Cloth Diapers & Panties

131. Fieldwork “You coming?” Brock asked. Isadora looked up, puzzled for a moment. She’d been so deep in intelligence reports that she hadn’t been paying attention. But now she saw that her partner was pulling his boots on. Despite spending a couple of days going over every scrap of intelligence they had collected, from audio recordings to surveillance feeds, they hadn’t been able to find anything new. She’d expected Brock to be out checking possible locations; but apparently he’d already whittled the suspects down to a list that was impossible to check more closely without tipping their hand. The few contacts they could trust at the Agency had nothing to add, either. At least not without revealing more of what they were looking for. Right now, Isadora was watching camera footage from the Arrencani house, in the hope that Roman would let something slip for once. Her fists clenched under the table as she saw Selma fall to the ground; her resolve to deal with Roman was increased, but that didn’t give them any real, useful intelligence. But if Brock was going out, maybe he had a new lead. And just maybe, going somewhere and doing something would burn off some of the impotent rage that was currently tempting her to stride down to the big house and shoot the head of security. “Did you find it?” she asked, and immediately wished she could do a better job of hiding the desperation in her voice. “Just something I thought I should show you,” he answered cryptically. “It’s up to you, though. If you’d rather keep playing your computer games.” Isadora paused for a long second. He had to know that she was scouring intel reports from other groups yet again, in the hope of seeing anything that might be tangentially related to their case. Was he staying in-character because they weren’t sealed away in the nursery, and could potentially be overheard? Or did he want to keep the childish language up for the sake of easing her stress by any tiny fraction? She didn’t know, but either way the answer was the same. “Give me a minute,” she said. “I’ve not found anything here. Some fresh air and a break would be good for me.” She returned the laptop to the toy chest, and then hurried up to the master bedroom. She was dressed casually for home, but a quick glance at herself in the mirror told her she wouldn’t need to get changed properly. Not just for walking around the neighbourhood. She straightened her jeans and selected a belt made from a braid of string in all the colours of the rainbow. Just so that she could put a phone pouch on her waist without her trousers falling down. And she grabbed a small bag to hold any other essentials she might need, but mostly just for the sake of looking normal. Stella never went out without a bag, after all. Two minutes later they were out of the door, and she followed Brock down Tennyson Avenue and around two corners, before they turned into one of the little parks that dotted Evergreen Estates. Isadora glanced around, but it seemed that there wasn’t anyone else out jogging or sunbathing at this time in the afternoon. Although it was reasonably bright today, it clearly wasn’t summer now, so people weren’t quite so keen to experience the great outdoors. “Are we having a picnic?” she joked, and Brock gave a little chuckle but didn’t say anything before he finished crossing the green of the playing field and walked between the trees. The canopy closed over them sooner than Isadora had expected, and in just a few steps they could have been in the middle of the woods. Evergreen Estates was pretty quiet, so it didn’t take so much noise to filter out the sounds of neighbours’ cars. Brock was already striding ahead, a bag bouncing against his legs as he walked. She hadn’t thought to ask what he was bringing; and if she didn’t know why they were here, she was unlikely to have any useful input. She pushed herself a little harder to catch up, and then he stopped suddenly and rested his hand against a larger tree. “Is this…” Isadora gasped, not waiting until she’d caught her breath before asking. “Are we still in the park, or is this the…” She tried again, trying to visualise the map of the neighbourhood; with all the strips of greenery on the aerial view, and the somewhat blurred boundary between gated community, farmland, and the Yaxley Club’s grounds. A whole maze of secret paths; even a few hidden bridges under the roads where you could walk alongside the brooks and streams which carried water to the various parks. She knew Brock had explored the hidden paths in some depth, but she only knew one route to the Yaxley Club so far, and she was sure it was behind them now. “No, we’re going the wrong direction for the club, aren’t we? Is this the way to…” '…to Roman’s secret warehouse?' She didn’t finish the question because she heard the faint whisper of undergrowth against boots, and she knew they weren’t alone. “Look here,” another voice called out, and she turned to see Victor walking between the trees, pointing to a little cluster of vibrant purple flowers beside the path. “These ones look really pretty, they might–” and then he turned suddenly, cutting himself off. “Oh, hi Bernard! Out gathering a posy of wildflowers?” “Just making the most of the good weather before it’s gone,” Brock answered casually, and Isadora saw that his demeanour had changed to a protective, paternal vibe the instant someone else was in sight. She wasn’t too surprised to see Nina hurry up behind Victor, waving cheerfully in a pink and white summer dress that was already decorated with various flowers threaded through its lacy edges. For a moment Isadora’s instincts were on edge. Victor was lying; she could see it in the way he moved, and in how he paused to think just a second longer than normal before speaking. All the instincts she had honed through her fieldwork classes were screaming now. But she told herself that Victor certainly wasn’t involved with the crime