Holly & Elizabeth - Chapter 22 (Patreon)

Elizabeth wasn't sure if she was happy about this or not. She had been so close to breaking, to begging Holly to let her switch back, to admitting how difficult the woman's life had been, thanks to her, and that she couldn't handle it, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to give up so soon, to give Holly the satisfaction.

This new plan, however, bringing Holly over to the house for a playdate, might just do the trick. It was cheating a little, yes, putting her thumb on the scale... Still, it wasn't a guarantee. Annika had been with her longer, and paid more attention to her, than anyone at the theater had been they'd made their switch there. She couldn't count on simply exchanging clothes with Holly and having the sitter accept her. Elizabeth was going to have to make her see the truth, figure out that they had already switched, before she'd met either of them.

It ought to be easy, she assumed. If it didn't work, though, for some reason, there was a chance it could land her in hotter water than she'd like. If Annika thought she was lying to her, she wouldn't be happy, and Elizabeth suspected she'd get a worse punishment than the time-out stool she'd been aiming for, and missing, since she'd arrived.

Not to mention that she'd have to survive until the playdate, and hope that Holly's Mommy would agree to let them have it in the first place. She had to admit, hearing Annika say she'd text about it did give her a jolt, as she'd have preferred to keep her out of this as much as possible, but a text was harmless enough... Right? As long as she didn't want to do a Facetime, or even talk on the phone with 'Holly,' she should be fine.

Relatively speaking, at least. She was still going to have to continue to pretend to be Holly, diapers and all, until then. And doing that would be simpler if she took care of one thing first. She stopped at the car, not wanting to do it there in the parking lot, yet not ready to take another car ride until it was done.

"Umm... Annika?" she asked, staring up at the girl.

"Yes, sweetie?" she smiled down at her.

Elizabeth blushed, fidgeted, staring down at her feet. "Could you... take out my plug?" 

Annika chuckled. "Oh, I don't know," she said. "It was nice to be able to come here, not worry about you needing a change right away..."

Elizabeth's head popped up, eyes wide as she pouted at her babysitter. "Annika!" she whined, stomping her Velcro sneaker, though, in all honesty, she could feel her diaper growing a bit warmer at the thought, along with her cheeks. The ride to the theater was bumpy enough, at least with the plug in, or the crotch strap of her car seat extra tight, to let her have some fun... She'd tried to ignore it as best she could on the way to rehearsal, but it had certainly gotten her primed for the horsey ride Holly had given her. And if they were only going home now, there was no reason for her not to give into it more, see if she could see it through the the end...

Like she had yesterday. Her blush deepened further, recalling that, how degrading it had been, letting herself be brought to such an incredible orgasm in her messy diaper. She squirmed, squeezing her legs together, nibbling her bottom lip. It wouldn't be the same today, not in a diaper that was solely soggy, but that would be better... Right? She had to hope so, hope that she didn't like it better when her pants were poopy. That was so absurdly shameful it made her head spin. And if she was going to be switching back soon, admitting her real identity, letting Annika know that she was a real adult that she'd done all this to, that Elizabeth had allowed her to do that to...

"Aww," Annika smirked, squatting down in front of Elizabeth. "Do you need to go, Holly?"

Elizabeth debated for only a moment before nodding. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she lied. She wasn't sure if that would help her cause or not... She also didn't know, really, what the answer was, the sensation of the plug filling her backside making it difficult to judge how full she was otherwise. After the enema she'd been given, it was hard to imagine going again today at all... But she knew she was going to have to, somehow.

"All right," Annika said. "I won't make you hold it until we get home. Your rehearsal is over, at least."

"Thank you!" Elizabeth exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Annika. "You're so nice!"

Annika smiled at her, hugging her back before turning her around, unsnapping the crotch of her shortalls. "W-Wait," Elizabeth blushed, glancing around the parking lot. "C-Couldn't we do this..?"

"Holly," Elizabeth stiffened slightly, hearing a hint of annoyance in the sitter's voice, "I said yes. Don't make me change my mind by being fussy."

