Cara Proves Herself - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

"What the hell is that?!" Amanda's eyes widened.

"I think you know," Cara replied. "And watch your mouth! I'm sure you don't think that's too bad a word, but I don't want my little ones using language that's even a tiny bit naughty!" She snuck a peek at Rick, hoping to see him agreeing, approving of her superior parenting skills, though at the moment he mostly looked confused.

"I am not your little one," Amanda's eyes narrowed.

"Then why did you wet your pants?" Cara demanded. "You can't fool me! Mommies can always tell. Stand up and show everyone."

"Cara," Rick interjected. "Maybe you should..."

"You stand up right now!" Cara stomped her foot, then stomping again when Amanda wheeled her chair back as Cara grabbed for the smaller woman's arm. "You do as you're told right now, you little brat!"

"You're calling me a brat?" Amanda scoffed. "You're the one in the middle of a tantrum."

"I'm not throwing a tantrum!" Cara huffed, stomping her foot one more time... And then noticing everyone's eyes turning towards her crotch, only afterwards feeling the warmth building there, starting to flow down the inside of her thighs... "Oh, no," she whispered. 

"Is something happening in your pants?" Amanda asked smugly.

"You switched the coffees!" Cara accused. "This isn't fair!"

"Why should that matter?" Amanda raised an eyebrow. "They were the same, weren't they?"

Cara looked around the meeting room, wishing she hadn't made such a big deal out of that, not knowing what to say, how to get herself out of this situation... And then, to her horror, she felt a sudden pain in her stomach, and, before she could react, her body bent over, started to push as she messed her pants, right in front of everyone, just the way she'd wanted Amanda to.

When she straightened up, nose wrinkling as the mass in her underwear shifted, Rick was right there, standing over her, waiting to snatch the diaper out of her hands. "Come on," he ordered, in a tone that turned Cara even more into a simpering little girl than she already was after all that. "Let's go get you cleaned up."

"N-No!" Cara sniffled. "Th-That's for her, not me! She's the baby! I'm a big girl!"

He was supposed to see this, to realize how mature she was, how much she was deserving of his grown-up attention! And now, instead, she was getting taken to the men's restroom to be wiped off, taped into the diaper she'd brought for Amanda, which, humiliatingly, fit her, with a bit of stretching.

"Don't worry, we'll get you some that fit," Rick promised as he taped them up. "These are just to make sure there are no puddles before then."

"B-But I don't need them," Cara insisted. He should have wanted to get into her pants after her display; instead, he was changing them, treating her like any other fussy toddler, ignoring her whining as he sealed up the final tape.

"I think you do," he said gently. "I think it's obvious you need somebody loving, but strict, to show you what it's like to be a real, mature adult. It's so sad to see these stereotypes you've bought into, that made you act this way... I'm going to help you get rid of those. Unfortunately, they often take root early on, so we're going to have a lot of work to do, young lady..."

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"Daddy, I can do it myself!" Cara pouted, grabbing for the spoon, only to have Rick pull it away, holding it easily out of her reach.

"I don't think so, sweetie," he told her. "You know better... You don't have to worry about any of that. That's Daddy's job."

Cara kicked her booty-clad feet in frustration, fidgeting futilely in her high chair. It wasn't fair... Most of the time, when 'tweeners got adopted, they were treated like kids, or even teenagers... Rick, however, had decided to take another approach. The same one, to be fair, she'd intended to use on Amanda.

He'd even told the judge all about it at the adoption hearing, and the woman had the gall to laugh, to say that she agreed that it seemed appropriate for Cara to send her all the way back to babyhood, with a crib, and changing table, and lots and lots of diapers... For everything. She'd begged him to at least let her show him she was potty trained, and every time, he'd pretend he'd misheard, tell her it would be a couple years, at a minimum, before she was ready for that.

She was lucky, really... He could have brainwashed her into complying, turned her mind to mush, taken her in for any one of a dozen different surgeries to help her become more of a baby, more compliant and dependent on him. The fact he hadn't meant he actually might let her grow up again one day...

By then, however, how would he ever be able to think of her as anything other than this? After years of changing her diapers, feeding her, bathing her, doing everything for her, how would he do anything more than chuckle if she brought up the idea of the two of them dating? She was, now and forever, just his cute little baby girl...

"Oh!" He perked up at the sound of the doorbell. "Hold on! That's your sitter!" He stepped away, taking the baby food with him so she couldn't feed herself, returning after a minute with... Amanda.

"Not her!" Cara blushed. 

"Yes, her," Rick replied patiently. "She's a very responsible young lady, and I think she's going to make a wonderful sitter. I even made her some nice step-stools to help her." He slid one over to in front of the high chair, handing Amanda the baby food and spoon. "Now, you'd better be good for her, Cara, or you're going to be in big trouble when I get home."

Cara whined, bouncing in place in frustration before, finally, giving in, seeing that it wasn't doing any good. "Yes, Daddy," she sighed. 

"Good girl," he kissed her on the top of her head. "I'll be back in a bit. Have fun, you two!"

"We will!" Amanda promised, climbing up on the step-stool and smirking as she grabbed a corner of Cara's bib to wipe her mouth. "I guess this is even better than a napkin," she teased. "Now, open wide, sweetie!"