Holly & Elizabeth - Chapter 24 (Patreon)

Holly could feel her Pull-Up growing dangerously warmer as she walked anxiously alongside the cashier, not sure what was going to happen, what to expect. She was starting to wonder whether this had been actually worth it, if she should have simply accepted the punishment from the housekeepers at the hotel when they discovered that she'd had an accident, but it was too late now... If she ran away, she'd lose Elizabeth's credit card and ID.

It wasn't hers, so maybe that would be okay... Unless she got pulled over, which, given how shaky her driving skills still felt after so long out of practice, seemed like a very real possibility. And there was some cash in Elizabeth's purse... Would it be enough to survive on, by itself, without a credit card?

She should have told him no, should have used some of that cash to pay, taken the card back as soon as he began to question her. It had been so stupid, letting herself fall for that, letting him take both, slip them into his pocket, putting her completely at his mercy. She stared up at him, nibbling her bottom lip, feeling so small, so silly, so childish next to him.

"Here we are," he cooed, pushing open the door to the men's room. She whimpered, making a token attempt to yank away from his grip, failing. The only time she'd been in one of those before was when she was remodeling the bathrooms for the mall, walking through to decide how to update them, then checking in on them when construction was done. There had been no chance, at the time, of anyone being in there, other than other workers, nobody wanting to use them, so it felt totally different now, being led in like a little girl, too tiny to be allowed to go to the potty on her own, even if that meant having to go into the men's room with her Daddy.

She breathed a sigh of relief to see that there was nobody in there, but he left the door unlocked as he pulled her inside, ensuring that, at any moment, could change. Just the sight of the urinal, along the wall, out in the open, made her uncomfortable somehow, and the stall with the toilet wasn't much better, as small as it was, as easy as it would be for anyone to look underneath, see her feet as she was getting changed...

"All right," he declared, stopping in the middle of the room. "Let's see the damage."

"Wh-What?!" she squeaked. "H-Here?!"

He shrugged, smirked. "Why not?"

"B-But..." Holly pouted, looking over at the stall. The walls might not hide her completely, yet it was certainly better than being out in the open!

"Somebody might need that," he chastised her playfully. "It would be rude to hog it if someone who can actually make it to the potty on time has to use it."

Holly's cheeks burned in shame, hands tugging at the hem of her skirt. "I-I can, too..." she whined.

"You can, huh?" he teased. "Then why don't you show me, princess? I got a nice glimpse in the mirror, but I couldn't see for sure how soggy you got them."

Of course... That was how he'd known they were for her. "M-Maybe they're not soggy at all," she stammered.

"Sure," he agreed with a shrug. "That's possible. I don't think it's very likely, though."

She huffed, stomping her foot. "Why not?!" she demanded.

"Just look at you," he said, gesturing at her, only making her more grumpy. "You're a silly little pants-wetter if I've ever seen one."

Holly sniffed, glancing over at the mirror, seeing her eyes welling with frustrated tears. Was it really so obvious, even now?! She was dressed like an adult, trying to act like one... She couldn't be that bad at it, that clearly faking it... Could she?

"Now show me," he repeated. She opened her mouth to protest, but he caught her before she could speak. "Or tell me you didn't have an accident again. I'm going to check you either way, and if I find out you continued telling fibs, I might just have to give you another spanking. I don't think you want that, do you?" 

The dull pain in Holly's bottom reminded that she very much did not. She was so overwhelmed with everything else, she was almost impressed that he knew it wouldn't be her first, until she gave her skirt another bashful pull, remembered how anxious she'd been all rehearsal that someone would see how pink her backside was underneath. "N-No," she shook her head. "I-I don't..."

"Then let me see," he told her. He saw her eyes dart towards the door, chuckled. "The longer you wait, the more chance there is of someone walking through there. Is that what you'd prefer? Would you rather wait for that?"

"N-No!" she groaned, stomping her foot. "Fine!" She lifted up her skirt, praying that the latest trickle hadn't overloaded the padding, that she wasn't going to see a wet spot on her panties.

"Aww," he snickered, reaching down, running a finger along the waistband of the panties. "Aren't these cute? It's too bad you aren't big enough to wear them on their own, huh?"