Elizabeth nodded. "O-Okay," she agreed. The parking lot wasn't nearly as crowded today since most of the cast had been sent home early. There were still some hanging around, talking, however, and that was almost worse, in its own way, making it feel that much more likely that they'd look over and see what was happening, with fewer distractions.

But she'd already asked for it, and she didn't want to anger Annika by changing her mind now, or asking for anything more. She took a deep breath as Annika opened up her shortalls, revealing her diaper, reaching inside, gently sliding out the invader within, Elizabeth having to bite her tongue to keep from letting out an audible reaction to the action.

"Is that better?" Annika asked afterwards, Elizabeth silently nodding while Annika sealed the plug up into a plastic bag from the diaper bag, cleaning her hands off before snapping the shortalls back up, obediently standing still until the girl was done, then climbing up towards her car seat.

To her surprise, she felt Annika's hands lift her back down, setting her on her feet in the parking lot again. "W-Wait, what..?" she frowned. "Aren't we going home?"

"Soon enough," Annika promised. "But if you need to make a messy, you might as well do it now. I have to assume it would be easier out here than in your car seat."

Somehow, in the span of those few moments it had taken for the plug to be taken out, Elizabeth had almost forgotten that was what she'd said, nearly contradicted herself. Instead, she shamefully claimed, "N-No, I can do it either place just fine," deciding that letting Annika believe that was better than admitting her lie.

"Have a lot of practice, huh?" Annika winked, Elizabeth blushing in response. "Well, I'd still you rather do it here, so I can get you changed."

"Changed... H-Here?" Elizabeth gulped, putting together the implications of her babysitter's words. 

"Sure," Annika told her. "There's plenty of room for the changing mat in the back seat."

Elizabeth knew that; she'd seen the girl readying it yesterday, to do the same thing. She'd gotten out of it then... Would she be able to do it again? "Pl-Please, don't," she sniffed, batting her eyes pitifully.

"No, Holly," Annika scolded sternly. "I let you get away with that yesterday to be nice, but your Mommy doesn't want me letting you make stickies too often. And I just got the smell from then out, I don't want to start all over again. So you're going to fill your diaper now, and then I'm going to change you, and that's that."

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Elizabeth heard herself saying, too intimidated to even try to resist the decision.

"Go on," Annika slid pushed down gently, but firmly, on Elizabeth's shoulders, the girl's knees already weak and shaking after being given that ultimatum, making it quite simple to make her submit, to do as she was told, no matter how humiliating it was.

And it definitely was that, especially when Annika stepped away, was no longer standing between Elizabeth and the rest of the parking lot, putting her on display as she squatted there by the car, face red from embarrassment, only amplified by what it appeared she was actually doing... What, she realized after a second, she had to at least try to do, or expose herself as a liar, while Annika moved to the other side of the car from Holly's car seat, spreading out the changing mat dutifully for the end result.

Elizabeth strained, not noticing her thumb pushing its way into her mouth as she grunted softly, doing her best. She scowled as she saw Holly step out of the theater, giving her a smug wave from across the parking lot, but fortunately, she didn't come over to say hi, just went to Elizabeth's car and headed out, leaving Elizabeth there with her babysitter.

Elizabeth was trying to walk a tightrope, being loud enough to convince Annika she was making an effort, and quiet enough to prevent anyone else from overhearing, from growing curious what was going on. All it would take was one glimpse of her in her shortalls with what seemed far more obviously a diaper bulge when she was squatting and Velcro sneakers, sucking her thumb, in that position, to figure it out, she was sure.

It was almost a relief that nothing happened, that she wasn't doing what anyone who did see her would rightfully assume she was... Except, of course, for the fact that she was going to have to do it sooner or later anyway, or potentially find herself on the receiving end of another enema. It might not be as bad if Drew wasn't there to 'help out,' but that didn't mean she wanted to go through it again today.

