The next morning saw the cabin bustling as the girls quickly packed away the last of their things for the long trip back. Fara watched from her bed. She had been deliberately left in there by Rachel. Having a baby running around would just get in the way of packing was her excuse. Fara blushed and pouted again thinking about it. She put her hands on the bars and struggled to look out. Rachel had left the door to Fara’s room open and every now and then she would see one of the girls pass by in a rush with a bag. If the girl happened to be Rachel, Sarah, or Patty she even got a happy smile and wave. Fara sat down on her soaked night diaper, it was all she could do.

Fara got butterflies as she thought about the trip home. If Rachel was to be believed she would be put into two diapers and not allowed out of her car seat for the whole trip. Rachel wasn’t one to lie or downplay things so this was likely true. Fara was nervous but at the same time excited by the thought. Ever since she accepted that this was something she liked, that submitting and being a baby was something she could get happiness and a thrill out of, the context for a lot of the things Fara had been through on the trip changed. Stuff that she used to tolerate before like being left in a wet diaper, having to mess herself, or being put on the baby leash were now things that she looked forward to now. She pondered on how this simple change in attitude made an experience she had to suffer through before, fun and fulfilling now. Needless to say the thought of being stuck in a car seat in an extra thick and eventually extra full diaper for the whole day had her excited.

This gave her another thought. Fara squished her soggy diaper against her. She was pretty confident her bladder had been emptied into the diaper, she doubt it could hold more, but if she didn’t want to be stuck in a messy diaper the whole trip she needed to take care of that before she got changed. She stood up and tried to mess her diaper as much as she could before she was put into the double diaper.

“Aww are you trying to make poopies baby?” Rachel smiled at Fara through her open door. Fara blushed and didn’t respond. She had effectively been caught. Rachel smirked and continued her packing. Fara blushed more as now the whole house knew what she was doing and the open door combined with the crib bars meant there was nothing Fara could do to keep them from watching either. Fara smirked, Rachel was clever. Despite her embarrassment Fara’s reasoning was still strong she needed to get as much out now while she could. With a louder than average grunt she was finally able to mess her diaper. She sighed in relief as it filled the seat of her diaper. Fara pondered at that strange feeling. Being relieved that she was in a messy diaper now. Even with her newfound acceptance of this, she didn’t find messy diapers that pleasant, but the situation she was in meant she was happy to feel the uncomfortable but familiar hot sticky feeling on her backside. She got butterflies again as another thought entered her head. It didn’t really matter if she liked it or not. Her mommy said that she messes her diapers, and what mommy says goes. Fara really was getting into this.

After a while Rachel was finally satisfied with her packing and came to let Fara out and change her. Fara eagerly waited at the gate as Rachel entered.

“Aww are you ready to get changed out of your dirty diapee baby,” Rachel teased. “Ready for our long trip home.”

“Yes mommy,” Fara bounced excitedly. Rachel smiled as she opened the door to Fara’s crib and led her into her bedroom for what would be the last diaper change of the trip though this would be a big one. Sarah came into the room as Rachel had removed Fara’s dirty diaper and began cleaning her.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you pet. You can lie down right next to the baby.” Fara giggled as Sarah lied down next to her with a pout. Rachel smiled and got the supplies she needed, four diapers and four boosters. This is the first time Fara had seen a booster, she thought it looked like a pad. She very quickly got the general idea of how they worked as Rachel placed two inside the first diaper. After a generous helping of powder Rachel taped up the first diaper. With the boosters it was already thicker than Fara had been in before, she didn’t have long to marvel at this as Rachel continued her work, running a Wattenberg wheel over the first diaper to litter the outside of it with tiny holes that would allow some liquid to pass into the next diaper while still being absorbed by the first. With that done she swiftly taped the second diaper in place and helped Fara up.

