CYOA: A Thief's Holidays - Chapter 2 (Story) (Patreon)

Well, it turns out I really needed to get in an extra chapter for the Thanksgiving part, so voting for this will be a little shorter than usual, but there will be an extra chapter this month, hopefully before Thanksgiving.

It would have been lying to pretend she wasn't a little excited, or at least intrigued, by the whole thing, but Sydney also wouldn't have minded if Hannah had forgotten, if Thanksgiving break had come and gone and the 'tweener had said nothing more about it. It almost seemed like that was going to be the case, too, the RA not paying any special attention to her if they passed in the halls, giving no indication that anything strange was happening...

Until the night before Thanksgiving break was going to start, when Syd got a knock on her door, opening it up to find Hannah on the other side. "Hi, there," Hannah smiled. "Can I come in?"

Syd suspected it wasn't really a question, that it was more for the benefit of anyone who might be passing by in the hall, so it wouldn't look like Hannah was barging in. "Sure," Sydney shrugged, moving aside.

"Wow," Hannah looked around the room as she stepped in. "This is a nice room... I think it might be bigger than mine!"

Sydney bit her tongue; had Hannah actually forgotten the reason for that, or was this some kind of veiled threat? It was bigger than Hannah's... Hannah's was meant for one person, whereas Syd's was a double. Her roommate, Vanessa, had been sent off to the littles' dorm not long before the semester had started, and no new littles had enrolled since then to take her place. There had been some rumblings - threats, perhaps - that they'd move in a bigger bed, have a 'tweener or even an Amazon live with her, but, fortunately, nothing had come from that.

Hannah closed the door behind her, glaring down at Syd. "All right," she said. "What did you decide?"

"Umm..." Sydney squirmed. "I mean, I guess if you want me to do it, I can help..."

"No," Hannah rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. You already said you were going to, and I'm not about to let you back out now."

"R-Right," Syd blushed. It couldn't be that easy... If that wasn't what Hannah was asking, the question could only be about one thing. "Well..." she glanced down at the floor bashfully. "I-I think you're right... D-Diapers would be best..."

"Huh," Hannah nodded in surprise. "You're smarter than you look. Most littles wouldn't admit that."

"J-Just for this!" Sydney clarified quickly. "I-I don't need them or anything, but..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Hannah brushed her off. "Chances are pretty good you would have wound up in them eventually anyway, so why not embrace it, right?"

That was, unfortunately, true, though Hannah had also made a good point that someone who showed up diapered would not be someone who would be suspected of being up to anything devious... And the 'grown-ups' wouldn't feel as compelled to keep an eye on her, to constantly ask if she needed to be taken to the potty. Of course, that meant that, most likely, that was because she'd be going potty in her pants, with no way to avoid it, probably, but it was only a few days.

"Well, I can see I made the right choice," Hannah told her. "I thought I might have to try to change your mind... Be ready to head out right after dinner tomorrow."

Sydney fidgeted. "D-Do I need to...?"

"I'll take care of everything," Hannah assured her.

The whole next day, as Sydney went to her last few classes of the week, she worried about it, wondering how bad it was going to be, if Hannah was going to make her walk through the dorm out to her car in whatever outfit she had in mind for her. Thankfully, when the time came, the 'tweener simply knocked on the door again, gave a nod when it opened. "Let's go."

It felt strange, going off on a trip and not taking anything. But what could she have brought? She didn't own any clothes that would accommodate diapers in general, and even if she did, she didn't know how thick Hannah was intending on going, so she couldn't plan accordingly. She'd considered bringing homework, or her laptop; would she have a chance to work on it? There was no guarantee, which made it feel more risky than necessary.

Hannah didn't even open the door for her, much less buckle her in, or tell her to sit in the back. It was surprisingly civil, and normal, and, for a few minutes, Syd let herself ponder if this was all a ruse, if Hannah had been lonely, and wanted to have a friend to spend Thanksgiving with.

And then Hannah pulled over at a gas station, despite the gauge showing a nearly full tank. "Go in and wait for me in the bathroom," she ordered. Sydney did as she was told, peeing and washing her hands before Hannah appeared, carrying what was unmistakably a diaper bag slung over her shoulder. Syd gulped, her decision starting to feel more real now, even before Hannah unzipped it, pulled out a bulky, folded diaper and declared, "Let's get you dressed, little one!"

