Baby Talk

even my screen reading software ran out of breath reading that.

for those of us who wear diapers to bed, it's an extra hour of wearing so that's a plus.

Were you able to find it with the name? Like I said, it has been lost to me. 

Back today with Chapters 15 and 16! Happy *checks notes* All Saints Day!    “I’m very….VERY upset with you…”     The aura around Strawberry suddenly intensified, covering more of the playroom. Toys flew through the air and furniture started rattling around, including the table they’d just been using for the tea part. Pink’s hat flew off entirely and her hair whipped around wildly from the force, including her bangs, revealing a large pair of pink eyes that were focused right on Charlie and Alma. “You hit me…nobody hits me. And NOBODY. TAKES AWAY. MY FAVORITE DOLLY.”   “Ah, geez.” Alma brought her fists up. Right about now, she really wished she had her bat. “We got a boss fight to do before we can go, huh?” Charlie swallowed.   “Looks that way,” she said, holding up her stun baton. “Whaddaya think? I draw aggro, you go for the hit?” Alma looked at her. She let out a breath.   “Your call, partner,” she said.   “Heheheh.” Charlie grinned big. “Heck yeah. Alright!” And both girls slid into a ready stance. “Let’s go!”   “I’m not gonna forgive you…” Strawberry said. “I’m going to use. My strongest. My worst power. I’m going to use my ultimate move right away…!” She said, raising a finger up and pointing at them.             And then her lower lib wibbled.   And then she blinked her eyes a few times.   And then her voice cracked as she let out a noise.   And then the dark pink aura was completely gone, and the room was back to normal, as Strawberry grabbed Zoe around the waist.   “ZOOOOEEEE, DON’T GOOOOOOOO!” Strawberry cried, kicking her legs out as she hung off of the girl, arms wrapped around her. Both Charlie and Alma turned their heads to look. Then they looked at each other. They they looked at the two of them again.   “I…” Zoe looked down at the kicking, bawling, sobbing Strawberry for a for a seconds. Then, she raised her hands up and wrapped them back around Strawberry, and before she knew it, she was crying too.   Both Charlie and Alma leaned backwards, eyebrows way up, yet still creased in an unmistakable expression of distaste.   “I - I think I have to, Strawberrry - hic - I don’t think I have a choice!” Zoe managed to get out.   “No, please, you can just stay here!” Strawberry insisted. “You don’t have to be a dolly anymore, you can just be a girl, we’ll just be friends! Regular friends! I won’t make you do anything you don’t want, I promise! Unless you want me to make you do stuff you don’t want to do, then I can do it…!”   “L-listen, Strawberry,” Zoe said. “I think. I think I was using this place as an excuse to not grow up. ‘Cause I was scared I wouldn’t be any good at it, but.” She looked over at Charlie. Charlie briefly stopped looking utterly befuddled to give Zoe a supportive smile and a nod (Alma still looked befuddled and kinda pissed). “I don’t think I can do that anymore?”   “I’ll…I’ll be lonely if you leave, though,” Strawberry said in a pathetic little whimper. All of her armor was fully gone and her emotions were just spilling out for everyone to see.   “Well, what is there saying you can’t visit me?” Zoe asked. “My apartment’s only a mile and a half away!” She rubbed her cheek and grimaced. “If. I still even have that — y’know what, there’s other buildings close by too, it’ll be fine!”   “But I.” Strawberry blinked a couple times. “I’d have to leave the daycare for that.” She said, anxiety and fear seeping into her voice. “That’s too scary!”   “Yeah. Yeah, it kinda is. It kinda…really is.,” Zoe said, letting out a breath. “But I think maybe. The things that are scary are the ones that are probably the most worth doing.” Strawberry didn’t look like she had a good answer for that.   “So.” She sniffed. “You’re really leaving, then,” she said, the shock starting to give way to the reality of the situation and moreover, the fact that she couldn’t control it. Zoe sniffed too.   “Yeah.” She nodded. “Yeah. I have to.” Strawberry stared into Zoe’s eyes for a minute and, unsurprisingly, started crying again. She wrapped her arms around Zoe tighter. Zoe returned the hug, her own tears starting to fall again, too. Charlie and Alma watched the scene unfold, neither one sure what to do next until they hard a noise coming from above. It sounded like. Clapping.   “That was very impressive. From all of you.”   Ida floated down into the playroom from the ceiling, slowly clapping her hands together. She had a pleased expression on her face. One that was quickly replaced with surprise as Strawberry flew into her chest like a missile.   “Idaaaaaaaaaaaa!” The pink ghost whined as she wrapped her arms around her nanny.   “Oh, oh, there, there, my little Sweetie-berry. Shhh.” Ida immediately went to comforting her, wrapping an arm around the ghost girl. “I know. I know. It’s okay, let it out. Just let it all out, baby, nana’s here.” She spent a few minutes doing that and to, her credit, Strawberry was still crying, but she did start calming down. Once Ida felt that was at least momentarily handled, she floated over in Zoe’s direction   “Zoe. Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” She asked, a slightly wistful smile on her face. Zoe looked like she could use a hug too, but for the moment, she stood her ground.   “Ida,” she said. “Um. Thank you. For watching over me and taking care of me the last year, but. I think it’s time for me to go. So if you have any more tests for me. I think I’m ready to take them.” Zoe honestly wasn’t entirely sure how she’d do at a potty training test at this point, she’d been in diapers for a while, but. She knew that she couldn’t let that kind of fear hold her back anymore, either.   Ida looked her in the eye for a moment, raised her free hand up…   “You pass.”   And booped her on the nose.   “You’ve graduated from Nana’s daycare. Congratulations, Zoe.” It was now Zoe’s turn for her lips to wibble and for her eyes to get all big and wet. Ida nodded to her and opened up her other arm. Zoe dove right into it, taking that hug. “I’m very proud of you, Zoe,” Ida whispered down to her. “And I agree with everything you said. I’ll set up some playdates for the two of you later on, if you want.” At that, Strawberry stopped crying and looked up.   “Can Zoe come visit us here?” The ghost girl asked. Zoe blinked, her brows knitting slightly.   “Um. If I do visit here, will you promise to not try and enroll me or turn me into a doll again?” She asked. Ida looked at Strawberry. Strawberry looked around for a few seconds, looking for a way out of answering that question. When one didn’t come, she went back to crying and burying her head in Ida’s shoulder. Ida just chuckled and hugged both girls a little closer.   “Charlie. I gotta admit. I’m havin’ trouble keepin’ up with this,” Alma said.   “Uh, well. I thhiiiiiink? I’ve got it all pretty straight,” Charlie said with a bit of a questioning lilt. “Hit me.”   “Okay. So. When she betrayed us and got us both caught, I thought Zoe was just like, in league with the ghosts. She was on their team, she wanted the same thing they wanted. But then when I woke up and you told me we had to get the doll away from the pink one, I thought okay, I guess Zoe is trapped here against her will, but, she’s deciding to fight back, so, we’re gonna help her.” Alma scratched her head. “But now they’re like. Cryin’ and huggin’? Like. I dunno how to feel about this. Was Zoe stuck here against her will by ghosts that wanted to make her and us baby dolls forever or wasn’t she?!”   “Aaahhhhehhhhh???” Charlie waggled her hand a couple times. “I think there’s a bit more texture to it than that.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t think Ida, at least, was ever really playing for keeps. I think she was just. Trying to help give the people she’s responsible for something to do. Something that’ll make ‘em happy. Y’know?”   Alma let out a long breath through her nose. She stared at Ida for a long moment. There was something she wanted to do. She bit down on her lip and stopped herself from doing it.   Maybe some other time.   “I guess it’s tough to make the days go by when you’re a ghost stuck in an abandoned daycare,” she admitted. “But they could’ve just gotten iPads and gotten into Minecraft or Fortnite or Pokemon cards or something instead of brainwashing me.” Charlie laughed.   “Yeah. That’s definitely a good point. But hey, it made for some good witching experience, right?” She asked.   “I’m not ready to commit to that,” Alma said, her arms crossed. Charlie giggled some more.   While they spoke, the crying and hugging appeared to have finished up for the moment, so with her arms empty now, Ida approached the two of them.   “Congratulations, you two. You won the game after all. I’m very impressed.” The cutesy patronizing nanny wasn’t present in Ida’s demeanor. She was just speaking to them like adults.   “Heh! You counted us out!” Charlie grinned and pointed at Ida. “But we had it in the bag the whole time!”   “Mmn. Around the time you were in the high chair, I figured Zoe was your only way out.” Ida rubbed her chin a couple times. “But I admit. I didn’t think you would figure that out in time. I thought you had given up on her.”   “Hehehehe!” It would’ve been hard for Charlie’s smile to get bigger. “A Sweets Hunter always finds the unseen angle to get the gold! And they always see the best and sweetest part of a person, too!” Ida chuckled into her hand. Alma rolled her eyes, but smirked a little too.   “You two are very impressive,” Ida said. “In particular, Alma, you are already becoming quite the fearsome witch.” Alma crossed her arms and looked away, a faint trace of red appearing on her cheeks at the compliment. “I’d be very worried about going up against you when you weren’t still 70 or 80% hypnotized.”   “Hrmph,” Alma grumbled. She was pretty sure Alma was overshooting that number a bit and she was pretty sure that even if she was 0% hypnotized, in a straight-up fight, she’d lose to Ida. But the nanny saying it to her made her wonder, just a bit. “Yeah, well. You better just be glad it never came to that.” Alma expected another dignified giggle. Instead, Ida leaned right in through all her bluster and got close to her face.   “It’s just a shame we didn’t get to have more bouncy time, isn’t it?”   Charlie tilted her head, not even hearing what Ida had said. Alma’s face turned bright red and she aggressively shooed Ida away.   “Licorice…?” “Yeah, Mint…?” “How did this happen?”   Licorice and Mint were laying on their backs, staring up at the ceiling. Choco had at this point joined Lemon in putting in a pacifier and not saying anything. They were curled up like cats on the ground a short distance away, leaving the red and green ghost girls to ruminate on their failure.   “We were right there. We were at the finish line,” Licorice muttered. “Then we messed it up.”   “Was it when we started arguing with ‘Berry and took her doll?” Mint asked. “She was trying to keep the doll a secret from Charlie, then later Charlie knew about the doll and how to get it. So maybe we shoulda just listened to her?”   “No, that’s not it,” Licorice said. “’Berry was just doing that so that if we did lose, she would get to keep Zoe. They were already escaped and Alma was unhypnotized before they got the doll, so we had already lost. That’s just why ‘Berry lost too, not us.”   “Yeah, good point…” Mint muttered. Licorice blinked a couple times.   “It was the ginger,” she said. “Charlie had the ginger that unhypnotized Alma on her. Zoe grabbed it off of her and put it on one of Alma’s sweets. Charlie was just stuck in the high chair before that, she didn’t have any way of escaping on her own. If we’d just sent Charlie straight to the bedroom, she would’ve been wrapped up in a crib when the tea party was happening and Zoe would’ve never had a chance to free Alma. It all would’ve gone off without a hitch.”   “…dude.” Mint looked at Licorice. “It goes way further than that. We didn’t even need to do a tea party. We could’ve fed Alma a single bottle, put both her and Charlie in cribs, then done the tea party after they were both enrolled. It just wasted a buncha time.”   Licorice looked at Mint. Then they both went back to looking at the ceiling.   “Oh, man. We threw.” “Yeah, we suck.”   They both sighed. Licorice took out a red pacifier, Mint took out a green. They shared one more look, put their pacifiers in each other’s mouths and stared back up at the ceiling, sucking quietly.   