Vacation Changes - A Diaper Dimension Story

Chapter 2
Part 2

Chapter Description: Part 2

Part 2

Half an hour of arriving at the hotel, both tourists sat exhausted on their oversized beds. They had been given a double room which was hardly suitable for their small size, though Rhiannon supposed that it was at least a relief that they’d been treated respectfully by the hotel staff on their arrival. She had been beginning to think that the locals saw dwarves as something damn near children or worse...

Following the polite concierge to the elevator, they had been guided professionally up to their hotel room, though the man eventually took over from Lorraine reaching for the lift buttons on tiptoes while an embarrassed Rhiannon tried to glance away. Unfortunately they didn’t have any Littles-sized accommodation, resulting in the door swipe card being well above their reach. The staff had to offer an embarrassed Lorraine a plastic kid’s stepping stool which now sat permanently in the hallway beside their door, which they could move into position as they needed, as well as more stools inside the room to get onto the beds, as well as presumably access the bathroom and tables. All in all it was an embarrassing sight to see the bright plastic children-themed stools throughout the hotel apartment, and neither tourist would be uttering a word to describe it once they got home.

Rhiannon flopped back further on her huge oversized bed and spread her arms out wide. It had been an incredibly exhausting morning just travelling overseas for the first time, but maybe now that she was here she could unwind and begin to relax. She had several year’s worth of hard studying at college to work out of her system after all... Well, maybe more like a few weeks in all of those years, and a whole lot of partying and watching TV... Still, a vacation would be good, she wasn’t quite ready to give up on her carefree youth yet, and wasn’t particularly looking forward to the years of adulthood which lay ahead after college.

"Well..." she began, "I’m going out..."

Her mother grunted in response, instead staring silently at her left high heel raised in the air, seeming to be considering getting something taller.

"You better not cause any trouble," Lorraine snapped a moment later, as always managing to find something critical to say. "We are in a foreign country and have to put on our best display, it’s still rare for our people to come over here since tourism opened back up after all. And have a shower before you go out, you’ve been travelling in that all morning."

Rhiannon rolled her eyes, before sliding down from the bed and finding it just a bit terrifying as she built up a bit of momentum before hitting the floor.

"Mom, there’s like a million dwarves in this city alone. Nobody is going to think we’re representing our country. Now where’s the local cash for the stores?"

She turned towards her mother’s suitcase, looking greedily, as she suddenly became excited by the thought of imagined shopping.

"I said after a shower," her mother commanded scathingly, causing the young woman to turn red with embarrassment as she faced the fact that her mother could still ultimately control her. The bitch probably didn’t even care about the shower, but was rather just trying to continue their fight and exert her domination over the twenty year old adult daughter.

"Fine!" Rhiannon snapped, grabbing her own backpack and heading towards the bathroom.

Getting into the bathroom was easy, but pulling the stool over to lock the door felt incredibly ridiculous. Still, she had her privacy now, and she sighed, letting the stress ease off her, glancing in wonder at the oversized bathroom facing her as she began to strip, leaving her clothes in a messy bundle on the floor.

"Tells me to have a shower will she," she growled, reaching into her backpack to fetch her headphones, which were at least waterproof. A delicious plan was forming in her mind as an evil smile crept across her face. She was told to have a shower? Well, she’d just have an hour-long shower with her headphones turned right up and see how her mother liked that. The woman better hope that she didn’t need to use the bathroom any time soon, especially since they’d been travelling from before sunrise. She probably couldn’t even activate the lift to go down to find another bathroom, and would have to knock on another door on the same level with her kid’s stepping stool in tow.

Turning the volume to max, she pushed the plastic stool under the water nozzles and carefully turned them on, cautiously stepping under the water and sighing in relaxation as the warm stream hit her and thudded distantly against the music blaring in her ears. They definitely did showers right on the mainland, the heavy stream of water was positively luxurious. She was beginning to sense that the vacation might just be fine once she got out and could do things on her terms, it would just take a little while to adjust to this other country - which was almost like another reality in many ways - and then she could go home and wow all her friends with her casually smug overseas travelling expertise.

By the time that she turned the shower off, she’d gone through her entire playlist twice, every bit of stress having melted away in the hot water, her fingers a little wrinkled. Wrapping herself in a towel, she emerged out into the hotel room and was bemused as a billowing cloud of steam followed her, hitting the opposite wall of the small entry hallway and rolling towards their open bed area.

