Holly & Elizabeth - Chapter 23 (Patreon)

It was a relief, at first, to return to her hotel room and find neither Kristi nor Paige there, waiting for her. She hadn't really wanted to confront them first thing, after the stress of rehearsal, was happy to be able to flop down on her bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling as she fretted about this 'playdate' that Elizabeth had managed to arrange between them.

There was no way she wasn't up to something, that she wasn't going to try to use the opportunity to switch places... But was that a bad thing? Holly had wanted to use this time to see what it was like to be a grown-up again - and to go to the mall's anniversary event, eventually - and it seemed like that wasn't going to happen now.

She groaned, wriggling in place, feeling her wet Pull-Up between her legs. She couldn't even changed herself, except into a full-blown diaper, and she didn't want to have to do that already. Her trainers were all locked into the safe, and there was no way for her to get to them, to clean herself up and dispose of the evidence to make it look like she'd kept herself dry, to 'prove' that she didn't need to be padded all the time...

Smacking her fists against her bed in frustration, she heard the crinkling of her plastic sheet, only angering her further. It wasn't fair! She hadn't even gotten one full day as a real big girl! Sure, the time she had spent as one had shown her that she probably ought to stay in at least Pull-Ups most of the time, but she should be able to try panties sometimes if she wanted! And when the housekeepers returned, saw she'd had an accident - more than one by now, honestly - they were never going to let her do that!

Unless... She paused, pursing her lips. She'd been thinking like a little girl... If she wanted to be an adult, she had to start thinking like one. The housekeepers had made her tell them when she would be back, but she'd said that her meeting might go long, so she was covered for a bit. Not to mention they weren't here yet, anyway. And she had a car...

As long as she didn't run into them, she could go back to it, go buy herself some new Pull-Ups, and change into them. That would be even better than using the ones she already had! She wouldn't have to worry about them spotting the used one in whatever garbage can she tossed it into in the hotel, since there was a chance they emptied any of them, and if either of them had noted the number of training panties in the safe, they wouldn't have any reason to be suspicious when the count went down.

She grinned proudly, sitting back up. It would have been better, had she come up with this plan while she was still out, but, regardless, she was glad she was capable of outsmarting the maids... Theoretically, anyway. She hadn't actually done anything yet.

She hopped back off of the bed, grabbing the purse she'd tossed onto the table on her way to the door. She stopped at the door, getting up on her tiptoes to peek out the peephole. Her field of view was narrow enough to only confirm that they weren't right outside... They could be on either end of the hall, on their way, ready to pounce and punish her if they saw her sneaking out of her room, the very idea making the throbbing pain in her pink backside seem to intensify, reminding her of what was at stake.

It was no huge shock that she felt another dribble into her Pull-Ups, too; that was second nature to her. She didn't even bother resisting it at first, since she was about to get a new one to change into, until she recalled how full they already were. She squeaked, squeezing her thighs together, thumb popping into her mouth as she felt the padding warm and swell dangerously, ignoring her attempts to stop it. If she leaked, then her whole plot went out the window... They'd definitely notice a wet spot on her clothes, or if she changed, and if she made a puddle, they'd never let her leave the room in anything other than a diaper again!

"Please stop, please stop," she begged from behind her thumb, the sensation of helplessness growing deeper and deeper, knowing that was all she could do, that she had no real control over her bladder right now, other than hoping it would listen and obey. As the stream finally began to slow, she realized she could have stepped into the bathroom, at least, made it simpler to clean up her own mess, if she made one.

Thankfully, the Pull-Up held. She breathed a sigh of relief as she pawed at her skirt, examining it closely, searching for any spots, not finding any there, or on her socks, even when she looked into the mirror. Of course, her panties might not have fared so well... Reluctantly, standing in front of the mirror, she lifted her skirt, blushing as she saw the big girl undies stretched over her trainers, seeming all the more absurd given how soaked her Pull-Up was now. 

They were dry, too, as far as she could see, but when she poked at them, she could tell that wouldn't be true for much longer. If she didn't hurry up, the next accident was going to be catastrophic...

So she had to really steel herself as she looked out the peephole again, bracing herself for the worst, and then do the same when she opened up the door and poked her head out to check the rest of the hall before she stepped out of her room. It was empty, which was good, other than the fact that it made her feel more exposed, more obvious. If Kristi or Paige did show up, there was nobody else to distract them, let her slip by.

