Holly & Elizabeth - Chapter 17 (Patreon)

Elizabeth woke with a yawn, rolling over into the side of the giant stuffed giraffe beside her, smiling lazily at Annika, standing over her, having just given the back of her diaper a pat. She wasn't particularly happy about the way things were going so far, no, but she was still in a good enough mood after the fun she'd had, all alone in the nursery, before she'd fallen asleep.

"You look like you're in a better mood," her babysitter told her, and Elizabeth nodded, though the longer she stayed awake, and the memory of the rest of that day filtered back into her mind, the less true that became. Yes, what had happened right before her nap had been nice... The rest of the morning, on the other hand...

"That's surprising," Drew added, continuing the deterioration of Elizabeth's mood by stepping beside Annika, in Elizabeth's field of view, confirming he was still there. "Doesn't your tummy hurt, sweetie?"

Elizabeth blinked, confused, still drowsy enough to not make the connections, to recall the warning Holly had given her the previous day, when they'd made the arrangement. To be fair, a lot had been going on, which was probably by design... Holly would certainly love to know about what was waiting for Elizabeth now. "N-No?" she answered truthfully, worrying, now, that Drew had poisoned her oatmeal or something, as silly as it would be for him to taunt her with it now, in front of Annika.

"She did just wake up," Annika replied to Drew as well. "Let's give her a minute." She stroked Elizabeth's hair gently. "Did you have a nice nap with your friend there?"

Elizabeth's cheeks darkened, glancing over at Ms. Giraffe, remembering the way she'd straddled the toy, humping away at it in her onesie... Did Annika know, somehow, despite having the wrong end of the baby monitor?! Could she tell from looking at Elizabeth? Had Elizabeth not been as stealthy in her enjoyment as she'd believed? 

She felt especially self-conscious about the way she'd decided to deem the giraffe a female, only to do that with her... It wasn't that she'd never been with another female before, because she definitely had; doing it now, however, in the same house with Drew and Annika, made it seem, at least in her mind, like she was choosing between them, too, mapping Annika onto Ms. Giraffe and Drew onto Mr. Bear. And, honestly, if it came down to it, she probably would have gone with Annika, anyway, given her previous experience with Drew.

She didn't think either would be particularly interested in her, though. From what she'd heard and seen through the baby monitor, they were perfectly happy with each other... And the way they were smirking down at her now, lying there next to Ms. Giraffe, diapered and wearing a onesie, made it clear they did not deem her their equal in the slightest.

"Do you want to bring her with you?" Annika asked. "I bet she'd love to keep you company!" She didn't wait for an answer, picking up the giant giraffe and handing it to Drew before helping Elizabeth out of the crib. "Do you want to play for a few minutes?"

Why only a few minutes? Elizabeth was still baffled by what was happening, but it didn't stop her from shrugging, nodding. She might as well do something... She wasn't quite ready to launch directly back into her quest to land herself in the naughty stool yet, and if they were just giving her a few minutes, there must be something else happening soon. Lunch, perhaps? She wrinkled her nose, imagining being put back into the high chair. "Color?" she suggested.

"That sounds perfect!" Annika beamed, guiding her across the room, then taking a coloring book and box of crayons from the small plastic table they were stacked on, setting them on the floor. "Why don't you lie down on your tummy?"

"B-But... There's a table right there!" Elizabeth whined.

"I think you'll feel better if you aren't sitting down," Annika said mysteriously. 

Elizabeth wanted to ask why, though, in the end, she gave in, doing as she was told, lying down on her stomach, legs in the air behind her. It felt so much more childish than getting to sit and work on the coloring properly, but doing it in that position, she knew, would probably help keep her from being too neat with her crayons.

"Set that down here," Annika ordered Drew, who complied, putting Ms. Giraffe beside Elizabeth. "Give her a little privacy."

The mystery only deepened. She'd had such a lack of privacy until now... Why would Annika suddenly want to let her have some? It wasn't much, obviously, although with her on her tummy, she did feel like, if Drew and Annika were far enough away, they wouldn't be able to see her, even if they knew she was there.

"Can you go get her a bottle, too?" Annika requested.

"No!" Elizabeth pouted. She didn't want that, not at all, really, and especially not from him, not after what she assumed - and hoped - the one the night before had done to her. Of course, her chances of avoiding that forever were not very good. "I-I'm not thirsty..."

