Holly & Elizabeth - Chapter 20 (Patreon)

Elizabeth felt her hands struggling to curl into fists as she stood there and listened to Annika and Drew talk, her inability to do so only serving as to a reminder of why she was staying silent, why she wasn't making a fuss. She was only getting her mittens off if she behaved herself, and the outfit they'd picked out for her was already going to make her look enough like a toddler without them keeping her fingers locked away, useless, on top of it.

She also, to be honest, didn't exactly have the strength right now to fight back, not after what had felt like an eternity, bobbing up and down in her bouncer, diaper squishing and squelching, growing slightly messier every now and again, while she listlessly guzzled down a bottle of breastmilk, too scared and meek to even dream of finding any other way to attempt to get rid of it... She didn't have many options to choose from, anyway.

By the time Drew lifted her out of the bouncer, setting her down on the floor, it seemed as if he'd grown several feet taller, or she'd shrunken just as much. It hadn't all been him, but it did feel like he'd suggested most of it, helped Annika along to find the most humiliating things to do to her... If nothing else, he'd witnessed most of it, and that was bad enough, after what she'd tried, and failed, to do to him.

"You really filled this up to the brim, didn't you, cutie?" he'd smiled, swatting her swollen diaper.

She sniffed, wanting to protest that it wasn't her fault, that he'd fed her so, so much oatmeal, and given her an enema, but instead, she nodded. "Y-Yes, sir," she'd mumbled into her pacifier, shocked to hear the second word pass her lips, glad for the silicone nipple there to muffle it somewhat. She never used that term for anybody, ever, and yet, it had slipped out so naturally she hadn't realized it was happening until it was over.

"Aww, don't look so sad," Annika had praised her. "That's what you were supposed to do! And you did such a good job... I'd say you get a gold star for the day!"

"D-Does that mean I can take these off?" Elizabeth had held out her hands.

"We'll see about that," Annika had brushed her off, Elizabeth's cheeks darkening at how easily the girl had understood her despite her paci. "There's a little longer until it's time to go, and I need you to be a good girl that whole time!"

It was long enough for her to get a diaper change, thankfully, and then put back into her high chair, fed several bowls of bland baby food mush until she felt like she was ready to burst. Regardless of how much she'd used her diaper in the very recent past, she was starting to understand how Holly was expected to mess more than once a day, and was dreading when her next one would come.

It was especially forefront in her mind after a surprise cramp in the middle of her lunch. She'd groaned, squirmed in her high chair, felt a streak of stickiness in her diaper, though, luckily, it ended at that.

That was, unfortunately, what was inspiring the conversation now. She should have known better than to hope they'd both missed that, not noticed her discomfort and embarrassment... As soon as Drew had lifted her down from the high chair, he'd turned her around, tugged out the back of her diaper. "See? I told you she still might not be done!"

"I guess it usually isn't that big of a deal for her," Annika had mused. "She can just stay in her nursery and poop her pants all day if she needs to!"

"She's going to be around other people now, though," Drew had pointed out.

"I don't think they'll mind. She was dirty the whole time yesterday, according to her Mommy!" Annika had stroked Elizabeth's hair, while Elizabeth nursed her paci bashfully. That had been the other Holly... She'd ended rehearsal by messing her diaper, and it had been humiliating enough. She couldn't imagine having to spend the whole time that way, having to show up, face everyone else with a load already in her pants, knowing there was no hope of a change until she got home afterwards...

"And then she was in her bouncer for a while today," Drew had told her, adding an extra shade of red to Elizabeth's cheeks; she needed no reminder of that, and if Annika did, it was only because of how well Drew had been... distracting... her at the same time. "Diaper rash cream can't work miracles..."

"I think her Mommy would understand..." she'd replied uncertainly.

"And if she didn't?" Drew had raised an eyebrow. "She sounds pretty scary to me..."

Annika and Elizabeth had both nodded, despite neither of them having ever had to face the full wrath of the woman. They both knew enough to know they didn't want to, either, if they could avoid it.

"Well, what do we do?" Annika had whined. "The enema has to be mostly gone by now, but if we gave her another to get the last of it out..."

Elizabeth had whimpered, eyes darting over to the bag, still dangling from the hook in the ceiling, the nozzle hanging in front of it at the end of the hose, where it had been looped around the hook to get it out of the way. She couldn't take a second one today... She just couldn't...

"No, I don't think that's the best option," Drew had agreed, to Elizabeth's surprise, starting to rifle through drawers and shelves. "But I'm betting, if we look, we'll find..."

Elizabeth hadn't known what to expect, although, when he turned around, holding it, she realized she probably should have seen it coming. "This will make sure she doesn't have any more stinky accidents until she's back with you, where you can clean her up right away!"

Elizabeth felt her hands trying to curl into fists... But she knew there was nothing she could do. If this was what they wanted, she had to accept it, or else she'd be stuck in her mittens... And it probably wouldn't stop them from going through with the plan.

