Holly & Elizabeth - Chapter 25 (Patreon)

As Holly left the store, unsure how to feel about what had just happened, she remembered that, she couldn't help regretting not going into the bathroom. It would have been odd, yes, to do that in the men's room, with Travis outside the stall, and it felt almost as strange to go to the women's room after she finished changing herself, so she'd scurried her way out... Which made the idea of immediately returning and slinking to the restroom even more awkward.

So she made her way back to the hotel, hoping for the best. She could try her hardest, concentrate on not having an accident, but if her time outside the nursery had taught her anything so far, it was that she could no longer reliably tell when she needed to go, much less stop it when she did... Which was hardly news to her, really, though she'd hoped that, somehow, things would be different when she wasn't surrounded by baby things, when there were more stakes to her staying dry or not.

She wiggled her bottom a bit before she stepped into the hotel to confirm that she hadn't dribbled, as far as she could tell, then made her way back inside, back up to her room, unlocking the door and opening it up, gasping in shock as she saw a figure in there, waiting for her. 

A myriad of possibilities swam through her head at once. Was it Elizabeth, ready to claim her victory? Had some stranger broke in, and she was interrupting them robbing her? Or was it just the housekeepers? Whoever it was, the initial sight of them was enough to surprise her, to send a jolt of fear through her...

And a spurt of pee into her new Pull-Up. "No!" she squealed, knees turning inwards toward one another, hands clasping to her crotch. After all of that, after everything she'd gone through to earn these, after making it back here dry... It wasn't fair! Tears began to sting at the corners of her eyes, giving her another reason to hope that this was just Elizabeth, here to put her out of her misery, or some burglar taking Elizabeth's things.

Of course, it was the other option, Paige letting out a giggle as she saw her. "What's wrong?" she cooed.

"I-It's not fair!" Holly complained, before the housekeeper had even said anything else, anticipating the worst, stomping her foot in protest prematurely. "Y-You scared me! I-It doesn't count!"

"What doesn't count?" Paige smirked, clearly knowing the answer already.

"You made me have an accident!" Holly wailed. "I-It's not my fault! I was dry!"

Paige grinned, looking delighted as she watched Holly squirm, giving her a few more moments before suggesting, "Why don't you come in here, silly? Or do you want me to deal with it out in the hall?"

Holly blushed bright red, the fact that she was still standing in the doorway, for anyone passing by to see and overhear, having completely slipped her mind. Part of her wanted to take a peek up and down the hall to see if there had been anybody there, but instead she sheepishly stepped in, hand flapping behind herself blindly until it hit the door, closing it without looking. It would bother her, wondering, though that would be better than potentially catching the eye of whoever could have been there.

"Good job!" Paige told her condescendingly. "Now, come here, sweetie! Let's see the damage!"

Bashfully, Holly shuffled further into the room, reluctantly lifting up her skirt, glancing down herself, uncertain how bad it was. Thankfully, it didn't look too terrible, although as Paige reached out, probing at the padding, there was no question that she had, indeed, wet herself, probably enough that if this had happened before her change, she would have leaked.

"Y-You scared me..." Holly reiterated, nibbling on her bottom lip while Paige checked her.

"Aww, poor thing," Paige told her, Holly not quite sure if she was being serious or if she was mocking her. "Well, it's only a little, and it is pretty warm... I guess I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

A wave of relief washed over Holly at the news. "R-Really?" her eyes widened, grateful that it had been Paige here, waiting for her, rather than Kristi, who she suspected would not have been nearly as forgiving.

Paige chuckled, patting Holly on the head. "Really," she said. "This time, anyway... You'd better be more careful going forward, though."

"I-I will!" Holly promised, nodding, for all the good it would do her. She could try, but her potty training simply wasn't strong enough for it to make as much of a difference as she would have liked, or for it to matter significantly, if she was being honest with herself.

"Good girl," Paige praised her. "Of course, you are going back into a diaper for the night anyway."

Holly pouted, but it was hardly a surprise, especially as she looked around the room, saw that there was a fresh diaper laid out in the middle of a towel, waiting for her on the bed, the rails on one side lowered to make it easier for her to sit down on it. "Okay," she agreed.

