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Help, Please - Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2023-07-30 12:00:02 +0000 UTCTiffany took a moment to examine herself in the mirror, frowning at what she saw. To anyone else, they might assume it was the lower half of her outfit that was bothering her, the silly juxtaposition between what she was wearing up top - a nice button-up shirt, blazer, and tie - and there - simply a nice, thick diaper - but it was her tie that she reached up to adjust, struggling to get it perfectly straight before, after a few moments, she nodded, pretty certain she'd done it, and continued on.
Despite everything, she had to admit, her little 'vacation' had been relaxing, in a way, though she was happy to be back to work now, refreshed in a way she hadn't felt in years. Of course, she still had some souvenirs from that time, namely the diaper... She blushed, squeezing her thighs together to confirm that it did, indeed, feel a bit squishy, as she'd suspected.
She groaned, rolling her eyes, debating if she ought to go change. There was definitely a part of her that wanted to, but she knew it would be pointless... Even if she did make it to her desk dry, she wouldn't stay that way for long. Besides, it wasn't like anyone would know what she was wearing on her legs, assuming she didn't stand up. She'd been in diapers for so long, she couldn't go without them, not yet anyway.
One of the other mementos from her time as a maid, and then an overgrown toddler, was the job itself. Lara had helped hook her up with it, as well as coming up with the extended vacation story to help explain away the big gap in her resume. She hadn't been sure about it at first, though she was starting to enjoy it. She was glad it was all just video calls so she could get away with her new 'uniform,' such as it was, without worrying about finding pants - or even skirts, she supposed, since they didn't seem nearly as bad as she'd always considered them before all this - that would hide her diaper bulge.
As she waddled her way to her desk, she made another stop, peeking into the living room. The playpen she'd spent so much time in was still there, but it was Cassie who was sitting in it now, sucking her pacifier grumpily, crayons and baby toys tossed all around her, the clear aftermath of a tantrum, wearing one of the pink baby outfits she'd delighted in dressing Tiffany up in, the skirt short enough to leave her diaper mostly on display, making it very obvious that it was messy.
"Aww," Tiffany cooed, unable to help herself, stepping into the room. "Hi, cutie!"
Cassie scowled at her, grabbing a nearby teddy bear. Tiffany didn't expect her to be able to toss it over the playpen's wall, though she was prepared to try to catch it just in case she was wrong about that. Instead, Cassie seemed to think better of it, giving the toy a squeeze.
"Somebody's cranky," Tiffany giggled. "Is it because you need a change?"
Cassie blushed, wiggling her bottom. She mumbled a protest, perhaps trying to claim she hadn't used her diaper, maybe even so oblivious that she thought she was telling the truth, didn't realize what she'd done until Tiffany stepping inside the playpen, spreading out the changing pad beside her and moving her onto it, giving the lumpy seat of her padding a pat. She definitely got quieter afterwards, whether it was from the revelation of the state of her diaper or not.
"Here we go!" Tiffany smiled down at her, ripping open her diaper and starting to wipe her off. "That's better, isn't it?" Cassie grumbled, still clutching her teddy bear. "So sweet," Tiffany commented. "It must be nice for you to have some time off for once, huh?"
Cassie stayed silent for that, even when, as Tiffany grabbed a fresh diaper, she felt a sudden shifting in her tummy and, before she could react, could try to stop it, suddenly her own diaper was beginning to fill. She bit her lip, squirming, cheeks burning at the thought of still doing this at all, at how little control she had over it, and at the circumstances, of having it happen while she was in the middle of changing Cassie out of her own messy diaper.
"O-Oh!" Tiffany turned to see someone else standing in the doorway, looking flustered. "D-Do you want me to help with that, ma'am?"
"I've got it under control," Tiffany assured Charlotte. "Thanks!"
"Okay," Charlotte accepted meekly. "Well, you're right on time for lunch, when you're done."
She reached into the pockets of the apron she was wearing - the one thing she had on, other that the diaper peeking out from underneath it - producing a pair of bottles.
"I guess I'd better hurry up, huh?" Tiffany asked Cassie, tickling her tummy, the girl giggling despite herself. "I bet that will make you feel better, won't it?"
"No," Cassie huffed while Tiffany taped the fresh diaper up around her waist. Charlotte offered Tiffany a bottle, and Charlotte took it, starting to drink it as she stood back up, still not feeling confident enough to try using a regular glass yet, before sitting down and pulling the squirming Cassie onto her lap, pushing the nipple of the other bottle into her mouth, though she didn't do anything else other than wiggle a bit to attempt to stop it.
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"Boy," Lara chuckled as she joined them all, looking at Tiffany, standing there in her messy diaper, Cassie's recently discarded one still waiting on the playpen floor, "I'm glad I'm not the maid anymore."
Lara smirked as Charlotte's head snapped up to stare at her, looking like a deer caught in the headlights as Lara strutted in beside her, pushing her out of the way to feed Cassie herself. "Go throw that diaper away," she ordered.
"Y-Yes, ma'am!" Charlotte nodded, nearly tripping over herself to obey.
Lara couldn't help but smile as she looked around at all of them. It was hard to believe sometimes that they were all adults, considering how they were dressed... Almost as hard to believe, still, as the fact that Cassie had trashed all of her outfits, leading to her being dressed so similarly to everyone else, her own diaper showing beneath the pastel t-shirt she'd borrowed from Tiffany.
"You're available this weekend, right?" she asked Tiffany. Tiffany furrowed her brow uncertainly. "The shopping trip?" Lara reminded her.
