Intimism, Chapter 15

[Standard Content Warning: This is an ABDL story blog, that means stories on this page contain diapers, diaper usage (like, lots of it), infantilism and the like! In addition, mental and physical manipulation, bondage and nonconsensual or dubiously consensual employment of all of the above themes and many others may also apply. Viewer discretion is advised.] 

Evie heard the noise before she opened her eyes. It wasn’t the familiar noise of the door to the bedroom opening. She blinked a couple of times as her eyes opened just to see darkness, not the light, either from the hallway or the light of the bedroom turning on.

She rolled over and almost spilled out of the crib, not realizing that 1) The bars were down. 2) The person that had been between her and the bars when she’d fallen asleep was no longer there. 

She looked up. Initially, she just saw more shapes. She blinked her eyes a couple times and saw those shapes gradually coalesce into something clearer. She saw…Amaya. She was on top of the changing table. She was pulling something from the wall.

She then turned around and threw it as hard as possible. The next thing Evie heard was a loud shattering noise. Evie was then acutely aware of a gust of air entering the room. Amaya hopped off of the the table and walked over to the crib. She grabbed the blankets and quickly wrapped them around Evie, picking her up. She carried Evie over to the window - which, yes, Evie was now putting together had just been broken. Amaya very carefully leaned Evie’s partially swaddled body through the broken window so as to not cut her on the glass and Evie, still only vaguely aware of what was going on, did nothing to interfere, but something in the back of her mind told her this was a very, very bad idea. Once Amaya had leaned Evie out of the window…she dropped her. Evie felt herself land on the grass outside with a wet squish (well, a couple different kinds of wet squishes).

She looked and saw Amaya’s feet landing on the wet grass next to her. Amaya immediately picked Evie up again and started running. Evie tried to open her mouth to warn her.

‘Amaya, the storm...the…wait.’

Evie blinked and looked straight up at the sky. What was just vague gray blurs slowly started taking shapes. She didn’t know if it was because they were outside the house or because the ruleboard had just been destroyed, but her ability to focus was coming back, and she was using it to realize something. There was still a light drizzle falling, but the clouds were just gray, not dark, dark clouds with blue sparks within them. The storm was over.

The storm was over and she was in Amaya’s arms…and they were running for the docks. For their boat. Evie was still at least a little bit out of it - but she really, really, really hoped this was real.

Amaya went to the helm of the boat and sat Evie down on the floor. She worked fast after that, firing the boat up and getting it disengaged from the dock. Evie wasn’t gonna get mad at her if she cut a few corners to get them going faster and sure enough, within a few minutes, the boat was moving with Amaya at the wheel. Evie tried to pull herself to her feet. Her vision was clearing up. Her thoughts were coming together a lot more easily now. Her strength was coming back to— oop. She wobbled and almost fell over, but managed to grab something and stay on her feet. She knew she should probably stay down for the moment, but she had to drag herself over to the window and look back.

She saw the island getting smaller in the distance. She let out a breath and then let herself slide down into a seated position on the floor of the helm. She saw Amaya looking away from steering to make sure she was okay.

“Please don’t strain yourself, Evie,” she said cautiously. “We still don’t know the full effects of what was done to you.” Evie swallowed. She still felt exhausted. So she guessed her physical strength was coming back slower than her mental acuity.

“…what’s happening?” She asked.

“We’re on the boat,” Amaya responded.  “We’re driving home. The storm moved off of the island and is currently moving west.”

“A storm moving west...that's not very common," Evie murmured. Then, she realized something and grimaced. "Isn’t home west?”

“Yes. I’ll have to stop soon when we get closer to it, and it’ll be stop-and-go for a while after that while we wait for it to finish breaking up. But the most important thing, for two reasons, was putting any amount of water we can between ourselves and…” Amaya took in a breath and pushed it out through her nose. Her hands tightened slightly on the wheel. “That island.” Evie had to admit, she was having trouble digesting all of this. From what had happened to what Amaya was saying to having to make sure she still knew what direction ‘west’ was. She decided to start with something simple.

“….are you the real Amaya, or am I dreaming?” She asked, sounding like she was a little afraid of the answer.

“I’m the real Amaya,” Amaya answered, short and succinct. In the way the real Amaya would answer. Evie smiled, well, a smart-ass’ smile.

“How do you know that you’re not a dream? It’d be my dream,” she pointed out. But she tried to untense a bit, just the same. If this was a dream and she was still in that crib, well, it was a pretty involved dream for how far gone she was currently supposed to be. So for the moment, she decided to believe that it was real.