Paige beamed, excitedly leading Holly over to the bed, starting to undress her. Unlike with Travis, it seemed she wasn't going to fake her out, let her do this on her own... She had probably been as disappointed as Holly that it was Kristi who had come to change her before the 'meeting' this afternoon.

"Don't you worry!" Paige giggled, ripping the sides of the Pull-Up, wiping off Holly's soggy crotch. "Your babysitter is going to get you all cleaned up and diapered for the night!"

Holly wrinkled her nose, the girl's choice of words reminding her of what could have been, of how, if she hadn't done all this, she'd be back at home with a babysitter anyway. Would it have been better to stick with that, with the way things were going? "B-But it isn't that late yet..." she pointed out.

With a glance over at the window, Paige shrugged, then nodded. "No, I guess it isn't," she said. "I have things to do, though, so I can't stick around until it is. Up you go!"

Resignedly, Holly sat down on the waiting diaper, feeling its bulk beneath her, listening to the all-too-familiar crinkle. It wasn't until Paige had applied a generous amount of baby powder to her, was starting to tug the front of the diaper up between her legs, something that Holly had experienced a million times before, that it occurred that she hadn't bought that on her trip to the store with Elizabeth.

"Did you get that for me?" she blinked, looking over at the bottle of baby powder.

"You're welcome," Paige chirped. "I couldn't resist... I just love the way it smells!"

Holly blushed, squirming, recalling how she'd teased Elizabeth about smelling like baby powder... Now, given the amount Paige had used, she suspected the same would be true of her for quite a while... At least, until she inevitably messed her diaper again, made herself smell like something else even more babyish.

She whined, staring over at the bathroom door. It wasn't fair! It was so close to her, theoretically available to her at any moment... She shouldn't have to fill her pants like a dumb little toddler anymore. But once those tapes were secured, she was under strict orders not to remove them. Paige might not be as mean about it as Kristi, and it was hard to tell which one of them would show up next. Even if it was the same one, it dawned on her, how likely was it that they were going to remember exactly how they'd fastened the tapes?

It was risky regardless, considering she might accidentally rip the plastic, make it impossible to hide that she'd messed with the tapes. And if it was Mommy, she had no doubt that she would, indeed, know instantly if Holly had taken off her diaper, if she'd put the tapes back even slightly different from the way she had placed them.

These housekeepers weren't Mommy, though. They might have felt equal to her earlier today, after the discovery, and her spanking, but now, with some time to calm down, and seeing Paige here on her own, it was clear they were just playing pretend, basically little girls themselves, eager to have a living doll they could do with as they pleased.

"What's wrong?" Paige asked, confirming that she wasn't Mommy as she frowned down at Holly, not immediately able to recognize what was going through her head the way that Mommy seemingly could. "Do you not feel well?"

Holly was afraid to answer that, not knowing how the housekeeper might handle it if she said yes. The last thing she wanted was some amateur deciding to take her temperature... Luckily, Paige turned her head, following Holly's line of sight, looking at the bathroom door.

"Ohhh," Paige nodded sagely. "I see."

"Y-You do?" Holly wriggled on her back, wondering if the girl had been able to accurately diagnose her concern, if she was going to do anything about it other than do something to guarantee she wasn't going to remove her diaper, or perhaps wait around to get to see her do it in person, since she'd missed the show last time.

"Of course!" Paige said. "You need to get cleaned up, don't you? You have meetings all week... Just getting your diaper changed isn't going to be enough, is it?"

"Well, no," Holly could agree to that, even if it wasn't quite what she'd had in mind.

"And you aren't supposed to touch your tapes, so you can't do it after I leave," Paige pointed out, Holly nodding, pouting a bit to hear that Paige hadn't forgotten about that. She hadn't really expected her to, but it had been Kristi who had come up with that rule, so if it was going to slip either of their minds, it would have been Paige's.