"Well?" Annika asked, returning from getting set up. "All done?"

Elizabeth also didn't like this, however, peering up at her babysitter, looming over her expectantly, smiling for now as she plucked the thumb from Elizabeth's mouth and replaced it with a pacifier before sniffing the air. "Holly," she frowned, spinning her around, clasping a hand to the seat of her diaper through the shortalls. She turned her back, brow furrowed. "Did you tell me a fib to make me take your plug out?" she demanded, Elizabeth a bit impressed that she'd pieced it together... Though, perhaps, she was just doing a very bad job herself, her situation keeping her from being able to plan things out as well as she'd like, proving that she might not be as clever as she thought, at least not when she didn't have time to plot, to work out exactly how she was going to manipulate her victims...

"I-I thought I had to go," she sniffled behind her paci.

Annika wasn't buying it. "Well I," she countered, "think somebody just earned herself an extra early bedtime."

Elizabeth squealed in indignation, unable to help herself. She knew she was already in trouble, but she felt herself stomp her foot anyway, pouting. "Y-You put me to bed early yesterday!" she whined. 

"And if you keep this up, I'll do it every night I'm looking after you," Annika replied, unmoved. "Just try me, young lady."

Elizabeth didn't dare, as much as she might want to. She backed down meekly, feeling a fresh trickle of warmth in her pants, a reminder that she was definitely not the one in charge here. She hated that she was so scared by this bimbo, told herself it was because Drew was dating her, could come over at any moment... But he wasn't here now, was he? It was only Annika, and she alone had Elizabeth piddling her Pampers like a silly little toddler.

"Come on," Annika sighed, taking her by the hand. "No reason to let all this go to waste... You need a fresh diaper anyway."

Elizabeth groaned, tugging uselessly on Annika's hand, getting pulled around to the other side of the car regardless. She was getting punished, and she was still going to be changed in the parking lot, too?! It was so unfair! And yet, if she pointed that out, with Annika in her current mood, it might be taken as her being a brat, land her in even hotter water, if that was possible... Or draw more attention to what was happening in their corner of the parking lot.

So, reluctantly, she let herself be led over, stomach churning at the sight of the changing mat on the back seat. It felt so open, so exposed... It wasn't, really, she told herself, desperately grasping for straws. She would be in the car, and Annika would be leaning over her... Nobody would be able to see her as her diaper's tapes were ripped open, as she laid there, half naked, getting wiped clean...

It wasn't much of a comfort, however, once it actually started, hearing snippets of her castmates' conversations floating over the breeze to her, emphasizing how near they were, wondering if they could hear her, too, softly whimpering as her diaper crinkled while Annika opened it up, lifted her up off of it to run the wipes over her bare skin.

She was glad, for once, to feel the fresh diaper being slid underneath her, to have it tugged up between her legs, blocking the air flowing in from the car door, and the sight of her privates from anyone who might be watching, who might be trying to catch a peek. She was less happy, though, when Annika put a second one into place.

"D-Doubles?" Elizabeth squeaked, blinking up at the babysitter.

"Yes," Annika confirmed. "Because when we get home, you're getting your supper, and then going straight into your crib for the night, and I have no intention of changing you again before tomorrow morning."

"B-But..." Elizabeth squirmed, though not enough to keep Annika from starting to tape up the second diaper.

"No," Annika cut her off. "You had your chance to make your second messy diaper of the day, and you told me you were ready... So, since you lied about that, I guess you'll just have to sleep in it once it does happen, won't you?"

Elizabeth hadn't even considered that. She was more concerned with getting back around the car to the car seat, wondering if the shortalls would fit over the extra bulk, but she had something else to worry about now, too. As it turned out, her initial instincts were right, however. She suspected Annika could have gotten the fabric to stretch enough if she'd really wanted to; after a couple half-hearted tugs, she gave up, sitting Elizabeth up and removing the shortalls altogether, leaving her in her double diaper and the shirt she'd been wearing underneath.

