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Holly & Elizabeth - Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2023-04-14 12:00:02 +0000 UTCElizabeth groaned, bobbing helplessly in her bouncer as she glared at Annika and Drew, who only had eyes for each other, their tongues down each others' throats as she sat there, stomach churning and cramping, desperate for a relief she was doing her best not to give it, even though she knew there was nothing, ultimately, she could do about it. Unless they changed their tune very quickly, got her to a toilet - which was something they would never do for Holly, she was certain - she was going to be filling her diaper any second now. She had already done that, of course, and it was mortifying, but this... This was something else altogether.
"Wait," Annika put her hand on Drew's chest, pushing away. At first, Elizabeth assumed it was merely to catch her breath, until, to her surprise, the girl turned to look at her. "Is your enema bag empty?"
Elizabeth nodded miserably. It was either that, or she'd grown so accustomed to the sensation of the water flowing into her that she didn't notice it anymore, as hard as that was to envision, considering how awful it had been at first, how foreign and uncomfortable... The thing was so big, however, so full, that it had almost begun to feel as if it had always been like that.
And, it turned out, what happened afterwards was even worse. The cramps might not have been as bad if Drew had used warm water, but he hadn't, and they had been brutal, only amplifying in intensity when the water ran out. She was impressed with herself for holding out as long as she had, though she could tell she wasn't going to be able to last much longer, every subsequent cramp taking more out of her to resist, squirming and clenching, squeezing her thighs together as hard as she could in her bouncer, leaving her sweaty and increasingly exhausted, each time making her wonder if it would be the last, if she would tire out and give in.
"Perfect," Annika smiled, giving Drew a quick peck on the lips before walking over to her charge... And then past, Elizabeth turning to watch her go, whimpering. "Hold on," Annika chuckled. "I'll be there in a minute."
A minute... Elizabeth had never realized how long a minute could be until now. She couldn't see where the sitter went, but she heard her rattling around behind her, opening up drawers and rustling through them. "Here we are!" she declared finally, returning to Elizabeth with a pair of heavy, pink mittens, fingerless, designed to leave the wearer unable to do anything for themselves.
Elizabeth didn't want to wear them, of course, yet she obediently offered her hands, let Annika slip the mittens over them and lock them tight, willing to do whatever it took to prove she was going to be good from now on. Technically, she knew, it had only been the lines that were a punishment, and they hadn't been that bad... The enema was because she'd forgotten about Holly's schedule of diaper use. It definitely felt more like she was being disciplined, however, and was doing the trick in encouraging her to improve her behavior, so whether that was how it was meant or not, that was how she was taking it.
"You can't dump out your Mommy's special milk if you can't feed yourself your bottles, now can you?" Annika teased. Elizabeth sniffled, shook her head. "You're going to wear those the rest of the day."
Elizabeth couldn't entirely swallow her whine, even as she felt her head nodding, ready to accept anything in the moment. It took a full few second for her to remember, "B-But what about rehearsal?"
It would be bad enough, having to show up there in diapers... That had been inevitable, though. At least everyone there would assume she was Holly; she could only hope Holly didn't do anything while pretending to be her there that would humiliate her too badly. She'd already let a fair number of her castmates see her in diapers when she'd left the day before anyway. It hadn't been everyone, however, and she hadn't had to get on stage and perform that way... And if she had to do it in mittens as well...
"Oh, that's right," Annika mused, stepping behind her, sliding a hand into the back of the bouncer, and the rear of Elizabeth's diaper. "Well, do you need your hands for what you're doing?"
Elizabeth hesitated. The true answer was no... She was singing a song, doing a bit of simple choreography... She could do that with these mittens on. Annika wouldn't know that, though. If she came to see the show, by then Elizabeth would definitely have switched back with Holly, so it would be her who had to deal with any consequences, if Annika even remembered this conversation.
If she said no, that gave Annika justification to leave her in the mittens to teach her a lesson. In and of themselves, besides their bright pink color, they weren't that overtly childish... They could rouse peoples' curiosity, get them looking at her more closely, potentially spotting the bulge under her skirt, or pants, or whatever Annika put her in...