"Well, I can't spend the rest of the day here, but I do have time to help you with that," Paige smiled, folding the front of the diaper back down, grabbing Holly's hands and hauling her up, leading her, naked, into the bathroom. "This is going to be even better!" she announced, kneeling down to turn on the water in the bathtub, testing it with her hand before plugging it.

"I-I can just take a shower," Holly suggested. "It would be quicker, and..."

And she hadn't gotten to do that yet. She could have yesterday night, probably should have, but she'd intended to do it today, before rehearsal, only to have everything spiral out of control before she could. It was another simple pleasure of adulthood that she'd been denied for so long, being allowed to bathe herself at all, much less with a shower instead of a bath... And another one that she still wasn't going to get to do, apparently.

"No, no," Paige shook her head, squirting some bubbles into the slowly gathering water, giving it a swirl to mix it up. "I want to make sure you're nice and properly clean before I diaper you up for the night and tuck you in. Considering the state your diaper was in earlier today, I don't know that I can trust you to be mature enough to handle that on your own."

"You can!" Holly assured her, head bobbing up and down. "I-I can do it!"

"I'm sure you can," Paige cooed at her, voice dripping with condescension. "Too bad we'll never find out. Come on, in you go!" She held out her hand, Holly taking it resignedly, letting herself be helped into the tub, sinking down into the warm, bubbly water.

It did feel good, she couldn't deny that. It was one part of being a permanent adult baby for her Mommy that she had to admit wasn't awful... She did miss being able to take care of this herself, however, the privacy of that, having the option for the convenience of a shower. Baths were nice, and comforting; like anything, when it was all you could do, the benefits of them did start to get old, tired.

"Here we go!" Paige picked up a washcloth, dipping it into the water. "Let's get you spic and span!" 

Obediently, Holly let the housekeeper scrub her clean, seeing no real point in fighting it. She obviously wanted to do it, had probably bought the bubble bath specifically for it, since Holly doubted that came standard in the hotel room. Raising too much of a fuss would only get her in trouble, risk putting her on Paige's bad side. She didn't want to go along with her too easily, to fold to allowing the girl to baby her however she liked, yet she also didn't think it was worth being branded as too big of a brat.

"Aww, I should have got you some bath toys, too, huh?" Paige giggled as she continued to run the washcloth over her, Holly having little to do except sit there, blushing. "Silly me! Maybe next time..."

"I-I don't need bath toys..." Holly said, though she had to say it did make bath time go back a bit quicker, having something to distract her... She had some cute little boats she played with, usually, or some bath crayons she could draw on the tile with. It was easier to keep from reverting to her usual ways without them, anyway, to maintain that she was an adult.

"I bet you wouldn't say no to a rubber ducky," Paige mused. "That's a classic! Do you want to sing the song for me instead?"

Holly rolled her eyes. "No!" she whined. Why did everyone want her to sing today?! Her blush deepened as she remembered singing her ABCs in the middle of the store. This was more private, at least...

"It'll keep you entertained," Paige told her. "And me, too! You wouldn't want me to get bored while I'm giving you your bath, would you?"

Holly was tempted to ask why not, why she should care if the girl was bored or not, but she didn't really want to find out the answer. It may have been innocent, some teasing and nothing more... Or maybe not. Paige did have full control over her right now, basically, had her in her bubble bath, her washcloth in hand... It could wander wherever it liked. Or she might have bought some other stuff at the store with the baby powder and the bubble bath...

It was better to go along with it, Holly thought, even with the stakes so much lower than they had been at the store. Paige could change her mind at any point about taking it easy on her, about telling Kristi the true state of her Pull-Up and when it might have happened. It would serve her right, really, considering she had cheated, but she had to do what she needed to keep Elizabeth from seeing her back in diapers.

"Rubber ducky, you're the one..." she sang out, Paige giggling again to herself as she listened, washing her up, seeming to take her time to finish as soon as Holly was done.

"That was so good!" she exclaimed, hanging up the washcloth to clap her hands before opening up the drain, letting the water start to flow out while she fetched a towel to wrap Holly up in, drying her off and escorting her back to her bed, back to the diaper for a fresh dose of baby powder. 

