Help, Please - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

"Oh, wow," Charlotte held up the sweatshirt, looking at it in surprise. "Are you sure you're getting rid of this? She used to wear it all the time... It always looked so cozy!"

"Of course," Cassie nodded. "Everything must go, you know... It'll make it easier for the move."

Charlotte pulled the sweatshirt over her head, trying it on. "I love it," she grinned. "I think it fits better on me than it did on her!"

"It so does," Cassie agreed. "What about these jeans?" She tossed a pair over for Charlotte to try on. "Tiffany definitely doesn't have any use for these, with how much she needs her diapers! These won't go on over those... It would be a waste to keep them around if she never wears them, and..."

"Hey!" Tiffany squeaked, peeking her head into her room in disbelief, toddling over to Charlotte, hands snatching at her clothes. "Those are mine!"

Cassie took her by the shoulder, pulling her away. "Now, Tiffy, we talked about this," she sighed. "We'll get you new things for the new place with the money we get from these... Or we can get you some more toys, or diapers."

"I don't need more diapers!" Tiffany insisted, eyes turning to one of the few things their friends weren't browsing through to see if they wanted, the stacks of diaper packages piled up in one corner of the room. She was certain their delivery person knew exactly what they were by now when the boxes arrived, especially since she always answered the door in her maid uniform, her current diaper quite visible beneath the tiny skirt.

"Don't be silly," Cassie patted her on the head. "You can never have too many."

"Hey, that's my favorite book!" Tiffany whined, waddling to another one of their friends. "It's a first edition!"

"Come on, Tiffy," Cassie shook her head, giving her friends a long-suffering sigh. "I think you need a nap."

"No, I don't!" Tiffany stomped her foot.

"You're only proving to me  more that you do," Cassie said. "You know keeping rested is an important part of your job... You can't keep things clean if you're too exhausted to do it properly."

Tiffany pouted, but gave Dusty a hug. "Okay," she grumbled, letting herself be led into the living room, where Cassie had set up a playpen for her, constructed out of a few pieces of colorful plastic fencing, formed into a circle, a nest of blankets and pillows in the center, with a few toys there, to keep her occupied.

"It'll be easier for you to keep the apartment clean if you stay in one spot when you aren't working," Cassie had explained it. "And this way, you'll always know where that spot is!"

Tiffany hadn't been so sure about that, especially at first, as she sat there inside it, watching Cassie get to freely wander around the living room, leaving drink cans and candy wrappers wherever she pleased, making more of a mess than Tiffany felt like she ever would have, but there was something weirdly comforting about it, about having her own space. It was very handy now, getting her out of the way while their friends picked over her grown-up possessions.

"Go on, curl up," Cassie purred, Tiffany obeying, resting her head on one of her pillows. Cassie pulled the blanket up over her, pausing only to give Tiffany's diapered bottom a pat. "Someone's soggy!" she teased. "I think it can wait until after your nap, though, don't you?"

Tiffany had no idea; she hadn't noticed she was wet until just now. "If you say so," she shrugged, cuddling up with Dusty as Cassie tucked her in. That was how it always went anyway... She changed when Cassie said she could, so there was no reason to get worked up about it beforehand.

"Very good," Cassie smiled. "You're such a good girl..."

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Tiffany had assumed that, since their lease was up, and Cassie had decided they were going to move into a new apartment, that she would be responsible for getting the new place ready, for doing all the decorating and such. Instead, Cassie left her in charge of their current one, packing up and getting it squeaky clean to ensure they'd get their entire security deposit back. Tiffany had barely even gotten to see where she was moving, and when she had, it was only in pictures, but it did look nice, from what those showed.

This would have been the perfect opportunity for her to move out on her own... Cassie could surely find another roommate, and Tiffany might be able to as well; her cleaning skills should make up for her diapers, and most of their friends loved to coo over how cute she was in the diapers anyway, so they might not even be a detriment. She never gave that any serious thought, however. Why should she? Cassie had been such a big help to her... 

Finally, moving day was upon them, and Tiffany put on her uniform to help move the last of their boxes that Cassie hadn't slowly been taking over herself as she got things ready. Tiffany was excited to see what her new room would look like, and, to her surprise, Cassie had already decorated it.

To her even bigger surprise, Cassie had decorated it like a nursery. The wallpaper was soft pastel colors, with pictures of baby animals all over it, and the shelves that had once held Tiffany's books and movies were filled with coloring books and preschool videos, bragging about how they could teach her the alphabet, or how to count. Stuffed animals and toys spilled out of a toy box, and there was a rail around her bed, turning it almost into a crib.

