in place as she stared down at the floor, rubbing her aching writing hand on her bare stomach, while the other tried to cover her chest, standing there in front of her babysitter in only a Pull-Up while the lines she'd spent so long scrawling out were examined.

"Hmm," Carissa muttered, her eyes drifting back up to the top of the page, Brigid barely containing a groan as it looked like she was going to read over them again, searching for mistakes, things to use to make her start all over yet again. "Good enough," she said after a moment, shrugging. "Besides, it's past time that we get you ready for bed."

Mere days ago, the thought of an official 'bedtime' had only entered Brigid's mind in connection to Shawna... Now, it was already starting to feel almost normal, almost like a reprieve from the insanity that her life had become since then. It still was, she supposed, connected to Shawna, in the sense that Pat had mixed up her with the little girl, and was taking care of her as if that was who she was... It was very different, having it applied to her directly, rather than it being simply a deadline for how long Gillian and Reece could stay during their visit...

"O-Okay," Brigid nodded. It was quite early, even more than usual, but if this meant she was allowed to put on some pajamas - or anything, really, other than just her trainers - she was fine with it.

First, however, Carissa took her to the bathroom, sitting her down on the closed toilet seat while she knelt down, running the water, sliding the plug into place when it was at the right temperature, squirting in some bubble mixture. "I-I could go ahead and use the toilet while that's going," Brigid offered helpfully, after Carissa had it all set up, and they were merely waiting for the tub to fill.

"Excuse me, young lady?!" Carissa snapped, taking Brigid by surprise, snatching her wrist, yanking her off the toilet lid, her feet scrambling to keep their balance as she landed on the floor and was flung forward far enough for the sitter to give Brigid a hard swat to her bottom, already throbbing from the spanking she'd been given earlier that day.

"Ow!" Brigid squealed. "Wh-What did I do?!"

"I told you," Carissa spun her around, staring her in the eye, "you are not to use grown-up language, little missy."

"B-But I didn't say any bad words!" Brigid pouted, brow furrowed.

"Any grown-up words at all, Brigid," Carissa reminded her. "You are supposed to talk like the little girl you are. And little girls like you don't say toilet, do they?"

Brigid wanted to say that she had, as a child, though, in all honesty, she had no clue if that was true or not, or for how long it had been. The safest answer at the moment, however, was a meek, "No, ma'am...."

"Then what should you have said?" Carissa asked.

It had only been a few moments ago, but in the excitement that had ensued, it took a second for Brigid to recall it exactly. "I-I said I could use the potty while the tub was running," she sniffed.

"You can use the potty," Carissa countered smoothly, making it obvious that she'd had the response ready to go, and that it would never have been a yes, "when I slide your little Pull-Ups down... And I haven't done that, have I?" Brigid shook her head, holding her tongue about her ability - and the ability of any toddler - to do that on her own, as that was what they were designed for. "And now, you've wasted enough time that your bath is ready!"

Carissa did remove Brigid's training panties then, giving them a squeeze and smirking before ripping the sides. "These are wet, Brigid," she teased. "What happened?"

"O-Only a little bit," Brigid blushed. "Th-The guitar didn't even fade!"

"Do you really think that matters?" Carissa shook her head, answering her own question. "Any accident is an accident."

"It took a really long time to do those lines!" Brigid whined.

"And you can spend just as long tomorrow doing them if you keep this up," Carissa snapped, wiping Brigid's crotch off with some toilet paper, tossing it into the toilet before closing the lid again, to Brigid's dismay, and helping the girl into the waiting tub.

It did feel nice, sinking into the bubbles and warm water, after everything she'd been through that day, letting herself relax, the stress melting off of her as she leaned back, eyes closing... Until her babysitter's hand came in, starting to wash her down. Brigid's eyes popped open - though, by now, she wasn't sure why she was surprised that Carissa would do this herself - blushing as she saw the videos playing in the wall of the tub.

It wasn't that off, honestly, from what she usually had Pat play while she was in the tub... She liked to watch fish floating by peacefully. These, however, weren't real fish, they were cartoons, with goofy looking sea monsters, and cute mermaids, popping up now and then, too, taking away any sense of realism... Not that she'd really thought there was an aquarium in the walls of her bathroom, of course, but it did feel completely different, somehow.

"Do you have to go so hard?" Brigid complained, having an even harder time letting herself be distracted by the video as Carissa ran the washcloth up and down her back roughly.

