Help, Please - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

A continuation of this short story, commissioned by an anonymous Patron.

"Now, sweetie," Cassie said, pacing back and forth while Tiffany sat on the floor, watching, feeling, in a weird way, like she was about to be lectured by her boss, even though Cassie was, of course, just her roommate. Her roommate who had, days ago, suggested that, thanks to the diapers Tiffany wore, and used, maybe she should play it safe and not sit on the furniture, because if she leaked, that would only make it more difficult for her to clean. Not that she'd ever come close to leaking, yet it always felt like a possibility, and one she didn't want to risk. "You're doing so well, but... I feel like you're doing so much!"

"I am," Tiffany agreed. "I have to keep this whole apartment spotless!" Cassie grinned in a way that made Tiffany squirm in her seat a little, feeling the all too familiar squishiness of a soggy diaper beneath her. "Umm, can we talk about this later?" Tiffany blushed. "I need to go change, and..."

"Well," Cassie interrupted as Tiffany started to stand, "that's actually something I wanted to talk to you about."

"It is?" Tiffany's eyes lit up. Had Cassie changed her mind?! Tiffany wasn't supposed to use her toilet, and she'd had to agree that made sense at the time. If only one person was using it, then it would be easier to keep clean, right? Except, as Tiffany had come to realize, it was still time consuming for her to change her diaper... Perhaps more than it would be to deal with the toilet, since she was already cleaning that anyway... She hadn't been sure how to bring that up to Cassie, however, so she'd kept quiet; it was nice to see that Cassie had come to the same conclusion.

"It is," Cassie agreed. "And... Well, to be honest, it feels like you're being kind of wasteful, don't you think?"

"W-Wasteful?" Tiffany frowned, sitting back down. "What do you mean?"

"Could you please show me that diaper?" Cassie asked, and Tiffany automatically felt herself unzipping her jeans. "See?!" Cassie poked at the exposed padding with her toe, giggling at Tiffany's blush. "It's barely wet!"

Tiffany rolled her eyes. "That's easy for you to say... You don't know how it feels, and..." To her surprise, Cassie slipped something between her lips, something big and bulbous, seeming to fill up her entire mouth, almost. Tiffany whined, reaching up right away to try to pull it out.

"Please," Cassie sighed. "Could you just keep that in there?" Tiffany's hand moved back down to her lap obediently, and then, after feeling her diaper, peeking out from her unzipped jeans, bashfully slid down onto the floor instead. "That's better... I think this will be a big help. It's so difficult for us to have a discussion when we're both trying to talk over each other, isn't it?"

"But that's what a discussion is," Tiffany did her best to point out, but the thing in her mouth turned it into a nonsensical mumble. She could have taken it out, she supposed, but... Well, Cassie had asked her to keep it in, hadn't she? She fidgeted in her seat, moving the object around some more with her tongue in an attempt to get used to it.

"If you really need to do something with your mouth, you could try giving it a suck," Cassie suggested. "I've heard it can be soothing... I bet you would be pleased with it."

Tiffany furrowed her brow, a few dots struggling to connect themselves in her mind, and not quite making it. She wiggled the object with her tongue, then sucked on it, hating to admit that Cassie was right. She did feel a bit calmer after that...

"That's better," Cassie smiled, Tiffany blushing, realizing her roommate knew she'd obeyed. "All right, then, back to your diapers. You're just spending so much time changing yourself, and going through so many diapers... I bet you have to take the trash out twice as often now, thanks to how many you go through!" Honestly, there was a chance it was even more than that; Tiffany was glad she wasn't supposed to speak so she could correct her. "I think it would make more sense if you stayed in your diapers longer."

"B-But..." Tiffany pouted. It always made her feel so babyish, so helpless, sitting around in a used diaper... 

"What was that?" Cassie asked. "You don't know how to tell when you need a change? I'm more than happy to help. So, please, just wait until I tell you it's time, okay? Can you give that a shot?"

Tiffany groaned, but nodded her head. Maybe Cassie was right... She probably had more experience with this sort of thing... Tiffany had never babysat, or been interested in it. She had no idea if Cassie had or not, though it seemed more likely that she might have, and if she was taking charge, then surely she knew how best to handle this... Right?

"Of course, for me to be able to assist you with that, I need to be able to see your diapers more easily. It's easy in your maid uniform, but you can't wear that all the time, no matter how cute you are in it... These jeans are just a huge hassle, unfortunately. But, lucky for you, I found something I think is going to be a big help..."

She turned and walked out of the living room, Tiffany watching for a moment, unsure if she was meant to follow or not, before hopping up, awkwardly tugging her pants back up her legs as she waddled after her. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, finally seeing exactly what it was that Cassie had put in her mouth, her cheeks warming at the sight of what was clearly a pacifier, the words 'Mute Button' written on the front mockingly. She huffed, stomping her foot in embarrassment, determined to talk to Cassie about this... Doing that while it was in, however, was going to be difficult.

"Here we go!" Cassie returned, holding something behind her back. "Why did you put your pants back on, silly? Go on, take those off, please, and your shirt." Tiffany didn't particularly like undressing in front of other people, but she found herself doing it anyway... It would have been pointless for her to go all the way to her room to do it, wouldn't it? 

She dropped her outfit into a pile on the floor, and Cassie, finally, revealed what she'd been holding. Tiffany's nose wrinkled immediately, although, after the maid uniform, she shouldn't have been too surprised to see more pink, her least favorite color. "Oh, it's cute!" Cassie scolded. "Arms up, please!" She pulled the garment over Tiffany's head, yanking it down over her body, then snapping it up at the crotch, Tiffany glancing back in the mirror to see that it was, indeed, a onesie, the seat covered in ruffles, her diaper bulging obviously beneath it and peeking out of the legbands, leaving no question about what she was wearing. Between that, and the pacifier, she looked like an overgrown toddler.