Without even looking in a mirror Fara knew she looked ridiculous. The thickness between her legs was extreme. She couldn’t close her legs together and any kind of walking from her would be a very obvious waddle. Not that it would matter because even her onesie wasn’t enough to cover the volume of her double diaper. It was swiftly removed and replaced with a crop top t-shirt, with a white pacifier already clipped to the collar. Fara’s ridiculously bulky babyish diaper was on display for the whole world to see. It wasn’t long before Sarah was dressed in similar attire, though her crop top did not have a pacifier on it.

The rest of the girls, sans Riley, couldn’t help but giggle as Fara and Sarah waddled out, ready for their long trip home. Everyone began piling into their respective cars, with Rachel of course taking extra time with her two heavily padded charges.

“And not that it matters much for you but I am locking your car seat buckle,” Rachel said as she got Fara comfortably situated into her car seat. “This will keep you safely in place until your mommy is ready for you to get out.” Of course Fara didn’t know that the car seat buckle always locked, but now Rachel didn’t have to hide that fact. Sarah pouted as she was similarly strapped into her own car seat. Even though she knew the secret to unlocking the buckle, she also knew better than to try. No doubt Mistress would replace the buckles when they got home so Sarah would no longer know the secret to unbuckling her own car seat.

Rachel smiled at her handy work when she was done. Her two subs both double diapered, helpless to their dom’s whims in their cute little car seats. It was a beautiful sight.

“Hey if you’re done strapping your babies in,” Tara shouted from her car, “We got ground to cover.”

“Sorry sorry,” Rachel apologized as she shut the door. “Lead on home,” She sang as she got into the driver’s seat of her own car.

The ride back was going much faster, as Sarah had predicted the day before, though not exactly for the reason she thought. The actual reason they weren’t stopping as much was because Fara wasn’t going to the bathroom as much, not that she would notice. They effectively had Fara urinary incontinent and accepting of it so Rachel and Sarah had been dialing back the diuretics and laxatives they had been putting in Fara’s diet. She was now going about as often as she was before, and could probably re-potty train herself if she wanted to, though she very clearly didn’t want to any more.

Rachel knew that the secret to long term time in one diaper was, paradoxically, to have them use the diaper as little as possible. Even if the boosters and extra diaper made the diaper feel and look comically thick, it only really gave her one, maybe two extra uses before there was a leak. To Fara and Sarah it would feel as if they had been going and going in their diapers all day with no hope of ever needing a change, despite the reality being different. That was a lot of what Rachel’s job as a mistress and mommy was, getting her charges to believe and feel different than what they actually are. She found it thrilling that she had that level of control over them.

Rachel watched as Fara and Sarah were talking about some game Sarah was playing on her phone. The car seats didn’t let them sit up much but Sarah was describing what was happening and Fara happened to know enough about the game to comment on it. She took the time to glance at their diapers in the rear view mirror. It was a good call to keep them out of pants. Despite being covered slightly by the straps of the car seat, Rachel could tell how wet they were. Sarah hadn’t gone yet, and Fara, true to her role as the baby, appeared to have gone at least once though there were only faint hints of yellow thanks to the extra layers. It had been 3 hours, if their current pace held out they would make it home before leaking became an issue.

“Echoes requesting a stop,” Tara chimed in over the walkie talkie interrupting Rachel’s musings.

“Fine with me, I’ll follow you down the next exit,” Rachel called back.

“You seem happy. Are you glad it’s not you this time?”

“Like it’s ever going to be us,” Rachel giggled as she glanced back at the two diapered girls in her back seat.

“That’s true I guess,” Tara snickered.

“The adults have to go use the big girl potty,” Rachel said to the back seat. “You babies are wearing your potty of course, so no reason to let you out of your car seats. You might get into trouble.” Rachel was laying it on a little thick but she could tell they were loving it just as much. Fara giggled and Sarah groaned as they pulled up to a gas station.

Patty quickly ran inside proving herself to be the culprit behind the stop. Sarah fidgeted in her car seat, the urge to go hitting her once Patty ran off. Rachel opened the door just in time to see Sarah give up and let the first of many wettings flood into her diaper.