A short time later, Zoe had said all of her goodbyes, including to the four at this point non-verbal ghost girls (who also got their share of comfort and kisses from Ida) and it seemed like there wasn’t much else to do, when something occurred to Zoe.   “Hey, Charlie,” she said. “Is it okay that you never got to make that sweet you were looking for?” Charlie sighed and put her hands behind her head, a disappointed grimace tugging at her lips.   “I had to use the ectoplasm I found to make the Forget-Me-Knot spice, I don’t have any more.” She waved a hand. “Besides, I think we’ve stuck around long enough as is. I’ll just have to find another source for the Treat Truffle. That’s the life of a Sweets Hunter!”   Ida chuckled and held up something that Charlie hadn’t expected to see again - her notebook, flipped open to the page on the Treat Truffle.   “I found this in the dresser,” she said. “You know, I think you three have earned a prize. You did win the game, after all. If you’d be willing to stay a bit longer, I’ll make the sweet for you, myself.” Charlie’s face was immediately lit up, while Alma glowered at Ida in suspicion.   “How much of a bit longer, Ida?” The witch asked. Ida chuckled somewhat nervously and made a ‘calm down’ gesture with her hands.   “It’s okay, Alma. You won the game, I promise.” She looked around. “Girls, can you all promise Alma that you won’t try anything else if our guests stay a bit to enjoy a bit of dessert?”   The only response was a gaggle of murmuring.   “Words, girls. Use your words. Then you can go back to paci-time.”   Several popping noises followed.   “We promiiiiiiiiiiiiise,” came the very unenthusiastic unified answer, followed immediately by another series of popping noises.   “They’re a little bit tuckered out,” Ida said in a hushed tone to the three human girls. “But I think they’ll be good for the rest of the night.”   “If they weren’t ghosts, I’d be thinking we should check to make sure they’re still alive,” Alma muttered, poking a currently-sprawled-out-on-the-floor Choco with her foot to see if she moved. In response she got no movement and a single displeased nose. “Whatever, fine, my stomach is already way too full of tea and sweets, but fine. We can have the truffles, in our regular clothes, with no diapers,” she said, waving a finger in Ida’s face.   “Of course,” Ida said coolly. She reached into her apron and pulled out everything Charlie and Ida had lost over the course of the night, neatly folded and arranged for them. Alma immediately snatched all of her stuff (starting with her bat).   “Yeah, alright, fine, we’ll stay,” she grumbled. “I’m gonna go change.” Alma walked off into a room, not particularly caring what it was, just that it had a door. Before she could close the door, Ida leaned into her space again.   “Alma, if that’s the last diaper you’re going to ever wear, is there anything you’d like to do with it first?” She asked. Alma’s eyes got big, her face turned bright red and she slammed the door in Ida’s face, much to her amusement. “Ohohohoho!”   “Uhhhh. Whas’ that about?” Charlie asked. She looked confused. Zoe just pursed her lips and nodded.   “I get it, Alma. Bouncy-time is tough to resist.”   ---     “Here they are!”   Some time later, Ida presented a full tray of completed chocolate truffles. Charlie stared at the tray with an overjoyed expression - she just wanted to admire them for a few seconds. A few seconds was all she got before a flurry of frills and different colored blurs swept over the tray, leaving it completely empty.   “Guess they found their second wind,” Alma said. Charlie stared at the empty tray, briefly looking inconsolable. From the various dark corners of the rooms, they heard a series of giggles.   “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I thought to make decoys,” Ida sighed, discarding that tray and pulling out a second one from behind her back. This one had only three truffles on it, one for each girl, each personally decorated with frosting that looked like a small drawing of each girl’s face. This time, she watched the room like a hawk. None of the ghosts tried her a second time.   “Eeeee, it’s a Treat Truffle with my face on it!” Charlie was back to overjoyed and was now bouncing up and down on her feet. “You used buttercream for my ponytail!”   “Hm. S’cute, I guess,” Alma said. “Alright. Here we go, here’s to our 7 millionth carb of the night,” she said and bit into the truffle. She looked at the inside and tilted her head. “Hey, I thought chocolate truffles were supposed to have chocolate in them,” she said and showed hers - the filling was a gold cream.   “That’s the magic of the truffle,” Ida explained. “Whoever eats it gets a blessing. That’s the treat!” She waved her hands a little. “I randomized the flavors when I was making them, so even I don’t know who’s going to get what! But!” She held up a piece of paper with various colors on it. “I made you all a little chart for which flavor does what! Here!” She handed Alma the chart.   “Ohhhh, this is the best part!” Charlie said, hopping up and down. “Come on, Alma, take a look!”   “Uh huh…okay. Golden cream filling,” Alma muttered, drawing her finger over the chart. “Here we go. Golden cream. Financial windfall - immediately receive three months rent.” Alma looked at Charlie, then at Ida. She let out skeptical snort and took her phone out of her pocket. She quickly navigated to her banking app and.   She blinked a few times.   Charlie didn’t look (as her employer, it would be inappropriate to look at Alma’s private financial information), but she stared at Alma in anticipation. Alma just kept blinking.   “Uh. Three months of rent worth of money just got added to my bank account,” she said. Charlie leaped over to her and gave her partner a hug.   “Hehehehe! How’s that for a bonus, eh, Alma?” Alma just kept staring.   “I’m genuinely not sure how to react to this,” she said. The mixture of Charlie actually being right the whole time about how impressive the truffle was, plus this unambiguously great thing happening to her had completely disarmed Alma and left her zero room to be grumpy about it at all. She looked like she needed to be rebooted. Charlie let her have the moment to herself and zipped over to Zoe.   “C’mon, Zoe! Do yours next!” She encouraged.   “I - I guess I should, but uh.” Zoe looked at the truffle. “I’m still kinda nervous about all this. After I eat this, it’s gonna do what it’s gonna do, then I gotta leave and go out and. Go back to school and start thinkin’ about a job and stuff and I don’t even really know what I wanna do and.” She gulped. “I spent so much time with my world just being as big as this daycare, now I still got all of these unanswered questions and I dunno how to — mmph!”   Somewhere during all of that, Ida lightly tilted Zoe’s hand up to make it push her truffle into her mouth. Zoe took the hint and took a bite.   “Oh!” She said and took another bite. “It’s peanut butter!” She said, turning the truffle around to show everybody else. “Uh, what’s the chart say for that?” She asked.   “Let’s see!” Charlie took the chart from Alma and looked it over. “Here! Peanut butter!” She squinted. “Is that right?” She looked at Ida. Ida nodded.   “What is it?” Zoe looked at the chart. She tilted her head. “’Instantly gain 25% of a full education on building furniture and upholstery’.” Zoe stared at that for a few seconds. Then she stared off into the middle distance. “…I’m gonna take a woodworking class,” she said. “And - maybe an engineering class. So I can learn. How to make one of those chairs that massages your back for you,” she said, running her hands down Charlie’s back a couple times to demonstrate.   “Wow,” Charlie said. “You figured that out fast.”   “Or. Maybe. Custom embroidered pillows and cushions.” Zoe touched her fingers to her chin. “I’m not sure yet.”   “You should try both!” Charlie said. “You’ve got all the time in the world!”   “Yeah, I…” Zoe came out of her own thoughts for a second. “I guess I do, huh.” And for the first time that night, she let out a breath and her body seemed to release a whole lot of tension. “Well, uh. I guess that just leaves you, Charlie,” Zoe pointed out.   “Yeah.” Alma glanced at Charlie’s truffle. “After all the trouble you went through to get these, yours better be good, huh?” She asked.   “Heeeee! Alright! I wanted to see you guys get yours first, but! Here I go!” Charlie said. She paused to take a big sniff of the truffle first. Then, finally, she bit down into it. Her lips immediately drew tight. “Guhh, heheheheh!” She laughed. Alma looked confused.   “What’s that reaction?” She asked.   “Mmn!” Charlie took another bite. “Haha, yup, that’s definitely it!”   “What? What’s the flavor, Charlie!” Zoe asked.   “That’s definitely it,” Charlie said as she dabbed at her lips, wiping bits of chocolate off. She turned her truffle around to reveal the inside was black. “It’s black licorice!”   “Guhhh.” Alma blanched.   “Ooooh.” Zoe winced. Charlie just kept giggling. “Sorry, Charlie.”   “This is part of the fun!” Charlie exclaimed as she ate the rest of the truffle. “Getting a flavor you didn’t expect!” She licked her fingers. “Y’know, the tastes actually melded a bit. By the end, there, it started to make sense.”   “I couldn’t agree more,” Ida said.   “Hey, uh.” Alma drew her fingers along the chart. “Uh, somethin’s wrong.”   “Yeah…” Zoe was doing the same. “I don’t see black licorice on here.”   “Huh? You don’t?” Charlie asked. Alma and Zoe shook their heads. Then all three of them looked at Ida. Ida looked right into Charlie’s eyes, a small, placid smile on her face.   “Check the back.”   “The back?” Alma repeated and flipped the chart over. “There’s a. Whole other chart here.” She said, seeing a list of another dozen or so possible flavors of the truffle. “Uhm. Charlie?” She showed Charlie the chart and tapped the top.   It said ‘TRICKS’.   Charlie took the chart and looked it over.   “I didn’t know the Treat Truffle came in any of these flavors…” She said, looking it over.   “You know, I wasn’t sure why you kept describing it the way you did, referring to it with that name,” Ida said. “Then I realized, you were working off of an incomplete understanding of the Sweet and its nature.” Her head tilted slightly. “The real thing is called the ‘Trick or Treat Truffle’, Charlie.”   “Trick or Treat Truffle…?” Charlie repeated. She stared at Ida for a moment. “Uhm. Ida, what’s black licorice do?” She asked. Ida’s hand came up and pointed to a space on the chart without looking. Charlie looked down at where her finger was pointing.   ‘Black Licorice: The next ten questions you hear, you must answer yes.’   The two made eye contact again.   Charlie turned and immediately sprinted in the opposite direction, towards the nearest window. Ida flicked one wrist. A number of slamming, shutting, closing and locking noises echoed through the daycare.   “Hey, what the fu—” Alma started, immediately going to move in between Charlie and Ida. A pacifier flew into her mouth, silencing her.   “Shhhh. That’s enough, sweetie,” Ida said coolly. She moved right through Alma and approached Charlie, who had picked up a toy phone and was currently trying to break a window with it. She turned back and looked at Ida.   “Ida, Ida, come on now, let’s be reasonable about this, let’s talk about this, okay, let’s just think this through before we do anythi—”   “Would you like to sit on Nana’s lap, Charlie?”   “Yes, I would!” Charlie spat out, before she could stop it. “Ooooogh, it works! That’s so cool! And SO bad for me!” She sputtered. Ida’s arms swept her up off of the ground, holding her on her hip.   “Let’s go somewhere more private,” Ida cooed. She and Charlie vanished. An enchanted baseball bat swung right through where her head had been 1.5 seconds later.   “Ahhhhoooohhhh! Shit!!!” Alma squeaked out.   “I did not see that coming at all,” Zoe muttered.   —   “There, that’s better.”   Ida sat down in a rocking chair. Charlie thought the chair was too small for Ida’s large body, but it immediately sized up to fit her. The same effect as the cribs, she guessed. Bigger on the inside. She didn’t think she was gonna get used to that.   They were in a smaller room. The curtains were drawn over the only window. There wasn’t much here except a rocking chair, a changing table and a bouncer. Ida flicked her hand and a little orange light appeared from her hand, softly illuminating and warming the room. She shifted Charlie off of her hip and set her in her lap. Or, the closest equivalent of her lap since Ida still didn’t have any legs.   Charlie suddenly felt very small.   “Ida, hey, seriously, can we talk about this?” She asked.   “Would you like a bottle while you rock with nana, Charlie?” Ida asked.   “Y-yeah!” Charlie said and immediately covered her mouth. Ida help up a bottle of white milk and Charlie groaned into her hands. She’d really had quite enough bottles of milk to tide her over for a while.   “Do you want Strawberry Milk?” She asked.   “Mmmhmmm!” Charlie murmured into her hands, nodding. The contents of the bottle turned pink. It wasn’t much of a relief for Charlie that it would at least taste better. When Ida offered the nipple to her, she opened her mouth and when the bottle was settled between her lips, she started drinking from it. So she actually had to do the things she answered yes to. She didn’t know why she hoped that might be a way out of this.   Ida started rocking back and forth, rubbing Charlie’s back with one hand while she bottlefed her with the other. Charlie just quietly drank from the bottle, not knowing what she could possibly do.   “Mmmn, almost finished with your bottle,” Ida cooed after a few moments had passed. Indeed, it was just about empty. Ida pulled the bottle from her mouth. The two shared eye contact. Charlie’s mouth hung open as she wondered what was going to happen next. Was Ida really going to do this to her, right at the end…?   “Do you want nana to pick out your clothes for you tonight, dear?”   Charlie winced. She bit her lips.   “Yesssssss,” she hissed out. Ida rocked for another moment or two, then rose from the chair, shifting Charlie so her head was over Ida’s shoulder. She left the room and carried Charlie to a room she was, unfortunately, quite familiar with. The bedroom. Charlie grimaced, looking around at all of the stuff that had attacked her before, the cribs, the mirror, the dresser. The dresser was the one Ida approached. Thankfully she didn’t shove Charlie inside, she just opened the doors up and took out several articles of clothing. Another babyish nightgown, this one shorter and colored a soft pink-and-white. She set the clothes aside, then began taking off the clothes Charlie was currently wearing.   “Arms up, dear,” she said softly. Charlie’s arms complied, despite her really, really not wanting them to. Her cap and jacket were all taken off. Her ponytail even got undone, for the second time tonight! Then came her shoes and her socks, all tossed into a pile in the corner of the room. Charlie was set on the ground.   “Ida, please, I…” Charlie started to say. She didn’t know what she could possibly say at this point. Ida didn’t give her a chance to think of it.   “Are you wearing big girl underwear, Charlie?”   “Nnn. Yes,” Charlie answered. Ida undid her zipper and slid the jeans down around her ankles. Charlie stepped out of them.   “Did you have an accident in your big girl underwear?”   Charlie winced.   “You promised…” She said weakly and she saw a small smirk on Ida’s face.   “The girls promised not to play with you anymore,” she said. “All nana did was promise to make you your little sweet treat. You remember that,” she said, making sure she didn’t phrase it as a question. “Now, Charlie. Did you have a messy accident in your big girl underwear?”   “Ahhhh….!” Charlie felt her knees bend as she squatted down, standing there hunched in front of Ida in just her shirt and her panties. Her panties which were now slowly being filled with a wave of mess. It was familiar and different. It really felt a lot different than doing it in a diaper. Not to mention more humiliating. These were the panties she’d walked in the door with and now they were just as mushy as the last few diapers she’d worn. That wasn’t the most humiliating part. The most humiliating part was looking up at Ida and seeing the expectant look on her face. Charlie couldn’t stop her lips from forming the words.   “Y-yes. I had a messy accident in my big girl underwear….” She repeated.   “Do you need nana to put you in a diaper?” She asked. Charlie nodded again.   “P-please, Ida, c-can I have a diaper?” She asked. Ida let out a little chuckle into her hand.   “Of course you can,” she said, lifting Charlie up again.

Yes, I like to do that sometimes. And then see how long I can wear the full nappy without it leaking. I like that too