“…I feel realer than I’ve felt in a pretty long time,” Amaya said. “Since before I ever came to this island, I think.” She drummed her hands on the wheel a few times, before gripping it again. “Ever since my name was written on that board, I felt a strange haze around me. I could feel it between my eyes and my mind. I knew at first that I could fight it off if I put all of my effort into it, but I also knew the storm was imminent and we had nowhere to go and no way to get to the boat.”

“So you were trapped, kinda like I was,” Evie murmured. What Amaya had described sounded pretty familiar to how she’d kept thinking one thing, just for her body to do something else. But it also sounded like there was one key different that furrowed Evie’s brow. “But…you think you could’ve fought it off?”

“If I’d tried, I think it would’ve been…possible,” Amaya said with a frustrated sounding huff. “If I’d known what the next few days would be like after not trying it, I might’ve decided to attempt it. But at the time, I thought that if I spent all of my energy getting rid of that haze…I wasn’t confident that I’d be able to overpower her.” She shook her head. “I’m still not confident I could overpower her.” Evie felt her brow furrow. It was really surprising to hear Amaya admit that.

“Really?” Evie asked. “You don’t think you could fight her, if you had to?” Amaya was trained in multiple fighting disciplines by her mother. Inara was just an artist. If Inara's weird powers were no longer a factor, how could Amaya not be confident about a fight with her?

“I felt it,” Amaya said. “I don’t know how or why, but. She’s very strong. In more than just the way she can affect someone’s mind or body. If I’d had to fight her. I…don’t know how it would’ve gone.” It clearly pained Amaya to admit that. Evie knew she took pride in how well prepared she was to defend Evie from any threat. So straight up admitting she didn’t know if she could’ve fought this one clearly stung her pride. “That’s why I had to prioritize retreating which is why it was imperative that the storm be over, more than anything. And on that score…”

Amaya took her hands off the wheel and reached them up to her eyes, very carefully plucking at something. Evie didn’t understand at first, but gasped when she saw her pull something free from her eye - one small, translucent lens, then another. Evie stood up again as she saw Amaya put both lenses on a port. She grabbed a laptop sitting on a table in the helm and opened it up, connecting it to the port.

“Your contact lenses!” Evie exclaimed in surprise. “The ones you and your mom use to take pictures! You had them on the whole time?!”  She asked. “Then, wait. Does that mean—“

“I put them in while I was on the boat, then kept them in when I came back to the island,” Amaya said. “They’ve recorded everything from the past few days.”

“Holy crap!” Evie smacked a hand on her head. She had to admit, now that they were free, one thing creeping up the back of her neck was the worry, would anybody believe any of this when they got back, because it all sounded completely absurd, but if they had over 72 hours of evidence to show people, it would certainly help. “But. Wait.” Evie furrowed her brow. “If you’ve been recording for days, then how come nobody came to help us?! I thought they could wirelessly transmit stuff while they were still in your eyes!”

“They were recording, but not transmitting,” Amaya said. “I first realized something was wrong when I first came back to the island and you said you’d already tried contacting me with your watch.” Evie blinked.

“I almost forgot that…” She admitted. “Yeah, as soon as Inara started in with the ruleboard and I realized she was doing something to mess with my head, I tried using my watch but you didn’t show up for hours after that.” For all the good it had done them, her watch and its secret transmitter were both gone now. She had no idea where, both it and her phone (not to mention Amaya's phone) had just vanished. Inara had probably just slipped them into her pocket while the girls were asleep or when she was changing them. 

“I never got the signal. If I had, I would’ve come immediately.” Amaya remembered the stretches of time she had spent literally staring directly at her phone waiting for some form of communication from Evie. She would’ve noticed if she’d received a distress signal. “So something was stopping me from receiving that signal, even from a relatively short distance. It also would’ve blocked my lenses from sending any images back to the mainland.” Amaya pushed out a breath through her nose. “…your watch isn’t cheap. It would require something sophisticated to block its signal over such a short distance. When I realized that and saw how Inara was manipulating our minds and bodies. I realized she was significantly more dangerous than she appeared. And most likely, she was targeting you for some kind of reason.”

Evie swallowed. Her mind went back to her last real conversation with Inara. She’d seemed so bitter about how her attempts to help people had gone, more than that, she seemed to believe that the life she’d tried to craft for Evie and Amaya was some kind of ideal that anybody (besides Evie) would happily take if it meant they had the safety and peace she clearly treasured above all else. Calling her dangerous might’ve been an understatement.

“When I asked her why she was doing this, she just dodged the question and said it’d make sense someday.” She shook her head. “I don’t think she was just…doing it for its own sake, like she wanted us to live on that island forever and that was it. I still don’t understand what the point of all of this was. What goal could she have possibly been working for by doing that stuff to us?”

