Two weeks.

Two fucking weeks.

Brittany had been her little sister’s live-in diaper slave for Two. Fucking. Weeks.

She was pretty goddamned sick of it.

Brit had, of course, considered alternatives. When she had internet access, she contacted her remaining friends, hitting them up and begging for a place to crash for a couple days so she could get back on her feet.

No luck. Jessica had been right; she’d only come here in the first place because she was desperate. There was nobody else that would take her in, not unless she could pay them rent, and she couldn’t pay rent without getting a job.

Brittany had tried. Dear god she had tried. She would have been seeking a job desperately even if Jessica hadn’t been encouraging it, making her redeem chore stars for diaper changes and basic privacy.

And the diaper changes… Brittany had assumed she’d get used to the humiliation, but no. Not a chance, not when Jessica used every change as a chance to tease her, to come up with degrading pet names or to just comment on how badly she smelled, as she took unnecessarily long with the powder, the wipes, the whole damned process of it.

Yeah, of course I stink. You’re making me crap my pants. Asshole.

So, Brittany was looking for an out. Filling out job applications every chance she could get. And it just wasn’t getting anywhere.

Between that, it was back to chores. She couldn’t just fill out job applications. Whenever she could, she was sweeping the floors, cleaning the toilet that she didn’t have permission to use, fixing dinner, generally doing whatever banal task popped into Jessica’s head.

Brittany had been so desperate for ideas, any suggestions on how to escape her circumstance, that she even went online, using a burner account to plead for ideas on Reddit. Her ‘Am I The Asshole’ post mostly came up with a bunch of people claiming the story was fake, though, and she quickly gave up, logging out and ignoring the rest of the responses.

Dammit, she told herself, shuffling in her seat. She had done all her household chores for the day, filled out half a dozen applications and sent them in. She was out of jobs to look for, there was nowhere else in town accepting that day. Worse, she needed to use her diaper.

Best get it over with, she grumbled to herself. Brittany had quickly learned that trying to use her chore starts to use the potty was a losing proposition - she just couldn’t earn enough stars to actually use the toilet, even just for #2, and still have enough for food, internet, electricity. If she wanted to save her stars at all, she had to be stingy with her diaper changes, only asking for them when…

“Ugh,” she grumbled, sitting forward and pushing. There was no point holding it, not when it was inevitable, not when her diaper was already heavy and starting to sag. This would just mean she could get a change sooner.

Grunting softly, she pushed the mush into her padding, blushing as she felt it swell. Her room already had a faint odor to it from countless previous accidents, something that no amount of candles or open windows could quite purge, but the smell of a freshly filled diaper was still distinct, and her cheeks turned pink as she got to her feet, steeling herself to go ask Rebbeca for a change.

She waddled out of her room, eyeing the pink lock on her diaper cover. The locks that defined her life, lately. It was mostly symbolic - even if she had the key, cheating would get her thrown out - but the constant reminder was still infuriating.

Stepping over to Jessica’s bedroom door, she raised a hand to knock.

“Oh, yeah, Brittany? Yes, I’m her sister.”

Brittany paused, lowering her hand. Who’s she talking to?

“Who did you say I was talking to?” Jessica asked, conveniently. She sounded like she was on the phone, talking to… “Oh, Darrel’s Place? I know you, you’re down by the river, right?”

Blinking, Brittany realized what was going on. Darrel’s Place was a shop she’d applied to, and, devoid of good references, she’d put Jessica down. She asked, first, of course, on the second day of her torture. The conversation had gone something like this:

Brittany: “Can I list you as a reference?”

Jessica: “Oh, for your applications? Sure. It might get your stinker butt out of here sooner. Say, it smells like you need a change - Too bad you just used all your stars on dinner!”

Brittany: “You’re such a bitch.”

Jessica: “What was that? You want to stand in the corner for half an hour? I guess that’s alright.”

Brittany: “But-”

Jessica: “That’s right, your butt is going in the corner. March your little mush-tush, or I’ll make it an hour.”

Frowning, Brittany put her ear to the door, listening.

“Oh, yeah. Brittany is my step sister. Honestly, I’m surprised she even submitted an application!” Jessica said, the sneer audible in her tone. “Yeah, she’s just about the laziest person I’ve ever met. Honestly. I practically have to blackmail her just to make her do the dishes.”

Brittany’s eyes widened, and she balled her hands into fists. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. That bitch-

“Oh, yeah. Hey, though, maybe she’s improving! I’m surprised she’s even literate enough to write a job application. Heck, she never even really got the hang of potty training. No, I’m not kidding. She still needs my help changing her diapers.” A second went by. “You’re not going to hire her? Honestly, I can’t blame you.”

It took all the self control Brittany had not to storm in there and confront Jessica right then and there. She took a deep breath, wrinkled her nose, regretted it, and took a shallow breath.

She’s sabotaging me, Brittany fumed, slinking back to her room. Jessica is undermining me so I’ll be stuck here, as her freaking maid, forever.

And it was going to work, because Brittany still didn’t have a place to live, and she absolutely didn’t have any way to make money.

Slamming her door, she sat back down on her bed, fuming.

She wanted revenge, but she was helpless. If she tried, she’d be homeless, hopeless, and besides - Jessica had her blackmail material. One phonecall, and she’d explain to their mom how Brittany had stolen the family jewelry and sold it to her pot dealer.

She was trapped.

Helpless.

Desperate.

Taking out her phone, she logged back into her burner account, thinking she could beg for assistance. Maybe start a gofundme. Maybe just find a kind stranger willing to help her out.

To her surprise, there were a dozen messages in her inbox, which she opened and read. Less surprisingly, it was from a bunch of creeps.

