Holly & Elizabeth - Chapter 15 (Patreon)

"Come on," Drew coaxed. "You're almost done!"

Elizabeth groaned, squirming in her high chair, certain she could feel her tummy bulging out against her snug onesie just as much as her diaper was. For someone used to a very light breakfast, a granola bar, or perhaps, if she was being naughty, a pastry, the bowl of oatmeal had felt absolutely gigantic...

And that was disregarding what she knew about it, how it was designed to get her bowels working. It definitely felt like it was working at that, too, though maybe only because there was so much of it in her now, and spattered across her bib and face. She kicked her feet, frustrated... But, ultimately, defeated, every other spoonful of mush having proven to her that there was nothing she could really do to avoid it.

She sighed and opened her mouth, accepting the final spoonful, piled high from Drew scraping the sides of the bowl, cleaning it out as best he could. He didn't want her to miss a single bite, and, apparently, she wasn't going to, since she didn't have it in her to fight back anymore, not that she'd dared to do a lot of that in the first place.

It wasn't her fault, she reminded herself. She was playing a part, pretending to be Holly... She might get fussy at mealtime, but she wouldn't have the guts to resist any more than a wrinkled nose and a turn of the head, so she couldn't do much more than that.

If she could have, however, if it had been all up to her... Well, what else would she have done? She'd like to believe she'd come up with something; she just had no idea what. Whether Drew knew her true identity or not, he had her locked into this high chair, and there was no way out until he decided she was ready. Nannies didn't buy cheap equipment for their nurseries, so she wasn't going to find some weakness that would let her slip out, even if she had the opportunity, not without a plan already in mind.

And she definitely didn't, Drew watching her like a hawk as he shoveled spoonful after spoonful of oatmeal into her gullet, and Annika having long since finished stripping the bedding from her crib and taking it to the washing machine. Elizabeth had hoped, briefly, she might take over, but she'd simply stood back, observing, a smile on her face.

Now, as Drew pulled the spoon out of Elizabeth's mouth for the last time, setting it down in the empty bowl, Annika stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Drew's neck to give him a kiss on the lips. "You are such a natural!" she gushed. "You might be a better babysitter than me!"

"Oh, I'm sure that's not true," Drew chuckled.

"It better not be," Annika warned playfully. "I don't want you stealing my clients!"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, wiggling in her seat, a captive audience as the two began to make out right in front of her, inevitably bringing memories of doing the same with Drew bubbling up in her mind, reminding her how good it had felt. It had almost been a shame, the idea of reducing him back to diapers, but that was part of the fun...

Of course, that hadn't worked out anyway... Somehow, he'd wound up back in her orbit, at exactly the time when she, herself, was the one in diapers. It was too much of a coincidence to really be one... Right? Maybe Drew had done some research on her, discovered her real name, and it had led him here... If it had been any time other than now, however, it wouldn't have been her. So, had Holly contacted him? Had he attempted to get in touch with her, gotten Holly, and the two of them came up with this scheme together? That certainly made more sense than Holly coming up with this whole thing on her own... Or was this just a matter of very, very bad timing?

"Can I get down?" she whined after a minute, shoving on the tray. It felt in-character to do it now, when she wanted out, and it could be good intel for later, for if she got put back in there. She knew it wasn't likely that it would do her any good, but it was worth a shot... Or so she'd thought. Even with her expectations low, she was shocked at how solid it was, how little the tray moved, not so much as giving her a satisfying jiggle. It might as well have been carved from one piece of wood, even though it definitely hadn't, considering she'd seen him attach the tray.

A part of her had to begrudgingly admit that she could see why Holly hadn't been able to escape, why she'd grown so docile... Still, after all these years, surely Nanny had slipped up at some point, had given her some chance... And Annika would do the same, hopefully sooner rather than later.

"Sorry," Annika pulled away from Drew's mouth, staring up at him with a giggle, leaving Elizabeth unsure if she was apologizing to her or to him. "Here we go..." She untied the bib, unlocked the tray, and took it out, handing it to Drew so she could lift Elizabeth out of the chair, setting her down on the floor. "There you are! Go play!" 

Annika placed the tray back onto the chair, ignoring Elizabeth to return to gawking at Drew. "I think it's really hot when a guy helps out with looking after the little ones," she flirted. "Especially when he's so good at it..."