“I don’t know,” Amaya admitted. “We’ll have to figure it out after we get home.”

“Are you sending the footage from the lenses to your mom now?” Evie asked, looking at the laptop. Amaya picked it up. Her brows creased slightly and she pushed out a breath through her nose.

“I’m trying,” she said and that small expression of frustration was enough to tell Evie she was really annoyed.  “Now the storm is interfering with my signal…and since it’s between us and home.” She let out a huff. “It’ll have to wait until things clear up.” Evie let out a little huff. She guessed they had no choice but to be patient. As she kept staring at the lenses, something occurred to her.

“…between the ruleboard and those weird art assignments she kept giving me, everything Inara did to us seemed to be based around like.” She held a finger up to her eyes and drew a line. “Eye contact? I guess? She needed us to like. Look at something, for it to affect us.”

“It seems like it,” Amaya agreed.

“So I guess because your contact lenses were in your eyes the entire time, they must’ve been protecting you, right?” She asked. Amaya blinked.

“Evie, I—“ She started to say, but Evie interrupted.

“I think I get it,” Evie said. “The lenses protected you from Inara and she didn’t know that, but you didn’t know if you could fight her, so you were just. Biding your time and waiting for the storm to pass,” she said. “So…you were in control the entire time?” She asked. Amaya opened her mouth and for a second, it looked like she was ready to object, but she looked away. That told Evie that she was on the right track. 

“Like…I get that you were waiting for the right moment and you needed to not make Inara suspicious, but…." Evie grimaced as she worked it all out. On the one hand, she was relieved that her friend had never actually been in that much danger of losing herself. On the other, she’d spent a lot of time the past few days worrying that Amaya was gonna be gone forever to the point that she almost had been gone forever herself. She wasn’t gonna lay that on Amaya’s conscience five minutes after she’d saved her from that fate, but. It still stung at least a little. "I dunno. Y’could’ve told me, Amaya.”

Amaya rubbed her arm.

“That’s not…entirely how it worked,” she said. “The lenses. Blunted the effects on me, but they didn’t totally neutralize them. There were a few things I was conscious of the entire time, but that haze in my head…it didn’t just stay like that. I could’ve fought it off at the start, but. I felt it getting thicker and thicker as time went on, and then I wasn’t as sure I could get out of it if I tried. There was this urge inside me to just. Let myself be taken care of.”

Now it was Evie’s turn to guiltily look away. The haze getting thicker was almost certainly when she’d colored in those two pictures that had made Amaya worse. Amaya let out a huff and put her hands on her hips.

“I’m relatively certain there was a few times I could’ve probably made it to the potty, but —“ Amaya’s eyes suddenly got big and her face turned a little red as she caught herself. “—t-to the bathroom, but. I felt an instinct that. She would be happier if I didn’t. So I didn’t. Eventually, acting like that - like her baby - started making me feel happier, too.”

“So….” Evie’s brows knitted into slight worry. She knew she was about to ask something, she didn’t know if she wanted to hear the answer. “…was it true what you said? That you’d be happier being Inara’s baby than working for my family?” Amaya closed her eyes as soon as her words were repeated to her.

“I’m very ashamed that I said that,” she said. Evie let out a slightly frustrated breath through her mouth.

“Amaya, I don’t give a shit if you’re ashamed of it,” she said flatly. She didn’t feel good about it, but she’d spent too much time over the last few days running circles in her own head over this to be delicate right now. “I just gotta know if it’s true.”

Amaya opened her mouth, then stopped and swallowed her breath. Things were very quiet for a few moments. At first, Evie thought she was fine to wait as long as she had to to get an answer, but after a moment she realized one wasn’t coming out of this silence.  Eventually, her eyes fell too. Neither of them were looking at the other, now.

“….I know it’s not fair,” Evie eventually said. “That because Miss Nightingale’s our head of security and you’re her daughter, you were basically set up to become my bodyguard from the moment you were born.” She crossed her arms. “I’ve…I’ve known it for a really long time. I guess I was just selfishly glad it happened this way, because. I’ve never really wanted to imagine my life without you.” She bit her lip. She didn’t want to say this next part. She forced it out anyway. “But I don’t want to keep you stuck with me if that’s not what you want. If this is what you want, I’ll go talk to Miss Nightingale and my mom and get them to let you go so you can go back to In—“

“I don’t want to be with that person.”

The words were sudden and forceful. Evie looked back at Amaya. She sucked in a breath when she saw one of Amaya’s hands was shaking a little.

