Taking What Isn't Hers - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Shania had to get away; the only question, at this point, was how. As hot as Bennett was, he wasn't worth all this, and, even if he was, she'd never be able to face him as an equal, as another adult, again. It had been bad enough, running around, dressed like a little girl... Now that she got diapered every night, sent waddling off to give him a chaste goodnight kiss on the cheek, knowing there was no way he could avoid seeing the bulge beneath the thin fabric of her PJ shorts, it was undeniably over.

She'd had that feeling ever since this had started, since the first night she'd shown up in the living room bashfully, seeing a hint of his bemused smirk at the sight of her, though at least he'd been kind enough not to mention it, to say anything out loud. In a way, that was almost worse - or so she'd thought - as if this was perfectly normal, as if it wasn't surprising in the slightest to see her diapered up for bedtime.

Tonight, however, that had changed, and she'd gotten her confirmation that this whole thing was unsalvageable. It had been inevitable, although she'd nearly convinced herself if it hadn't happened yet, it wouldn't... After he'd given her a kiss on the forehead, he'd told her, "Sleep tight, Shania."

She gasped even before she felt anything happen, clamping her thighs together as tightly as she could around the crinkly bulk of her diaper, well aware of what that was going to do, even if, most times, it happened when she was tucked snugly into her bed, not standing up, and definitely not doing so in front of the man she'd been having a passionate affair with barely a month ago.

Maybe, if she'd stayed silent, he wouldn't have noticed, despite how big and frightened her eyes got. She'd almost thought he hadn't anyway, somehow, as he turned her around, as usual, her stomach churning in fear as she felt her bladder soaking her padding, and gave her her customary pat on the bottom to send her back to her bedroom. This time, before she could scurry away, he grabbed her by the wrist, holding her there, repeating the pat.

"What happened here?" he'd teased, spinning her back around to add insult to injury, to force her to look at him. "I know your Mommy asks if you need to use the potty before she gets you ready for bed... Why didn't you go like a big girl?"

"No, she doesn't!" Shania had fumed, stomping her foot. She cringed, hearing him refer to Lindsay that way so naturally. She could see why he might assume Lindsay did that, and Lindsay probably told him she did as well... Lindsay did follow her into the bathroom to watch her brush her teeth before her bedtime diapering, but it was expressly to prevent her from using the toilet, to guarantee that, when she was told to 'sleep tight,' she'd use her diaper, have to spend the whole night in soggy pants.

"Shania," he'd sighed, pulling her up onto his lap, Shania's cheeks blazing as she squirmed there, diaper crinkling, the warm, damp spot in them still growing, "do you not want to be a big girl at all anymore? If not, that's fine... Your Mommy and me won't be disappointed."

"No!" Shania had squealed, kicking her feet in indignation. "I am a big girl!" She'd taken advantage of her opportunity to prove it, only having to turn slightly to give him a proper kiss, right on the lips... And, whether it was her, still flustered from her accident, or him, the chemistry they'd once had was nowhere to be found in it.

"Shania!" he'd scolded, lifting her back down to the floor and giving her a hard swat on the backside. "You know better!"

She had, somewhere deep inside, even if she hadn't wanted to accept it, and now she did for certain. Maybe Lindsay had helped him along with some hypnosis of his own, or maybe he hadn't needed it; she wasn't sure she wanted to find out which, since she had no more of an idea of how to break him out of his hypnosis than she did for how to get herself out of hers, so, either way, the end result was the same. There was no point sticking around here for him.

But how was she going to get away? Her bedroom was on the second floor, so the window wasn't an option, and to get out a door, she had to make it all the way down the stairs, past the living room doorway, where they were now... She could try to wait them out, however, despite how early her bedtime was, being stuck in bed all that time usually meant she wound up drifting off to sleep before they went up to their room, and even if she managed to avoid that, their room was between hers and the staircase.

If there was any night where she could defy the odds and stay awake, though, it was tonight, stewing under her covers in her wet diaper, Lindsay having, of course, not bothered to change her after she returned to her bedroom, mortified. She would have preferred to sleep, to escape the thoughts swirling around her mind, but instead, she tossed and turned and felt sorry for herself until she heard them come up the steps, and beyond.