So she just nursed her pacifier, hiding her emotions behind its shield while Annika got a fresh diaper for her, laying it out on the changing table. She was glad that the sitter only put a booster pad inside of it, instead of a whole second diaper, though her gratitude was short-lived, lasting as long as it took for her to be laid down on top of it, legs raised by the ankles by Annika so Drew could slide the butt plug into her wiggling rear.

It felt so big, so invasive there, so foreign... The one thing she could compare it to from her own personal experience was pooping, except in reverse, and it never ended, not once her diaper was tugged up, snugly taped over top of it, keeping it firmly in place. The sensation made her feel so embarrassed, so vulnerable, a constant reminder of what had been done to her, of how thoroughly her life was being controlled by others right now, even more than the diaper itself.

Annika lifted Elizabeth down off the changing table, leaving her standing beside it, stunned, in just a diaper, Drew towering over her, seeming like a giant to her.

"There we are," he declared, reaching behind her, giving her bottom a swat that felt very pointed, hitting the exact right spot to leave her squealing and squirming. "Plugged and Pampered, like a good little girl. And what do you say, cutie?"

Elizabeth blushed, feeling her new diaper, barely a minute old, growing warm as she stared down at Drew's feet, unable to even bring herself to look up at his face anymore, certain it would appear to be as far above her as the top of a skyscraper now. "Th-Thank you, sir," she told him obediently.

"You are so very, very welcome," he grinned. "I'm just happy to help..."

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Holly pouted into the rearview mirror, debating whether she'd made the right choice or not. She'd gotten to the theater's parking lot awhile ago now, having wanting to give herself plenty of time to drive there, since she still wasn't used to being allowed to do that, but she hadn't been able to motivate herself to open up the door, to walk inside to join the castmates she'd seen slowly filtering in, yet.

She glanced down at her mostly bare legs, her thumb creeping its way up towards her mouth, closer and closer, until she noticed it, stopped it just short. She'd done it earlier, knew there was no good way to twist herself in the car's seat so she could see the marks from her spanking, try to tell how obvious it was, however, she did it again anyway, desperate to have some indication of how much she was really going to be showing off.

Her Pull-Ups crackled, ever so slightly, from beneath her underwear, the whole reason she'd let herself be shooed out of her room in this skirt. She sighed, plopping back down straight in the seat, sliding the hem of her skirt upwards, staring at the thick cotton of the pony panties. Maybe, it dawned on her now, she should have stopped somewhere, taken off the trainers, worn just the undies, and changed back before returning to the hotel... It wouldn't solve the problem of her pink bottom by any means. She would be able to rub it in Elizabeth's face that she was in big girl panties, and that might be worth it.

It wasn't like they were diapers, after all; they were made the slip off and on easily. The unpredictability of diaper tapes made it more difficult, and risky, to do the same, never knowing if one would rip, or tear the plastic beneath it as it came off. She didn't know if Kristi would have thought of it - though Mommy certainly would - but she could have also drawn over the tapes, ensured that they couldn't come undone without it being clear she'd done so.

She might still have time... There was a bathroom in the theater. The longer she waited, the more chance there would be of somebody else being in there, too, potentially hearing her Pull-Ups crinkling, or seeing them from under the stall walls when she took them off. Plus, more concerningly, unless she ran back out to the car, which could look strange to anyone who had seen her walk in a couple minutes prior, she'd have to keep the Pull-Up in her purse, where Elizabeth might spot it if she needed to get anything out of it for whatever reason, considering it was, in reality, her purse.

Not to mention that she didn't feel entirely secure without her Pull-Ups, after the day she'd had, not here, surrounded by so many people she was going to keep seeing on a regular basis, at least for as long as the show was rehearsing. She wanted, so badly, to believe she'd be fine, that she wouldn't have any accidents, that she could be a big girl, but when she'd spent all morning diapered, being disciplined and berated by younger women, treated like a naughty child... Well, she wasn't exactly in that mindset at the moment. 

As many years as it had been since she was allowed to think of herself as a grown-up, she needed all the help she could to remember that was what she was, and that she could go back to behaving like it... And even then, she knew that might not be enough, not when she was fighting a decade of potty training erosion.

"All right," she told herself, heaving another sigh. "Let's get this over with." 

She should have done it sooner... The more quickly she'd gotten inside, the fewer people there would be around as she trotted across the parking lot and to a seat, and the lower the chances somebody would stop her to talk, potentially while she was facing the wrong way, letting the evidence of her spanking show to anyone else who walked in afterwards. The smart thing to do would have been to follow the director in and sit down immediately.

She picked up Elizabeth's purse and opened up the car door, stepping outside. Part of her wanted to run, but that would invite a lot more questions, and she didn't trust herself to do so in such a short skirt, with such a big secret underneath, so she just moved as naturally as she could with her heart racing in her chest, hearing the sound of the road beside the theater, fearing the sound of every car driving past, certain it was someone else from the show, pulling in right on time to see her.

"Hey, Elizabeth!" somebody called when she finally passed through the doors, into the relative safety of the lobby. She had reminded herself, over and over, that she was playing Elizabeth for the time being... She hadn't anticipated having to recall that fact right away, when she was happy simply to have made it to her destination. Or, rather, the first stage of her destination.