"Little girls who pee their pants need to be scrubbed pink," Carissa cooed. "It's hard enough to keep you smelling sweet as it is, thanks to your soggy Pull-Ups... We can't let your stinky body make it any more difficult."

"I don't stink," Brigid huffed, blushing as the washcloth moved around to the other side of her torso, Carissa showing no hesitation to run her hands over her bare breasts, only the small, fluffy piece of cloth between them and her. "I-I can do that myself..."

"No, you can't," Carissa reprimanded. "Little girls like you can't do anything by themselves... That's why they need big girls, like me, to look after them." She demonstrated a moment later, letting the washcloth drift downwards, over Brigid's tummy, which was suddenly filled with butterflies, and then between her legs.

Brigid's face turned bright red as she squirmed, having a hard time determining whether Carissa was paying too much attention to that spot, or if it only felt that way because it had been so long since anyone had touched her down there. It was embarrassing, knowing it was happening during a bubble bath, by someone treating her like a small child... But she couldn't quite bring herself to ask her to stop.

"What we really need to do," Carissa said, "is get rid of all that nasty hair down there... That would make this so much quicker and easier..." Brigid shook her head, not certain herself if it was to the idea that she needed to be bald down there, or that this process needed to go faster... "I think it's a good idea," Carissa continued, keeping the washcloth going, "especially if anything else starts to happen in those Pull-Ups of yours."

Brigid was so flustered, it took her a minute to process that, to think of what it could be referring to, despite the grumbling that she'd been feeling in her tummy for a little while now, that she'd been hoping to take care of before her bath. "I-I don't do that in my Pull-Ups!" she gasped.

"You told me earlier that you weren't going to pee in them, either," Carissa pointed out. And it hadn't been that long ago when Brigid would have said that the idea of her wearing Pull-Ups at all was crazy. "It's a good thing I didn't trust you then..."

"I-It was only a little!" Brigid reiterated.

"I'm sure that's what you'll say when you have a 'tiny' stinky accident, too," Carissa said. "But I'll be the one who has to clean that up."

"I-I won't!" Brigid tried to bang her fists on the floor beside her to emphasize her point, though, of course, there was quite a bit of water in her way. "A-And even if I did, I could clean myself up! You don't have to do any of this!"

Carissa caught her nearest wrist after the final exclamation, Brigid glancing over at her and seeing that she had unintentionally splashed water all over her babysitter. "O-Oh!" she blushed. "I-I'm sorry!"

Carissa stood up silently, Brigid shivering a little, able to see that the girl was not amused, scared of what that might mean for her. She thought about mentioning that, if Carissa really did think of her as a kid, she should have expected that, but she had a feeling staying quiet would be the better option. Carissa grabbed a towel, used it to brush most of the water and bubbles off of herself, then spread it out on the floor. "Okay," she declared. "I think that's enough for today." She pulled the plug and grabbed Brigid, helping her to her feet, and to step out of the draining tub and onto the towel.

"I-I am sorry..." Brigid repeated. Carissa ignored her, making her sit down, and then lie back, on the towel, as she stepped over to the sink, returning with the shaving gel and razor Brigid used for her legs... Except, she was pretty positive that wasn't what they were about to be used for now. "Carissa!" she squeaked. "Please..."

"I have to assume," Carissa declared, squirting a small pile of gel onto one hand, massaging it between her palms, "that this is what keeps you thinking that you're still a grown-up... I mean, there's nothing else that could be giving you that idea." Brigid flinched as the girl started to rub the gel into her crotch. "I've found you in wet pants twice in one day, you've spent the entire afternoon getting punished for misbehaving, and goodness knows there's nothing here for you to be proud of."

Brigid blushed as Carissa gave her mostly flat chest a pat, leaving behind a white handprint of excess shaving gel before wiping the rest off on the towel. Without the padded bras she'd worn every day, until Pat had taken them away from her, along with the rest of her adult clothes, there really wasn't much there at all, certainly when compared to Carissa.

"I-I promise," Brigid shook her head, "i-if I ever do..." she wrinkled her nose, unable to say the word, "that in my Pull-Ups, then you can shave me, b-but until then..."

"No," Carissa cut her off, running the razor across Brigid's crotch, slicing away a large chunk of her pubic hair. "You don't get to make bargains here, Brigid... I'm in charge, not you, and I'm not waiting for something that I know is inevitable."

