2011

CHAPTER FIFTEEN Kaleigh crawled after Vicky down the quiet hall, each movement making the thick diaper squish and shift between her legs in a way that felt both too intimate and too inescapable. She kept her eyes down, though she glanced up a few times to see Elliot dangling from Vicky’s manicured fingers. Her cheeks were still hot from naming him—still raw from the humiliating sweetness of it. She felt ridiculous. Like a baby playing dress-up. The yellow dress swayed softly around her hips, brushing against the bulk of the diaper she couldn’t ignore. She could still feel the faint, traitorous warmth of the suppositories deep inside her, her belly tight with a slow, mounting dread. Vicky’s voice was gentle in front of her, guiding her forward with soft, patient nudges. “You’re such a sweet little girl today,” she murmured, her voice bright and warm like the sun outside. “The Sheriff will be so proud of how brave you’re being.” Kaleigh didn’t answer. She didn’t trust her voice not to crack, not to betray how small she felt. She looked up at Elliot, the soft plush taunting her from a few feet away, the tiny button eyes staring back at her like he understood. Like he knew exactly what she was about to do. They reached the Sheriff’s office, the heavy door already propped open. Kaleigh hesitated on the threshold, her toes curling inside the soft booties, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t want to go in—didn’t want to face him like this, crawling in like a baby. Defeated and helpless. But Vicky’s hand was patting her on the thickly padded bottom, her soft voice cooing in her ear. “Come on, baby,” she whispered. “He’s waiting.” Kaleigh swallowed, her breath shaky. She crawled inside. The Sheriff was sitting at his big, wooden desk, the afternoon sun slanting through the window behind him. He looked up as they entered, his eyes calm and knowing as they swept over her. Over the yellow dress. Over the way she couldn’t help but shift her weight, the slow, desperate squirm of her hips. “Ah,” he said softly, his mouth curving in that slow, patient smile that made her stomach twist. “There’s my pretty little girl.” Kaleigh’s breath caught, her cheeks burning. She dropped her gaze to the floor, her fingers even more desperate for Elliot’s soft body. She didn’t want to be this man’s pretty little girl. She didn’t want to be any kind of girl to him. But her mouth stayed shut, the pacifier muffling every shaky little breath. Vicky guided her to the playpen in the corner of the room, the soft, padded walls already waiting for her. She helped Kaleigh step over the edge, her hands gentle but unyielding. “There you go, sweet girl,” she murmured. “You stay here and be good for the Sheriff, okay?” Kaleigh didn’t answer. She just sank down onto the soft mat, the thick diaper forcing her legs apart in a way that felt both humiliating and inevitable. She clutched Elliot to her chest, her breath coming in slow, shaky huffs. Vicky’s hand brushed her hair back, her smile soft and bright. “I’ll be back soon to check on you,” she said. “Be a good girl for him.” And then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her. The Sheriff didn’t say anything right away. He just watched her, his eyes calm and steady as he rolled a toothpick between his fingers. Kaleigh tried not to squirm under his gaze, but it was impossible—every tiny shift of her hips made the thick diaper crinkle, made her stomach twist with the humiliating, inevitable truth of what was about to happen. The Sheriff’s mouth curved into a faint smile. “How are you feeling, princess?” he asked, his voice low and mild. Kaleigh swallowed, her breath catching on the pacifier, and pressed Elliot closer to her chest, her eyes fixed on the soft mat beneath her. She squeezed Elliot tighter, the soft weight of the plush elephant a quiet comfort she didn’t want to admit she needed. She was just a grown woman in a thick diaper, sitting in a playpen like a baby, waiting for her body to humiliate her in front of the man she hated with the fire of a thousand suns. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o “You know what’s funny?” The Sheriff leaned back in his chair, his boots propped up on the edge of the desk like he owned the whole world. He had a toothpick between his teeth, rolling it back and forth with slow, idle precision like he was bored out of his mind. Or maybe just so calm that even boredom was a performance. Kaleigh couldn’t stop thinking about how the baby food in her stomach was curdling with every breath and how long she had until she would never be able to look herself in the mirror again.  “Vicky always acts like she’s so sweet.” his voice low and warm—like he was about to tell her some kind of bedtime story. “Like she’s just here to keep you clean and cuddled. But let me tell you—she loves her little dolls.” He tapped the edge of the desk with the toothpick, like he was keeping time to a song only he could hear. “She’s been like this since we first met. Always fussing over something. Couldn’t even have a dog without dressing it up in silly little outfits.”  His eyes flicked up to hers, calm and unhurried. “You should’ve seen the goddamn Yorkie. Poor thing.” Kaleigh swallowed hard, the pacifier muffling the tiny whimper that slipped out. The thought of Vicky putting bows on a dog’s ears made her stomach twist in a weird, nauseous laugh that got stuck in her throat. He went on like he hadn’t even noticed. “She likes her girls soft. Sweet. She likes them in pretty dresses with big eyes and quiet mouths.” He pulled the toothpick out of his mouth and rolled it between his fingers, his thumb flicking at it like he couldn’t stand to be still. “But discipline? Nah. She can’t handle that. Makes her cry just to think about it.” He leaned forward, his elbows settling on the edge of the desk. His voice dropped lower, soft and sure. “That’s where I come in.” Kaleigh shifted, the thick diaper crinkling between her thighs in a humiliating, powdery puff. “See, Vicky wants her little girls to be perfect,” he said, his tone almost… indulgent. “But perfect doesn’t happen on its own. Someone’s gotta… set the rules. Keep things in line.” He paused, and his mouth curved in a faint smile that made her stomach flip. “I’m good at that.” God. The worst part? He didn’t sound proud. He sounded like he was talking about patching a fence. Like discipline was just another chore he did because it had to be done. Like he was the handyman of Vicky’s creepy baby dream. Kaleigh shifted again, the thick diaper crinkling loudly, her breath catching in her throat as another wave of cramping rolled through her gut. Fuck. She could feel it building, slow and heavy. She tried to sit still, to pretend she wasn’t about to humiliate herself, but her body wouldn’t listen. The Sheriff watched her like he had all the time in the world. “You’re a fussy little thing,” he murmured, almost amused. “Squirming around like that. You don’t like it, huh?” Kaleigh’s cheeks burned hot. She wanted to snap at him—tell him to shut the fuck up and let her dignity die in peace—but the words wouldn’t come. She felt too small, too raw. The Sheriff let out a small sigh, leaning back again. “I don’t get off on this,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact, like he was clarifying something important. “Not the diapers. Not the bottles. That’s all Vicky’s candyland shit.” He twirled the toothpick again, his fingers nimble and listless.  “But power?” He leaned forward and smiled. “Now that’s something I understand.” Kaleigh’s head spun, her belly gurgling in a low, traitorous growl that made her wince. She hated how she could feel it—hated how her body was betraying her with every slow, humiliating squirm. The Sheriff tilted his head, his eyes calm and steady. “She doesn’t see it,” he said softly. “How much she needs me to be the heavy. To be the bad guy.” He smiled—just a twitch at the corner of his mouth. “And I like it. I like keeping order. I like… making sure her little world stays neat and tidy.” He said it like it was just… obvious. Like he was explaining gravity. Kaleigh shifted again, her thighs brushing together in a soft, humiliating crinkle. She could feel it now—how close she was to losing what little control she had left. Her mind was a mess of fear and confusion, her breath coming in shallow little pants around the pacifier. The Sheriff watched her for a moment, then set the toothpick down and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “You’re wondering what happens next,” he said, his tone soft and sure. “You’re wondering if Vicky’s the real monster here.” He paused, his gaze never leaving her face. “She’s not,” he said simply. Kaleigh leaned away from him, a tiny, horrified sound slipping