"This is going to be so much nicer!" Cassie promised. "It's a nice, simple outfit... Easy to get into and out of so you can get into your uniform when it's time to clean. And it's only one piece, so that's less laundry for you to do! Plus, with these snaps, changing is simpler! And I'll be able to see when your diaper starts to droop, and I'll know that you're ready for a change!"

"B-But..." Tiffany found herself sucking on the paci without thinking about it, staring at her reflection, still shocked at what she saw gazing back at her. She was a adult, a college graduate, a tomboy... How had she wound up like this, in a diaper and pink, frilly onesie, nursing a pacifier?

"Aww, don't you like it?" Cassie asked, eyes big. "Well, okay... I only wanted to help... But if you don't want to wear that, then we can try something else."

She took Tiffany by the hand, leading her to her own bedroom, sitting her down on her bed, where the plastic sheet that she'd convinced Tiffany to put there crinkled beneath her as she scurried off, returning with several shopping bags. "I have other options!" she announced cheerfully. "I thought the onesie would be the best to start with, but how about this?"

She pulled out a dress, one that didn't seem any longer than the maid uniform, meaning Tiffany's diaper would certainly be visible under it. "Or we could try this," Cassie shrugged when she saw Tiffany's reaction, producing a pink plaid crop top. Tiffany had always made fun of Cassie for wearing that sort of thing, unable to even imagine herself going anywhere with that much skin showing... And yet, somehow, that felt like the best option so far. "Good choice!" Cassie beamed when Tiffany pointed to it, unsnapped the onesie and yanking it off her head, tugging the shirt down in its place. "Now I can really see your diaper, so I'll know the exact second you're ready for a change!"

Tiffany's eyes widened as she realized what Cassie's words meant; she'd assumed this was only part of the outfit! She couldn't be expected to run around the apartment like this, could she?! With her shirt coming nowhere near touching the waistband of her diaper, let alone covering it?!

"I think you're going to be very pleased with the new wardrobe I picked out for you," Cassie smiled. "It's all just one piece each, so all of it will help minimize the amount of laundry, and all of it makes your diaper so much easier for me to see and check. Isn't that nice?" She didn't wait for a response, just patted Tiffany on the head. "Now, to make this even easier for you, I think it would be a good idea for you to just take all those silly old clothes out of your closet and your drawers, and put these new ones in their place so you can find them more quickly. Don't you agree?"

Tiffany pouted behind her paci, though she had to nod; if Cassie had a point, and it seemed like she might, then it did make sense... "Oh," Cassie added, "and you might as well take those panties out of your drawers, too. You can fit more diapers in there that way! Just put all that stuff into these bags, and I'll take good care of them for you," she smirked. "And when you're finished, I think it'll be just about supper time."

Finally, Cassie removed the pacifier before she left the room, giving Tiffany a chance to ask, "Can I at least put some shorts on over...?" before she sauntered out. She didn't really need an answer anyway... Shorts would defeat the purpose of this new wardrobe altogether.

With a sigh, she started to clear out her clothes, her old, ratty jeans and big, baggy t-shirts, slowly replacing them with girly, lacy dresses and shirts and onesies. It really did make sense, but she found herself picking the pacifier back up and slipping it into her mouth, sucking quietly on it for comfort as she packed away what she normally wore, sliding it into the shopping bags, trusting that Cassie would keep her word and take care of it for her so she could get it back eventually.

Her underwear drawer was the hardest part, seeing the thin, subdued fabric, most of them in plain gray or black, slowly being replaced by bulky, pink - of course - piles of padding. Somehow, that made it all feel more real, knowing that she couldn't just go to her dresser, grab a pair of real undies, that all she'd find there now was more diapers... But she'd had the option to do that for a while now, and never had, and it was handier to have her diapers there, instead of in their package on the floor of her closet...

All of this, no doubt, was for the best. Cassie knew what she was doing! Why she thought that, exactly, she couldn't say, yet she was convinced that must be the case, as crazy as some of this seemed.

When she was finished, she dropped the bags off in Cassie's room and went to the kitchen, tying the apron Cassie had bought her for when she cooked on over her outfit, such as it was, as she walked over to the fridge, opening it up to take out the steaks she'd put in there to thaw, only to get a surprise. "Cassie?" she called, toddling to the living room, where the other girl was laying on the couch, looking at her phone. "Did you put one of the steaks back in the freezer?"

Cassie looked up at her. "I did... I just thought of a way to help reduce the number of dishes you have to do, and how much time you spend cooking."

"Ooh!" Tiffany's eyes lit up at that. She did hate doing the dishes, and cooking wasn't much better. "That sounds great!"

"I thought so," Cassie grinned. "Oh, what are you wearing, silly? If you aren't going to put on your uniform, there's no point wearing this and risking it getting messy while you cook!" She got up, taking Tiffany's top off, leaving her with only a diaper under her apron. "Okay, come on... I'll show you what I have in mind..."

And that was how Tiffany wound up sitting on the floor of the dining room in only her diaper, Cassie having told her she could get dressed again after she was done with the dishes, nursing a bottle of formula while Cassie sat at the table above, savoring the steak that Tiffany had cooked. It really wasn't that bad, she told herself... The formula had been super simple, and the jars of baby food that Cassie had got her for other meals would be even easier. She wasn't sure it had been any faster cooking for one person instead of two, but if Cassie was right about everything else, why wouldn't she have been about that, too?