Rachel and Sarah spent a long time soaking in the hot tub. Long enough for Fara to eat most of one tray of brownies and also wet herself again. This had somewhat predictable results. Fara leaked, and while it wasn’t as catastrophic as the incident at the museum, but two small streams ran down her leg and some drops fell from the pull-up itself. Fara quickly put her brownie tray down and went to get Rachel.

Sarah was much more energized and engaged when Fara walked out onto the deck.

“Fara I thought I said I was spending some time with Sarah,” Rachel spoke sternly as Fara approached.

“I know I know, but I had another accident,” Fara spoke quietly and blushed.

“I told you, you can wait til Sarah is finished with her soak.”

“Yeah but I kinda leaked again.”

“It’s ok mistress I think I’m fine,” Sarah spoke happily.

“Well wait for us inside dear,” Rachel waved Fara away. “We’ll just be a moment,” Fara obediently ran inside the house, and Rachel and Sarah climbed out of the hot tub.

“What’s that leak number two,” Sarah began drying herself off with a towel. “She’s gotta be sick of it by now.”

“Enough for use to press the issue tonight for sure,” Rachel wrapped herself in a towel and unclipped her lead from Sarah’s collar. “Let’s go get changed, be sure to take your time.”

“You’re really making her squirm huh?” The two made their way inside. Fara was standing nervously beside the door and followed them anxiously.

“We have to go get dressed dear,” Rachel dismissed Fara. “You can wait a little while longer I’m sure.” Fara groaned anxiously, but she didn’t protest at the instruction. She wanted out of the soaked pull-up so she was being much more forgiving with Rachel’s above average demanding attitude. Rachel and Sarah grinned the whole time they changed, knowing that Fara was obediently squirming in a soaked pull-up just outside of their door. Though they did stall some, Sarah eventually had to get dressed, into a white top and some fuzzy pink pajama pants.

“I’ll take care of her,” Sarah put her hair in a bun.

“Thank you dear,” Rachel was getting into a little more formal relax wear that Sarah. A classy black nightgown and black leggings. Sarah opened the door to see Fara predictably squirming around waiting on her.

“All right let’s get you changed and cleaned up,” Sarah took Fara’s hand and walked to Fara’s room. Fara blushed and followed. “Hold your skirt up for me,” Sarah asked once they were in Fara’s room. Fara obeyed meekly.

“I’m sorry,” Fara grimaced as Sarah tore off the sides of the pull-up.

“It’s a pull-up. Leaks happen.” With the pull-up removed Sarah began to wipe Farah down with a baby wipe, including on her legs where the urine streams ran. “I’m not gonna say it but you know what I’m thinking.” Sarah held open a new pull-up for Fara.

“I know,” Fara sighed and stepped into the new pull-up. What Sarah was thinking was that this leak wouldn’t have happened if Fara was in actual diapers instead of just the thin pull-up. Fara was becoming annoyed with them to be sure. This was the second leak in one day, not to mention Rachel and Sarah were constantly checking her throughout the day. “Thanks for helping.”

“Any time,” Sarah smiled. The two made their way back into the living room. Rachel was talking on the phone while eating some of the brownies Fara had made.

“Sure thing. Thank you,” Rachel hung up the phone. “Our friends have found a Chinese place. I took the liberty of ordering us all some food.”

“Thanks,” Fara was unsure if Rachel possessed the intimate knowledge to order her Chinese food for her, but it was too late to stop her now.

Rachel, Sarah, and Fara spent the time waiting for the others to arrive with food uneventfully watching tv. When the others did arrive the meal was similarly uneventful. The others were very tired and very battered from their mountain biking excursion, so they were mostly silent during the meal. Fara was checked three times during the course and was only actually wet during the last one. Thankfully by then the others were either in bed or soaking in the hot tub, so no one was around when Rachel announced that Fara was wet. Typical blushing ensued.

“Come, let’s go ahead and get you changed for bed too,” Rachel offered her hand and Fara took it. They walked into Fara’s room and Rachel helped Fara out of her dress and removed the thankfully non-leaking pull-up. Sarah snuck into the room casually holding a diaper in her hands.

“No!” Fara said immediately. Sarah sighed, she had hoped she would get in undetected and that they could stall this little tantrum for a little bit at least.

“Fara be reasonable here,” Rachel reasoned.

“You be reasonable,” Fara pouted.

“Fara you’ve already leaked twice today. You always wet more when you wake up. And if you shift around in your sleep then your pull-up will move it out of place. There’s a good chance you’ll leak through a pull-up in the morning. Especially if you’re going to sleep with the gate closed like you did last night.”

“I didn’t mean to sleep with it closed, so it won’t be a problem. I’ll just use the bathroom.”

“Have you used the bathroom at all since we’ve gotten here?” Far blushed realizing that she actually hadn’t. “That’s fine if you don’t, I think it’s a good idea for you not to, but you need to be prepared if you’re not going to.”

“I’ll be fine,” Fara huffed again.

“No it won’t. I’m putting my foot down here Fara. I don’t mind helping you but not if you make it purposefully difficult for me. Sarah and I do not want to deal with wet sheets just because you are being stubborn about this.”

“So?”