"It's just some milk," Annika told her with a chuckle. "It's a special treat from your Mommy! She'd be upset if she knew you didn't want it."

Elizabeth squirmed, stomach lurching. She had thought the milk tasted odd, but she'd blamed it on Drew... Had Nanny done it instead? Had she dosed it, to keep Holly behaving for her sitter? It wasn't like she particularly needed to, as compliant as Holly normally seemed to be... Or was it a special treat in another way? Could it be breastmilk?!

She wanted to ask, to know for sure, though she didn't trust herself to get the question out without betraying her disgust, and she had no idea how Holly would react to this, how common it was, whether she enjoyed it, or at least pretended to, when it did... All she could do was fidget there, becoming very engrossed in her coloring book, and picking out the right shade of crayon to start with, glad for the giraffe to help hide her glowing cheeks.

Until Drew returned with the bottle anyway, stepping around Ms. Giraffe, setting it down right beside the coloring book. "There you go," he said with a grin. "Drink up!"

Reluctantly, Elizabeth reached out, setting her crayon down to slide the bottle over in front of her. The stuffed animal was keeping her from being able to see Annika, either, somewhere on the other side, so she didn't know if the sitter was watching, but there was no doubt Drew was, and that he expected her to do it. Trying her hardest not to think about what it might be, Elizabeth slid the nipple into her mouth, lifted the bottle up, giving it a tiny suck and fighting to keep from reacting.

"What a good girl," he praised, ruffling her hair, walking away with a snicker that made her all the more certain this wasn't plain milk, no matter what that meant.

She might have some privacy, thanks to Ms. Giraffe, yet it wasn't enough for her to dispose of the bottle stealthily. She was wearing something meant to absorb liquid, so she could, theoretically, open up the bottle, unsnap her onesie, dump the milk into her diaper... Not without Annika or Drew seeing, however, she suspected, and even if they didn't, if they were too busy making out to watch her, she wasn't positive her padding could hold the whole bottle, or that it wouldn't be obvious what it was soaked with when she got a change.

Or... Wasn't that what she wanted? It would get her into trouble, though surely not that much... Perhaps the perfect amount to get her sent to the corner without a spanking, or anything else on top of it, exactly as she wanted. Was she ready for it right now, fresh off of her nap? She was still waking up a bit, and depending on how long she'd been out, Drew and Annika might still be in recovery, and not want to sneak off to the bedroom for some alone time again just yet... 

How many times would it work? Nanny was bound to have locking plastic pants somewhere here, and after a time or two, Annika would probably start putting them on her to keep her from doing it... Not to mention that, if it happened more than once, even Annika might begin to suspect there was something weird going on, if this milk was supposed to be a special treat. Once, she could maybe get away with... More than that, and there was a chance Annika would say something about it to Nanny... Nanny may even make a call, ask to speak to Holly, and Elizabeth was not confident she'd be able to fool her, over the phone or not.

But how often was Drew going to be over? Not all the time... How often would it coincide with when Elizabeth had a 'special' bottle? She had no clue how many there were, or how they were meant to be spaced out... Of course, she could do it with any bottle, these just seemed like they'd have the most impact, in terms of being naughty.

Carefully, she peeked over Ms. Giraffe's back, confirming that Annika and Drew were together, kissing, paying no mind to her at all. She gave the top of the bottle a twist, and, after a long moment when she thought she wasn't going to have the strength, it began to loosen. She rolled over onto her back, unsnapping her onesie, then returned to the bottle, opening it up the rest of the way, setting the nipple aside, sliding the front flap of the onesie up and over her lower tummy, exposing the waistband of her diaper.

That was where she ran into a problem. She frowned, staring down at herself, at the bottle in her hand. How was she going to get the milk into her padding without spilling it all over everything else? If she made too much of a mess, that was going to be an issue, too, probably... Finally, she realized she had no choice but to sit up again, watching Annika and Drew anxiously as she peeled open the front of her diaper, picked up her bottle, and started to pour.

She swallowed a gasp as she felt the diaper absorb it, swelling between her legs, the warmness of it just making it seem more like she was having an accident, like she was peeing her pants. It was only then that she began to wonder if her diaper was going to be able to take it all, if she was going to end up leaking after all, despite having gone to the trouble of making herself more visible.

