Smart House - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

It was hard to tell how much time had passed, stuck in the corner, staring blankly at it, with nothing to do or look at there, nothing to keep her mind off of how her diapered bottom was showing behind her for anyone who walked into the room to see. Brigid couldn't help herself at first, squirming, aching to reach behind herself and rub her throbbing backside through the padding, until the nurse snapped, "Stay still, young lady!"

That was all it took... The woman didn't have to threaten her, or tell her that she was going to do anything else to her; Brigid had no doubt that anyone here was more than capable of disciplining her, and that they wouldn't hesitate... And she was skeptical that she could take anything more after what she'd already been through, and what was surely waiting for her once she got back home.

As humiliating as it was to admit, she had been getting almost used to the feeling of her Pull-Ups. She wouldn't say that she liked them, but, all in all, they weren't that bad... At least, not in hindsight, not while she had the far worse alternative taped snugly around her waist, crinkling loudly any time she disobeyed the nurse and shifted her position, every time sending a bolt of fear down her spine, terrified that the nurse would hear, and storm over there, bend her over the exam table, and produce a paddle of her own...

Of course, she had worn a diaper last night, though that was basically when she was going right into bed, meaning all she'd really had to do in it was toss and turn under her covers, and try in vain to get to the bathroom. And then, she'd been in the relative privacy of her home... Her home that recorded everything, that had a video of her seemingly failing to make it out her bedroom door before peeing her pants, with no context for the fact the door had been locked, so she'd never had a chance in the first place.

Now? Now, she was in a nurse's office at school, dressed up in a school uniform, thought to be a student by everyone there... A student who, according to her chart, had pooped her pants, despite her very best efforts to prevent that - efforts that had been successful as far as she was concerned, other than some skid marks, but had landed her in hot water with her teachers - and who, therefore, deserved to be in these diapers.

She heard the door open several times, sometimes followed by the sound of footsteps approaching as someone walked in, while other times the footsteps went the other way, as the nurse went to them. Either way, almost always they were accompanied, at some point, by giggling, as, she assumed, whoever had come to the door spotted her.

"That would never be you, would it?" the nurse said to one. "You're too good of a girl... And you know how to keep your pants clean." To another, she warned, "Watch it, young lady! If you get another demerit or two..."

Brigid couldn't say she was a fan of being used as an example that way. She wasn't a student here! And she definitely knew how not to mess her pants, when she was allowed to go to the bathroom when she asked! Not to mention that she shouldn't even have to ask permission! She was an adult! She was a partner in a law firm! She didn't deserve to be here, bottom freshly paddled and padded, stuck in time-out like a naughty toddler! It wasn't fair!

By far the worst visit, however, came later, and didn't have any giggling whatsoever. Right away, she could tell that something was different about this one, the knock sounding far louder, stronger, the nurse's tone quite different when she answered. "Oh, hello, sir," she said. "Come on in, I'll see if she's ready to get up."

Brigid swallowed; this must be the father of the girl in the back room! She wiggled in place, wishing she could bury herself in the wall in front of her, not wanting another grown-up to see her this way... 

And then, to her horror, the visitor spoke... And she recognized his voice immediately. "What happened to her?" he asked. Maybe he was asking about his daughter, Brigid told herself, heart pounding, knees trembling beneath her, threatening to drop her onto the floor as she realized that, of course, he would have been informed of what was wrong with that girl when he was called to pick her up, most likely.

"Her?" the nurse chuckled. "I wouldn't worry about that... I know it might seem extreme, but trust me when I tell you she earned every bit of that punishment... And your daughter has never come close to behaving the way she did."

Brigid squirmed, feeling his eyes on her bottom, scanning the bulky padding, the pink marks that were definitely peeking out from beneath it, showing him that she'd been spanked before she was put into it. Her fingers twitched, more desperate than ever to grab her skirt and yank it down, to try to hide it all, despite knowing, in her heart, that it was far too late.

"I knew the school used spanking as discipline," he mused. "I had to sign a release allowing it... I don't recall seeing anything about diapers."

"Well, that isn't discipline, per se," the nurse replied. "She has some potty training issues, too."

Brigid swallowed a protest, wanting to stomp her foot and deny that vehemently... But wanting more not to let him recognize her voice, or spend any more time staring at her than he had to, for fear that, somehow, his mind would realize where he'd seen the shape of her body before, who she was... If that happened, her career, her adult life, could very well be over...

"Oh, I see," he said. "A pity, at her age... But they all learn at their own pace, don't they?"

"If they want to," the nurse answered. "Usually, though, if they're still messing themselves at her age, it's because they've decided they don't."

Brigid groaned, gritting her teeth, hating that the nurse kept bringing that up, and framing it as a full accident - or, at the very least, keeping it vague enough to let everyone else assume that was what had happened. She may have been mere moments away from that, but she'd made it! She had won, as far as she was concerned! How dare this stupid nurse take that away from her in the eyes of everyone else?!

"My, my," he clicked his tongue. "I can see why you put her back in diapers, in that case."