Elizabeth was almost uncomfortable at how much sexual tension she could feel between them, somewhat worried at how far they were going to go with her in the room. Probably, they'd excuse themselves to another room before too long, and that would give her the privacy she wanted, and needed, to figure out her escape... She'd be lying if she claimed she was happy about that, however, that she didn't feel a bit of possessiveness, no matter how definitively her relationship with Drew had ended, or how obvious it was that Annika and Drew had already consummated their own relationship... Even just here, in this house, in the past twelve hours, Elizabeth was well aware they'd done so multiple times...

Despite that, she knew it was a good thing for her. This might be the perfect time for her to take a visit to the time-out stool. If she could work it out exactly right, land herself there, without any further punishments, then Annika and Drew might take that opportunity to go elsewhere... They wouldn't want to stand around while they waited for her corner time to be over, and they weren't going to cut her discipline short just so they could go into the bedroom... Most likely...

What was she going to do, though? How was she going to thread the needle of deserving to be punished, but not enough for a spanking? She could endure one of those if she had to, yet she preferred to avoid it if she could, especially while Drew was there, whether he delivered it, or merely watched while she got it... Neither sounded appealing.

Fortunately, Annika gave her the angle she needed, when one didn't come to her. "Now, Holly," she said, peering down at the smaller girl in her diaper and frilly onesie, "what do you say to Uncle Drew?"

"Huh?" Elizabeth was genuinely confused at first.

"What do you say to Uncle Drew for giving you your breakfast?" Annika repeated.

Elizabeth did feel dumb at the clarification. She should have known that was what the sitter had meant, not least of all because she'd made her do the same for the bottle at bedtime, the one that, she hoped, had made her wet the bed... Considering she knew this meal had been meant to prompt something even worse, at some point today, it was easy to slip into a naughty mode from there, to act like her first question was more defiance than ignorance.

"I didn't think you'd want me to tell him that," she said, wide-eyed, voice dripping with feigned naivety. "If you insist..." She stuck out her tongue, blowing a raspberry. "That's what I think of your breakfast!"

"Holly!" Annika scolded, giving her a swat on the bottom. Elizabeth barely felt it through her diaper, though it did make her worry she'd gone too far... It was too late to back out now, however.

"Well, it's true!" Elizabeth huffed. "It was gross, and there was too much of it, and I didn't like it!"

"Holly!" Annika repeated. "You know better than that! You're awfully cranky for someone who just got up!"

"That's because Uncle Drew made me eat that yucky oatmeal right away!" she sulked, crossing her arms. 

"It's the same as you eat every day," Annika reminded her.

Of course it was... Elizabeth had known that, but since it was Holly who actually had to put up with it, she'd let it slip her mind for a moment. "It's better when Mommy gives it to me," she improvised. "He made it icky!"

"Stop that right now!" Annika demanded. "He was nice enough to feed you, or else it really would have been gross... It would have gotten cold if you'd had to wait for me to finish cleaning up the mess you made in your crib!" She punctuated eat use of 'you' with another whack on Elizabeth's padded backside, emphasizing how it had all been her fault.

"It's okay," Drew stepped in, to Elizabeth's surprise. "She just misses her Mommy."

"Nuh-uh!" Elizabeth shot back quickly, defensively. "I could have fed myself!"

Annika snickered, kneeling down in front of Elizabeth. Elizabeth had to assume it was no coincidence the taller girl positioned herself so that she got a perfect view down her low-cut top, the same way she had when they'd first met, a reminder of which of them was the more mature, the 'older' in this scenario, even if it wasn't the case chronologically. "Don't be silly," she chided. "You are far, far too little for that."

There was no way Nanny fed Holly all of her meals... Would she make the sitters she hired do that, though? It was possible, to further embarrass Holly... Or Annika may have decided that on her own. Either way, she tone she used left no doubt she was serious, that she wasn't playing, that she had no intention of allowing Elizabeth to hold her own spoon while she was under her care, perhaps because of this outburst... Which was not, at all, what Elizabeth had wanted.

"I am not!" she stomped her foot. "I'm a big girl!"

She couldn't exactly blame them for laughing at her, no matter how much it stung. Next to them, in that outfit... 'Big girl' definitely was not the first phrase that came to mind regarding her, even ignoring all the things they'd done already to care for her, the diapers they'd changed, what Annika had seen her do in those diapers on the car ride here...