Holly wondered, for a moment or two, if she was going to be able to delay it again, if she could talk Paige into helping her out... But before she could come up with a way to do that, it was already finished, the housekeeper gleefully sealing the tapes shut, trapping her snugly in her diapers once more.

She'd fallen asleep before she could get changed into sleepwear last night, though she had to assume that the PJs Paige had laid out for her on the bed had not come from Elizabeth's suitcase, least of all because she didn't recall seeing them as she dug through it, getting out all of the panties to have them locked away in the safe. She just couldn't imagine Elizabeth intentionally choosing to wear these, with their little pink shorts, the pink shirt with glittery flutter sleeves and a picture of Barbie on the front.

"I-I have..." she pouted.

"I thought these would look precious over your diapers!" Paige told her as she dressed her up in them, practically squealing at the finished product. "I was so right! Look at you! I wanna just eat you up!"

Paige couldn't resist leading Holly over to the mirror to admire herself, Holly's face lighting up the same color as the childish pajamas, seeing the obvious bulge beneath them, the hint of plastic peeking out from the waistband before she tugged down the shirt, only to have it immediately start to slip back up as soon as she let go.

Already, she could feel herself slipping, her bladder dribbling, recognizing that she was no longer even trying to remain in adult mode. It didn't help when Paige sat her down at the desk for the supper she'd had room service make for her, whipping off the cloche to reveal a grilled cheese, carrot sticks, chicken nuggets...

She wasn't being treated like a baby, at least, she thought. Instead, Paige was treating her like a little girl, mortified at being sent off to her first sleepover, her Mommy refusing to take a chance on letting her go one night without her nighttime diapers, despite how much she'd begged, insisted she wouldn't need them...

When she was finished, getting compliments for cleaning her plate, Paige led her back to the bathroom, watching her as she brushed her teeth and washed her face, then took her back to her bed.

"C-Can't I stay up and watch cartoons for a while?" she sniffed. 

"No, sweetie," Paige replied. "You need your rest... Kristi has a big day planned for you tomorrow."

Holly gulped. "Sh-She does? Wh-What does...?"

"Don't worry about it," Paige patted the bed. "You just need to get all rested up for it! So up you go!"

That worried Holly, but not as much as the fact that she hadn't messed yet tonight. Even with the sun shining clearly around the curtains on the window, it was difficult to fight against her instincts once she was in bed, the rails surrounding it, not nearly as tall as her crib's bars, though doing an excellent job of feeling similar, tucked in with the lights turned off. 

She squirmed, looking around to see if she could find the remote so she could distract herself with the TV, but she couldn't see it anywhere. She also wasn't positive that Paige wasn't watching somehow, that she wouldn't know if she turned on the lights, so it was quite the struggle, keeping her eyes open, keeping from drifting off, until, finally, she felt a rumbling in her tummy.

Carefully, she clambered over the rails, hopping down and scrambling to the bathroom. She'd already almost convinced herself that the threat about touching her tapes was a hollow one, especially since it sounded like Kristi would be the one getting her up in the morning, not Paige. She slid down her PJ shorts, slipped her fingernail under the tape, began to slowly peel...

She winced, seeing the adhesive hold strong, the plastic underneath stretching ever so slightly. She abandoned that side, heart pounding, knowing that she didn't have long, that she was probably lucky she'd recognized she needed to go in the first place, that she'd made it to the bathroom, trying the tape on the other side, not wanting to go too fast and risk ripping anything, yet well aware that the longer she took, the harder it would be to get up onto the toilet in time...

"No!" she stomped her foot, the tape on that side doing the same thing. Frantically, she grabbed at the sides, attempting to shimmy them down, but the diaper was too tight. "It's not fair!"

She could have done it... If she'd been in her big girl panties, or even her Pull-Ups, she would have been totally fine... Instead, all she could do without risking getting in trouble in the morning was resignedly step back into her PJ shorts and trudge back towards her bed, her body stopping her partway there to grunt and squat, filling her diaper right on schedule, exactly as she would have back in her nursery... Only, without anyone to change her until the next morning.