She unfolded one of the changing tables from the wall, Sydney cursing the fact that this wasn't a restroom that kept them hidden inside stalls for privacy. There was a whole row of them, there on the wall, waiting for Mommies to changed their babies right in front of anyone who stepped inside... And, for now, Syd was one of those babies.

Away went her jeans, her panties, her shirt and jacket, tucked away into the bottom of the diaper bad while Syd watched, naked and nervous, hoping she hadn't made a mistake, that she'd see them again at the end of this trip. If Hannah didn't want her to, if she decided to keep them, to keep her this way... What was she going to be able to do to stop her?!

"There we go!" Hannah said, surveying her handiwork. "A nice, fresh slate!" She picked up the diaper she'd removed from the bag, and left sitting on the edge of the table, a constant reminder of what the next phase would be, unfolding it with a snap, laying it down right on the middle of the changing surface. "Whenever you're ready," she gave it a pat, a bolt of fear coursing through Syd at the sound of crinkling the contact made.

What was she doing?! She was willingly letting this happen?! She was having to not only accept it, but also initiate it, crawl on top of the diaper, as if this was what she wanted?! And... Well, if the alternative was staying here, in the chilly bathroom, with no clothes on... She supposed she did, in fact, prefer it.

Sighing, she plopped her bottom down in the center of the diaper, her stomach churning as she felt how thick it was, even before Hannah had sprinkled some baby powder on her and pulled the front up between her legs. Syd couldn't stifle a little whimper as she watched the tapes being fastened, sealing her in. "Good girl," Hannah cooed, producing something else from the diaper bag and helping Syd into it. It was a fuzzy, pink jumpsuit that encompassed her completely, covering her feet, her hands, her head with a hood that had a pair of bear ears attached to it, making her look like a stuffed animal, staring blankly out as she was held up to look at her reflection.

"See?" Hannah gave her a squeeze. "Nobody would ever suspect someone who showed up to their house looking like this!"

She rested Syd on her hip, carrying her out of the bathroom, through the gas station, to the car, where she opened up the backseat, and Sydney saw a carseat there, ready and waiting for her to be strapped into, giving her no way to stop the final indignity of the pacifier Hannah popped into her mouth, twisting with a slight hiss, the nipple expanding, filling her mouth.

Sydney whimpered, kicking her feet, pawing at the buckle, at the bulge of the diaper beneath her clothes, the mittens attached to her jumpsuit keeping her from being able to do anything about either... Not that she likely would have been able to anyway. She was utterly helpless, at Hannah's mercy... The girl could be doing anything she wanted with her, and there wasn't a thing Syd could do to stop her.

Thankfully, it seemed like Hannah really did take her to her Aunt Monica's house, judging by what happened when they stopped again, and Hannah picked her up out of the carseat, carrying her inside the large house she parked outside of. 

"Oh, look at you!" the woman who answered the door gushed, barely giving Hannah time to set Syd down before wrapping the larger girl in a hug, and plastering her face with kisses. "You look more grown up every time I see you!"

"I am grown up," Hannah scowled. "I'm in college, Aunt Monica!"

"I know, I know," Monica smiled condescendingly. "Such an adult now, aren't you?" She pinched Hannah's cheeks. "And you haven't been having any accidents at night lately, have you?"

"Aunt Monica!" Hannah turned bright red, stomping her foot, glancing over at Sydney. "I haven't done that in years!"

"If you say so," Monica responded, in a way that made Syd uncertain if she knew something or not. She could see Hannah getting uncomfortable, though it was hard to tell if she disliked Sydney overhearing her secret, or if she was afraid Syd would tell the other girls on their floor. Obviously, Syd wasn't about to go blabbing about how they spend the holiday weekend... Not when she was dressed like this.

"Don't you want to meet my little girl?" Hannah bent down, snatching Sydney up off the floor, shoving her into Monica's arms. "This is Sydney!"

"Oh, my goodness," Monica peered down at Sydney, sucking on her pacifier. "Look at her! She's so precious..."

Syd squirmed, eyes darting towards Hannah. She didn't like the way the RA had phrased that, the way she'd called Syd 'her' little girl... What, exactly, had she told her aunt?!

"Isn't she?" Hannah reached over, tickling Sydney's tummy through the fuzzy jumpsuit. "I mean, obviously nothing is finalized yet, and I wouldn't want it to be until after I graduated, but she needed someone to look after her, and how could I resist?"