There was no real reason to be honest, and yet, before Elizabeth could commit to her lie, Annika slid out the nozzle, and she heard herself give a yelp as the worst cramp yet hit, and the idea of attempting to fib to the person who had done this to her, who had this much power over her, became patently absurd. "N-No!" she blurted out before biting down hard on her pacifier, her mouth starting to move around it, to suckle it, searching for whatever comfort she could find.
"You don't, huh?" Annika circled back around to the front of the bouncer. "I appreciate you being honest with me, sweetie. If you can behave until we leave for that, I'll see about taking your mittens off, how about that?"
"Th-Thank you," Elizabeth mumbled, not sure how intelligible her words were through the pacifier now that she was actively using it.
"You're welcome!" Annika patted her on the head. "See how much better it is if you can just be a good girl? Now, then, Drew, why don't we go, uh... give her some privacy?"
Drew looked disappointed to miss the show, until he glanced over at Annika's face, realized what she was actually proposing. "Great idea," he grinned. "We wouldn't want her to be embarrassed."
The two of them giggled at that, obviously aware of how silly that statement was, of how embarrassing this whole thing had been already, and still was, with her dangling there in her bouncer, moments from messing her pants, hands locked away, pacifier firmly in her mouth, and clearly in the midst of being sucked on.
Elizabeth heard the door close behind them and took a deep breath, debating if it was worthwhile to try to hold out any longer. By now, it was almost a matter of pride, at having made it this far, and fear, not knowing how bad this would be, considering how painful it was getting. She could put an end to it with one push... But once she did, that was it; there was no turning back.
A few seconds later, she heard the noise of them kissing again, and, at first, she thought they had been trying to fool her... Then, it was accompanied by the squeak of bedsprings, and it dawned on her that, in fact, they hadn't switched the monitor back, either hadn't noticed the mistake, or had forgotten to do it. She whimpered, kicking her feet in frustration as her ears were greeted by the sound of zippers being undone, of moaning, more squeaking...
They had left her here to bounce and fill her diaper while they had sex yet again. They were, indeed, insatiable, as Annika had teased Drew the night before... She blushed, a part of her wondering if seeing her this way, doing this to her, was part of what was fueling their fire this time, especially for Drew, although, she had to remind herself, he hadn't been the one to initiate it, to beckon his partner out of the nursery. It definitely seemed like he was an enthusiastic participant, however, at the very least.
That just made her more determined not to give in, not to do what they wanted, as ridiculous a goal as that was. And, almost as soon as she'd made it, as she gritted her teeth around the nipple of her paci and dug in for the long haul, it happened. A cramp came that curled her toes, that made her bend forward in her bouncer... And that completely destroyed her resistances. Almost before she could so much as think about clenching, a huge rush of warm mush exploded into her diaper in an instant, not even giving her an opportunity to stop it partway. It felt like her diaper had simply been clean one moment, and dirty the next.
It was a big difference from the previous day, from having the squat down in the dressing room and intentionally poop her pants. She'd had plenty of warning, obviously, but when the time had come, there had been nothing she could do about it... She had been utterly helpless. She might as well have been an actual toddler, for as little control as she'd had. It was hard to say, if she had time to stand back and think about it, which way was worse, more degrading, though, for now, this one certainly took the cake.
"N-No," she sniffled, attempting to wiggle away from the mess, every movement only squishing it further, making her feel more babyish as it squelched between her legs, around her bottom, anywhere and everywhere...
Over the baby monitor, Annika and Drew kept going, oblivious to the mortifying experience that had just happened in the other room. That was Elizabeth's one comfort, that there was no way they could be aware of what she'd done, even if they did know, of course, that it would happen at some point. She groaned and squirmed, then was taken by surprise by an aftershock, a quick follow-up cramp that she assumed was simply more pain, that there couldn't be any more inside her to come out, yet, sure enough, she felt another push, another gush of mush.