“That…part of it. Was just that person’s manipulation of me. That haze around my mind, getting thicker, until it got to a point where I didn’t know if I could still fight out of it. I thought I might’ve lost my chance and doomed us both.” Amaya finally looked up and opened her eyes. Evie saw tears dotting the edges of them. “…but then you changed things.”

“Wh…what?” Evie asked, confused.

“When you were finally able to speak to me and I was finally able to listen. You.” Amaya sniffled once, but took in a strong breath and stopped herself from continuing. “You reminded me of my mother, and suddenly, everything became clearer. I noticed that the storm was parting, and I had the strength to fight off the haze again. That person…”

Amaya closed her mouth, set her jaw and shook her head. She hadn’t been able to say her name since they’d escaped. She was clearly deciding she’d had enough of that. She was done giving her that kind of power over her.

“Inara is a monster. A monster that manipulates people to be what she wants like they’re playthings. I would never abandon you to someone like that to save myself, and I would never abandon my mother to stay with someone like that, either. When I listened to you, I suddenly realized all of that. And it gave me the strength to escape. All because of you.”

Evie felt her own lips wibbling. She sniffled once and rubbed at her eyes with her hand.

“You did all the work, y’goofball,” she murmured. She thought she caught a little smile on Amaya’s face out of the corner of her eye, but it faded quickly. Both of them realized why - she’d confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt that she didn’t want to be Inara’s baby. But the rest of it? Wanting to live that kind of simple, care-free life instead of being a bodyguard dedicated to someone else’s safety? Evie had to admit, she could still see how it was tempting.

“I’ll figure out…” Amaya waved a hand. “All of the rest of it, later. But I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life than how important you and my mother are to me. Whatever I want my life to be, I want both of you in it.” And she sounded like she really meant it.

“That’s. That’s a good start,” Evie said with a few nods. It was good enough for her. After everything she’d put Amaya through, it felt like more than she deserved. “So, uhm. I guess that covers just about everything. I only have one more question.” Amaya tilted her head.

“What is it?” She asked. She thought they had covered everything.

“I think, uhm.” Evie grimaced. “Maybe we should change?” Amaya paused. Then, the blush came back to her face, much fiercer. She looked down. Outside the boat, the sun was rising over the water, so it was maybe about…6 AM? Evie’s last change had been at 7 PM, before bedtime, the night before the previous night.  She was still wearing the same diaper she’d accidentally laid down on Amaya’s face with and that somehow felt like it was a million years ago. Evie didn’t know for sure but she had a feeling Amaya hadn’t been changed since then, either.

The point was, the two of them were still standing in a pair of very full fairy diapers. And now that the immediate gravity of the situation was starting to fade, they were both becoming aware of it again. Amaya fiddled with her fingers a bit, then reached down behind her.

“I did, um. Think of that,” she murmured. She picked something up so Evie could see it - it was a diaper bag from the nursery. Hastily stuffed into it were a number of cleaning supplies and a fresh package of the pink fairy diapers the two of them had become so intimately familiar with. Evie put her palms over her face and couldn’t help but laugh.

“You couldn’t grab any actual underwear?” She asked. She couldn’t believe she was thinking this, but she would’ve taken those stupid padded panties at this point.

“I, uhm. There weren’t any in our room and I didn’t think it was a good idea to leave the room…” She pointed out. “Um, also.” She grimaced and fidgeted with her hands again, the diaper bag dangling by its strap in her hands. “I don’t…I’m not sure it’s a…great idea for us to wear regular underwear right now?” She said tentatively.

“Uuuuuugghh…” Evie groaned and massaged her temple with both hands, but… “It really sucks how you’re probably right.” Amaya gave her a half-grimace half-smile and took her hand.

Together, the two went to the bathroom. Evie thought Amaya would leave her, but instead she laid out a towel and laid Evie down on it.

“H-hey, hey, Amaya, what’re you doing!” Evie asked, a blush on her face.

“You shouldn’t exert yourself,” Amaya said. “You’re still recovering, but I’m back to full strength. Let me take care of it.” And before Evie could eject, Amaya was tearing the tapes of her diaper. Evie swallowed and looked away. It had been embarrassing enough being changed by Inara, but this…

“I-in that case, sh-shouldn’t you do yours first…?” She asked, staring at a very fascinating piece of wall, her hands coming up over her face.

“I’m fine,” Amaya said. “I can wait a few more minutes.” Part of Evie wanted to object. She just murmured something that sounded like the word ‘goofball’ into her hands and continued looking anywhere except at Amaya or at her own diaper.

But as she laid on her back, hands over her face, she eventually peeked through her eyes at Amaya. She felt her face heat up a bit as she did.

She guessed things could be worse.