Living With A Brat (Patreon)

"How do you put up with her?" Sage whispered, even though Darla was halfway across the restaurant by then, and there was no way she could have overheard. "She is the biggest brat I've ever met... And I've babysat a lot of four year old girls in my time."

Tori had to stifle a giggle at that, a part of her wondering if her friend had put it that way for a reason, if she knew... But she couldn't imagine how that would have happened if Darla hadn't told her, and she certainly couldn't imagine the girl doing that. "Oh, you know how it is," she shrugged noncommittally. "You learn to live with it, I guess... And I can't afford the rent on my own."

"You could find a better roommate," Courtney said bluntly. "Like, I bet you could put an ad on Craigslist and find someone better. There's no way she actually helps with the chores, right?"

"You'd be surprised," Tori replied. "I wouldn't want to kick her out onto the streets anyway... I doubt she'd have much luck convincing anyone else to live with her."

"Good point," Sage nodded. "Still... I hate that you have to put up with that..."

"I have my own ways of dealing with it," Tori smiled mysteriously, but the rest of her friends weren't able to pry it out of her before Darla returned, looking around suspiciously as the conversation - or, rather, the playful teasing it had devolved into - instantly fizzled out.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Nothing," Tori told her. "Sit down and eat."

Darla glared at the rest of the table, a pout forming on her face, knowing they were keeping something from her, but she did as she was told anyway, plopping down in her seat, picking up one of the french fries she'd already made the waitress replace once, when her original order was too crispy. "They're cold," she whined as soon as she touched one, lifting a hand to get the waitress's attention again.

"Don't you dare," Tori snapped. "You're the one who went to the bathroom as soon as she brought them."

"I was gone, like, two minutes!" Darla huffed. "They should stay warm longer than that! And what was I supposed to do, pee my pants?!"

"Well..." Tori shrugged, chuckling along with the rest of the table at her 'joke', and Darla's flustered reaction to it, squirming in her seat and telling them all they were being mean, her default reaction to anything she didn't like.

It was, in fact, the same reaction she had when they got back to their house that evening, and Tori ordered her to fetch the paddle. "But I didn't do anything!" she stomped her foot. "You're so mean to me!"

"You were very, very rude to our waitress," Tori reminded her. "And to our friends, after they hurt your feelings. You made a whole scene about your stupid french fries, you kept sneaking sips of my drink after you promised me you were going to be the designated driver so I could really enjoy myself..."

"It looked too good!" Darla complained. "I didn't even have that much!"

"You don't need much!" Tori sighed. "You were tipsy after few, so I had to stop drinking because I already knew you weren't safe to drive!"

Darla pouted, crossing her arms. "It looked so pretty! I couldn't help myself!"

"You never can, can you?" Tori shook her head. "And that's why you need this spanking, young lady. Now, go get the paddle, and get into the position, or I'm putting you in diapers afterwards for disobedience."

That changed Darla's tune, as it always did, melting her brattiness away in a flash, sending her scrambling to her punishment room to fetch the paddle Tori was going to use to spank her bottom pink, trying to ignore the crib there, the changing table, the high chair, the shelves full of big, fluffy diapers, knowing that any of them could be used on her at any moment... As, thanks to her behavior, they very often were.

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There definitely had to be a part of Darla that enjoyed all this, despite how much she claimed she didn't... She chose to remain here, after all. Tori didn't know where she would have gone if she left, other than back to her parents - the one part-time job Darla had managed to not get fired from didn't pay enough for her to get a place of her own - but she wasn't forcing the girl to stay. 

Tori, on the other hand, didn't really need her to help pay for anything, which was a good thing when the girl's pay looked more like a teenager's allowance than what an adult would bring home from a real job. It was a good cover story for why she kept her around, and that was about it... Her aunt had died a couple years ago, and left her quite a nice inheritance, enough that she could live comfortably on her own salary, and afford all these fun toys for Darla.