She whined into her pacifier, reaching behind herself, pressing her mittened hands to the back of her diaper through the cloth seat of her bouncer, feeling how swollen it was. And she might not be done... She honestly had no idea now, no confidence to say one way or the other. All she could do was sit and listen to her babysitter and ex-boyfriend making love as she lolled listlessly in her loaded diaper, waiting to see if she was going to use it further, her only real distraction and comfort the act of sucking on her paci.
She was more determined than ever to put an end to this quick, to switch back to her old, adult life, one where she made other people end up like this, rather than being subjected to it herself; at the same time, she was less confident than ever that she was capable of that, that she had it in her to get away from Annika, much less Drew, especially if her suspicions were correct, if his little 'mistakes' of taking the wrong part of the baby monitor and using cold water in the enema had been intentional, if he knew who she was...
If that was all true, she could only hope he was satisfied with this, that he didn't want any further revenge, because if he did, Elizabeth knew now he would get his wish.
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Holly hated time-outs, but she'd been well trained in them by now, and knew better than to try to get out of them early. There was a tiny voice in the back of her mind, reminding her that she was being a big girl now, that the housekeepers were gone, and would never know... She ignored it, however, pushed it away, too scarred by experiences with Mommy, assuming she was safe and being wrong, or leaving the corner to play and then not being able to get back in time when she heard the woman returning, to risk it.
So her first full day as an adult in ten years started with her seated in the corner in a messy diaper, sucking her thumb and swinging her feet boredly. She had to behave herself, or she'd have to show up at rehearsal in diapers...
She'd done that already, of course, though not as Elizabeth. She wasn't sure how many people had noticed yesterday, how many had known what she was wearing, but if they were expecting either of them to show up diapered, it would be 'Holly', and there was no way that wasn't going to happen. She knew the kind of babysitters her Mommy hired, and, unless Elizabeth had managed to escape already, at a minimum, they would be certain to keep the girl snugly Pampered at all times. If both of them showed up padded... Well, that would draw a lot more attention, and questions.
She almost wondered if she should give up, if it would be better to admit defeat and switch back. She'd messed things up royally here, and she didn't know how she was going to fix them. It might be worth it, knowing that Elizabeth would then have to deal with Kristi and Paige. Elizabeth also was much more aware of the world, of how things worked now... She could probably book herself another hotel and run away from this.
Holly, theoretically, could do that, too. Not now, obviously... She was in the corner, and she didn't know how long she'd be stuck there, but she doubted she'd be leaving anytime soon. It would be just her luck that Kristi would come back right as she was going to get the phone, or when she was still trying to figure out how to find another hotel on it.
And, she thought, it wasn't like the ID she had was hers, or the credit cards, or any of that. If, for whatever reason, there was an issue, or the people at the hotel got suspicious, and looked into her... She didn't know why that would happen, yet she couldn't rule it out completely, either. Technically, that might happen here as well, though at least it had been the real Elizabeth who had checked in initially. That was also kind of cheating on their arrangement, since Elizabeth was supposed to come here to find her and switch back.
No, she was going to have to stay here and face the consequences of her hubris. Kristi was right... She shouldn't have let herself go to sleep without a diaper. She wanted so badly to recapture some hint of her adulthood, but there was only so much she could trust her body with after she'd spent so long being treated like a baby. To be fair, she hadn't intended to fall asleep when she had; a real adult would have been prepared anyway, wouldn't have taken the chance.
She felt a flicker of fear at the sound of her door opening. It was hard to say if she hoped it was one of the maids or Elizabeth, or some other housekeeper stumbling on her, and even harder to say which she wanted it to be the least. It turned out to be Kristi, for better or worse.
"Look at you," she marveled. "Still right where you belong."
"Yes, ma'am," Holly replied around her thumb. "I thought about what I did, and I'm very sorry, and I promise, it won't happen again."
It was a good, all-purpose apology, one that probably wouldn't have worked on Mommy, who would likely demand something more in-depth, more thoughtful... Most of her babysitters tended to be satisfied by it, and so, she guessed, would Kristi, who, embarrassing as it was, she was starting to think of as one of them, rather than a hotel maid.
"No, I'm sure it won't," Kristi said. "You can come out of the corner now."