Brigid shuddered, both at the thought of the inevitability that she'd have a bigger accident than she'd already had, and at what she'd just seen happen. This was her house! She should be the one in charge... But she knew that wasn't the case anymore. "P-Pat's in charge," she pointed out.

"Maybe," Carissa shrugged noncommittally, bringing the razor in for another swipe. "To you, though, it doesn't really matter... You most definitely aren't, so you should be a good girl and do whatever either of us tells you."

In no time at all, Carissa was finished, and standing Brigid up in front of the sink to look at herself in the mirror, her mind reeling, feeling as if it had been yanked backwards in time. She'd been such a late bloomer, and, for a long time, she'd worried she would never grow any hair there, that she'd always look like a baby, compared to the other girls she caught glimpses of in the locker room... The tiny bit her breasts had grown did very little to remind her that years had passed since that time, now that she was back to square one, back to being completely bald down there, to worrying that a bigger girl - Carissa now - was going to notice and make fun of her for it...

As if to emphasize how much smaller and more helpless Brigid was, Carissa stepped behind her, reaching around her, enveloping her as she grabbed Brigid's toothbrush from its holder. "Do you really not know how to get ready for bed?" she mocked, using her other hand to turn on the faucet, then fetch the toothpaste as she dampened the brush's bristles. "Or do I need to do everything for you?"

"N-No," Brigid shook her head. "I-I can..."

Before she could finish, Carissa raised the toothbrush to her mouth and began to use it anyway, her free hand encircling Brigid's chest, pinning her helplessly into her own, giving her nowhere to go. It was nowhere near as bad as having her mouth soaped had been, of course, although, since this was something she could do on her own - and did every night - it was still humiliating to have this younger woman take over and do it for her, like she was somehow incapable of it.

The whole experience was overwhelming, and it wasn't until they'd finished up, and Carissa had led her out of the bathroom, that Brigid recalled that she never had been allowed to use the toilet. "W-Wait!" she pouted as Carissa closed the door. "C-Can I g-go potty now?" She felt ridiculous saying it that way, but she wasn't going to risk any more of her sitter's wrath.

A grin spread across Carissa's face, and she let go of Brigid's hand. "Sure," she said. "Go ahead."

Brigid paused, staring up at the girl, sensing that this was a trick, that it had been too easy... But, by now, she couldn't wait any longer if she didn't have to, turning towards the door, grabbing the knob...

"It's locked!" she exclaimed, as if it wasn't clear from Carissa's reaction that she knew. She hadn't paid any attention to it before, but now, looking at it, giving it another jiggle, it was obvious that this was not the same doorknob that she was used to, as if the lock itself - which hadn't been there until now - wasn't enough to tip her off.

"It certainly is," Carissa nodded. "Thanks again for that screwdriver... You can see I put it to good use."

"B-But..." Brigid pouted, trying the doorknob again. "Pat, unlock the bathroom door!" she ordered.

"I'm sorry, Brigid," Pat's voice replied. "I'm afraid you don't have the permissions to unlock that door on your own."

"What do you mean?!" Brigid huffed.

"For as old as her system is," Carissa commented, "it wasn't too hard to figure out how to go in and change a few things..."

Brigid's eyes widened. "I-If you know how to do that, you can tell her I'm not a little girl!"

"Maybe," Carissa shrugged, tapping Brigid on the nose. "But where would the fun be in that?"

"B-But..." Brigid whined, stomping her foot. "Wh-What am I supposed to do?!"

Carissa didn't give her an answer, not out loud, anyway. Instead, she took her by the hand once more, leading her, naked, up to her bedroom, the lights coming on for them automatically, and revealing...

"This isn't my room!" Brigid gasped. It was, of course, since they'd followed the hallway there, the same as always, but, thanks to the wall screens, it looked completely different. Gone were the carefully selected works of art, the 'window' to a calm, peaceful meadow, the cool, stately colors of the walls themselves... Now, everything was bright pink, with posters of colorful cartoon characters, a banner with the alphabet on it running around the top of the wall. Her new bed, with its rails, certainly fit in much better here, she had to admit...

The worst part, however, was the potty training chart, prominently taking up a large chunk of one of her walls, her name across the top to guarantee everyone would know that all of those accidents marked on there, including the one that had been discovered right before her bath, were hers. More worrying, however, was the fact that the chart went back from well before this had all started, making it look like she'd been struggling with this for a long time.

