Chapter 12

Allyson finally found what she was looking for tucked away into one of the classrooms turned decorating stations. A large cooler filled with drinks for everyone helping. She quickly opened it and got out three water bottles. That should be enough to keep Cassidy’s thirst quenched until it was time to leave. Setting two of the bottles on the floor Allyson opened the green sippy cup she had brought for Cassidy and started pouring the third bottle into it. She would only hope that Cassidy would heed her instruction to pour the water into the sippy cup before drinking it and hopefully not spill any on the floor of the play pen, though she knew that might be a long shot.

She didn’t fully understand what had gotten into Cassidy. What possessed her to sneak off and put herself into danger like that? Perhaps her current diapered state and her dress was making her regress a little. Allyson herself certainly wasn’t helping with that. She couldn’t help it though. Cassidy was triggering all of her instincts from her work at a day care, in addition to her unusually strong maternal instincts. She knew in the back of her mind that Cassidy was an adult, but that was very far in the back of her mind. Especially when Cassidy acted like a child.

“Oh shoot!” Allyson exclaimed feeling water on her hand. She had overfilled the sippy cup while she was lost in thought. She took a small sip from it before screwing the cap back on. She shook the distraction off and made her way back across to the nursery where Cassidy was waiting, at least she hoped Cassidy was waiting. She doubted Cassidy would remain in the play pen if she were able to get out of it, but she also doubted that Cassidy could operate the gate latch successfully from the inside. Allyson struggled to operate them herself when she found herself stuck in them at work. Cassidy shouldn’t be able to at all, at least not without magic, and hopefully without anything to channel it she wouldn’t be able to cast a spell to get herself out. She would find out in a second.

Allyson opened the door to the nursery to thankfully find Cassidy still in the playpen, ruminating with her back against the wall closest to the gate and to the door of the nursery.

“Seems like you can’t open the gate then.” Allyson stated plainly. Cassidy’s huff gave more than enough away. She did try, and she failed. “Come here for a sec,” Allyson explained. Cassidy didn’t put up much of a fight but was still pouting as she turned around to face Allyson. “I got you some water to hold you over while I’m busy.” She showed Cassidy the two bottles of water remaining and the filled sippy cup. “Please pour them into the sippy cup before you drink them.” Allyson handed Cassidy the bottles of water over the top of the play pen walls.

“I’m not gonna spill any,” Cassidy reached out to grab the bottles and sippy cup Allyson was handing her.

“Cassidy if you don’t agree to pour them into your sippy cup then I’m going to have come in here and pour them for you, and that’s not gonna make me or Brita very happy,” Allyson threatened. “You feel me.”

“I’ll pour it in the sippy cup,” Cassidy turned around in a childish pout.

“Good now let me check you real quick before I leave,” Cassidy prepared to stick her diaper next to the gate but was surprised when Allyson twirled her finger and her soggy diaper lit up with a familiar blue light.

“Ally,” Cassidy whined with a blush.

“If you’re gonna be a bad girl then you’re going to get checked like a bad girl,” Allyson said pointedly. She let the spell linger meaning that Cassidy’s diaper was left glowing like her face was glowing with embarrassment.

“Well,” Cassidy expected a change, she felt like she was wet enough for one and she was definitely glowing enough for one.

“You could use a change,” Allyson agreed. “But changes are for good girls and you have not been a good girl.” Allyson said firmly. Cassidy was very wet, but not quite on the verge of leaking. One more accident would put her there, and Allyson would be back to change her either before then or right after.

She worried for a moment that she might be being a tad harsh, but the thought quickly left her mind. Cassidy may be an adult, but she was acting like a child. Whether that was her fault or she was just a victim of her circumstance the fact the remained that she was basically a misbehaving child. Which was something Allyson knew how to deal with.

She had several methods to softly correct bad behavior. Given that Cassidy was currently in a wet diaper meant this was the best course. Kids being left for a while in their wet diapers reminded them that they were in fact still kids, and would have to listen to the adults in charge if they wanted anything. This was especially effective when their diaper was still glowing from her little diaper checking spell. While her current charge wasn’t, in fact, still a kid, Allyson needed her to act like one. At least in so far as kids listened to adults in charge and stayed out of trouble.