She marched into their bedroom area smugly, expecting to be berated by her mother for spending so long in the shower, smiling in preparation, when it dawned on her that, annoyingly, the woman wasn’t there.

Had she gone to use a bathroom elsewhere? That would be an amusingly successful outcome of Rhiannon’s little plan. Or, Rhiannon thought, her optimism dropping, maybe her mother had just gone out and abandoned Rhiannon there for the afternoon, shopping on her own terms and leaving her adult daughter trapped away in the hotel room without any money... Oh that would be a terrible backfiring of her long showering bitchiness.

Feeling more annoyed than smug now, Rhiannon strode through the apartment and noticed that it had an odd scent of... something. Maybe talcum. Whatever it was, she felt sure that it wasn’t there earlier. Frowning at her mother’s absence, striding forward, she stepped on something clothlike, and glanced down to see that the woman’s black panties were strewn carelessly across the floor, as if they had been tossed aside. Weirdly, the rest of her mother’s clothes from the skirt-suit combo were messily strewn about everywhere too, some even thrown up over the high shelves and wall lights, like she’d just been tossing them aside carelessly, never intending to use them again. The messiness was fairly uncharacteristic of her clean-freak of a mother, and it only furthered Rhiannon’s suspicion that the woman had rushed out of the hotel as soon as Rhiannon had gotten into the shower, not even staying to notice that Rhiannon had been in there for a full hour, having been the one playing Rhiannon in fact from the very start.

"Dammit," the twenty year old hissed, feeling frustratingly outmaneuvered, beginning to pace. Calming herself, she decided not to presume the worst just yet, even from her mother. Who knew, maybe the woman had left some cash up on her bed, since Rhiannon had taken her bags with her into the bathroom, and there didn’t seem to be anywhere else that they could both reach...

Pushing a plastic stool across the floor, ignoring the messy clothes and embarrassing underwear strewn about the room, she clambered up still wrapped in her white towel, looking around hopefully, but saw no money. Strangely, it smelled even more of the weird talcum powder up there, like her mother had coated her clothes in it before leaving or something. Glancing about her own bed, Rhiannon realised in annoyance that there was a coating of the stuff on her own bed, outlining an opaque rectangular shape with wings atop her blanket, like her mother had laid a long piece of clothing there and dusted around it.

"Weird," she said in annoyed bafflement, reaching out to run a hand across it and mess up the perfect outline it had created. She racked her memories to recall whether it was there before, feeling sure that it wasn’t. Was the hotel room just dirty? Her frown deepened as she considered that maybe her mother had just made the mess on purpose, a passive-aggressive dusting of some clothes or something on Rhiannon’s bed as an apparently-innocent accident which was anything but. But then, Rhiannon thought sheepishly, she was the one who had stayed in the shower for an hour with her music on full-blast, giving her an opportunity to play passive-aggressively innocent if there had been a knock... Maybe she was just projecting...

Looking across at her mother’s bed, she saw that, oddly, there was also a giant wooden hairbrush atop of it, set aside carelessly on one corner. Where in the world had her mother even gotten that? Was it part of the room’s amenities? It looked heavier than a suitcase, how did she even get it up there?

Frustrated and confused, she began lowering herself back down from the kid’s stepping stool, deciding that she’d simply been outplayed that afternoon. Striding crankily over to the large glass doors which led out onto the balcony, she peaked around the thin semi-translucent curtains to see that she at least had a good touristy view over the city. It was a damn big place, much larger than the cities of her own home, in both breadth and height, and she felt a rush of sudden rush of holiday excitement and shopping greed again. However it only reminded her of how much she was missing out on, trapped away in the hotel room until her bitch of a mother returned. It was still midday out, but there wasn’t anything that she could do without money, especially as an uninitiated Little in another land for the first time. She needed cab fares, shopping money, and hell, probably some really tall heels. A friend back home had suggested that she buy some, if only she’d listened... Right now she wasn’t even sure if she could reach the elevator’s buttons, which made it all the more perplexing for how her mother had left there.

Glancing down beyond the balcony’s edge, she noted that she could at least see the far half of the hotel’s parking lot, and began scanning about in lazy boredom, wondering what else she might be able to at least spot from her vantage point to entertain herself. It was after all an entirely new country with some very baffling features, so she decided to set herself up in the window for awhile and see if she might not be able to spot an actual amazon giantess, preferably at a safe distance without having to deal with their perplexing attitudes this time.