She glowered at him, wanting to snap back and say that she was, but she knew how pointless that was when she'd been worried, a moment ago, that she had leaked, and how, in another moment or two, she would be revealing the truth. Her hands were shaking as she lowered one from her skirt to her underwear, as she grabbed them, thinking about what she was about to do, then, finally, like ripping off a band-aid, giving them a yank, letting them slide down her legs.

A pout grew across her face as she saw him smirk, then laugh, seeing her standing there, Pull-Ups exposed. "Fine," she whined. "I had a little accident, okay? It's not that funny!"

"A little accident?" he shook his head. "You're soaked! I don't think these Pull-Ups are going to be enough for you... I think we'd better go get you some proper diapers."

"No!" she squealed. She couldn't let that happen, after all of this... She might as well have just stayed in the hotel at that rate, accepted that she was never going to be allowed in trainers again. This whole escapade would have been for nothing, other than to allow her to humiliate herself in front of yet another person! "Please, no! I don't need diapers!"

"It looks like you do," he countered. "Unless you can prove you're a big enough girl that you don't..."

There it was... She gulped, looking up at him. There had been some part of her that had been expecting this, even if it was something that she hadn't actively thought about in a very long time, certainly not as something that she, herself, could do... Even a part of her that didn't entirely mind it, as handsome as he was, that almost desired it, in some dark, twisted way. Her eyes turned to his belt, her cheeks darkening. "Wh-What do you want me to do?" she asked quietly, not knowing what, exactly, she was going to do if he said what she thought he would.

"Well," he urged, smiling down at her, "what do you think? What do big girls do?"

"I-I dunno..." she told him, her breath and heart quickening, a different warmth building between her legs.

"You don't, huh?" he chuckled. "Is that because you aren't a big girl?"

"N-No, I am," she insisted. "I-I just..."

"Would you like me to tell you, then?" he leaned in closer, Holly nodding hesitantly. "Big girls know their alphabet, don't they?"

She blinked, taken aback by the question. "Wh-What?"

"The alphabet," he repeated. "You do at least know what it is, don't you?"

"Y-Yeah, of course," she said, confused. "B-But what..?"

"Then do you know all of it?" he asked. "Every letter?"

She was baffled now, with no idea where this was going, what he was leading her towards. "Yeah, I do," she rolled her eyes, embarrassed she even had to say it, that there might be any question.

"Very good!" he cooed, kneeling down in front of her. She squirmed, watching as he touched her panties. "Feet up!" he instructed, pulling them off of her when she obeyed, then moving up to her skirt next, unzipped it, tugging it downwards, leaving her in only her Pull-Up beneath her shirt. "Feet up," he told her again, clearly planning to take the skirt away, too.

"Wh-Why?" she whined, keeping her feet firmly planted on the floor.

It didn't matter, as he grabbed her by the ankle, pulling it upwards, having little difficulty, despite her best efforts, as he slid the skirt over it, then moved on to the next, just as easily as if he were undressing a grumpy child.

"There we are," he declared. "Now, then, if you want to prove that you're a big girl, I want you to go out into the middle of the store and sing the alphabet song as loud as you can to prove what a big girl you are."

"Wh-What?!" Holly gasped. There hadn't been many other customers, and they were off in other parts of the store... If she was doing that, especially as loud as she could, that would surely catch their attention, however... And that was assuming nobody else had come in while they were in the bathroom.

"I need to know that you're a big enough girl to be given another chance in Pull-Ups," he smirked. "So I need you to show me that you are... Or I'll get you some diapers instead."

Mommy had, certainly, made her do things that were just as humiliating, if not more, but this felt different, both coming from a stranger, and while she was trying, so hard, to prove she could be an adult again. It was starting to feel like everyone could tell, somehow, that she was only pretending, that she'd spent the last decade in diapers, and that was where she belonged.

"C-Can I get changed first?" she tried, eyeing the package of fresh, dry Pull-Ups. She didn't want to step out of here in training panties at all, though at least a new one wouldn't be obviously wet, wouldn't have its designs all faded off. She could maybe pass it off as a joke or something... When it was used, it made it clear that she actually needed them.