“So either you put the diaper on or you can forget about help from either of us.” Fara groaned in defeat. Rachel had a point, no matter how much Fara didn’t want to admit that she did. Not to mention Fara wasn’t equipped to handle this whole thing on her own. Rachel and Sarah’s help had been invaluable. Rachel took Fara’s silent thinking as her answer. “Now lay down. Let’s get you changed.” With a huff and a blush Fara conceded laid down naked on the floor. “Raise up,” Rachel commanded unceremoniously.

“Hey what’s the deal with those. I’m not a baby,” Fara complained once she got a good look at the diaper Sarah was holding. It was a white diaper with a purple landing zone and an all-around print with pink on the outside around the leg holes and bunnies and kitties dotted throughout with blocks and rattles that would fade when wet.

“Sorry,” Sarah handed the especially infantile garment to Rachel. “She only brought ones for me to use.”

“They will have to do,” Rachel opened the diaper. “These are much better than any we can find at the store. Now raise up. I think you’ve done enough complaining,” Rachel was stern and Fara stopped her complaining and looked away with a blush. She raised her bottom and allowed Rachel to slide the diaper under her.

“All right sit back down,” Rachel gently pushed on Fara’s thigh guiding her down onto the diaper. Fara could tell immediately that the diaper was much thicker than pull-ups. Rachel expertly applied powder and taped the diaper on. Rachel had hook and loop diapers that she much preferred, but since this was Fara’s first diaper she made sure to find one with tapes that were especially difficult to remove to discourage Fara from tampering.

Rachel helped Fara up after she was secure in the diaper. It was definitely thicker than pull-ups, and louder too. It crinkled with every minor move Fara made, and she moved around quite a bit trying to get used to the thicker sensation. It hugged her tightly, a testament to Rachel’s taping job, but in an oddly comforting way. Unlike the pull-ups, Fara was constantly aware that she was wearing a diaper. It was hard not to feel it, but she couldn’t say that it felt bad at all, just different.

“There, now was that worth all that fuss,” Rachel dug through Fara’s suitcase looking for a nightgown.

“Well yeah,” Fara argued. “I feel and look like a baby.”

“That’s all circumstantial dear. Arms up.” Rachel held out the night gown above Fara and Fara held her arms up and let Rachel slide it over her. “I’m sorry that they aren’t the most mature looking diaper, but you need diapers at least at night if you’re going to continue to wet like you have been.”

“I think they look cute,” Sarah chimed in.

“Nothing wrong with looking cute is there?” Rachel agreed. And Fara did look cute. The nightgown was too short to cover the diaper and it gave Fara and adorable innocent look.

“I guess not, but I’d still rather have plain ones,” Fara whined.

“We’ll get on that,” Sarah assured despite how they definitely were not going to do anything to get Fara her more mature looking diapers.

“And it’s just for night time right?” Fara asked hopefully.

“Yes dear,” Rachel assured. “I think you’re still good to wear pull-ups during the day.” For now.

Fara was unhappy with the resolution. She made her way to the bed crinkling the whole way. Rachel and Sarah struggled to stop from cooing at Fara’s cute pouting but they remained resolute.

“I’m going to bed,” Fara pouted and flopped onto her bed.

“Ok dear. We’ll see you in the morning.” Rachel and Sarah left and made their way to their own room. The rest of the house had already gone to sleep. Rachel, Fara, and Sarah were probably the least tired and had stayed up the latest as a result.

Rachel and Sarah huddled around the tablet almost as soon as they got into the bed. Fara was still awake but they could tell that she would be asleep soon. Despite the unfamiliar underwear she seemed to have no issue getting comfortable.

“Night two and already in diapers,” Sarah spoke proudly. “Cute ones too.”

“Yes,” Rachel said as she fiddled with the tablet. “Now we need one more push to get her in diapers during the day, which may prove difficult.”

“You do have an ace in the hole though?”

“Even if it is cheating.”

“Who said the game was fair anyway?” Rachel gave a quiet breath as Fara drifted off to sleep. She casually tapped the button that closed the crib door locking Fara in again. With enough gas lighting they would have Fara thinking she closed it herself. That was only the first step of tonight’s shenanigans, the other was Rachel taking advantage of a yet unused system of speakers in the room. Speakers that were well hidden and would play things that could only be perceived as static or white noise, but was actually hypnotically suggestive sound files. In particular the current file she was loading would make Fara respond to certain signals differently.

Rachel grimaced as she played the file. If Fara was awake she would have heard a strange garbled static sound, but she was not. Rachel wasn’t lying, she did consider this tactic cheating. She liked the fight, the struggle. Bending people by force of her willpower alone was intoxicating and she relished in it the few times she got the opportunity. This particular hurdle that they would need to climb next would likely be too much of a struggle however, thus the hypno files.

“I know it’s not your thing,” Sarah comforted Rachel. “But we’ve got a schedule to keep, and it would take months of work to get here using traditional methods. Not that I don’t think you could do it.”

“I know you’re right pet. It’s just a shame to give up the fight before it ever had the chance to start. Having the moment of surrender come sooner is almost worth it though,” Rachel smirked. Getting someone to forget their bladder control was relatively easy. You have to work to keep that from coming out, and it could be easy to train someone to just stop fighting it. Bowels were a different story. You have to actively work to get things to come out that way. It was much harder to convince a person to do that as they had to willingly do it, not just ignore the fight to not do it. With the aid of the hypno files, Fara could be made to subconsciously push. Some food additives to make the need more urgent would add to this subconscious conditioning. Rachel and Sarah were confident that Fara would be making a new kind of mess very soon.