out. “You’re sick,” she gasped around the pacifier, her voice thin and shaking. “You’re both fucking sick.” The Sheriff smiled with faint, patient amusement. “Maybe,” he said softly. “But we’re good at what we do. And you… you’re going to be a perfect little doll for her. Just like the rest.” o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o “Look at me, princess,” he said softly, his voice so mild it made her blood run cold. “I want to remember how sweet you looked today.” Kaleigh flinched, turning towards his voice. “No—” she started, but it was too late. The Sheriff lifted the camera, the small red light flickering to life. Kaleigh swallowed, clutching Elliot tighter, the soft plush an anchor she didn’t want to let go of. The camera clicked, a bright flash that seared her eyes and left her blinking, dazed and hollow. She felt her cheeks burn hot, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she tried to shrink into herself. But there was nowhere to go—no escape from the cold, quiet finality of that soft, mechanical snap. The Sheriff’s mouth twitched in a faint smile as he lowered the camera. “Perfect,” he murmured, his voice warm and soft. “A memory for the collection.” He let the Polaroid develop between his fingers, shaking it lightly with that same easy calm. Kaleigh couldn’t tear her eyes away from it—her own face staring back at her, wide-eyed and red-cheeked, the thick diaper cradling her hips, the sweet little yellow dress that barely covered her shame. He reached for the photo album on the desk, flipping it open like it was just a scrapbook of family vacations. The soft rustle of the pages made her shiver.  “You know,” he said, his voice calm, conversational—like they were just two old friends chatting over coffee while she squirmed in her thick diaper, her belly bubbling with that slow, sick pressure. “Vicky loves these little dolls of hers. The frilly dresses, the bows, the bedtime routines… all that sweet, motherly bullshit. It’s her art, you could say.” He flipped the page with a gentle little click. Kaleigh couldn’t see the photos from where she sat, but she didn’t need to. She could hear the smile in his voice. “She wants her girls to be sweet and soft and helpless—so she can feel like a saint, even while she’s wiping your ass and powdering your pretty little bottom.” He paused, his thumb resting on the edge of the page as he let his gaze drift over her—Kaleigh’s cheeks flushed, her breaths short and ragged around the pacifier as her gut gurgled ominously. “You know what I like best?” he asked, his tone light and conversational, like they were sharing coffee. “Watching the transformation. Who they were before… and who they are after.” His voice was so calm, so steady it made Kaleigh’s stomach twist even harder. Her whole body felt tight and hot, her breath coming in short, ragged puffs. The Sheriff leaned back in his chair again, like he had all the time in the world—like he was just waiting her out. He traced a picture with his finger—some girl with bright, hopeful eyes and a sweet smile. “Riley. She was a bartender,” he said, almost fond. “Had this smart mouth that wouldn’t quit. Thought she was too good to be here.” He flipped the page. “Emily. Kindergarten teacher. Sweet as sugar. She barely fought at all. Just melted the first time she wet that little diaper.” Kaleigh let out a soft, broken sound around the pacifier. “You’re sick,” she gasped, her voice thin and muffled. “You’re both… sick.” He smiled faintly, almost like he was amused by her tiny rebellion. “Oh, I know, princess,” he said. “But you know what? It doesn’t matter. Because this…” He gestured to her, to the playpen, to the soft, humiliating weight of the diaper around her hips. “This is what you’re here for.” He let out a soft hum, turning the page again. “Then there’s sweet little Carly,” he said softly, his finger tracing the curve of a bright, beaming face. “She was a barista. Used to smile at everyone, always so friendly. Vicky dressed her up in that same yellow dress and she melted right down. Didn’t even fight me the first time I had her bare bottom over my knee. Just sobbed like a baby.” He looked up at Kaleigh, his eyes bright and almost… amused. “Some girls are like that, you know? Just waiting for someone to tell them it’s okay to be small.” Kaleigh shuddered, a small, panicked whimper slipping past the pacifier as she