“When I come back to check on you I’ll change your diaper if,” Allyson paused here for effect. “You’ve turned that attitude around and start acting like a good girl.” Cassidy stared at Allyson in disbelief. Was this really happening? She received a lecture right out of her own childhood. She was an adult despite appearance, and she shouldn’t be treated like that. Despite those thoughts thought Cassidy didn’t say anything. She just stared at Allyson with confusion as a fluttery feeling entered her tummy.

It wasn’t an unfamiliar one. She had felt it earlier on the way over here, when her diaper was squishing against midnight’s saddle as he trotted along. A not unpleasant but still strange feeling that stopped her building anger in its tracks, causing her words of fury to get caught in her throat.

“Ok,” Cassidy answered, her voice wavering as the feeling inside her stomach seemingly dictated her response. “I’ll be good.” She plopped back down on the floor and her diaper squished and weirdly it didn’t bother her all that much.

“Well …” Allyson stammered at the unexpected remarks. She was expecting a fight, but what she got was obedience. Her methods were effective it seemed. She dug in the diaper bag for a moment until she found what she was looking for. One final piece to the penance. She clipped a pacifier onto the collar of Cassidy’s blouse. It wasn’t something she was intending to use today, but she packed it out of instinct more than anything, and she was glad that she did. It was a simple purple pacifier for Biscotti kids, meaning it fit Cassidy perfectly. It was attached to her blouse with a fairly long purple ribbon with white polka dots. It was a simple addition but one that would have a powerful effect on the adult Cassidy. “When you feel a smart comment coming on I want you to stick that in your mouth instead.” Cassidy quickly stuck the soother in her mouth. “I’ll be back to check on you in a while. Be good.” Allyson was a lot more cheery as she left.

After Allyson left Cassidy crawled over and grabbed one of the toys in the playpen. A wooden and metal contraption where balls would slide along colorful twisty metal poles. It was something she’d seen at every doctor’s office and was something she always wanted to play with. Now was a good a time as any. She moved the balls along their set path while she suckled away at her pacifier and tried to process what she was feeling. It wasn’t just that she didn’t hate this feeling, it was worse. She liked it.

It wasn’t a secret that in her relationship she was the submissive one to Callie, though the extent at which she was submissive to Callie wasn’t often discussed in polite company. And this feeling she felt now, this fluttery rumbling in her tummy was the same feeling she got when Callie spoke sweet nothings into her ear, or when Callie forcefully pet that one part on her head, or when she tied her to the bed post. Cassidy stopped her thoughts and blushed at the memory she unearthed. There was no denying it though. Cassidy liked this, in the same way she liked those other things with Callie.

Cassidy shook her head and started moving the balls on her toy in a different manner. That couldn’t be it. She didn’t like this, at least not like that. Allyson being a little assertive with her brought up some old memories that was all. She was Callie’s sister after all, and her tone was remarkably similar to Callie’s as a result. That’s what it had to be. Allyson just scolded her in a way that Callie sometimes would when they were having their fun. That didn’t exactly explain why she got this feeling earlier from just her wet diaper squishing against midnight, but maybe that was something different.

Cassidy exhaled through her nose and put the toy down satisfied. Yeah that’s all it was, just some passing similarity to her girlfriend. She had to admit that this whole diaper thing wasn’t the worst. Embarrassing sure, but with everyone thinking she was a child and her playing the part it was tolerable. She didn’t like it like that way. That would be ridiculous.

As ridiculous as the whole thing was Cassidy was stuck in the playpen until Allyson came and checked on her, and boredom was already settling in. The toys scattered around in the playpen weren’t exactly marvels of entertainment, but they would have to do. With her pacifier still in her mouth Cassidy found a set of blocks. A building exercise would do well enough for entertainment.

When she gathered a sufficient amount she placed them all in a pile in the back corner of the play pen and got to work. It was mildly amusing to come up with different structure ideas and see which ones she could make, and which were the most stable. Of course this only entertained her for so long, but while she was playing with them something caught her eye.

In the back corner of the playpen that met with the corner of the room was a baby bouncer. These were usually something for smaller children but of course they also sized them up for bigger ones as well. This was one of the larger ones. Cassidy remembered vaguely having one of these when she was a baby, well when she was an actual baby not the pretending to be baby she was now. She grew out of the one she had though, which may be why this one that could fit her piqued her curiosity.