Finally, when she didn't think she could wait any longer, she crawled out of bed, crept over to her closet. None of her options were great, or would help her convince anyone who found her wandering the streets that she wasn't a runaway child, but they were better than her pajamas, anyway, so she threw on a yellow dress, tearing off her diaper and leaving it in a heap on the floor to replace it with a pair of her white, cotton panties. She'd hated them so much, at first - now, in comparison to what she wore at night, they were amazing, so mature, so thin and sleek... She couldn't wait to go back to something more appropriate, however.

She picked up a pair of Velcro sneakers, though she didn't put them on yet, carrying them in her hand as she tip-toed across the room, opening up her door... And finding Lindsay waiting there, arms crossed, hairbrush clutched in one hand, staring down at her. "And where do you think you're going?"

Shania groaned, dropping the shoes in frustration. "How did you know?!" she whined.

"Did you really think I wouldn't have a baby monitor in here to keep an eye on you?" Lindsay rolled her eyes. "It alerted me the moment you got out of bed, you little brat..."

Shania was spanked, diapered, and sent back to bed, even more uncertain than ever of how she was going to get out of this mess. She had assumed that Lindsay was satisfied with the punishment...

Until the next morning, after Lindsay and Bennett had gone off to work and she'd been left with her babysitter, Mrs. Knight. For as old as the woman was, it might have seemed like she would be easier to slip past, but Shania didn't dare try it, especially not today, fresh off of her last attempt. Mrs. Knight had been a teacher in her younger days, and Shania was confident she'd been the kind to use a ruler on her students for any tiny infraction. She'd definitely found plenty of reasons to spank Shania, and Lindsay had given her free reign to do so whenever she thought it necessary.

Shania was playing it safe today, being as sweet and polite as she could stomach, not wanting to risk winding up over her sitter's knee, and it all seemed to be going well, until her stomach began to rumble, right on schedule. "I'm going to the bathroom, ma'am," she announced, climbing to her feet and heading there once Mrs. Knight had given her a nod of dismissal. For a moment, she considered heading the opposite direction, going to the back door, but when she glanced back, she saw the woman watching her, knew she had no hope of outrunning her if she was spotted acting suspiciously.

She stepped into the bathroom, thinking nothing of it as she lifted the toilet lid and her skirt, grabbing at the waistband of her panties... And then she stopped, hands refusing to do any more. She frowned, trying again to slide her underwear down, her body, again, not responding. "Nooo, come on!" she whimpered.

It wasn't fair! The toilet was right there, right in front of her... She'd made it there, no problem! All she had to do was take her panties off and use it, but, try as she might, she just couldn't do it, her frustration growing, along with the severity of her cramps, as she struggled helplessly.

Mrs. Knight didn't even bother to knock, opening up the door to ask, "What are you up to, young lady? What is taking so long?"

Shania turned towards her, blushing, feeling silly as she said it, yet not having any other explanation. "M-My panties are stuck," she said.

Mrs. Knight sighed, bending over to grab Shania's underwear, tugging them down with no problem, on her first try. "Really?" she raised an eyebrow, looking down at the girl.

"Th-They were!" Shania furrowed her brow in confusion, as Mrs. Knight lifted her up onto the toilet, standing back, watching, to Shania's shame, as she went to the bathroom.

"Look at this stain," Mrs. Knight berated her when she was finished, helping her off the toilet, taking over with wiping her and inspecting her undies. "Between this and what happened last night, I'm starting to think I ought to talk to your Mommy and Daddy about getting you some training pants for during the day."

"No!" Shania squealed. "I don't need those!"

Mrs. Knight looked doubtful about that, and, in fact, refused to put Shania back into panties immediately, instead getting her ready for her nap early, taping her into a diaper, changing her into her PJs to wear the rest of the morning.

Shania held out hope as long as she could, but, deep down, she knew the truth, knew that this was a punishment, either for her escape attempt, or perhaps for kissing Bennett. Sure enough, after her nap, after finally getting her panties back, she'd excused herself back to the bathroom to pee, trying once more to pull down her panties to allow herself to do so.

And, again, she couldn't, her muscles acting as if she were trying to do something impossible, trying to move a mountain single-handedly, rather than simply removing a tiny piece of cloth from around her body. She didn't dare fight it too hard this time, not wanting to let anything happen that might give Mrs. Knight more ammunition for her suggestion. Instead, she trudged back to her babysitter, dejected, and asked, for the first time in decades, a question she knew she was going to have to get very used to from now on, no matter how humiliating and degrading it was, how much it undermined her attempts to prove she was an adult, not a child. "C-Could you come help me use the potty?"