"Don't be silly," he chastised. "You're doing it to earn your change, so what would be the point if you got it beforehand?"

"W-Well, I still need my panties and my skirt back," she whined. "And my ID and credit card..." Her stomach lurched as she listed it all out, hardly able to believe how much she'd allowed herself to get stolen from her, and how quickly. All those years of being a good, obedient sub for Mommy made it difficult to say no, even when it definitely would have been for the best if she did.

"That's true," he nodded, giving Holly hope, for a moment, that he was going to take pity on her, before he continued with a simple, "but no."

She stomped her foot, pouting at him, getting only an amused chuckle in return. He held all the power here; she was a helpless little girl compared to him, one who might have thought she had a chance to outsmart the grown-ups, just to have it demonstrated to her exactly how wrong she was, how small and dumb and weak she was in contrast to them.

"Fine," she sighed. It would be easy enough to avoid this place; the hotel would be much trickier, the consequences of showing up in a diaper, or her Pull-Ups drenched, much worse, much more long-lasting. She could, she supposed, try to book a new hotel for herself, but that felt like cheating in her game with Elizabeth - even if Elizabeth was somewhat cheating, too, attempting to bring her back home for their 'play date' - and there was already so much of Elizabeth's stuff in the safe, stuff she wouldn't be able to get back without the housekeepers' help...

He looked slightly surprised, as if he hadn't actually expected her to do it, and she wondered if she'd made a mistake, if she should have held her ground just a bit longer. It was too late now, though... There was no way he'd let her back out now that she'd said yes, if he ever would have. "All right, then," he smiled. "Don't forget... The whole thing. And if you mess up, you have to start all over again."

"I know my ABCs!" she glared at him, beginning to feel anxious, and frustrated at herself for not recognizing that she might have been able to wait him out, call his bluff, if she'd had a little more patience.

"Then go let everybody hear them, little one," he gestured to the door. It took everything Holly had to keep her thumb out of her mouth as she shuffled over to it. With a deep breath, she pushed open the door, shocked at how rapidly the bathroom she'd been so nervous about entering minutes ago had become a safe space, in comparison to where she was going now.

Her heart pounded as she took a step outside, eyes darting around the store, looking at where the other customers were. There were even fewer now, thankfully, and still in the other sections of the store. And the middle of the store, technically, from what she could tell, seemed to be in the middle of one of the aisles. She wasn't certain if that was what he meant, or if he wanted her to stand in an open space where she would be more easily seen, but he had said the middle...

It wasn't perfect, of course. She was much more aware of the mirrors, now that he had told her he'd seen her checking herself in them, and if someone was curious what was going on, it wouldn't take them long to walk over, find her there. If she was quick enough, however, maybe, just maybe, she could pull it off.

"A..." she began, her voice quivering, coming out thin and reedy. She swallowed, shaking her head, determined not to give the cashier any reason to deny her, to say she hadn't done it correctly, make her give a repeat performance. "A, B, C, D, E, F, G!" she sang out, surprised, this time, at how loud it was, how she was sure she could hear it echoing through the store, covering up the music playing quietly in the background.

She squirmed, gulped, feeling the sweat beading on her forehead. She'd started now... She had to keep going. She sped up the pace of the letters, struggling to keep it in check so that she wouldn't, accidentally, miss one, or, more likely, say them too speedily so that the cashier didn't hear them all, or have them blend together. "H, I, J, K, LMNOP!"

The last letter felt especially humiliating, given the state of her Pull-Ups. Those letters always melted together in the song anyway, but she tried, this time, to get them out particularly fast, and, even so, P still managed to hang in the air for an extra moment. She paused, teeth starting to bite down on her bottom lips, thighs squeezing together around the squishy, sodden padding between them. She shook her head, pushing through it. She was almost done! She couldn't get caught up in thinking about what she was doing now! There had definitely been enough time now that someone could have turned around from the line at the pharmacy, or the photo counter, that they could even have began to walk her way to see if her Mommy was nearby, if she was all right...