"I am!" she shrieked, only somewhat amping up her reaction for her 'audience.' "I'm a big, big girl, and you hafta treat me like one!"

"Trust me," Annika replied, "I know just how you need to be treated, you little brat. You need to go back into your crib."

"No!" Elizabeth shook her head. She was lucky it made sense in the moment, since she hadn't planned it that way; the word had simply slipped out as she saw everything unraveling before her eyes. That was something she hadn't anticipated... She knew there was no getting out of the crib, not unless she had the chance to prepare, and perhaps not even then.

"I think so!" Annika scooped her up, Elizabeth's feet kicking futilely as they were lifted off the floor. "Someone obviously didn't get enough sleep last night, so we might as well try again!"

"No!" Elizabeth fumed. "It isn't naptime!"

"You also haven't made her bed yet," Drew pointed out quietly, as the two girls saw when Annika took another step, revealing the bare mattress. 

"Oh, that's right," Annika sounded disappointed. "I was just going to use the same sheets after I got them out of the dryer... Hey, Drew, would you rather hold her while I get her crib ready, or..."

"I think I have another idea," Drew interrupted.

Was this it? Elizabeth squirmed in Annika's arms, eyes darting over to the time-out chair, certain he was going to suggest that, give her exactly what she wanted in the first place. 

"Are her sheets in that closet in the hall?" Drew asked, and Annika nodded, letting him duck out and return with a fresh set, tossing them into the middle of the crib. "Okay, Holly," he told her. "You think you're such a big girl... Why don't you go ahead and make your bed yourself?"

"That's a great idea," Annika smiled, carrying Elizabeth over and plopping her down on the crib, plastic sheet crackling under her bare legs. "Go on, then."

"B-But..." Elizabeth pouted.

"Here," Annika whisked one of the sheets away. "I'll help you start... You don't need this one yet."

Elizabeth glowered down at the fitted sheet. Not only was her plan failing, she was also being made to do chores! "I don't wanna!" she whined.

"Is that because you don't know how?" Annika smirked. "What kind of big girl doesn't know how to make her own bed?"

"No, I do!" Elizabeth insisted.

"Then show us," Annika demanded.

Elizabeth grumbled, grabbing the sheet and clumsily unfolding it, reaching over to stuff one corner around the nearest corner of the mattress before fumbling to find the next, having enough time to ponder if she'd had the sheet turned the wrong way to begin with before it popped loose from all her handling of it.

"Here," Annika lifted Elizabeth out of the crib. "It's easier if you aren't on the bed."

"You put me there!" Elizabeth stomped, glaring at Annika and Drew as they laughed at her. "It's not my fault!"

Being on the floor didn't help much, either, however, certainly not when she had to stretch over to the far side of the mattress, getting up on her tiptoes and still not able to reach, having to climb halfway up, leaning over, ruffled seat of her onesie sticking out, diaper bulging beneath it, in front of her ex-boyfriend and her babysitter. She wasn't sure if it was blind luck, or if she'd misjudged her, but she had to admit that she was impressed how effectively the airheaded bimbo was making her feel like a misbehaving toddler.

"All right," Annika finally said, after what felt like the twentieth attempt at getting the last corner tucked under, only for one, or more, of the others to come off. "Let me handle this." She sidled in alongside Elizabeth, pulling the whole thing free, then putting it on perfectly on her first try, taking the flat sheet and spreading it over top with a smug grin. 

"I-I could have gotten it," Elizabeth blushed. 

"Sure you could have," Annika patted her on the head condescendingly. "If we gave you until bedtime tonight, I bet you would have figured it out eventually... But you need to go back to bed now."

She picked Elizabeth up and slid her under the sheets, Elizabeth whining unhappily, realizing she was about to be trapped in her crib with even less to help her get out than she'd had the night before. "I want my friends," she reached out towards the toys outside.

"You're going to be sleeping," Annika reminded her, "not playing."

"Please?" Elizabeth sniffed, batting her eyes. "Just Mr. Bear? A-And Ms. Giraffe, and..." How many would she need? If she stacked them up right, two might be enough, but three would be a safer bet, and, if nothing else, she could toss one over to soften her landing.

"You know better, Holly," Annika reprimanded her. "Your Mommy told me you only get one friend at a time in your crib." Elizabeth cursed silently; Nanny had outsmarted her preemptively. Had Holly tried that in the past? Or was it so obvious that Nanny had simply known not to give it a chance to happen. 