“Someone’s fussy,” Rachel taunted. “Did you wet your diapee?” Sarah pouted and turned away while Fara giggled. “I know my little baby wet her diapee.” Rachel playfully teased.

“Mommy!” Fara giggled.

Riley stood by herself a few feet away. It was difficult to watch Rachel basically torture Fara, at least to her, and have her genuinely giggle along clearly enjoying it. The fact that Fara enjoyed this treatment was made absolutely clear to her, but was also made clear to her was the Fara needed to know that it was all based on a lie.

“You ok?” Annabelle asked as she walked up to Riley.

“I dunno,” Riley sighed. “She needs to know the truth about this.”

“And what’s that?”

“That it’s a lie. That Rachel set all this stuff up to get her here.”

“Yeah,” Annabelle said in disbelief.

“I know you don’t believe me.” Annabelle gave a sympathetic shrug.

“You do seem pretty passionate about it though. Hard to stop you when you get this way.”

“Let’s hope you’re right.”

“Well look. I know it feels like everyone has kinda turned their back ya over this. An even if I don’t believe ya, I’m here to help ya works through, whatever this is.”

“You mean it?”

“Yeah I guess,” Annabelle nervously grabbed her head. “Why do I got the feelin I just signed myself up for somethin’ crazy?”

“You may have, but I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Well if that ain’t the most ominous thing I ever heard. Whatever you got cookin up there might I suggest you wait until we’re back home to do it?”

Patty walked out of the gas station relieved and went over to Rachel who was still talking with the back door open.

“Wow you weren’t kidding,” patty said in amazement. “You really aren’t letting them out until we get home.”

“I do not make idle threats,” Rachel smirked. “Besides we don’t want them running, or rather waddling off on us.”

“I don’t really wanna go anywhere dressed like this anyways,” Sarah commented.

“Yes wouldn’t want anyone to see your big wet baby diapees would you. Well I want them to see, but you probably don’t.” Sarah pouted. Fara adjusted herself as much as she could.

“But what if I get stiff,” Fara grunted.

“You’ll be fine baby,” Rachel reassured. She had actually done research to make sure the trip wasn’t long enough to cause lasting harm to her charges. It was long enough for them to be uncomfortable, but that was the idea. “Your mommy knows what she’s doing. You just need to focus on wetting your diapee like a good girl.”

“I already did.”

“Baby you need to be extra wet before I change you out of these extra thick diapees.”

“But what if I …? You know.”

“If you make a poopy diaper?” Rachel said plainly. Fara glanced at patty who was still watching and blushed. “Say it dear or you won’t like the answer.”

“What if I go poopy in my diaper,” Fara blushed more and Patty cooed.

“Well you’re a baby, and babies are in messy diapers all the time. You should learn to get used to it.” Fara didn’t really like that answer but was too embarrassed to really fight back.

“I know I wouldn’t wanna be locked in a car with that smell,” Patty commented. “Much less be sitting in it.”

“Well we’ll just have to hope little baby Fara doesn’t make any messies. But if she does I’m sure I can manage.” Rachel smiled to Fara. She was confident Fara wouldn’t, not until late into the trip anyways. Annabelle whistled from the other car.

“Guess it’s time to hit the road again,” Patty said a little bummed.

“Don’t fret dear Patty, you can always come back and teas the babies at the next stop.” Rachel somehow managed to make Patty blush as she made her way back to her assigned vehicle. She was bringing her a game today for sure.

In the back seat Riley was already busily researching on her phone, and finding some rather interesting results. It seems the Wollingworth’s had something of an interesting history, and there was no doubt a ton of people who would be eager to investigate any of their shady activity. This little trip included. Riley managed to find a phone number before they got back on the interstate. Calling a stranger whose number you got on the internet was sketchy, but Riley was willing to try for Fara’s sake. It would have to wait until they returned home though. Riley could not help but feel some retaliation from Rachel was inevitable when they returned but she would do her best to make sure Fara knew the truth.