She didn't have a chance to find out, as Annika's eyes popped open, narrowing before she pulled away from Drew's mouth. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?!"

Elizabeth felt a sting of panic, but stood her ground. "I told you I wasn't thirsty!" she pouted.

Annika shook her head, stomping over and snatching the bottle, still half full, from Elizabeth's hands. "This is not how you deal with that!" she scolded. "Look at that... Your diaper is soaked!" She gave it a poke, and, sighing, set the bottle aside, lifted Elizabeth, carrying her over to the changing table, where she stripped off the girl's onesie, leaving her, yet again, naked other than her diaper in front of Drew, her former boyfriend.

"I guess that nap helped out for a few minutes," Annika grumbled, laying Elizabeth down on her back, ripping open the tapes on her diaper. "From what your Mommy told me, you aren't normally this fussy. I don't know what's gotten into you today..."

"I bet we do," Drew smirked in a way that made Elizabeth's skin crawl, even if she couldn't quite decipher what he meant by it.

Annika could, apparently, sniffing, "That's no excuse," as she wiped Elizabeth off, sliding two diapers underneath her.

"I-I don't need a double diaper!" Elizabeth whined, recalling how difficult it had been last night, moving around in that. It certainly wasn't going to make her escape any easier, that was for sure. "I'm not going to bed!"

"No, you aren't," Annika confirmed. "I'd rather be safe than sorry, though."

Elizabeth frowned, confusion only spreading as the diapers were taped up, and she was carried not to the naughty stool, as she'd been hoping, but back to the same spot on the floor, laid down on her tummy again, her coloring book taken away, and quickly replaced with a piece of construction paper. "You're going to do some lines for me, young lady," Annika informed her. "I want you to write, 'I will not waste Mommy's milk,' over and over, until you fill that page, you understand? And no cheating! Write it normal-sized."

Elizabeth groaned. "B-But..." This wasn't what she had wanted! Annika was even moving Ms. Giraffe aside, leaving her exposed, having clearly gotten her right to privacy revoked after her stunt. 

"Go on," Annika put her hands on her hips. "First one now."

Elizabeth sighed, kicking her feet in frustration, not daring protest too hard, because that was surely grounds for a spanking more than a time-out. Gritting her teeth, she picked up her crayon, scrawling out the words, nose crinkling as she saw them spelled out, taking them in, hating the term 'Mommy's milk', and what it could mean.

"Very good," Annika nodded. "That's a good size. Get to work."

She walked away, Elizabeth staying behind on the floor, pressing her bare chest against the fluffy rug beneath her. There were worse things that could have happened, she knew; that didn't mean she was pleased with the way this had turned out, however. Lines were so boring, so mind-numbing... And the one she'd been assigned was short enough that she could - and would have to - fit multiple column of it on the page, having to go back to the top more than once, hand aching, sniffling pitifully as she thought about how long the first one had taken, knowing she was going to have to do that all over again...

She was so concentrated on it that it took her a few moments before she realized Annika and Drew had left. She paused, turning her head to confirm it, to be certain she wasn't mistaken, that they hadn't simply moved to a different part of the room, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Her eyebrows raised, her crayon lowering at the same time. Maybe she hadn't been put in the corner... Perhaps this had the same result, though. They must have gotten bored waiting for her to finish, saw how absorbed she was, sprawled out on her stomach, legs kicking above her, tongue peeking out from between her lips, that they thought she'd be fine on her own for a few minutes...

She'd have to move fast, since she had no idea how long ago that had been. She'd have loved to have time to grab something to wear, to cover her bare chest, maybe hide her diaper... She didn't want to waste any more time, however, didn't want to blow her chance. She couldn't spend the rest of the day here, much less any more than that... If she could get out now, she was going to.

Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. She'd barely had time to push herself into a crouch before she heard the sound of their voices, and dropped back to her belly with a swallowed curse, glaring at the doorway angrily to see them walk in, Drew carrying something that made her mind reel in horror. "No!" she wailed, shaking her head. "I-I'm sorry! I won't do it again!"

"Hey, hey," Annika told her, walking over to stroke her back. "This isn't a punishment, sweetie."