Lol send me a pic of your diaper.

Are you hot? I bet you’re hot.

Are you selling pics? Pls respond

What’s your ExclusivelyForFans link?

It went on like that. A bunch of horny people, hitting on her with absolutely no shame, all interested in her diapers.

Brittany frowned. People are into this stuff? Why?

Raising an eyebrow, she started to do some research.

…

It took her two more weeks to get everything in place, raise funds, and generally prepare. It was more work than she’d ever done in her life, and she did most of it lying on her back. She hadn’t taken up those reddit creepers on their offer, but there were other avenues for success, and once she got over the feeling of ‘This is weird and gross’, she found at that she mostly liked it.

What she liked more, though, was the cash. It was probably a lot of luck, and a lot of perseverance, but she’d managed to make real money. Not a lot, but enough that she’d been able to make a few phonecalls and arrange a few things.

And, now, it was time for her revenge.

Walking out of her room, she walked right up to the pantry, grabbed the lock that held it shut, and yanked.

It was a cheap lock, and the pantry wasn’t designed to resist brute force. It didn’t take much effort to rip out the nails that held the lock in place, open the pantry, and grant her access to the food inside. It was, however, noisy and impossible to hide.

Grabbing a pack of chips from inside, Brittany leaned against the counter, waiting for her step sister to come investigate.

“Brit?” she asked, stepping out of her room with a smirk on her face. “Is something wrong?”

Brittany tossed a handful of chips in her mouth, munching loudly. “I don’t know, Jess, you tell me.”

Jessica raised her eyebrows. “That’s a star for a bag of chips, but you didn’t ask first. I think you’re cruising for a spanking, young lady.”

“I think not, bitch,” Brittany replied.

“Now hold on a second-” Jessica started to say.

“No, you hold on,” Brittany snapped. “I heard you talking on the phone when someone called about my application. You’re a fucking cheater!”

Jessica blinked. She hadn’t expected that, but she still thought she held all the power. “Well, that doesn’t matter. If you wanted a good recommendation, you should have earned one, but you’re so much of a lazy piece of crap that you don’t know anyone who actually likes you.”

“You lying sack of crap!” Brit spat. “You just want a slave to do all your chores for you!”

“That’s not true! I-”

Brittany cut her off. It was her turn to rant, and Jessica wasn’t going to stop her. “It’s not? Let’s take a look.” She pointed at the chore chart. “I’ve been doing all the cooking, the cleaning, every fucking house chore around here! When’s the last time you did something besides lay around in your room and take up space?”

“When I’m changing your stinky diapers, for one!” Jessica shot back.

“Fuck you!” Brittany stamped her foot. Her anger was a bit undercut by the diaper taped around her waist, but that wasn’t going to stop her. “That’s because you made that happen, and you know it!”

“Well, it’s still my home, so it’s my rules.” Jessica stood up straight, reasserting her control. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

“No way,” Brittany sneered. “You think I’m just going to put up with this for a month?”

“If you don’t leave, I’m calling mom.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.” Jessica took out her phone, pressing the buttons deliberately, smirking as she stared at Brit.

Brittany’s eyes widened. “Wait, don’t-”

“Too late. Your number’s up.” Jessica smiled, as the other end picked up. “Hey, mom! I had something I wanted to tell you.”

Their mom was loud enough over the line that Brittany could hear the other end clearly. “Oh, Jess! I was just about to call you, I have wonderful news!”

“Oh?” Jess hesitated, frowned. “What’s that?”

“We never lost grandma’s jewelry after all!” Mom said, cheerfully. “I was doing some spring cleaning, and Brittany had the idea to check with the winter decorations, and there it was! Lord knows how it ended up there, but isn’t that wonderful!”

Brittany smirked, as Jessica’s expression fell. “I… um. Yeah. That’s great.”

“Now, what is it you wanted to tell me?”

“Er… sorry, can I call you back?”

“Sure. Love you, dear!”

“Love you too, mom.”

Jessica hung up, staring at Brittany’s enormous smirk. “How?”

“You remember Jim? The guy I sold the jewelry to?” Brittany asked. “Turns out, he never got rid of the set. A couple phonecalls and a little fake visit to mom over the weekend, I just stashed the jewelry, left, and gave her a call. What’re you going to tell her to blackmail me, now?”

“Um…” Jessica said, eyes darting around, looking for something.

“And that’s not all,” Brittany said. “Once I figured out you were sabotaging my job applications, I made a little recording. You remember ‘B-1-T-C-H Records’? They called about a week ago?”

Jessica looked more pale every second. “Er…”

“You told them I was, ‘Such a simple bitch I couldn’t tie my own shoes, and that it’d be the worst mistake of their life to hire me.’ You even said, ‘Mom spoiled me so much it’s amazing I’m not still sucking on her tits’. You were in a pretty bad mood that day, if I recall.” Brittany grinned, broadly. “Well, that was my friend Kate, and the recording of that conversation is ready to send to mom unless you do exactly what I say.”

Jessica swallowed. “You can’t… I mean…” Her face fell. She’d been outplayed. “What do you want?”

Brittany’s grin grew broad. “Give me the key.”

“You’re… oh, shit.” Jessica blushed. “You’re going to make me follow the rules.”

“What? No, I’m not a bitch like you,” Brittany said. “I just want to live here as long as I want, rent free, without getting any shit from you.”

“Oh.” Jessica let out a breath. “Okay, that’s-”

“Hah!” Brittany cackled. “You believed me? Wow, you are stupid. Nah, I’m going to put you through everything you made me do, and more. And say… how do you feel about being on camera?”