"Okay, Holly," Annika ordered, apparently satisfied with that outfit. "Go throw your old diaper away over there."

She pointed across the parking lot, past everyone still talking, back to the front of the theater, to the trash can there. "No!" she yelped, much louder than she'd meant, only slightly muffled by her pacifier. She blushed, hoping that nobody overheard her, especially when she saw the look on Annika's face.

"What was that, young lady?" she demanded.

"I-I'm sorry!" Elizabeth told her. "I-I just..." She sniffled, wiggling in place, looking down at her extra thick diapers, mortified at the mere thought of stepping outside of the car like this, much less waddling all the way across the parking lot and back. "I-I can't!"

"You can't, huh?" Annika raised an eyebrow, Elizabeth bracing herself, positive that she was about to be ordered to do it, or that Annika was going to take her by the hand, drag her there. Instead, thankfully, the sitter relented. "Fine, then," she sighed. "Don't you dare move a muscle."

Annika bent over and picked the diaper up herself, stepping away from the car door. Suddenly, Elizabeth wasn't so certain this was any better, sitting there, very obviously diapered, while her babysitter threw the diaper away for her, making no effort to hide what she was carrying. Anyone could look at either of them, make the connection... And thanks to Elizabeth's last outburst, it was very possible they were doing exactly that.

Elizabeth wished she could pull the car door closed, but she couldn't, couldn't make her body move, make her hand stretch out and grab the handle. Annika had told her not to move a muscle, after all, and she could only assume that included to shut the door, to give herself some privacy. All she could do was sit there, staring down at her thickly padded crotch, sucking harder and harder on her pacifier, listening to her heart pounding in her chest as she waited what felt like an eternity for Annika's return, not knowing what she'd do or say if, instead, she saw someone else's legs approach from her periphery. 

Fortunately, it was Annika who showed up, picking her up without a word, carrying her around the other side of the car to buckle her into her car seat. They rode back to Holly's house in silence, Annika carrying Elizabeth inside when they arrived, right to the nursery, and the naughty stool in the corner.

As soon as Elizabeth saw where they were headed, put it together, a wave of relief washed over her. It wasn't exactly what she'd envisioned, but this might just work... Drew wasn't there now to distract Annika, though she was going to be busy getting Elizabeth's dinner together. If she was lucky, that could give her enough time to sneak off of there and out, and avoid another long night trapped in the crib. Of course, if she were to get caught now, with Annika already in such a bad mood, that probably wouldn't end well for her.

She had to try. She'd finally hit the right balance of naughtiness to land herself there, and it was hard to tell when, or if, it would happen again. As great as her playdate idea had been, this was better, easier, so long as she worked quickly.

"Here," Annika declared, plopping Elizabeth down on the stool. "This should keep you out of trouble, and give you some time to think."

"Yes, ma'am," Elizabeth nodded behind her paci, doing her best not to let her excitement shine through. "I'll stay right here."

Annika gave her a strange look, stepping over to the dresser to grab something from one of the drawers. "Yeah," she said. "I know you will."

She returned to the stool, knelt down, Elizabeth watching her with curiosity, unsure what she was doing... Until she caught a glimpse of something she hadn't noticed before, having only seen it from a distance as she formulated her plan. The stool was bolted firmly to the floor, not moving even slightly no matter how much she squirmed.

"W-Wait," she shifted in her seat, shaking her head. "I-I don't need those..."

"Your Mommy told me to be sure to use these if you had to sit here," Annika informed her, looping the soft ankle cuff around one of Elizabeth's legs, and then the leg of the stool, locking both sides in place before moving on to fasten the other one. "And, especially after your behavior today, I'm definitely going to trust her word over yours."

"B-But...!" Elizabeth protested, trying in vain to kick her feet, neither one going far before reaching the end of its restraint, ensuring that, even with Annika leaving the room, leaving her all alone, according to her plan, she still had no choice other than to sit there and think about what she'd done, sulkily sucking her paci and feeling utterly outsmarted and defeated.