The elevator would have been faster, by far, than going down the stairs, but she barely had time to formulate the question of which to use before she knew the answer. The elevator was where she'd encountered Kristi the first time... She knew they used it, and if they were still on-duty, pushing around their cleaning carts, they definitely would be in there, rather than pushing those up and down the steps. Even if they weren't, it seemed unlikely they'd bother with all those steps if they didn't have to.

Unfortunately, she did. She wrinkled her nose, staring longingly at the closed elevator door, knowing it would save her so much time if she could get on there, ride it down... But it wasn't worth the stress of standing there, waiting for the door to open, worrying that she'd see one of the housekeepers inside when they did, or that they'd be on the other side when she reached the ground floor and waited, again, for the doors to open back up. It had felt like her bladder had emptied itself already, however, she was quite aware of how easily an extra trickle could make its way out, and that might be enough to overflow her padding.

The door to the stairway was heavy, and, as silly as it was, she was worried it might be locked at first, until she pushed a little harder. The air felt significantly hotter in there, more stale, sweat immediately beading on her forehead. She had to remind herself that she was going down, at least, and that, when she returned, she could use the elevator again, pretend that it was her first time going back to her room that afternoon. For now, though, as she began to walk down the steps, it was hardly a comfort.

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Elizabeth huffed, stomping her foot. Of course, she hadn't really expected to be able to force the cuffs open with her bare hands - they wouldn't be very good restraints if she could do that - but it was still annoying, either way.

Nose wrinkling, she stared at the corner, having no real choice in the matter. The double diaper did give her plenty of padding, anyway, though comfort was not her primary concern right now... She had been so certain that this was the key, that she'd be able to use the naughty stool to escape, which made the cuffs around her ankles extra demoralizing. 

She knew they were Nanny's instructions, that it was her, really, and she had no hope of outsmarting that woman; it had been Annika getting them out, putting them on her, however, so it felt more like it was her who had defeated Elizabeth's plan, who had seen through it before she could even give it a fair try. 

"Just come off!" she whined under her breath, trusting that to be enough to mask what she was saying, along with her paci, in case Annika was listening in over the baby monitor, unable to resist giving it one more shot. They didn't even have regular locks, ones she might be able to pick if she was able to get a hold of a bobby pin, something Nanny was bound to have in her room, or, if worst came to worst, that she'd absolutely be able to find plenty of in the dressing room at the theater. They were magnetic, and, as easy as they'd slipped on, it seemed like she shouldn't have any trouble pulling them off, if she tried hard enough.

They wouldn't budge. She stamped her feet again, tears filling her eyes. She'd put far too much faith in this, apparently, into seeing it as the perfect loophole that Holly was too timid to take advantage of. She was so pathetic, so demoralized, that all it would take to make her stay there was a threat... And, perhaps, when her Mommy was around, that was true. Honestly, that might work for Elizabeth, too, knowing how cruel the Nanny could be if she was disobeyed. She'd never imagined that Holly would have the guts still to oppose even her babysitters, however, that she would need any extra restraints, had been so sure she'd be able to do what Holly was too scared to and simply toddle out to freedom.

But no, she was trapped in the corner in her shirt, double diapers, and Velcro sneakers, sulking into her pacifier. As dumb as she might look, Annika had her completely under her control, and, at least at the moment, there was nothing Elizabeth could do about it.

"My, my," the babysitter giggled when she returned, "someone is extra cranky. I think it's a good thing she's going straight to bed once her tummy is full."

Seeing the locks removed with the magnetic key, coming off with no problem whatsoever, barely any effort on Annika's part, made Elizabeth's failure to remove them all the more degrading. She waddled behind Annika to watch her put the cuffs away, to see if she could spot where the key went so she could try to snatch it - or, even better, find a copy so that Annika could lock her away and assume she was secure, have no reason to worry about her - but, frustratingly, it went right into her pocket.

"I would ask if your time-out did you any good," Annika said as she lifted Elizabeth up, setting her into Holly's high chair, sliding the tray into place over her lap and tying a bib around her neck, "but I can tell by your sour face that it didn't... And all that banging around you were doing in here instead of sitting and thinking about what you did." Elizabeth blushed. "It's all right... You'll have much, much more time in your crib when we're finished up."

"I-I'm really sorry," Elizabeth sniffed, as her paci was plucked out of her mouth, set down on the tray. "I-I'll do better if you let me stay up..."

"I doubt it," Annika told her. "In my experience, it's usually the opposite."

"No, I will!" Elizabeth insisted, feet swinging. "I...!"

