Freedom At Last (Scrapped Scene) (Patreon)

For context, this was a scene that was scrapped. This was one way Sarah was going to convince Anna to “help” her, though it was potentially going to be a set up for something that was more in line with setting Sarah up for failure.

What better time to have big and important discussions than when in the sandbox?

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“Anna, please…” Sarah quietly murmured, fighting for her wardrobe’s dear life as she used both hands to try and pull down the front of her skirt, but it only had so much material. It barely stretched and her diaper was no less visible, but she was certainly riding up the back of it. She’d figure that out on her own, though.

Her wavy locks weren’t as wavy anymore. One quick and fussy trip to the salon and Mommy equalized everything about her hair. Three tones was one now, and curves became planes that dropped as straight as anchors from the top of her head. Anna could also remember one of the salon workers trying to cheer Sarah up with a stuffed toy while they filed her nails down. Down and beneath the finger. Just like Anna’s; just like a baby’s. And judging from that same night, by the way Sarah had been pawing at her diaper in tears, she probably parted with some hair down there as well.

One weekend later Sarah was looking much more the part and she knew it too.

“Nope.” Anna huffed, trying to focus on her sandcastle. Mommy was a little bit away, but plenty close enough to see them, not hear them.

“Please! You know this isn’t right! If…if I can just get out! I can tell people! People back in my dimension! We’ll be saved!”

“What I know is that I’m gonna put sand in your diaper if you don’t stop asking.”

“I know…I know what she’s done to you is horrible, but we can fix this! It’s not over!”

“Yes it is!” Anna huffed, losing her temper and crushing her sand-mound in the process. “You’re not Sarah the dumb adult anymore. You’re Sarah, my little sister. Now unless you wanna help fix my castle, be quiet or go play somewhere else.”

Sarah sat on the edge of the sandbox, quietly watching around them. The public park wasn’t so busy today, so at least they had some privacy, but not all of it. Sarah kept self-consciously trying to close her legs, pull down the front of her skirt, but none of that worked anymore.

Anna sighed, extending one last olive branch. “If you don’t look like you’re playing, Mommy’s gonna think you’re consti-pated.”

“Anna!” Sarah gasped embarrassingly. Her face had turned a whole new shade of red.

“What?” Anna asked like she didn’t get it, because she didn’t. It’d been like, three whole bedtimes since she started wearing diapers? Wasn’t she used to it by now? While she may not have realized it yet, Mommy was assuredly spiking her food. Maybe Anna’s, too. She was wetter than usual lately.

“I want my life back…” Sarah mourned as she grabbed a red plastic bucket, filling it with sand. “I don’t belong here.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you don’t either, Anna,” Sarah lifted her head. “Do you remember last night? When we were in bed? I was trying to tell you about an idea I had; a way we can escape! At least, escape her…” Sarah’s eyes drifted over to their captor on the park bench, who waved at them. Sitting right by the brand new double stroller that they rode here in. Anna picked up the slack and waved back for them both.

“Last night? In the crib?” Milk always did a number on Anna come bedtime. “No, I don’t. Besides, it’s pointless. I tried a whole lot in the beginning.”

“Escaping? When you were first kid–”

“Adopted.” Anna finished it for her. “And yes…” Her hand frustratingly grabbed at some sand.

“Anna…how long have you been…?”

“Three years.”

Sarah didn’t comment and that put Anna at ease.

Anna didn’t hate Sarah. Now that she was in a similar place. In fact, Anna enjoyed it. Someone else knew what it was like getting mushy chicken and peas fed to them from a jar. Someone else knew the embarrassment of getting their privates touched like it was someone else’s property. Someone else cried over never getting to wear pants again. Someone else pooped and peed in their pants.

Sarah made a loud sniff, then sighed in discomfort. “Does that stupid baby powder smell ever go away…?”

“Maybe if you make a big enough mess in your diaper,” Anna shrugged, earning a look of grossness from her sister. “What? You asked!”

Sarah’s face sunk into her hands. “I can’t believe I ever thought writing about this place…”

“Mommy said you still could, you know?”

“She took all my stuff!” Sarah annoyedly slapped the sand. “My laptop, my journal, my pencils; all of it!”

“But she got you those crayons and colored paper?” Not the slim ones, but the fat and stubby ones, mind you, but wasn’t it all the same?

“It’s not the same, Anna!” Oh. Apparently not the same. “She’s belittling me! Us! We’re adults! Not kids!”

Anna shrugged with disinterest. Her diaper felt warmer.

“Anna…you’re the only one that can help me. That can help me help us!” she begged. “Anything; I’ll do anything if it means you’ll help me, because I know that we can make it out if we try!”

Finally, Anna planted her tiny shovel in the sand. “Anything?”

And since the car ride from the Portal Station, Sarah’s eyes lit up like the sun. She was finally smiling.

“Y-yes!” She laughed like she was nearly about to go insane. “Anything! Anything at all! What? What can I do?”

“Poop.” Anna smiled.

“What?”