It did hit her a moment or two later, when they gave her a wave as well to accompany their greeting. "Oh, hi," she replied with an awkward nod. It would have been better, had they not used her assumed name, just said a general hello; then she could pretend she thought they were speaking to somebody else. Elizabeth was a common name, yes, yet she was the only one in the cast.

Then again, Elizabeth did give off an air of being a bit stuck up, and she had spent basically the whole rehearsal with Holly, not mingling or chatting with anyone else. Holly was fine with maintaining a reputation of seeing the other actors as being beneath her... Or she was fine with doing that for Elizabeth, anyway. She wouldn't want them to think that of her real self, not least of all because they were all so much more mature than she was most of the time. She highly doubted any of them wore diapers, even to bed, and definitely not all the time, as they lived in a nursery, with a Mommy to take care of them.

She thought that might be the end of it, that her delay would keep them from wanting to continue the conversation, which had probably only been intended as a polite greeting in the first place, but they did ask, "How was your day?"

Ignoring them could have been a viable response, though, really, she was grateful, as actually saying something gave her a reason to turn to face them as she approached the door to the stage, keeping her backside pointed strategically away. "You know," she shrugged, backing up. "It was fine, I guess." 

Instead of bouncing the question back to them, she turned the corner on the other side of the door, putting a wall between her and everyone in the lobby, and grinned to herself, feeling accomplished as she headed for the nearest seat, plopping herself down as quickly as she could... A bit too hard, in her rush, bringing a wince to her face as the pain spread through her rear, along with a trickle of warmth.

"Shoot," she pouted, wiggling in place, still not used to being able to say any worse words than that, for fear that Mommy would overhear and punish her. Even she didn't know where all Mommy had baby monitors set up, or possibly just microphones; what she did know was that, at least at home, it wasn't safe to say anything too close to a swear anywhere, whether you thought you were alone or not.

It seemed to have been a small accident, which was somewhat comforting... Less chance of a leak. Unless she went and bought herself some new Pull-Ups, however, this wasn't going to do anything to convince Kristi she didn't need to be padded at all times.

And if Elizabeth found out, that wasn't going to help Holly's case with her, either. They weren't diapers, anyway, so that was something... She only hoped the other woman didn't come strutting in, looking hotter than ever, ready to take back her own identity. After the day Holly had had, she didn't have it in her to stop her if it came to that, to argue that perhaps she might belong tucked safely back into her crib tonight. With its plastic sheets and rails, her hotel bed wasn't too far off already, really...

Her fears were quickly assuaged, though, even before she saw her counterpart's arrival. "I'm here," she heard Elizabeth whine from the lobby. "I'm fine now, I promise. I-I know where I'm going, okay?"

There was no audible answer from whoever she was with, but Elizabeth did groan, which prepared Holly for the sight of the babysitter she'd seen take the girl away yesterday - Annika, was it? - leading Elizabeth in by the hand, a very obvious, at least to Holly, diaper bulge beneath her floral-printed shortalls.

"There we go," Annika smiled down at her. "Safe and sound!" She sent Elizabeth into the room with a pat on her padded backside. Elizabeth blushed, squirmed, then waddling further into the room. She spotted Holly and headed for the seat beside her, stopping short of sitting down until she turned to wave goodbye to Annika, who gestured for her to do so, not budging until, at last, she climbed into the chair, Velcro sneakers meekly starting to swing beneath her.

Holly couldn't help feeling a bit smug, seeing that, despite all of Elizabeth's tough talk yesterday, she had not, in fact, managed to escape, or even negotiate down to trainers. Of course, she couldn't get too cocky, not when she was sitting in a soggy Pull-Up... 

Elizabeth didn't know that, however. Holly knew she had to be careful, still, but, strangely, she felt a little more calm now. Maybe there had been some pink on her bottom yesterday from the last spanking she'd gotten from Mommy, and, if there had been, Elizabeth would certainly have noticed it, so hopefully she'd assume what was there now was the same as that.

"You look cute today," Holly grinned over at her 'twin,' who grumpily scowled back in response. "You do!" Holly teased. "That outfit really suits you! And I love that perfume! What is that? Eau de Powder?"

"Shut up," Elizabeth sulked, crossing her arms.

Holly didn't have time to think of any other ways to needle her, as the director started to call everyone in from the lobby so they could get started, once again allowing the different acts to split off and work individually if they wanted until it was their turn onstage.

Today, it was Holly who took Elizabeth by the hand, insisting, "Let's go to the dressing room before anyone else takes it," hauling the girl up and out of her chair, leading her back to where that fateful switch had happened, not even a full twenty-four hours ago, closing the door behind them when she saw that she'd beaten everyone else to it.

"Well?" she turned to face Elizabeth, doing her best not to think about everything that had happened to her, to project confidence and maturity. "How has it been for you?"

Elizabeth squirmed, blushing, staring down at her feet. "W-Well..."