"Right!" Tiffany giggled. "Yeah, of course! The rest of the girls are coming, aren't they?"
Lara felt Cassie squirm on her lap, whimpering. She could hardly blame the girl... She'd already told her that the next time she saw her friends, she was going to undo her hypnosis enough to allow her to explain to them everything she had planned to do to them in person so that she could apologize, that she'd have to accept any punishment they thought was appropriate. They had plenty of new clothes to buy for themselves, since they had to replace Tiffany and Lara's wardrobes, and had more than enough baby clothes Cassie could wear in the closet, but Lara suspected they'd be adding a few new things for Cassie after this, or, at the very least, that Cassie was going to be spending a lot of time with her friends being dressed up like a dolly in all the most infantile outfits they could find.
"Isn't this nice?" Lara asked Tiffany, though she was still staring pointedly down at Cassie as she did it. "Not having Cassie bossing us all around?"
She saw Charlotte turn around from her trip to the diaper pail, cheeks red. Lara didn't feel bad for her, however... Not only had she been the one to start Lara down this road before turning her over to Cassie to finish training, Lara also didn't have her hypnotized at all. She'd merely told her that she could, and informed her of the revenge that she was going to be getting on Cassie, and Charlotte had been quick to tell her that she was sorry, and she'd do whatever Lara wanted her to do to keep the same from happening to her.
Of course, while she did think that her revenge was warranted, she had to admit that the diapers weren't all bad... She didn't need them as much as Tiffany did anymore, since she hadn't spent nearly as long in them, but she still had the occasional accident, often enough to warrant staying in them. It was, after all, the mature thing to do... And Cassie had shown her how good they could feel.
"Look at that," she commented. "All gone!" It was hard to tell if Cassie had been hungry, or just eager to drain her bottle so she could get out of Lara's lap, or if she'd started drinking faster without noticing out of anxiety over the thought of the impending shopping trip; either way, she'd gulped it down. "I think Charlotte ought to put you down for a nap."
"Y-Yes, ma'am!" Charlotte hurried into the playpen to collect her charge, knowing that, if she misbehaved, she could become her equal with the snap of Lara's fingers, basically.
"Actually," Lara changed her mind once Charlotte had led Cassie out of the pen, "I bet she's grumpy from being cramped up indoors all day..."
"O-Oh!" Charlotte's eyes widened. "Y-You're right, ma'am! I-I'll take her out for a walk before her nap! I-I'll just go get her stroller, a-and put on..." She looked at Lara, who kept as neutral an expression as she could manage, allowing the girl to read whatever she wanted into it. "I-I'll put her in the stroller and take her out immediately," she continued, tugging at her apron. "I-I shouldn't make her wait any longer than that, huh?"
Lara shrugged, smirking at the thought of Charlotte pushing Cassie around in her stroller, her own diaper on display the whole time, and at how Charlotte had decided on that for herself. "If that's what you think is best," she said nonchalantly, watching the pair rush off together.
Lara stepped out of the playpen herself, stepping over to Tiffany. "You know," she joked, "I can't believe you have such an important job while you're still running around in messy diapers."
Tiffany pouted a little, pointing out, "Well, you still wear them, too, you know!"
"Yeah," Lara agreed, wiggling her bottom. "They just make me look cuter, though. Then again, you look pretty cute yourself."
Tiffany blushed, flustered, having not expected Lara to turn that back around on her. "I-I don't know about..." she said bashfully.
"If you keep getting promoted, Cassie won't need her silly website anymore." Nobody seemed to have minded the site's shift in focusing on Cassie and her caretaker Charlotte too much, though that might have been because Tiffany and Lara still made cameo appearances now and then, if the cameras caught a picture with them in it that wasn't too embarrassing.
"We'll see," Tiffany told her. "It's always good to have an extra revenue stream..."
"You sound so professional," Lara chuckled. "Almost like someone who's big enough to try potty training again soon." She gave Tiffany's bottom a playful swat, a bit surprised to see the girl giggling at that herself. "Oh, do you not think so?"
"We'll see," Tiffany repeated. "It's just... You keep putting off trying it yourself..."
"I'll get to it," Lara blushed. Tiffany gave her a skeptical look. "You'd better hurry up," Lara changed the subject. "You're going to be late."
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Tiffany's eyes widened as she glanced at the clock. "Oh, you're right!" She poked at her diaper, shrugged. "I can change after work."
"I mean, if you want to risk it," Lara offered.
"No," Tiffany said. "I'll be fine."
She hurried back to her room, the sight of which was still fresh enough to send a wave of relief through her. It was so nice to have some of her furniture back, even if they were in the process of redecorating, leaving some of it decorated like the nursery it had become. The corner her camera was facing was bare, at least, and that was a good start.
She paused at her computer chair, embarrassed at the idea of sitting down, of being stuck in her diaper for the next few hours, messy - and wet now, too, she suspected, wiggling her bottom - but, at the same time, she couldn't help thinking about how lucky she was to be a big girl again, to have Lara there, being such a good big sister to her.
If not for her, Tiffany would probably still have been stuck in her dirty diaper, sitting in her playpen instead of here. Everyone would still be thinking of her as a baby and nothing more, unlike all of her co-workers, who didn't know any better, had no clue what was going on beneath her camera's view.
She smiled as she saw the plush toy, one that Lara had given her while she was regressed, sitting on her desk, just out of sight of the camera, giving it a quick hug before sitting down with a squish, replacing it right where it went, and logging on to her computer for work.
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Bashful Baby
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