family. Had he been doing things in the park which needed a little more privacy, and now he was too embarrassed to admit that? Or… her second guess snapped into place, and she knew it was probably right. This was a surprise meant for her; they hadn’t been heading out of Evergreen Estates at all, but towards one of the other parks. Perhaps Brock thought she could use some time playing in the woods like a child, and had organised a surprise playdate before the final stage of their investigation became all serious, all the time. If she’d known that, she might have worn something more appropriate for crawling around in the undergrowth and making… daisy chains? What was it young children even did in the woods? She didn’t know, but she was sure it would be fun to find out. “Hiya!” she said, putting on her most cheerful, childish grin as she waved. “Look who it is!” Brock said in mock surprise, quickly taking her hand. “Can you see? It’s Victor and baby Nina. Do you want to have a picnic with Nina, Babygirl?” Isadora gasped, and froze in place. It wasn’t just the sing-song tone, like a parent unsure if his child would understand. It wasn’t just the trigger word, and all the memories it brought flooding back. It was both together, making her feel so small and helpless. And it was easy to remember the feeling of desperation, her legs squeezing together involuntarily as she struggled to hold back the flood that would carry her all the way back to babyhood. She was squirming on the spot already; she tried to fight it, told herself that she couldn’t let this happen in front of her friend, and that none of these feelings were real. But she couldn’t make herself believe it. “Ohhhh,” Nina said with a smile, unveiling what might have been a hidden dominant streak. “Stella’s time to make tinkles? Can I be the babysitter this time, when she’s too little to hold it?” “Can you hold it any longer?” Victor asked, and his head darted to Nina’s ear for a second. There was no hesitation, no squirming and dancing on the spot. Nina’s eyes went wide and focused somewhere in the middle distance, and Victor lifted her skirt a little to reveal a dark patch already spreading on the shorts beneath. Pee splashed over her sandals, and every ounce of maturity quickly vanished from her posture. Stella looked at her friend helplessly peeing, and she could already imagine how the girl felt. It was such an intense experience, losing control even for a moment. The bliss of knowing she was doing what Daddy wanted, coupled with the warmth of the stream of pee soaking into her jeans, all the way down the inside of her legs. There was nothing else like it. Stella glanced down for a moment, and realised that she was wet. She couldn’t just imagine how it made Nina feel without doing it herself; but that was okay. She was baby Stella, she didn’t need to be a big girl for now, so she could just relax and let the grown-ups take care of everything. “Daddy can I show Stelly my flowers?” Nina was the first to speak, thrusting a clumsy handful of flowers in the direction of Victor. Stella immediately craned forward to look, eyes wide with excitement as she saw all the different colours. The embarrassment about her wet pants washed away in an instant, now there was something new for her to see. “I think she’s already looking,” Victor said. “But maybe these two little ones might need a change before we do anything else.” “Awww,” Stella said, and pouted. She wasn’t really sure what the grown-ups were talking about, but she wanted to pick flowers now, and she thought maybe Vic didn’t want her to. “We could let them choose?” Daddy suggested. “It’s a warm day, for this late in the year, and it doesn’t seem to be bothering either of them. What do you think, Stella? Would you like to pick flowers for a couple of minutes before we get you in a nice, comfy diaper? Only a couple of minutes, though.” Stella thought hard about the words, but she didn’t need to know what they meant. She just leaned forward and started picking. The purple ones came first, because Vic had said they were pretty, and she wanted to show him that she was clever enough to understand. The stems were tougher than she expected. The first one came away with its roots and a clump of dirt still attached, and she held it up to show Daddy anyway, very proud. “That’s a whole plant, sweetheart,” Daddy said. “You're meant to leave the roots in the ground so it can grow again.” "Ohhh." Stella looked at the dirt. Then she tried to push the flower back into the hole it came from, but her fist didn’t quite fit in the little hole. She patted it down with both hands, pushing any thoughts about why she couldn’t see purple bits now to the back of her mind until she was big enough to think more. Nina was laughing so much she had to sit down in the grass. "No, look, like this." Nina showed her, pinching right at the bottom of a stem with her fingernail. Her sandals made a little squelching noise when she knelt, and she giggled at that too. "Snip.” "Snip," Stella agreed, and snipped off a little clump of yellow flowers. This time there was no soil sticking up, but the one she had planted again still had soil sticking out where the purple bits used to be. Should she pick it again? That thought was too complicated to stay in her head for long, so she started snipping again, and again, until she had a whole bunch of flowers sticking out from her clenched hand in all directions. They were mostly purple, but there were some yellow ones that had been hiding under a bush too, and one white fluffy one, which she wasn't sure counted as a flower, but it was too soft not to keep. “They’re certainly enjoying themselves,” Victor said, after a little while. “You wouldn’t know they both just had little accidents.” “Unless you looked at their clothes,” Brock answered with a shrug. The girls didn’t react, already so lost in their own games that they didn’t have concentration to spare for grown-up words. “But accidents happen. Especially when they’re so excited to see their friends.” “We’ll have to change them soon, though,” Victor said, while he leaned back against a tree and admired the view in front of him. Two girls, completely helpless. “Don’t want our babies getting a rash.” “I’m not a baby!” Nina answered, with a pout. “Aren’t you?” Victor asked. “Who just had an accident in her undies?” “Stelly. And… I only did cause you made me. That’s not my fault.” “That’s why we call it an accident,” Brock pointed out. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Nina couldn’t stop blushing as she went back to making the perfect bunch of flowers. The conversation had brought back some of Stella’s thoughts as well; the awareness that she should probably have been embarrassed by wetting herself. But Daddy was so kind, she knew he would never say anything mean to her. He was giving her what she wanted now, so there was nothing wrong in the world. She could only think about how lucky she was, or even better, not think at all. Somewhere underneath being embarrassed there was a warm, fizzy sort of feeling. It liked everyone looking at her and knowing, and liked that nobody minded. She didn't know what to do with that feeling, so she gave Daddy a flower instead. Nina had found a daisy. She was trying to make a hole in the stem with her thumbnail, and not getting very far. She held it out to Stella like it was a very serious problem. Stella didn't know how to do it either, but she pressed her thumbnail in next to Nina's. Between them they squashed the stem flat, and that seemed to count, because Nina threaded a second daisy through it and declared it a necklace. "It's for your belt," Nina decided, and tried to tie it on to the rainbow string round Stella's middle. "Cos yours is pretty. It's lots of colours." "It’s all the colours," Stella agreed, delighted that someone had noticed. "That's a couple of minutes," Victor said, and it sounded like it had been much less than that. "Come on, you two. Time to get dry." Nina made a sad noise, and Stella made one too, because it seemed like the right thing to do. But Daddy was already beckoning them towards a different path between the trees, and whatever mysteries it might hold. That was even more exciting than a new colour of flowers, right now. “Is there somewhere private down here?” Vic asked, while the girls barely took in the tone of the words. “Something tells me Stella might not be ready yet for a change in the woods, when any of our neighbours might be passing.” “Nobody can see us here,” Brock said, pointing to spaces between the trees where, if you looked closely, you might realise the undergrowth was actually camouflaging a vertical wall or fence. “We’re between the backs of Longfellow Close and Hayes Crescent. You wouldn’t get here unless you knew this space was here.” “You must spend more time staring at the maps than I do,” Victor said. “I didn’t even know you could get between the parks without leaving through the gates. So should we do it on the grass, like real babies?” He started unzipping a bag that was slung over his shoulder, and something soft and white with lavender accents became visible through the gap. “It’s not on the maps,” Brock shrugged again. “The ones in the brochure, anyway. They show two streets of houses backing onto each other, no hint that there’s a ten-yard-wide strip of greenery between the two back fences. But if you follow the animal trails, you find places like this. And as much as I think this would appeal to the exhibitionist streak you’ve been trying to cultivate in your little one, I think that we should head to the old cricket field off the Shelley Crescent park.” “Cricket?” Victor said, this time showing enough surprise that the girls turned to look for a brief moment. “You can’t tell me we’ve got a cricket field here.” “No. There was one in the original plans for the neighbourhood, but nobody used it, so they cut a little bit off the park and turned it into three more houses. Where Leonard and Percy live. But between those houses, part of the old pavillion is still there. It would have cost more to demolish it, so there’s a little vacant nook that you can only find by wading through the undergrowth from one of the parks, with a couple of restrooms still usable. For some things, it’s nice having facilities that nobody else knows about.” The building was already coming into view, and it was smaller than the word pavillion promised. A little hut with whitewashed walls, the paint flaking away in places to show the brick underneath. On three sides those walls faced trellises only a few paces away. Honeysuckle, mixed with Virginia creeper already turning red at the edges, was the dominant plant in a wall of leaves that had already won the war against order, and presumably concealed this place from well-manicured lawns and shrubberies on the other side. A shallow veranda ran along the front, facing the only side that wasn't hidden, where someone had once expected spectators to sit and watch a game that nobody ever came to play. There was a gap in the roof tiles where a clock or a weathervane might have been, and underneath it a single door, painted green, with a steel push-plate that was the only thing in sight that looked nearly new.

I woke up this morning in this lovely warm and soggy “Little Fliers” nappy. I absolutely love cute rabbit designs on nappies.

Thx for the update. I'm sti on chapter 72, but I will catch up sooner or later. 

A series of bad decisions in life. So more or less working to forgive my old bad character. I guess you can say if I feel bad that I must have changed, I say it is still a work in progress. Better than being ignorant of it at least.

Hey Lil Jessika. I am not too far away from London. I am sort of an older little or a ‘middle’ I do have several facets and playing Daddy can be one. Hope you enjoy being part of this community and making some good friends.