“Oh there she is,” Cassidy turned around shocked as two teenage Biscotti entered the nursery. “See I told you the flower girl was a little Miqo. Isn’t she a little cutie?” Cassidy blushed at the compliment.

“Tank ooo,” she lisped forgetting she had her pacifier still in her mouth.

“We just wanted to come say hi and see you,” the other Biscotti said.

“You just looked so dang adorable,” the first agreed. Cassidy grew flustered. At the praise.

“Oh were you eyeing that little baby bouncer.”

“Uhh yeah well I,” Cassidy spat the pacifier out to talk.

“She probably has one like it at home,” The second Biscotti guessed.

“You think so?” the first responded. “She looks a little big for it.”

“Nah. Look at her rocking that no pants soggy diaper look, only the really little ones get away with that.”

“Hey! I’m not that little,” Cassidy started to complain but stopped herself. Revealing the truth of the situation would only make things awkward and more embarrassing.

“Yeah and that little pout sold it she’s definitely a little baby Miqo,” The first said in a cooing tone. "I guess Miqo babies get to be bigger than Biscotti ones." Her incorrect assumption was ironic but only to Cassidy.

“Maybe she just needs help getting in it then?” The second one suggested.

“Oh is that what you needed little baby?” The first asked rhetorically in a cooing tone. “Some help getting in the bouncy?”

“No. I don really wanna,” Cassidy started to answer but she was ignored. These two teens were motivated a little too much by seeing the cute kitten in the bouncer to accept any other answer.

“Don’t be shy sweetie,” The biscotti already made her way inside the playpen and was opening the seat to the bouncer. “I don’t mind helping you.”

The bouncer was basically a cloth seat that secured around the occupant with velcro ironically similar to how a diaper would. This seat was attached to four long poles with four elastic lengths of rope, and was suspended just enough off the ground that the occupants feet barely touched it, meaning they were constantly bouncing.

The teenage Biscotti, who Cassidy assumed must belong to the family that owned the temple, quickly undid the Velcro of the seat causing the front of it to open.

“And we just put the baby in,” she sang as she gently moved Cassidy toward the seat. Cassidy grumbled a little bit, but didn’t put up too much of a fight. She had to admit that she might have been a little curious about it.

Cassidy was maneuvered inside the open seat, and the Biscotti folded the front up and closed it shut.

“See there ya go,” The teen said with a smile. Cassidy took a few test bounces. Where she was now she bounced a little but her feet were still pretty firmly on the ground. “Here let me fix it for you.” With a little bit a effort the Biscotti adjust the length of the bouncy ropes and suddenly Cassidy’s once firmly planted feet only barely reached the floor. As she tried to gain footing all she did was bounce helplessly. “Now we’re bouncing!” The teen said with a smile.

“Oh she is precious,” her friend echoed as the two watched Cassidy bounce for a while. Cassidy couldn’t help a smile. This was actually kind of fun. More entertaining than the blocks at least. “We gotta get back Abby.”

“Ok Katie ok,” Abby, the one who had been helping Cassidy into the bouncer smiled. “Here’s your sippy cup sweetie you have fun,” Abby quickly handed Cassidy her sippy cup, and left closing the gate to the play pen behind her. Not that it really mattered. Cassidy wasn’t able to get her feet planted firmly on the ground and without that she couldn’t manage to get herself out of the bouncer. She didn’t really want to though. As she began bouncing more and more, her soggy diaper squishing against her all the while those feelings from earlier came back again. Cassidy without thinking put the pacifier back into her mouth and the feelings only grew from there.

She couldn’t deny it now, she did like this. But she was right earlier. This wasn’t exactly the feeling she got when her and Allyson had their fun. It was different, but similar. This was just fun. Pure care free fun. Cassidy actually found herself giggling as she bounced more and more. She didn’t care that she was essentially stuck in there. She didn’t care that Allyson left her there in a soggy diaper. She didn’t care that none of this was appropriate for a grown woman. She was having fun. It was in the middle of a happy giggle when Allyson walked back into the room.

“Cassidy?” Allyson asked with confusion.