tried to shift, to find some relief from the cramping heat in her gut. It was no use. The thick diaper forced her legs apart, the soft elastic of the yellow dress brushing against her trembling thighs. She felt every humiliating inch of it. Kaleigh let out a soft, desperate moan, her hips twitching against the seat. Her belly cramped hard, a hot pulse of pressure that made her thighs tremble and her face burn. “Stop…” she gasped, her voice muffled around the rubber bulb of the pacifier. “Please—stop—” Her stomach gave another sharp, traitorous gurgle. She whimpered, clutching Elliot tighter to her chest as an embarrassing little toot slipped out—sharp and soft, like a warning shot. Her whole body went rigid, her eyes going wide with horror. The Sheriff raised an eyebrow. “Aw… there it is,” he said softly, almost tender. “It’s starting, isn’t it, princess?” She tried—god, she tried—to hold on, to lock her muscles tight. But her belly gave another deep, rolling churn, the cramps twisting so hard she couldn’t breathe. A tiny, choked sob slipped out around the pacifier, her head shaking in small, desperate little jerks, but she felt it again—a tiny, traitorous push, the smallest escape of air that made her cheeks burn with shame. The Sheriff’s eyes flicked back to the album, his thumb tracing the edge of a photo. “I think what I like best,” he said softly, his voice calm and patient like he was explaining the weather, “is that moment when they realize there’s no coming back.You know what I mean, sweetheart?” His eyes lifted, meeting hers with a faint, knowing smile. “When you realize that you’ll never be the same after this.” He didn’t move. Just watched her, calm and steady, his fingers idly flipping through the photos like he had nowhere else to be. “You’re wondering if it’ll be quick,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “It won’t.” He leaned forward across his desk, drawing her gaze back up to his cold, dark eyes. “It never is, the first time.” Kaleigh let out another helpless little grunt, her hips squirming in the soft mat of the playpen. She could feel it there—heavy and hot, pressing down inside her with every slow, humiliating squirm. She tried to hold it in, tried to clench every muscle she had left, but her body didn’t care. Another small, wet squelch slipped out, the first little betrayal of her dignity. She froze, her eyes wide and horrified, her face flushed so hot she thought she might burst. “Ah,” the Sheriff said, his tone light, almost bored. “Sounds like Vicky’s little helpers are doing their job.” Kaleigh squeezed her eyes shut, a soft, miserable sound catching in her throat. She wanted to tell him to shut up, to stop staring at her, but she couldn’t even breathe right now. The cramps rolled through her gut in slow, heavy waves, her breath coming in short, desperate huffs. Then another tiny, humiliating toot slipped out—wet and hot and so, so real. She gasped, her eyes snapping open as she went stiff, her whole body locking up in a silent, horrified panic. Oh my god. Oh my god. She froze, her muscles tight and aching, her mind screaming at her to not move a muscle. If she could just hold still—just breathe through it—maybe she could hold it back. Maybe she could still hold on to some tiny scrap of dignity. The Sheriff watched her, his eyes calm and patient as he reached for the toothpick again. He rolled it between his fingers, slow and deliberate. “You’re trying so hard, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and almost… impressed. “Trying to be a big girl, even now.” Kaleigh let out a tiny, broken whimper, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She felt the first hot, wet bubble slip out, just a tiny bit, and she froze—her whole body stiffening in the seat as her eyes went wide with horror. “No,” she breathed, her voice small and shaking. “No—please—” The Sheriff’s lips curved faintly, his voice low and patient. “There it is,” he said softly. “There’s my brave little girl… trying so hard to stay clean.” His thumb brushed the edge of the album, his eyes never leaving hers. “But you can’t, can you? It’s too much. You’re going to let go, and you know it.” Kaleigh’s gut twisted again, another sharp cramp rolling through her. She let out a low, broken moan, her mittened hands pawing helplessly at the soft skirt of her dress, her whole body trembling. She could feel it