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Taking What Isn't Hers - Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2023-05-18 12:00:03 +0000 UTCIt had been bad enough, being driven home, seeing Bennett's car waiting there. It hadn't been a surprise; it was far past the usual time he got back from work. Even so, the sight of it made her stomach churn, her bottom wiggle, and grow a little warmer. He had never seen her in just a diaper like this, her padding unhidden by her PJs, or anything else, just out in the open, beneath an oversized bib that stopped short of her belly button, much less the waistband of her padding. She was mortified that the first time would be now, while she was wet, looking like she needed that protection, as if she hadn't been hypnotized into all this.
She stayed frozen in her seat when Lindsay opened up the car door, Velcro sneakers dangling, swinging anxiously. "Come on!" Lindsay beckoned, holding her hand out.
"Mommy, please," Shania sniffled, staring up at her. "C-Can't I..?"
"What you can do, young lady," Lindsay said sternly, "is get out of the car, go find your Daddy, and ask him to unload the trunk for you and put together your new furniture."
"But I don't want it!" Shania huffed. "I don't need a stupid high chair, or a stupid crib!"
"Oh, you don't?" Lindsay smirked. "But you're such a klutzy little baby, Shania!"
"No, I'm not!" Shania groaned, turning in her seat to try to face Lindsay more clearly, already regretting her words, sure that she'd just been triggered to have to crawl again, until she accidentally wriggled her way right out of her seat, tumbling out of the car and onto the lawn at Lindsay's feet.
Blushing, she scrambled to her feet, brushing herself off, shocked to discover she could do that, still, before recalling that last time, Lindsay had called her 'clumsy' and not 'klutzy.' She shivered, a chill running through her, the same way it did every time this happened, that she found out there was yet another bit of hypnosis that had been implanted into her without her knowledge, another trap waiting to be sprung. "What did you do?" she pouted.
"I didn't do anything," Lindsay said innocently, brushing a strand of hair away from Shania's face. "Your body just remembered it's too little to use grown-up chairs, or beds, and it doesn't know how to stay in them without falling out... Because you do, indeed, need your stupid high chair, and your stupid crib. Do you know why?" She squatted down in front of the unhappy woman. "Because you're a stupid little baby, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not!" Shania stomped her feet, seeing her Velcro sneakers light up as she did so, hearing her diaper crinkle, feeling the squishiness in its padding, all indicating how mistaken she was about that.
Lindsay didn't dignify that with a response, other than a giggle to show exactly what she thought of it. "Go find your Daddy," she ordered, turning Shania around and sending her towards the house with a pat on the diaper.
Shania hesitated for just a moment, wondering if she could run past Lindsay, get away... But what would she do then? All Lindsay had to do was shout out the trigger phrase, and Shania would fall to her hands and knees, and she might not even need to do that, as much longer as Lindsay's legs were than hers. And where would she go if she did escape, dressed this way? She hated to admit it, however, she did look a lot like a little girl, one who needed her Mommy, and anyone from the neighborhood could recognize her, know where she lived, take her back...
"Fine," she scowled, toddling into the house obediently, not having to go far to see Bennett sitting in the living room. She nibbled her bottom lip shyly, glancing down at herself self-consciously, pondering whether she had time to run to her room and throw some more clothes on, before he lifted his head from his phone, saw her, chuckled.
"What are you wearing?" he asked. "Come here, sweetie."
Face burning, Shania trudged towards him, seeing his disapproval growing as he got a better look, as he spotted the dampness in her diaper. "Shania," he scolded. "You have to do better! Your Mommy just bought you Pull-Ups, but if you keep having accidents like this, you're never going to be able to wear them!"
"Yes, I can, Daddy!" Shania whimpered, blushing to hear that Lindsay had told him what they were out shopping for, that he thought she needed them... And was beginning to believe she didn't deserve even them. "I-It was an accident!"
"I know," he said. "That's the problem. You have far too many accidents, young lady."
"It's not my fault!" she wailed, realizing as she saw his expression of disapproval at how immature that sounded, even if it was, in her case, the truth.
"There's no point fibbing about it," he told her. "We wouldn't be mad about it if you owned up to it, and acted like you were making an effort to do better. If you keep acting like a brat, though..."