Elizabeth stared up at the red enema bag dangling there, bulging full, looking absolutely gigantic in comparison to her stomach, making her wonder how it was all going to fit. "I-It isn't?"

"No," Annika said, her hand sliding back, over the rear of Elizabeth's diaper, giving it a pat. "You've usually made messies by now, according to your Mommy, and since you haven't, we're going to help you... I bet it'll make you feel so much better, once it's done."

Elizabeth did not agree, but she wasn't sure what she could do about it now, watching nervously as Annika stood back up, opening up the closet and fetching an IV pole from it, wheeling it beside Elizabeth, letting Drew hang the enema bag from it. She remembered now Holly mentioning it, while giving her the run-down to help her blend in as her... It didn't mean she felt the particular need to go right now, however, not without some help...

"B-But..." she squirmed, whimpering, seeing the hose being unwound, passed to Annika. The nozzle was lubed up already, slick and glistening, and ready. "I-I don't want..."

"It's okay," Annika cooed. "I bet you're all worked up because your Mommy isn't here. Once we take care of this, your body will probably go back to its normal schedule, and everything will be just fine!"

"And if not, there's plenty of soap and water where this came from!" Drew grinned, giving the bag a squeeze.

"Your Uncle Drew helped, too," Annika told her, pulling the back of the girl's diaper down. "I told him to make sure it was nice and warm for you..."

Elizabeth squealed as she felt the nozzle being pushed deep inside of her before the diaper was slid up again, Annika nodding to Drew, who opened up the valve. Elizabeth fidgeted, bracing herself, knowing the water was rushing down the clear pipe, getting closer and closer to her, and still, when it happened, it took her by surprise, making her flinch, both at the strange sensation of it, and the temperature, which was definitely not warm.

It was only appropriate, she supposed, to have it happen to her... She'd pulled this same trick herself on some of her victims, after hearing that using cold water for an enema made it much more uncomfortable, made the cramps come sooner, and harder... She groaned, wriggling her bottom, toes curling in discomfort.

"Go on," Annika urged. "Finish up your lines."

"Wh-What?" Elizabeth peered up at her in disbelief, shaking her head. "I-I can't!" 

"Sure, you can," Annika said. "You're getting close!"

Head swimming, Elizabeth put her crayon to paper, the line of color already shaking before she meant to begin writing her first letter, Annika, thankfully, noting that, and taking pity. "Three more lines," she changed her order. "Just three more, okay?"

"O-Okay," Elizabeth nodded, concentrating on her task as hard as she could, doing her very best to keep her writing neat and legible, not wanting to give the sitter any reason to make her start again, but she was barely through the first when the first cramp hit, jolting through her, sending her crayon lurching downwards wildly, giving the 'y' in Mommy a particularly long tail.

She caught her breath, biting down hard on her bottom lip until Annika gave her a pacifier instead, Elizabeth gratefully taking it, sucking away at it as she soldiered on, word by word, feeling her tummy filling slowly but surely, bloating behind the waistband of her double diapers, so engrossed that she lost count of where she was, started on a fourth line before Annika took the paper away.

"Good job, Holly!" she praised. "All done!"

Elizabeth reached behind herself, batting blindly at the tube. "Oh, not with this," Drew told her, giving the enema bag another squeeze. This time, it was all hooked up, and Elizabeth squeaked as it sent an extra-hard rush of water through the tubes and into her backside. "There's plenty of this to go!"

"I bet I know somewhere that will make you feel better while you finish it up, though," Annika smiled. "Drew, can you grab the enema bag?" Annika plucked Elizabeth off the floor, carrying her across the room, Drew trailing after them, wheeling the IV pole, until they reached the bouncer.

"N-No," Elizabeth whined, realizing where this was going.

"Don't be silly," Annika chided. "I bet your Mommy does this all the time... She even has a hook up there for the bag."

Sure enough, Elizabeth glanced upwards at the ceiling and saw it, placed so that the flow of water would be certain to stay steady no matter how high she bounced. "C-Can't I..?" she started to suggest, not quite knowing what she was going to say, so, in a way, it was almost a relief to to have Annika slide her into the bouncer, and Drew lift the enema bag from the IV pole to the hook, confirming that there was no point anyway, that she was trapped, left dangling there until the inevitable happened.