That had to be from Shawna, Brigid realized, another case of her records blending with Brigid's own... And, if that was the case, she could hardly blame Pat for trying to help her out, since it seemed the poor girl was having a lot of trouble... Or was that something else that Carissa had changed within Pat's system, at least to flesh it out, make Brigid seem like she was struggling even more...

Like she deserved what she saw when she finally managed to tear her eyes away from the chart, and saw, instead, what her babysitter had laid out on her bed for her. "Carissa, no!" she whimpered, shaking her head. "Please, no..."

"Yes, Brigid," Carissa told her sternly. "It's very obvious that you need these, especially at night."

"I'm not a bedwetter!" Brigid stomped her foot, tears filling her eyes. "I'm not!"

"We'll see about that," Carissa smirked, picking her up, setting her down on the waiting diaper, the lawyer gasping as she felt her bottom sink into the padding, heard the soft crinkle that she'd managed to avoid so far, until now, despite Pat's insistence.

"I-I'll wear my Pull-Ups!" Brigid promised. "I-I won't complain!"

"Pull-Ups are for daytime," Carissa told her, sprinkling baby powder onto her, then pulling the front of the diaper up, Brigid's face turning red as she felt it pushing her thighs apart, and then nestling against her freshly shaved privates. "And not even then for much longer if you keep having accidents at this rate."

"I'm not!" Brigid pouted, feeling completely helpless as the girl kept going, unphased by her protests, expertly taping up the sides, sealing her inside like she'd do to any fussy toddler.

"I changed you out of two wet Pull-Ups myself today," Carissa reminded her, giving the crotch of the diaper a pat. "You don't fool me."

She pulled the dazed Brigid into a sitting position, Brigid blushing and squirming, feeling the bulk of the diaper follow her, inescapable. Carissa tugged a pajama shirt over Brigid's head... And that was it. No shorts had been laid out to go with it, and there was no indication that she was getting any... Her diaper was left on full display, reminding her of what a little baby she was, and making her glad to be tucked into bed, no matter how early it was.

"I'll tell you what, though," Carissa offered, adjusting the covers. "If you can stay dry tonight, we'll see about Pull-Ups for tomorrow night, okay?" Brigid nodded, desperate for any hope that this would be a one-time thing, that she wasn't going to be spending every night in diapers from now on... "Night-night," Carissa kissed her on the forehead, heading for the door, pausing and turning back when she arrived. "Oh, and Brigid?"

"Y-Yeah?" Brigid stared up at her meekly.

"Pat will be keeping an eye on you, and if she catches you trying to take your diaper off, or doing anything else naughty, she's going to call me, and make me come all the way back here... And if I have to do that in the middle of the night, I'm not going to be very happy. Do you understand?"

Brigid gulped, her whole afternoon having been seemingly designed to show her what would happen if her babysitter wasn't happy with her. "Y-Yes, ma'am..."

"Good," Carissa smiled. "Good luck keeping your diapers dry!"

It wasn't until then, as she closed the door behind her and the main light faded, replaced with a smaller nightlight, that Brigid realized what a taunt that was. She waited as long as she could, giving Carissa time to move away from the door, and, hopefully, the house, to whisper, "P-Pat? Can you unlock the bathroom door now?"

"I told you," Pat replied gently, "you're not allowed in there on your own, young lady. Now, go to sleep."

A soft lullaby started to play over the speakers, as the soft, sweet scent of baby powder filled Brigid's nose, far stronger than could have come from the bit used in her diaper alone, making her think Pat must be pumping it in from somewhere, making her room smell like a nursery...

"B-But Pat..." Brigid sniffled, wriggling under her covers, knowing there was no way she was going to make it the whole night without having to pee... Or worse. And Carissa no doubt knew that as well... Why else would she have made that bargain, if she hadn't been confident that there was no way Brigid would be able to hold up her end of it?

"I'm sorry if you're hungry," Pat told her, misinterpreting her unhappiness. "But you've been a very naughty girl, and you need to be punished. Don't worry, though, I'll make sure to have a nice, big breakfast waiting for you when you get up. For now, you need your rest."

"Pat!" Brigid whined, but the AI didn't answer her again that night, leaving her all alone, tossing and turning in her diaper, praying that, somehow, she could keep it dry and clean all the way until morning...