She was cut off by the nipple of a bottle, stomach churning as she recognized the taste instantly from earlier that day, positive it was more breastmilk. She didn't dare resist it now, however, meekly nursing on it, as much as she wished she didn't have to, quickly noting that, despite how familiar it was, there was something different this time around. It was thicker, grittier...

Fiber. Annika had added fiber to it. It took Elizabeth a few moments, longer than it probably should have, really, given how many times she'd used it on her victims, how she'd seen Nanny use it on Holly, way back when. She was well aware of how effective it could be, how much easier it could make having actual accidents...

"Oh, don't pout," Annika scolded her, seeing the expression on her face. "This is exactly what your Mommy told me to do if you got too off-schedule with your messies. This should help get you right back where you ought to be."

She wasn't even hiding it, wasn't trying to keep it a secret. Elizabeth whimpered, trying to push the bottle away, Annika simply pushing the bottle more firmly into her mouth. "I know," she cooed, "it can be hard, not having your Mommy here, just having strangers to look after you... You need to use your diapers properly, though, sweetie, and I know you don't want to have enemas all the time... That's not good for you... So I'm going to make sure you have plenty of fiber from now on to help you out."

"No!" Elizabeth wailed as the bottle was finally taken out of her mouth, put down on the tray next to her pacifier. "I don't need that!"

"Then prove it," Annika said, almost sounding like she was daring her. "So far, it seems like you do, Holly."

Things didn't improve when they moved on to her food, either, another bowl of oatmeal, this one filled with not only flecks of prune, but a swirl of purple mush throughout, prune babyfood mixed into it. She'd been so worried that Drew was putting extra stuff into her food, yet now it was Annika doing so without so much as an attempt to hide it... And she had a feeling that, on top of that, it seemed even thicker than usual, that there was extra fiber being added to it, too...

And Annika made sure she ate every bite of it, not even deigning to respond to Elizabeth's desperate plea of, "I can feed myself!", maintaining her grip on the spoon the whole time. As humiliating as it might be, Elizabeth would have preferred to pretend to be a messy eater, to dribble as much of it onto her bib as she could. She wouldn't even have cared if she missed, got it on herself... At least a bath would postpone this absurdly early bedtime she had been given.

Instead, all of it wound up in her tummy, along with the rest of her bottle. Despite the cleanness of it, when Annika removed Elizabeth's bib, she whisked away her shirt as well, then took off her shoes and socks while she was still sitting in the high chair, leaving her in only her diaper when she lifted her out of it and deposited her into the crib for the night.

"I expect an extra-full diaper in the morning," Annika winked at her, handing her a second bottle of milk, to the smaller girl's dismay. "And I don't want to hear another peep out of you until then." She patted Elizabeth on the head through the bars, her charge pouting at her and watching her go, whining behind her paci.

At the very least, Elizabeth told herself when she finally, begrudgingly, removed her pacifier and took a sip from her bottle, knowing, without having to be told, that she was also expected to finish that off before she went to sleep, this one wasn't Mommy's milk. It tasted more like formula, which was bad enough, but a marked improvement over breastmilk, certainly. It was still warm, too, Annika, to her credit, having either gotten lucky, or heated it up the perfect amount when she made it so that it had cooled off just enough by the time she had finished feeding Elizabeth, and Elizabeth had gotten tired of simply sulking in the crib and decided to take a drink.

Unfortunately, it was obvious she'd added fiber to it as well, the taste all the more apparent in it than her first bottle, either thanks to the nature of this milk, or to Elizabeth being aware that it was there from the start. She groaned, feeling sorry for herself as she rolled over, wondering how much her body would be able to take before she began to have genuine, messy accidents like an un-potty-trained little toddler... Or like Holly...

In a way, though, wouldn't that be better than the alternative at this point? It was so embarrassing, having to think about doing that on purpose, trying to force her body to fill her pants before she fell asleep, having to spend the whole night in a dirty diaper... She hadn't thought she was tired at all, that she'd have plenty of time, but the more she drank the warm milk, the heavier her eyelids got, and the more desperate she became to do the deed, to ensure she wouldn't have to wake up and get another enema first thing in the morning... Or, perhaps even worse, wake up to discover that the fiber was already working, that she'd pooped herself in her sleep...

All she had to do to prevent both of those things was to mess her diaper. It should be such a simple thing, so easy even an infant could do it... And yet, as she began to drift off, belly full of warm milk, she was still weakly squirming, still trying, and failing...