"What is this?" she looked around in confusion.

"I wanted to give you a nice, relaxing environment," Cassie told her. "You work so hard, sweetie... You need to learn to take it easy."

Cassie was, of course, the reason she had so much to do, but Tiffany did appreciate the sentiment. "B-But where's all my stuff?" she asked. "I know you didn't sell everything."

"I'm looking after all that," Cassie assured her.

"But why?" Tiffany pouted. "Why can't I have it here? It's mine, and..."

"I have a bigger room," Cassie replied. "It's easier."

Cassie's room really was much larger, Tiffany had to admit when she saw it. The whole apartment was far bigger than what they'd had before, and, as she was led through it, she felt a twisting in her tummy, thinking about how much work it was going to be to keep it all clean. There was even a third bedroom for her to worry about now!

She didn't like to question Cassie too much - the girl always had an answer, and it made her feel kind of silly and dumb when she heard what it was, for not having thought of it herself - but she couldn't help wondering out loud, "Do we really need a guest room? We don't have people over that often..."

"Of course we do," Cassie smirked. "I told you, I want you to learn to relax..."

Tiffany frowned, furrowing her brow, not seeing the connection between those things... Until later that day, when Charlotte and Lara came by, with some boxes of their own. Tiffany was in her playpen by then, in one of her typical crop top and diaper combos, sucking happily on her paci. She pulled herself to her feet when she saw Charlotte come in, mumbling to Cassie, "Should I help?"

"No, you're fine," Cassie said, turning to look at the door with a smile. "They have it all under control."

Tiffany followed her gaze, eyes widening as she saw Lara. She did recall Cassie telling her that Lara was interested in being a maid, and Tiffany had taught her how to put on a diaper, and do some basic cleaning, but that had been a while ago now, so she wasn't prepared to see her in full maid uniform, her diaper peeking out from beneath the skirt. She must have gotten her wish after all! Tiffany was happy for her, waving and calling out, "Hi!"

Lara gave her one look and snickered, making Tiffany shift in her seat, feeling her damp diaper squish beneath her. "Don't be rude!" Charlotte scolded, giving Lara's padded bottom a sharp swat.

"S-Sorry, ma'am," Lara replied meekly, scurrying down the hall with her box.

"You see?" Charlotte told Cassie with a shrug. "I did my best, but I can't quite get her there on my own..."

"Oh, don't worry," Cassie smiled. "I'm more than happy to finish up her training for you."

"What do you mean?" Tiffany asked, shrinking back a bit as Cassie and Charlotte faced her at the interruption, as if they'd totally forgotten she was even in the room with them.

"Well, Tiffy," Cassie walked over to the playpen, "in order for you to really relax, you need to stop worrying about all those pesky big-girl responsibilities you have around the house, so you have more time to focus on stress relieving activities... But that means somebody else is going to have to pick up the slack. And that's where Lara comes in."

"Lara's moving in?" Tiffany stared up at Cassie.

"Well, of course," Cassie replied. "She's going to be such a big help here..."

She started by putting something together in the living room, while Tiffany played with her dolls. Tiffany didn't recognize it at first while it was being assembled, and got distracted by her game enough that, at some point, she stopped wondering what it was, assuming it was something boring like shelves. She was snapped out of her reverie by Lara grabbing her by the hand, yanking her up and leading her out of the playpen, to the other side of the living room, over to...

A changing table. "Why is it here?" she blushed, glancing over at Cassie and Charlotte, sitting on the couch. "Shouldn't it go back in my room?"

"I know you aren't used to having somebody else change your diaper," Cassie said. It was true... Cassie never did it. "I thought you'd feel more comfortable if it happened here, where I can keep an eye on you."

Tiffany sucked on her paci, squirming. That made sense, she supposed... But it also meant that anyone else who was here - like Charlotte now - would be able to see! But Cassie must know what she was doing...

"Come on," Lara pushed her up onto the changing table. "You're soaked! You really need those diapers, huh?"

Tiffany blushed. "Y-You're wearing them, too," she pointed out.

Lara didn't seem to hear her, or care. "You are such a baby," she chuckled. "I can see why you're not allowed to be a big girl anymore."

"I am, too!" Tiffany whined. "I can do this on my own! Cassie just wants me to relax!"

"Whatever you say," Lara cooed, not sounding convinced at all, even before she added a mocking, "baby," to the end.