Darla claimed she didn't like them, said that she hated Tori whenever she used them, that she was being mean and unreasonable... But she never changed her own behavior, or seemed to make an attempt to avoid it. If anything, she'd become more of a brat since this had begun, devolving back into a fussy teenager, rather than the rude twenty-something she'd started out as. And, at times, she went even further back than that, usually helped along by a nice, bulky diaper taped snugly around her waist.

In a lot of ways, that was when she was the most tolerable, the easiest to live with... Sometimes, Tori wondered if she did that on purpose, if she was trying to encourage Tori to do it more often, or if the reaction was purely involuntary, the thick padding bringing up some otherwise hidden, sweet side of the girl when she felt it crinkling around her waist... That was why, most of the time, it was the go-to form of discipline, unless Tori really wanted to make an impact, as a good paddling always did.

Darla had been diapered up when she'd made the suggestion, in fact. "Why don't we have a party here, for July 4th?"

"Really?" Tori was hardly able to believe it. "You hate hosting parties... You only like going to them if you know I'm not going to volunteer to stay behind and help clean up, and make you do it with me. You know that, if we have one here, we're going to have to do all of that ourselves, right?"

Darla rolled her eyes. "Duh... Of course I do! But everyone else always invites us over... Don't you think it would be nice to return the favor?"

"What if someone stumbles on your punishment room?" Tori asked. "I don't have a lock on that door, and I'm not going to put one on before then."

Darla squirmed, diaper rustling beneath her. "Well... I'm sure people won't snoop too much if we ask them not to, right?"

Clearly, Darla didn't know their friends that well... Or, perhaps, there was some part of her that wanted that. It wasn't so big of a surprise... She always seemed to drop veiled jokes about it when they were around, like she was testing the waters. And maybe she wanted to be this version of herself around them, to not always be the bratty little sister of the group... Although, this was really one going to change one part of that phrase, at best.

"If you want," Tori shrugged. "The prep is going to have to be all on you, though. I don't have time for..."

"I can do it!" Darla promised. "I'll do it all on my own!"

But a promise made when she was in little mode didn't mean much after Tori decided she was ready to come back out of diapers. Like flipping a switch, that helpfulness vanished, and any time Tori brought it up, she'd brush it off. "I still have time," she said. "No need to do too much now, it'll just get dirty again before the party."

"It's only a few days away," Tori warned, packing up for a business trip into the city she had right before the holiday. "And you're going to have to buy food, too, and paper plates, and..."

"I know!" Darla snapped. "I have it under control!"

Tori gave her numerous reminders every time she called to check on things, and Darla swore she was taking care of it. She was more concerned with what she was going to wear to the party, insisting she didn't have anything that felt right, until Tori took the hint and told her she'd buy her something cute from the city.

When Tori returned, however, Darla hadn't even gotten started... If anything, the house was more of a mess, and the fridge more empty. And when Tori showed her the outfit she'd picked out for her, she'd turned her nose up at it, because it wasn't from her favorite designer.

"I know they have a store there," she sniffed. "I thought you'd get the hint..."

"All right," Tori sighed, fighting to keep her temper under control. "Well, it's too late to cancel now... I'll run to the store, you get to cleaning."

"Can't I go to the store?" Darla whined. 

"No, you can't," Tori glared at her.

"Why not?" Darla sulked.

"Because I don't think they're going to let you in when you're wearing only a diaper," Tori folded her arms. "Because you're definitely going back in a diaper, young lady, for lying to me... And because you're being so ungrateful for the clothes I bought for you, I'm going to take away the ones you're wearing now. I'm sure that will help you appreciate your new outfit more."

That had, of course, triggered a tantrum, but Tori was too fed up to care, spanking the girl and diapering her. "And don't even think about putting anything else on over that while I'm away," she warned, giving the diaper a pat, "or I might make you stay like that until after the party."

"Tori!" Darla squealed, looking down at herself. "Y-You can't...!"