"You can't!" Monica bounced Syd in her arms, patting her padded bottom, her expression turning confused.

"I just stopped to change her a few minutes ago," Hannah explained quickly. "I was afraid she was going to leak."

"Aww, that's too bad," Monica said. "Well, that's all right... There will be plenty more diaper changes before this trip is over for me to help with, huh, sweetie?" Sydney groaned into her paci, knowing that, unfortunately, was true. "Let me put you down so I can help your Mommy get unpacked."

She didn't set Syd down right away, however... She carried her into the living room, and placed her inside a baby walker instead, a cloth seat dangling in the center of a pink ring, plenty of buttons and dials and other things to play with in front of her, leaving her dangling just low enough for her feet to reach the floor so she could move the thing around in she wanted, with the help of the wheels underneath.

"Aunt Monica!" Hannah rolled her eyes. "I told you not to buy anything special for her yet! We have to make sure it all goes through, and..."

"I know, I know," Monica laughed her off. "I saw it in the store, though, and I couldn't say no!" She pushed one of the buttons on the walker, a pleasant little song starting to play. "Isn't that nice, Sydney?" she smiled. "All right, let's get your stuff, Hannah."

Syd watched them go, making a token effort to push herself up and out of this contraption before accepting that there was no way it was going to happen. She stepped forward, feeling the walker roll with her, but it was hardly efficient. And, after the song stopped, she couldn't quite stop herself from reaching over and pushing the button again, sucking her paci gently as she listened the to music, seeming to be aimed right at her.

She lost track of time a bit, probably just overwhelmed at everything, taken by surprise when Hannah plucked her out of the walker. "I think I'd probably better get her into bed for now," she said. "Long day, you know."

"Of course," Monica nodded, kissing both of them on the forehead. "You have a good night, cuties. I left you some extra supplies in your bathroom if you need them, Hannah!"

Hannah managed to wait until they were in their room to scowl and complain, "She is the worst." It took her another moment or two to realize that the reason she wasn't being agreed with was that she'd forgotten to remove Syd's pacifier. "Sorry," she said, unlocking it and pulling it out. "She is so annoying... She still acts like I'm some little kid! I bet she..." She put her hand on the bed, huffing in frustration at the sound of crinkling. "A plastic sheet! I haven't wet the bed in like ten years!"

"Gee, I'm so sorry," Syd told her sarcastically, looking down at herself, and at the crib set up on the other side of the room that she knew she was going to be spending the night in.

Despite the infantile accommodations, Syd did sleep very well. Hannah didn't even make her use her diaper, letting her take advantage of the bathroom attached to their room before taking her downstairs the next morning, though, of course, she did have to go back into a diaper when she was done. 

Monica was already up and about, in an apron, the smells of cooking wafting in from the kitchen as she peeked into the living room to check on them. "Good morning!" she beamed, giving Syd a big hug, picking her up and putting her down in the walker at the end, Syd's eyes immediately going back to the buttons, wanting to start pressing them again, listening to her music.

"She doesn't have to stay in that all the time," Hannah pointed out.

"Your cousins won't be here for a little while, so I need your help in the kitchen," Monica said. "This will keep her out of trouble."

"I can help, too!" Sydney offered without thinking, getting an annoyed glare from Hannah. 

Fortunately, Monica smiled and told her, "That's very sweet, dear, but you'd be a big help by staying here and having fun, okay?"

Syd nodded, thanking Monica for the bowl of dry cereal she placed on the tray of the walker for her, as Monica turned on the TV to the parade for her. "Don't fill up too much," Monica teased. "I'm making you lots and lots of yummy food, and I want you to try it all!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Syd replied obediently, popping a few pieces of cereal into her mouth. Hannah hung back for a moment, gesturing towards the doorway out of the living room, towards the rest of the house. Syd shrugged, looking down at the walker, and Hannah silently pointed at the wheels. It might not be ideal for scouting, but it would work... And it wasn't like Sydney would be able to get into it on her own, so, if Hannah let her out now, and Monica caught her, she'd know something was up. "Really?" Syd pouted.

Hannah hesitated. "I guess you are the expert," she admitted. "What do you want to do?"

Should Sydney...

Try to explore as much of the house as she could in the walker?

Ask to be let out to explore?

Or play in her walker like a good little girl?