She didn't let herself look around, to see if she could spot any of that happening. She blocked it all out, concentrating, instead, on the alphabet, embarrassed that the way she envisioned them now was on a baby block, eternally spinning, a new letter on each face every time it turned. "Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y and Z!"

With a sigh of relief, her feet headed for the bathroom even before she'd started to say Z, only to freeze as she saw the cashier standing in the doorway, smirking, waving her on. There was a burst of panic, running back through what she'd said, wondering what she'd forgotten, what she'd left out, stomach twisting at the idea of doing it all over again, part of her ready to do that, to speed through them even faster, if that was possible, another desperate to know what she had messed up so she could keep herself from doing it next time. Or had she blown through LMNOP, the part she wanted to repeat the least, too quick for him?

Then, suddenly, she realized what he was telling her to do. She had, for a moment, almost done it automatically, but she was so glad to have made it through the alphabet, and so eager to return to the bathroom, she'd stopped short. "Now I know my ABCs!" she crowed, looking him in the eye, seeing him give her a tiny nod of approval. "Next time won't you sing with me?"

She could hear the sound of applause, and, while she saw his hands moving, she was positive it wasn't just from him, that it was coming from elsewhere in the store, too, either mockingly, or because they assumed she was a child and wanting to encourage her for getting her alphabet right. She didn't dare try to see who it was, to judge their reasoning. She rushed for the bathroom, through the door, past the cashier as he stepped aside for her, closing the door behind her, and, thankfully, turning the lock.

"What a clever big girl you are!" he teased. "I'd say you earned yourself a nice, dry Pull-Up!"

He ripped open the package, taking one out and holding it out to her. She snatched it away, heart still racing. "I told you," she pouted at him.

"Well, I had to know for sure," he shrugged. "It's hard to trust the word of someone who pees her pants that much." He chuckled, eyeing her soaked Pull-Up.

She didn't know if he was going to stop her from going into the stall, if he was going to insist on helping her, as he'd made her ask him to do - or, honestly, if she wanted him to or not - but he didn't say anything as she headed over there, as she pulled the door shut. While it would, of course, have been simpler, less mortifying, to simply buy the trainers and change in the women's room, as she'd intended to do, it did feel more satisfying to be doing it now, after 'earning' them, to know that she'd survived and was now getting her reward of dry pants. She only hoped she'd be able to keep them that way until the housekeepers checked her, or all of this would have been for nothing after all.

Luckily, he gave her panties and skirt back once she emerged from the stall... Or did a minute later, after she impatiently grabbed for them, and he chided her, "Wash your hands, princess."

She rolled her eyes, but went over to the sink to do it anyway, then took the rest of her clothes and put them on. "Can I go pay for my Pull-Ups now?" she asked once she was finished, feeling a bit more like a grown-up again... Not totally, however, not after what she'd just done.

"Nah," he shook his head, a pit opening up in her stomach, wondering what else she was going to have to do. "I found this package opened up on the shelf... I guess somebody really needed one. I can't sell it like this, though." He gave her a wink, handing her back the ID and credit card. "It happens sometimes. I'll keep them up under the counter for my manager to deal with... But that usually takes her a while, so, you know, if you ever need another change..."

"I could just go buy them somewhere else," she huffed.

"You could," he agreed. "Where's the fun in that? My name is Travis, by the way. I'm usually working around this time of day."

Knowing his name, it would have been easy to report him, to complain to his manager, try to get him fired... Holly knew she was never going to do that, however. "I'm Holly," she told him without thinking, before remembering that he'd looked at the cards she'd given him. "I-I mean, my name is Elizabeth, but I go by Holly when I'm..."

"When you're in little space?" he finished for her when she grew too flustered to figure out how to finish the sentence. She nodded mutely; it was, she supposed, true, since she was always in little space, when she hadn't switched places with Elizabeth. The fact that he knew that term meant he must be, at the very least, aware of this, if he didn't participate himself... What had just happened made her assume that he did, or that he wanted to, had thought about what he would do if he had to opportunity to.

"Well, like I said, princess," he smiled, "if you ever can't quite keep your Pull-Ups dry again, come and see me. I'm sure we can work something out."