"I-I can't have two?" Elizabeth pouted. "Just this one time?"

"You are being punished, young lady," Annika reminded her. "You're lucky I'm going to let you have any. Now, do you want Mr. Bear, or Ms. Giraffe?"

Elizabeth looked between the two stuffed animals, trying to tell which one was bigger. The bear was so much closer, it seemed like it was, but she'd already tried with it and failed... And giraffes sounded like they ought to be larger. "Ms. Giraffe," she sulked. When the toy was put down beside her, however, she saw that she'd been right. By then, the side of the crib was already being raised, locked into place.

"Should we put her in another layer or two?" Drew asked.

"Nah," Annika shook her head. "I doubt she'll be out long... Just enough to improve her attitude a bit, hopefully."

"Well, I can think of something to keep us busy while she's doing that," Drew waggled his eyebrows.

Annika giggled. "Grab the baby monitor, will you? I brought the receiver in when I came to get her up."

Elizabeth watched them go, scrambling free of her sheets, then staring up at the top of the bars. She only had a single layer of padding on, so she could move more easily, but it didn't matter... She couldn't get out with the help of just one stuffed animal, and apparently she wasn't going to get any more than that, so she could kiss that idea goodbye.

She sighed, laying back down in frustration, ready to wait this out... And then, she heard the sound of laughter. She jumped, looking around, searching for the source, wondering how Annika had gotten back into the nursery without her seeing, or hearing. 

"You are insatiable," Annika chided, speaking long enough for Elizabeth to realize she wasn't in the room after all, her voice turn crackly for a moment in a way that she recognized.

"No way," Elizabeth glanced around the room again, through the bars of her crib, spotting the baby monitor sitting on the dresser... Except, it was the other half of it, the receiver. Annika had told Drew to grab that one, but apparently he'd taken the other, whether by mistake or intentionally.

"No more than you," Drew replied, and, in the grainy footage on the tiny screen, Elizabeth was able to make out the shape of Drew unbuttoning Annika's pants. Could she believe that was on accident, that Drew had placed the camera in a way that she'd be able to see that without meaning to, without processing that he'd taken the wrong part of the set-up? Or was this further proof that he knew, that he was trying to torment her?

Either way, it was working, Elizabeth fighting, in vain, to block out the sounds coming from the monitor, to not keep peeking over at the screen, remembering the time, not so long ago, when Drew had done all that to her, stirring up a heat between her legs that she knew she couldn't satisfy...

Or... Could she? She hadn't been able to last night, but she'd been double diapered then... She was only in one diaper now... She couldn't believe she was considering this... What else was she going to do? She was trapped, and so unbelievably frustrated after the previous night, the sights and sounds of the monitor just adding to that...

Was it mortifying, thinking about who it was she was listening to, recalling how she'd been with him? Absolutely... Drew had been her boyfriend, and now she was reduced to humping her diapers, straddling a stuffed giraffe... And, worse still, realizing that it felt so good, she didn't care how infantile it was, how absurd she must look in her frilly onesie, bouncing on her plushy, sucking her thumb. She was going to be in a much better mood when they came to get her, she knew, seemingly proving their hypothesis that she hadn't slept long enough right, but she didn't care about that, either. All she cared about was getting her diaper more and more sticky and soggy, until, finally, she fell fast asleep, cuddling Ms. Giraffe, feeling more satisfied than she had been in a very long time. 

She was still asleep when Drew and Annika decided to get back out of bed. If she hadn't been, she would have seen Annika grab for the monitor, seen a close-up of her face as she rolled her eyes, heard her scold, "Drew! You took the wrong one!"

"Oh," Drew took the monitor from her. "I guess so. Oops."

"Whatever," Annika shrugged, flopping down onto her bed. "We probably better not go get it now... According to the schedule her Mommy gave me, I bet she's in the middle of filling her diaper, and she'll get grumpy all over again if we interrupt. Let's give her a minute to finish up first."

"Again?" Drew looked surprised. "Already?"

"Yeah," Annika nodded. "That's why I'm making the big bucks with this job... Lots of diaper changes. And if she hasn't gone yet, by the time we check on her... Have you ever given somebody an enema?"

"I haven't," Drew smirked, "but if you need some help giving her one, I'd be more than happy to try."