One appeared within the parking lot within minutes, walking away from the hotel, and Rhiannon leaned in to get a better look. She was pushing a stroller, and had another kid in tow in a safety harness leash... Come to think of it, Rhiannon realised in bafflement, that was the same giantess who they’d encountered at the front door, the one who she was worried was going to complain about them. The woman has seemed to be leaving before, yet had stayed until at least now. Feeling a bit panicky, she had a gut feeling that the woman had indeed stayed to complain about them. But would the hotel staff given them their room number? Surely she would have been turned away and was leaving now in frustration.

It dawned on her then that even though the woman still had her toddling kid in a harness leash behind her, she was also pushing a stroller now, with an occupant clearly visible by the leg sticking out on the side that Rhiannon could see. Perhaps she had just been picking up her other kid, or a friend of her kid, or it didn’t really matter, Rhiannon was just relieved as she started to feel fairly sure that the woman didn’t have the stroller before, and likely hadn’t stayed for them after all.

The group reached a car parked at the far end of the lot, where the woman opened the back door and then crouched to seemingly lecture her kid in the harness. Wagging a finger in the girl’s face, she seemed to be crossly warning about something, gesturing once to the other occupant in the stroller, maybe suggesting that they’d have to get along. Finally she spun the girl around by the shoulders and delivered an almighty hard smack on her posterior, causing Rhiannon to flinch as she imagined the fact that she herself could easily fit into that positi... No, it was a silly concern, there was no danger of the giants doing something like smacking her just because she was the same size as their kids, it didn’t mean they’d ever consider treating her like one in that regard - she was in college for crying out loud.

Still, she watched with a somewhat mesmerized curiosity now as the giantess lifted the toddler up and sat her in a babies carseat, strapping her in. She turned her attention then to the unseen occupant of the stroller, seeming to think for a moment, before walking around to the trunk of the car. She returned a moment later with another carseat in her hands, and began strapping it into the back of the car.

She really must have just picked that kid up unexpectedly, Rhiannon thought with a frown, given that the carseat wasn’t even installed before. There were a few angry kicks from the occupant of the stroller, which began to bemuse Rhiannon as she thought derisively that the obviously more immature of the two should not be tantruming over a carseat, when even the harness-wearing girl had to sit in one.

Finally the amazon began unstrapping and lifting the occupant of the stroller, allowing Rhiannon to see that it was a girl clearly evidenced by the two big bushy giant pigtails bouncing on either side of her head. She wore a short little toddler dress, and Rhiannon audibly smirked as she realised that she could see the girl’s full white disposable diaper from behind, even at that distance. To think, somebody the same size as her, but completely undeserving of things like mature panties, how bemusingly embarrassing it must be for her.

The tot kept thrashing and kicking, and Rhiannon’s jaw dropped as she realised that the woman was lifting a foot into the car to raise her thigh and lay her toddler down over her knee. The woman was going to deliver a spanking, right there in the parking lot, and not a minor one it seemed, given how high she raised her hand behind the diapered bottom. It was a very traditionalist approach, Rhiannon thought in numb surprise, but she supposed that she felt that it was deserving, since the stroller-baby shouldn’t be so uppity when even the walking toddler had to go into a carseat. Kids shouldn’t get snooty and cause tantrums after all, half of the problems in the world were caused by adults taking a soft weak stance with little ones, regardless of country.

A moment later, sure enough, the blows started raining down on the padded backside of the naughty child, whose kicks and thrashing balled fists were helpless in the great space of air around the giantess’s outstretched knee. Rhiannon looked on at the distant silent sight in strange approval, feeling a little malice to that girl for some reason - perhaps because she had been audacious and Rhiannon reserved the right to act that way solely for herself, or maybe simply because the diapered kid had the same coloured hair as her mother, and Rhiannon was a little biased against her.

Increased thrashing from the naughty child only resulted in an increased intensity of the spankings raining down on her backside, and sometimes between her widely spread legs, the utilitarian thick disposable seeming to prevent the kicking brat from closing them. Finally the kid seemed to be relenting a little, and the mother paused to reach for something on her belt, only to seemingly find that it wasn’t there. Suddenly she turned, and seemed to look directly up at Rhiannon, who gasped and quickly stepped sideways from the window, knowing that she had probably been behind the curtain anyway and likely not visible, but feeling as though the giant’s gaze has been right on her. Surely the giantess hadn’t been looking at their window directly, it was just a coincidence, maybe she’d left something inside in one of the surrounding rooms.