Shania's eyes widened, praying that she was wrong about the threat she thought she heard implied in his words. Surely he didn't mean he was going to spank her... Right?! She assumed as much only because that would have been what Lindsay meant if she'd said the same... She shuddered, looking up at him, trying to deduce if his opinion of her had fallen so far so fast, that he would deign to treat her so childishly when, not that long ago, she'd been on the verge of getting him to leave his fiance for her.
"Has she asked you yet?" Lindsay called from the front door.
"Asked me what?" Bennett replied, giving Shania a pointed look.
"W-Will you unload the trunk for us?" Shania blurted out, not wanting to get in trouble for taking so long to do as she'd been ordered.
"I guess not," Lindsay said, peering in the living room's doorway. "And what else do you need to ask?"
Shania sighed, looking from Lindsay to Bennett reluctantly. "W-Will you... put together my... my..." She couldn't bring herself to say it.
"What is it?" Bennett asked. "Did you get a new toy?"
Lindsay chuckled. "Not exactly. Do you remember how I've been telling you about the other kind of accident she's been having lately?"
Shania turned, staring at her. Had she been setting the groundwork for this already?! She must have, she reasoned, since she had the hypnosis implanted and ready to go, but still... She had to wonder what else Lindsay had been telling Bennett about her.
"It's all right," Lindsay cooed. "Just ask him, Shania, he won't be mad."
Shania glanced up at Bennett, pouting. "Mommy bought me a crib and a high chair," she told him, refusing to pretend she needed them. "C-Could you put them together?"
"Of course!" he nodded. "Whatever it takes to keep my little girl safe!" He kissed her on the top of the head, getting up off the couch and heading for the front door.
"Isn't that so sweet of Daddy?" Lindsay asked. "He's so helpful... Maybe you should ask him to change your diaper, too." Shania shook her head vehemently, while Lindsay smirked, proud of how uncomfortable she was making the other woman. "Maybe not yet," she said. "But just remember, I can make you ask him for that whenever I want, too."
Shania gulped, unsure how to take that threat, whether Lindsay meant that was another bit of hypnosis, or that she could order Shania to do it, and she would, most likely, have to obey... Or which one was worse. For now, Lindsay changed her, as usual, ignoring the new pack of Pull-Ups to put her in a fresh diaper with the excuse, "It isn't that long until bedtime."
Bennett was dutifully assembling the high chair by the time Shania was led out of her room, still dressed the same, other than having had her sneakers taken away. "Keep an eye on Daddy," Lindsay instructed, leaving her there to supervise - or, more accurately, fidget awkwardly as she watched him work.
"I think that's it!" he told her as he finished, picking her up without warning and setting her down in it, sliding the tray over her lap with a click. She squirmed, pushing on the tray, discovering it was locked into place, that, if there was a way for her to remove it from her position, she had no idea how. "How's that?"
What could she say? If she told him the truth, that she hated it, he might be offended, and Lindsay would certainly get mad... How could she pretend to like this, though?!
"Why don't we see how it works?" Lindsay suggested, sweeping in with a bowl heaped high with unappetizing gray oatmeal, setting it down on the tray in front of a disgusted Shania. "You need more fiber in your diet, young lady!" Lindsay scolded preemptively. "Now, eat up, little piggy." She tapped Shania on the nose, and instantly, despite how gross the food looked, Shania could think of nothing more than getting it inside her tummy as quickly as possible... And, as there were no utensils with it, she had no choice other than to reach in with her hands, nose wrinkling as her fingers sank into the mush, as it dripped down onto her bib, and her bare legs, in her rush to shove it into her mouth.
"I think she likes it," Lindsay smirked. "Do you want to say 'thank you,' Shania?" Even if Shania had felt particularly grateful, she didn't have time to speak between gobbling up handfuls of oatmeal greedily, nearly gagging each time at the taste, the texture, but unable to keep from eating it nevertheless. "Greedy little piggy," Lindsay teased. "Don't worry... I'll thank your Daddy for you."
Shania's cheeks lit up as Lindsay began to make out with Bennett right in front of her, kissing him, running her hand down his chest, then further down, between his legs... Shania wriggled in her high chair jealously, trapped helplessly until she emptied her bowl, filling her tummy up more and more, hoping that, when she was finished, her Mommy didn't decide to give her seconds...