“Poop?” Anna stuck her butt out, mimicking the face she saw Sarah make last time she did it. “Make Mommy a ‘present’?” as she liked to call it.

“Wh-what?” Sarah stammered, definitely not expecting that. “Why? What do you get out of that?”

Anna licked in the inside of her mouth, for some reason expecting her pacifier to already be there. Her eyes wandered then locked on her sister.

“Trust.”

“Trust?”

“Yeah. Trust. I gotta know you’re actually serious about this,” and she probably was. “But there aren’t exactly a whole lotta ways you can prove it. So go on,” Anna waved her hand. It felt good to feel bossy again, like she had control. “Poop your pampers.”

Sarah looked bewildered as all any. She spun her head around, watching for onlookers, and she knew for a fact that the bare minimum was two.

“B-but…but I don’t…”

“Yes you do,” Anna read her mind. “I saw you fidgeting. That’s the potty dance.” Okay, maybe not a mind reader, but Anna was quickly seeing how Mommy could seem like one.

Sarah’s face was growing redder by the second. Her legs spread apart just so she could sink a few inches deeper into the sandbox.

In a low whisper, she asked, “A-and you’re serious? You’ll help me?”

“Promise,” Anna bobbed her head.

After another round of looking around, Sarah took a deep breath.

In a final, quiet voice she whispered, “Fine…”

And Sarah stood back on her knees, clenching her fists. And just as she was about to squat–

“Wait!” Anna waved her hands, “Turn to the side! I wanna see a side view!”

Sarah couldn’t have looked more dumbfounded. “You actually want to watch?”

“It’s not like I can watch myself do it?” Anna raised her eyebrow, like that wasn’t obvious enough?

In an embarrassed whimper, Sarah turned ninety degrees. Without any more interruptions, she assumed the stance, planting her hands in the sand as she grunted and the heat came off her face.

Anna watched with sheer amusement and odd fascination as it unfolded. Slowly, but surely, a small lump poked ever so slightly on the back of her diaper, then it all came at once.

Sarah gasped as her upper body leaned forward and like a rocket expelling its fuel, her backside piled up. The look of surprise, self-disgust and shock was written all over her silly, flustered, and embarrassed face.

“Whoa,” Anna kept looking at her full diaper and her tired face. “That seemed really exhausting!”

“B-because it was…” Sarah huffed, trying to pretend like her nose didn’t exist.

“At least the baby powder smell is gone?” Anna giggled.

“Please…will you just help me now?”

“One more thing,” Anna started crawling over. Just as Sarah was turning to face her, “Wait, no, stay still.”

Sarah did so, glad to never move again if she didn’t need to. It felt like sitting in mud, except it went where she did too.

All Sarah heard was scraping and shoveling. She fought the urge to turn her head. “Anna? What’re you–”

Sarah felt a hand on the back of her diaper, pulling it back far enough to fit a whole plastic shove head inside, which is exactly what Anna did.

A waterfall of warm sand slipped in her diaper and quickly snapped shut the moment Anna let go of the diaper.

“A-Anna…! What did you…?!”

“Sandy-pants!” Anna giggled mischievously, leaning forward, pushing Sarah up against the wooden rim of the sandbox as she smashed her hands into the back of her diaper.

“ANNA! STOP!” Sarah cried, mortified, feeling a slimy, horrible mess of bodily waste and sand snake all around.

Finally, Anna did, and Sarah sat there slouched in tears, sobbing.

“Wh-why? Why did you do that…?!” She cried.

“Cuz it’s what Mommy does to me all the time,” Anna miffed. She just needed to blow off some steam. “And also, cuz you’re still acting bigger than me.” Metaphorically, Sarah was still standing on a few more pegs than Anna would have liked.

“Bigger than you?! Well, maybe I am if you’re making me shit my diaper just to stuff sand in it!”

“At least I don’t have sand in my pants,” she grinned right back.

“I can’t believe I trusted you…!” Sarah sniffed, wiping her eyes.

“What?” Anna frowned. “A deal’s still-a deal. I’ll help.”

Certainly recent events had made Sarah a skeptic to Anna’s words. “You…you will?”

“Yeah, by not helping,” she said in a quite dead-pan manner.

Sarah didn’t respond.

“Do whatever you want,” Anna waved her off, moving back over to her sandcastle in a state of ruin. “But I promise I won’t tell Mommy.” She wouldn’t be a tattletale this time if it meant causing trouble for Mommy. Somebody else to cause problems for Anna? What better deal could there be?

Sarah rubbed her arm awkwardly, clearly unsure of what to say.

“So you’re not gonna help…?”

“I told you that I was.” Anna rolled her eyes. Sometimes inaction was the best action. “Now go get Mommy to change you,” Anna pinched her nose. “You’re stinky.”

Having lost control of her breathing and with a quivering lip, Sarah awkwardly waddled off back to the park bench where Mommy sat. Anna only watched for a second before going back to playing.

“I told her to stop asking…” she sighed to herself.