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It had been easier than Holly expected, honestly. Not the steps, which had felt like they stretched on forever, going down and down and down, like she was descending into the depths of hell itself, but everything other than that.

She hadn't really paid attention to the door to the stairwell any of the times she'd been in the lobby, so she hadn't known what it looked like, if she'd be able to see through it... Thankfully, it did, indeed, have a nicely sized window in it, allowing her to check that neither Paige nor Kristi was waiting for her out there, making it far less nerve-wracking to burst out and shuffle outside, back to Elizabeth's car.

There was a drugstore not too far from the hotel, too, and when she pulled in, the parking lot was blessedly empty, only a sparse few cars dotting it, allowing her to get a space right by the door. And when she entered, she saw that there were not only self-checkout lanes open, but the other customers all appeared to be waiting at the pharmacy, or the photo counter, not shopping.

She didn't even mind, too much, the cashier calling out, "Welcome! Do you need any help?" from behind his counter. She'd have loved to get through without being seen at all, certainly by someone as cute as him, yet she knew that was probably asking for too much. 

The diapers were even over on the far side, away from him, and everyone else, which made her feel a little better about being in that aisle. The only issue, really, once she found the Pull-Ups, was that she could not, for the life of her, remember which kind she had. She was allowed in them so infrequently she hadn't realized there were three kinds now, the regular, overnights, and New Leaf, which promised to be softer. She knew they'd had cooling ones at one point, along with the normal ones, and had been confident that she didn't have those, but between these three, she was less sure.

She couldn't even figure it out from the designs, despite having just looked at them before leaving her room, since she'd had the panties over top of them. She frowned, peering around the store, annoyed to see that the bathrooms were all the way on the other side. Did she seriously want to go all the way there to check, then come all the way back, and all the way to the opposite end once more to check out? Did she trust her bladder to hold on for that long? She was already on the verge of leaking...

There was nobody else around, she reminded herself. It would only take a second... Blushing, she lifted up her skirt, tugging out the front of her panties to compare the childish designs on her trainers to the ones on the shelves in front of her, grateful to see an exact match staring back at her for her to grab.

It was embarrassing carrying it up to check out, of course, past the cashier, but there was no way he could know they were for her. "All ready?" he asked as she walked by, trying to pretend she didn't see him. 

"Uh-huh," she nodded over to the self-checkouts. "I'm just..."

She froze. The lights indicating they were ready for use had definitely been on when she came in, hadn't they? And yet, now, they were both off, the screens reading 'Closed' on both. She blushed, turning back towards the cute cashier bashfully, realizing that, if she wanted her Pull-Ups, she was going to have to buy them from him.

"Excellent choice," he chuckled as she set the package down on the counter in front of him.

"O-Oh," she stammered. "Th-They're for..."

"Do you need any help getting changed?" he winked at her.

Her eyes widened, face turning bright red. "N-No, th-they're not mine!" she insisted desperately.

He smirked, glancing up, past her. She turned her head to follow his gaze, her blush deepening when she noticed the mirrors lining the tops of the walls, aimed down at the aisles below. Had he seen her checking herself?! 

"H-Here," she shoved Elizabeth's credit card at him, frantic to get out of there as quickly as possible now. 

"Is this your Mommy's card?" he teased. "I think I'd better see some ID..."

She scowled, fighting the urge to stomp her foot in frustration. "Fine," she rolled her eyes, handing him Elizabeth's ID, squirming with anxiety as she watched him examine them.

"Hmm..." he held up the license, looking between it and her. "I don't know..."

"Come on!" she whined. "It's me! Just give me my... stuff..." She trailed off, too embarrassed to say it out loud, even with nobody else around.

"Then tell me," he said, "what's your address?"

"H-Huh?" Holly blinked.

"Or just your zip code," he told her, watching her fidget for a minute. "I should probably confiscate these," he picked up the credit card, too, holding it out of her reach. "Or, I could ask again... Do you need any help getting changed?"

Holly stared up at him, cheeks burning, knowing she had no real choice in the matter, as humiliating as it would be. "Y-Yes, sir," she mumbled, almost surprised to hear the words coming out of her mouth. "I-I do need some help, please."

He smiled, pocketing the cards, pressing a button under the counter, making the self-checkouts turn back on, and turning the light on his own register off before he stepped out from behind it, picking up the Pull-Ups in one arm, holding out his other hand to her with a, "Good girl," when she obediently took it, letting herself be led anxiously towards the bathrooms.