there—hot and heavy and so, so close. He just watched her, his calm gaze steady and unbothered, like he was watching the sun rise. “God, I love this part,” he said softly, almost dreamily. “The little squeaks. The last bits of pride… and then… the surrender.” She let out a soft, shuddering moan, her body trembling as her gut cramped again, sharper this time. The Sheriff’s eyes didn’t leave her face. “Go ahead,” he said softly, almost like he was soothing her. “It’s time.” Kaleigh whimpered, her fingers digging into Elliot’s soft body. And then—with a soft, shuddering whimper, she let go. The mess pushed out of her in slow humiliating pulses, hot and thick and utterly humiliating. She let out a sharp, muffled cry, her whole body shuddering as the diaper filled in slow, horrible waves. She felt it—every soft, squelching inch of it, the way it spread and hugged her skin and made her feel so indescribably small. The smell hit her nose a second later, sharp and awful, and she let out a choked sob, her cheeks flushed so red they felt like they were on fire. The Sheriff tilted his head, his mouth curving into a faint, amused smile. “That’s it, baby girl,” he said softly. “There’s no coming back from that, is there?” He flipped another page as she finished, his fingers pausing on a photo she couldn’t see. Kaleigh hid her face against Elliot’s soft fur, her breath coming in hot, shuddering little gasps. She didn’t want to look up, didn’t want to see the patient, smug smile on the bastard’s face. She just wanted to disappear—to sink into the soft mat and never be seen again but the Sheriff watched her, his expression calm and almost kind. “There it is,” he murmured. “That’s the sweet part. Watching you realize how little you really are.” Kaleigh clutched Elliot tighter, her breath still ragged and hot in her chest. The Sheriff stood slowly, the big chair creaking under his weight as he rose to his full height. He looked even bigger from down here—towering and broad, the quiet force of him filling every inch of the room. He slipped the toothpick back between his teeth, rolling it with an easy, absent flick. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft and steady as he sat back in his chair. “You’re mine now, princess. There’s no coming back from that.” Kaleigh’s breath hitched, a soft, broken whimper slipping past the pacifier. She shifted on the mat, the thick, messy diaper squishing wetly beneath her. She felt so small—so tiny and insignificant as he loomed above her, calm and sure in a way that made her stomach twist. The Sheriff stood and started to pace, slow and deliberate. Each step echoed softly on the wooden floor, a quiet rhythm that felt impossibly loud in the silence of the room. He moved with an easy confidence, his boots heavy and sure. He paused near the window, the soft light catching on the curve of his jaw. “Vicky used to be mouthy too.,” he said, his tone conversational—almost gentle. “Defiant. Fought me for years. But this town… it cuts right to the heart of you.” He glanced back at her, his eyes calm and knowing. “It lets people be who they really are.” Kaleigh let out a soft, choked breath. She could feel her cheeks burning hot, the shame of it so thick she thought she might drown in it. She pressed Elliot tighter to her chest, the soft plush the only thing that felt real or safe. The Sheriff’s mouth twitched in a faint smile. “You’re figuring that out, aren’t you, princess?” he murmured. “Figuring out that there’s no fighting it. No pretending. Not here.” He started pacing again, the quiet scrape of his boots filling the air. Kaleigh’s eyes tracked him helplessly, her breath coming in slow, shaky pants as she felt how small she was—how powerless she was—sitting there in her messy diaper while he moved like he owned the world. He paused, his eyes sweeping over her one last time—calm and satisfied. “This is who you are now, princess,” he said softly, his voice almost tender, though his eyes twinkled with the devil’s fire. “And there’s no going back.” ------------------------------ The Sweet Hollow series is a psychological thriller mystery. 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I really wasn’t expecting a happy ending to this story with how messy it got towards the end, but I was pleasantly surprised to see everyone got a bit of happiness (especially Lucy). Thank you for sharing your story. 🩷