Great... Now he was fully on board with the idea that she deserved these stupid things! There was no hint of the sympathy she was sure - or hoped, at any rate - she detected in his voice at the start of the conversation... And no fear that his daughter might wind up in her position. She, however much younger she was than Brigid in real life, didn't have those problems, didn't poop her pants like a pathetic little toddler... Only Brigid did that.

Maybe this was a good thing, though... Maybe, now that he saw her that way, there was no way he would make the connection, would be able to piece together her identity... As soon as she heard the nurse's footsteps moving away, she gave her hands what they'd wanted for so long, reaching up, fumbling with her skirt, frantic to yank it down and hide her shame, no matter if it was too late already or not... She couldn't stand the idea of him looking at her, now that the nurse had filled his head with all those thoughts about her... Thoughts that she wished she could call lies, yet, in the back of her mind, she knew they weren't, not really, not completely...

That was her fatal mistake; she couldn't even say it came out of nowhere, not when she'd been warned against it multiple times. She'd just thought she could do it before the nurse returned, and that the woman would leave it be until he was out of the room... In the depths of her humiliation, however, she couldn't quite make it work, couldn't find the hem of her skirt among all the fabric tucked into the waistband of her diaper, couldn't move fast enough...

"Ms. Benson!" the nurse's voice boomed disapprovingly. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Brigid froze, and, while part of it was definitely from being caught, more of it was the horror of hearing her name spoken out loud. She felt suddenly light-headed, knowing that might be all it took, the final piece of the puzzle that he needed... That was exactly what she hadn't wanted to happen, and now it had been spoken out loud, hanging heavy over the room...

She squealed as she noticed a warmth growing between her legs, rapidly spreading through her padding. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to stop it, raging at her bladder for betraying her now, for letting go out of fear at the worst possible time, making it look, no doubt, like that was what the nurse was berating her for doing.

"Well," Mr. Humphrey commented, "seems like you weren't lying about... Ms. Benson's... potty training..."

Brigid whimpered, head swimming. Was she imagining that pause before her name, the extra weight she felt he was putting on it? That was how she'd introduced herself to him at her law firm, at the meeting where she'd been trying to convince him to hire them... Where he'd seen her in this uniform, and she'd claimed it was only to give them input on it for the school...

What should she do?! He knew that she was an adult, obviously, and perhaps he could clear things up with the school, get her out of here... But maybe she was wrong, and he didn't know, for certain, that it was her. If she revealed that, after he'd been told about her pooping her pants, after he'd spotted the signs of her spanking, after he'd seen, first-hand, her wetting her diaper... How could he ever see her as a real grown-up again? How could he seriously consider allowing his company to use her firm?

"Ms. Benson!" the nurse scolded. "Why didn't you ask to be taken to the bathroom, you silly girl?"

There was no way Brigid would have done that in front of Mr. Humphrey, of course; she hadn't even really thought she needed to go that badly. She also hadn't known if she was allowed to speak up for that, when the nurse wanted her in the corner, un-moving and silent, though she had to admit it looked bad that she hadn't so much as tried before this.

"I'm sure she would have been happy to take you," Mr. Humphrey told her. "That's the personal level of service you can expect from this school."

Brigid felt like she'd been hit in the stomach by a load of bricks, the words knocking the air out of her for a moment. Those were the exact things she'd said to him at the meeting, when she'd done her best to explain away the meeting... There was no doubt now that he knew... And, she told herself after a couple seconds, once she'd recovered, and was struggling to soothe her battered ego at the idea of what she was considering, there was no reason not to tell him the truth, to beg for his help.

"Mr. Humphrey!" she exclaimed, spinning around, hating how desperate she sounded, how high and squeaky her voice was, how much she sounded like a little girl, and not the confident woman she wanted her clients to see her as.

By then, unfortunately, it was too late. The door was closing behind him, and his daughter, leaving her all alone, once more, with the nurse. "Oh, do you know him?" the nurse asked. "Do you go on play-dates with his daughter?"

Brigid blushed, swallowed, shook her head. "N-Not exactly..." He was right there, out in the hall... If she made a run for it, she might be able to catch up with him, try to explain the whole situation, tell him that none of this was her fault, that she'd bought a smart house that had decided she was a little girl, and dressed her like one, and enrolled her in this school, and hired her a babysitter that had forced her to come here instead of going to work... 

Did she really have any hope of getting past the nurse, however? This diaper was so big, so thick, and she had spent most of her time in it standing perfectly still, so she wasn't used to moving in it... Plus, her legs were already so much shorter than the other woman's. And, even assuming, somehow, that she made it, that she got through the nurse, standing directly between her and the door, and got out of the room, and reached Mr. Humphrey, there was no guarantee that he'd believe her. Would she believe someone telling her that story? Or would she assume it was someone making something, anything, up frantically, to avoid taking responsibility for their own actions?

"Come on," the nurse told her, pulling out a fresh diaper. "We might as well get you changed... There are no diaper rashes on my watch."