Holly nodded, hopping down off of the chair, turning to face the girl. "I-I don't want to be presumptuous," she nibbled her lip, staring down at the floor, "but... C-Could I change? I'm starting to get a little itchy, and I don't want to get a rash..."
"A rash, huh?" Kristi smirked. "That might serve you right... I guess I'll be nice, though."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Holly hopped in place, clapping her hands.
Kristi's tough exterior cracked a bit. "All right, calm down," she chuckled. "It isn't time for your meeting yet, is it?" Holly, still in her good, penitent, girl mode, shook her head truthfully. "Then it's diapers for you."
"Yes, ma'am," Holly accepted it. What else was new? She picked one up, trotting for the bathroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kristi asked. "Get back here. You don't think I can trust you to do that on your own, do you? Come on." She patted her leg, beckoning Holly to her side, standing there, obediently waiting while the housekeeper checked the mattress. "That seems all right," she declared, picking up the plastic sheet from the bedside table and spreading it over top. "Up you go!"
Holly climbed up onto the bed, lying there, assuming the position she'd been in a million times before. Even Kristi had technically diapered her already, though it was the first time she had stripped her completely, tearing open the sides of the Pull-Up underneath to wipe her clean, Holly still, after all this time, blushing as the girl saw her naked, touched her down there. She would have thought she'd be used to it by now, even from people who were practically strangers, however, the first time was always humiliating. Sometimes, she wondered how many people had changed her diaper; others, she was glad she didn't have a number, because she knew it was definitely too high.
Kristi pulled the sides of the diaper snug, smiling at her handiwork. "There we go... Now, you aren't going to touch these tapes, are you." It clearly wasn't a question, despite being phrased like one, and when Holly nodded, it was more an acknowledgement than an answer. "Good girl."
Holly was used to that, too, to not being allowed to remove her diapers herself. She should have that option here, as a grown-up, but if her caretaker for the moment didn't want her to, then she wouldn't. She knew too well from Mommy that, no matter how skilled she thought she was at peeling the tapes off and putting them right back where they were that there were ways of knowing they'd been tampered with.
She didn't know what those were, or if it was some innate second sense Mommy had; Mommy, of course, wasn't about to let her know, since it might encourage her to try to find a way around it if she knew the secret. Remaining ignorant to it meant that she might as well be in locking plastic panties, without the discomfort of dealing with the chain and lock around her waist... As easy as it would be for her to get out of her diaper, she wasn't going to, no matter what.
Kristi helped her up off the bed, sending her to throw out the used diaper, and Pull-Up from underneath it, with a pat on her fresh padding. Holly toddled away to do as she was told and then wash her hands, returning to the housekeeper when she was finished to find her double-checking that the plastic sheet had remained firmly tucked in during the change.
"Well," Kristi said, looking down at her, "I think that corner time did you a lot of good. Look at how helpful you are!"
"Uh-huh," Holly agreed, though part of it was having caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror in the bathroom, remembering how far beneath her diaper the pink of her spanking extended, and how much she was depending on Kristi to allow her to wear something that would hide that from her castmates.
"Do you think you can be even more helpful?" Kristi asked, Holly nodding, not knowing what she meant, but ready to do just about anything. "Do you know how to make a bed?"
Holly paused; she did, theoretically... She'd done it, a long time ago, and she'd watched Mommy do it many times. It didn't seem that hard, and she didn't remember it being difficult, only a bit annoying. She could see where this was going, however, and she wasn't confident she'd be able to perform up to snuff in front of someone who did it as a job.
"K-Kind of," she confessed.
"Kind of," Kristi scoffed. "What a charmed life you must lead... Well, I'm finished with my other rooms for today, so I'll give you a little lesson for now, and then I'll be sure you get plenty of practice tomorrow."
Holly frowned slightly, not certain what she meant by that, and not wanting to ask, or do anything besides give an obedient, "Yes, ma'am," to prove what a very good girl she was. There was still more than enough time for Kristi to change her mind about her, and decide she didn't deserve her Pull-Ups when she requested them later, and Holly was not about to let that happen.