When Rhiannon finally found the courage to peak out of the curtain again, she found that the spanking had resumed, though seemed to be winding down now as the woman’s second child displayed increasing obedience. Eventually the giantess seemed to be satisfied, stopping her spanking to begin lecturing the child, still laying helplessly over her knee, who seemed to be utterly defeated in her naughtiness.

Eventually the lecture wound down, and the woman grabbed her daughter under her arms on both sides, lifting her up to give a gentle big kiss on her cheek, and showing that what she was doing was out of love while punctuating the end of their spanking. Rhiannon found herself slowly nodding in approval, agreeing that the mother just wanted to show what was for the daughter’s good, and was helping her learn to behave and not put on a tantrum over a simple children’s carseat, which was frankly suitable for anybody in those sorts of thick diapers.

A car pulled up close to them in the parking lot then as the gentler post-spanking lecture continued, and a Betweener - or perhaps a small Giantess - woman stepped out. Rhiannon was surprised all over again to see that the new arrival was wearing what looked like the uniform of the attendants from their morning flight. Or on second thought, it might have even been the attendant who had broken up their little argument that morning.

The new arrival walked briskly over to the amazon and gave her a very quick but intimate peck on the lips, before gesturing happily to the diapered tot in her arms and saying something ecstatic. Rhiannon was more baffled at the woman’s arrival than anything else, such as her apparent relationship between her and the hotel woman, and how large she looked. The flight attendant had been tall compared to the others, and may have perhaps been a smaller giantess, Rhiannon thought in retrospect, if not an otherwise very large Betweener. Either way, they were all huge to dwarves...

As they finished talking, the woman holding the kid stuck two fingers between the girl’s legs to check her diaper, seeming to cluck and shake her head as she found it deserving for its unhappy occupant in the first place, and then began depositing the girl into the carseat and strapping her in.

Rhiannon continued to just stare in dumb confusion, wondering why the attendant had shown up, if she had come to check on them as she’d been promising, or perhaps had sent a friend. It might just be a coincidence that they knew each other, the woman did work in flight after all, and it was a hotel...

The newly arrived woman bent down to glance into the car then, looking past the just-deposited kid, and stood back up looking confused. She began gesturing to the other giant and asking a series of questions, to which the larger woman began shrugging and pointing right up at... Rhiannon dived behind the wall again with a gasp, feeling stupid, but again seeming so sure that they were looking at her window. But no, maybe they were just discussing some random feature of the hotel. Or maybe the woman really had stayed to complain, on behalf of the flight attendant who was being a bit more involved in their stay than Rhiannon had expected, and maybe she’d even gotten their room number, pointing up with a shrug to say that nobody was home when she knocked - Lorraine having rushed out and Rhiannon being in the shower blocking out all noise.

She shivered, trying to imagine answering the door to that giant, and was glad that she had been wearing the headphones. Why, what if the woman had tried to spank her? She had the size and predilection to do it. No, Rhiannon thought angrily, shaking her head, she had to stop thinking about the giants spanking her, they may have strapped her into the booster seat on the shuttle bus that morning, but they would understand the difference between her and a kid. Hell, if anybody needed reminding it was herself, since she seemed to be putting herself more on par with the two kids than the enormous giantesses who stood over them, purely out of size similarity. But she was a college girl, she told herself, and wouldn’t be thought of that way by the giantesses, and had to make sure that she didn’t ever think it of herself.

Finally, carefully, Rhiannon poked her nose back around the edge of the glass doorframe, glancing down into the parking lot. The two women were hugging and returning to their cars, the big car pulling out first, followed by the slightly smaller car of the flight attendant. Finally as they disappeared, Rhiannon let out a breath of relief. So maybe the attendant had tried to dramatize their stay, and maybe the woman had stayed to complain, but it all seemed to thankfully be over now, and Rhiannon was sure that she was free from having to worry about their spanking craziness ever somehow impacting her life.

Feeling smugly relieved, the tourist dwarf padded back to her bed, climbed up, and reached for the heavy remote to flick on the TV, deciding that she’d get used to a bit of the local culture that way. At least until her Mom got back.