Diaper rash... That was something she had to worry about now, apparently. Not making a strong final argument, or winning her cases, or doing anything at all that had to do with being a big girl... Just being sure that she got her diapers changed in time to avoid getting a diaper rash...

"Y-Yes, ma'am," she sniffed, trudging over to the table.

"Aww, what's wrong, sweetie?" the nurse smiled softly. "I'm not THAT mad at you. After the state your trainers were in when you came here, I can't say I'm surprised about this."

"I'm not a baby," Brigid mumbled, almost more to herself than the nurse. "I'm not..."

The nurse chuckled, giving the crotch of Brigid's soggy diaper a pat. "If you say so," she shrugged, not sounding convinced in the slightest.

Brigid, of course, was sent right back to the corner when her change was finished, and she remained there until Carissa, finally, arrived. "I'm so sorry!" Carissa told the nurse. "I came as soon as I could, but I have classes of my own I had to go to!"

That didn't make Brigid feel any better... When she'd first seen the girl, she'd thought she was barely old enough to be out of college, but, apparently, she'd misjudged, and she was even younger than that... She gave herself the benefit of the doubt, reasoned that perhaps it was grad school, though she wasn't about to ask the girl to clarify, not wanting to know the answer, in case she was wrong.

"That's perfectly all right," the nurse assured her. "We had things well in hand here."

Brigid's cheeks burned as she turned around to face Carissa sheepishly. "It certainly looks that way," Carissa smirked, holding her hand out, Brigid obediently toddling over to her to take it. "Guess you shouldn't have been so stubborn this morning, huh? You wound up in a diaper after all!"

Brigid pouted when Carissa gave her diaper a pat, the action reminding her to once more try to yank her skirt back down, so she supposed she ought to have been grateful for it, since, otherwise, she might have let herself be walked out to Carissa's car with it still showing.

"Two," the nurse corrected her. "She had another accident while she was waiting for you."

"Brigid!" Carissa scolded. "You are not going back into those Pull-Ups for a long time, young lady!"

"No!" Brigid whined, finally able to stomp her foot in protest without running the risk of getting in trouble with the nurse. She wasn't going to let herself be reduced to full-time diapers, on top of everything else! She couldn't show back up to school tomorrow to face Mr. Dorley in diapers! Not after everything that had happened!

"Yes, Brigid," Carissa told her sternly. "We've tried and tried, and you are clearly nowhere near ready for them."

"I'm afraid she's right," the nurse knelt down to get closer to Brigid's level. "But don't worry... I'm sure one day you'll be ready to grow up."

"I am grown up!" Brigid fumed, but it was hardly convincing to the woman who had changed her into diapers twice, and Carissa already knew the truth, and didn't care. 

"You can throw your little tantrum when we get home," Carissa rolled her eyes. "Tell the nice lady thank you so we can leave."

Brigid pouted, but a swat to the seat of her diaper got her moving, and obeying. "Th-Thank you," she sniffed at the nurse.

"You're welcome, dear," the nurse gave her a hug, patting the girl's bottom gently. "I'm happy to help."

That wasn't the word Brigid would have used to describe what the woman had done, but this wasn't the time for arguments. Quietly, she shuffled through the halls, out to Carissa's car to be buckled into the back seat. She had a few seconds while Carissa walked around to the driver's side where she could have undone the seatbelt, thrown open the door, made a run for it... Where would she go, though? Anyone around here was probably familiar with St. Lucie's, and their uniform, and would take her back if they saw her wandering around on her own... And even if she could get back home by herself, that was where Carissa was headed in the first place, and Pat, who had no choice other than to wait for her there, would be unhappy if she showed up alone while Carissa was searching for her.

Should she have made an attempt anyway? Maybe... As the adult she was claiming, so often, to be - a claim that real adults never really had to make, she told herself, since it should be obvious - she should be able to come up with some plan, some way to get herself out of this mess...

She didn't even reach up to try the door handle, however, didn't do anything other than slump in her seat and sulk, wiggling as she struggled to find a comfortable position to sit in, the padding of her diaper not enough to totally protect her from the residual discomfort of her spanking. She told herself it was because Carissa probably had child locks on her car, so there was no point...

She didn't know that for certain, of course, had no way of knowing it without giving it a shot... But, at this point, what did it matter? There was no escaping this, no going fully back to her old, adult life, unless Mr. Humphrey took mercy on her and didn't mention this to the rest of her firm, which, at least in her current state of mind, felt very unlikely to Brigid.

"Wow," Carissa commented as she slid into her seat, closing her door behind her, turning to smirk at Brigid in the back seat. "I should be mad, I had to come out here, but I'm almost impressed... Back in diapers and expelled before lunchtime, on your first day..."

"E-Expelled?" Brigid gulped, the word sounding very big and scary, even after reminding herself that she'd graduated long ago, that it didn't matter what happened with her at this school, that this was probably for the best, in the long run, since it meant they couldn't make her go back... Except, of course, for the fact that...

"Pat is not going to be happy about this," Carissa chuckled. Brigid sank down further in her seat, nibbling her lip anxiously, knowing that Carissa was right, and already dreading what the AI was going to do about it.