"Babies run around in just their diapers all the time," Tori shrugged. "Especially on hot, summer days like this..."

"B-But..." Darla squirmed.

"Or you could just stop fussing and do as you're told," Tori told her. "Go get the vacuum."

"You're so mean," Darla grumbled, toddling off.

"This was your idea!" Tori shouted as a reminder, before heading out to the store, hoping it would still be open, and still have everything they'd need. It was hardly shocking that Darla wasn't finished by the time she was done, though she had done more than Tori expected.

"Not bad," she admitted. "But you'd better pick up the pace... You know little girls who wear diapers have to take naps."

"I don't have time to take a nap!" Darla insisted.

"Not if you don't hurry up," Tori agreed. "But you're going to take one either way... Even if I have to wake you up from it partway through the party." Tori could see the panic setting in as Darla imagined that, the girl's mind racing as she wondered how she would explain that... It was, as anticipated, a very good motivator, and, while it wasn't as good as it would have been if she'd taken her time and done it properly, she soon had the house looking presentable, at least.

"Good work," Tori patted her on the head. "Now, let's get you into your crib for a nap... I actually bought you something else while I was away, and I think now is the perfect time for it!"

Darla's reaction to her big girl outfit had been less than enthusiastic, but it was nothing compared to now, as Tori produced the sweet little onesie she'd found, baby blue and fuzzy, intended to make the wearer look like a teddy bear, complete with a hood that had ears, a bow attached to one of them. Tori had gotten her plenty of tutus, and frilly dresses, yet this was, by far, the most overtly infantile thing she'd ever presented her with.

"I can't wear that!" Darla blushed, shaking her head, eyes wide, as she wiggled on the changing table, getting taped into a fresh diaper.

"Why not?" Tori smiled. "It's perfect for you! It's going to be so nice and cozy to nap in..."

"I'm not taking a nap!" Darla yelled grumpily. "I'm not sleepy, and I'm not a baby, and you can't make me!"

"Oh, my," Tori chuckled, watching the display. It was almost like Darla knew what was coming, was making one last stand to preserve her bratty self... But she was no match for Tori. "Well, I know what always tires you out..."

Darla let out a squeak, shaking her head. "No!" she gasped. "N-No, I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean..."

It was too late, though, and before she knew it, she was getting her bottom filled with a warm, soapy enema, then made to kneel in the corner of her punishment room, her new onesie cradling her extra-thick diapers snugly against her sore, already-cramping bottom, and letting them peek out from the legholes cutely.

And that was when the doorbell rang. "Uh-oh!" Tori cooed. "Looks like the party's starting!"

"N-No!" Darla gasped. "D-Don't let them in now!"

"This is when you invited them," Tori said. "If you hadn't been such a brat, you wouldn't be in this position."

Darla shivered, looking back over her shoulder. "Y-You're not going to... let them see me like this, are you?"

Tori didn't reply, but Darla got her answer not long after, as the room filled with their friends, giggling and cooing over the transformation. "Oh, my God!" Courtney exclaimed. "She's so adorable like this!"

"Isn't she?" Tori smiled. "And so sweet, too... She even finger-painted that pretty picture over there, just for me!"

"Aww!" Sage knelt down next to Darla. "If I babysit for you sometime, sweetie, will you make one for me?"

Darla groaned, bouncing desperately in place as her tummy rumbled. "I-I don't need a babysitter..."

"So cute," Tori shook her head. "She thinks she's still big! But, seriously, you won't believe how much nicer she is like this... Which is why I'm going to keep her this way, from now on. So, obviously, she's way too little to take care of herself, so we'd love to have you help!"

"No, we wouldn't!" Darla kicked her feet. "You can't do this! I'm not a baby! I'm a grown-up, and..."

Her words cut off suddenly, and, as everyone watched, the seat of her diaper began to swell, her face turning pink as she helplessly filled it up, proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, just how wrong everything she'd just said was.