How Not To Babysit part 11
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PART TWO: CAGED
"Jason? Hello? You in there?" It was Mom.
"Mom! Don't come in! I'm..." I stumbled to the door and let my weight
fall on it. I paused. "... not decent."
"Just wanted to let you know that we're home and I checked on Jenny.
She's asleep. Everything went well tonight?" she said through the door as
she stopped pushing.
I laid against the door and sat on the floor, hearing my diaper crumple
and my ruffles crinkle. They were the loudest noises ever, I was certain
Mom would wonder what the noise was. OR worse, Mom would KNOW the sound
of a diaper and ruffles. Please Mom, you didn't hear anything.
"Yeah Mom, everything went great." I tried to be chipper. "We played
games and she went to bed easy."
Then an idea struck me...
"Mom, what's with her nightie and plastic pants?" I asked.
Here comes the answer to my problems. Talk Mom. Tell me about the key.
She took a moment. She took too long a moment but she finally answered.
"She isn't wearing her nightie. I just checked on her and I could tell
because she kicked off her blankets. What do you kow about her nightie?"
she turned the question back on me.
"We tried it on but she didn't want to wear it so I let her put on her
old PJs," I answered.
It wasn't entirely a lie seeing as *I* actually tried it on and I'm still
wearing it.
"The panties lock onto her, right?" I quickly asked.
"They would if she was wearing them. Why isn't she wearing them?" she
said in an annoyed tone. "I bought those specal for her to try out. I
left them on her bed specifically for tonight. And she isn't wearing
them."
I had to think fast.
"I just let her choose whatever night clothes she wanted to wear. I'm
sorry, Mom," I answered.
Hopefully she was satisfied.
"That's too bad," she said back. "I was hoping I could start dressing her
up a bit. She's such a tomboy," she said. "Do you know what happened to
her new nightie and panties?"
Oh my god! She noticed the nightclothes were missing!!!
"What do you mean?" I said back hoping she believed my tone of innocence.
"Are they gone?"
"Oh nevermind," she muttered. "They'll turn up. You have a good night."
"Thanks Mom, you sleep well too," I said and breathed a sigh of relief.
Whew! That was over with. Now back to getting these off....
THE KEY! WHERE'S THE GODDAMN KEY, WOMAN!
Dammit, she didn't tell me about the key. I could call after her but
she'd be concerned about my curiosity. Why would I be asking so many
questions about Jenny's missing sleepwear? That wouldn't work. I'll have
to figure this out myself.
After some pondering, I decided that if Mom bought a locking nightie and
plastic panty for Jenny she would not hide the key. She'd leave it out
where she can get to it in the morning when she needed to get the diaper
off Jenny. It's either in Jenny's room or in Mom's room and it's probably
out in the open on a dresser or something. I will just have to check both
rooms when everyone's asleep.
And then there's Emma... I can't let her catch me. When will she be home?
Either I will check after Mom and Larry fall asleep but before Emma gets
home or I wait until Emma gets home and everyone's asleep.
I will have to kill some time until Mom and Larry are out for the night.
I turned off my lamp and hopped on to my computer to surf the web.
The diaper was driving me crazy. I was getting an itch in my crotch and I
couldn't reach it. The soft material of the nightie kept rubbing against
my nipples and making them hard. The crinkling of the ruffles was
humilating. I found myself looking at porn.
Porn can get loud, with the moaning and slapping, so I put on my fullsize
earphones. I didn't think about it at the time but they were noise-
cancelling. In the past, many times I've had someone walk into my room
and tap me on the shoulder before I was aware of their presence.
It took a few searches but I eventually found a site where men were
forced into diapers and made to watch other people have sex. I was
getting hard. I couldn't reach my dick. I was frustrated so I just rubbed
the front of the diaper.
I watched two women making out on the screen and rubbing their hands all
over eachother's naked bodies. I rubbed harder.
I watched the poor helpless man in a diaper and bonnet, strapped to a
high-chair. I listened as the ladies called him baby and wussy. They
offered him a binky and he sucked on it. They played with his nipples and
he grimaced but couldn't stop them while his arms were lashed behind the
chair. I rubbed harder.
And that's when I came in my diaper. It was a great orgasm and it felt
like it went on and on. I was laying back in my reclining office chair
when I came around a few moments later. It was just luck that I opened my
eyes to see the door to my room a bit.
Panic hit me. I dove at my bed. The headset cord went tight and the
headphones were tugged roughly from me, pulling my hair. They clattered
on the floor. In one swift motion I grabbed the comforter and pulled it
over my body, covering the nightie. My feet poked out from the bottom. My
heart was racing. My body was sweating. My eyes were wide open.
The door closed.
"Jason, what the hell are you doing in there?" It was Mom again. She
continued after a short pause, "I'm opening the door now."
I thought it was bad before but this is much worse. Mom is going to flip.
Just completely flip. She must know I was masturbating. How could she
not? Anyhow, when she gets in here she'll figure it out quickly. There's
porn on the screen. I just dove into my bed. I must have made some noise
when I was getting off. She's not dumb. I'm caught. She'll tell me
something like "You get up out of that bed this instant!" and then she'll
also see her daughter's nightwear on me and the fucking diaper. I'm so
dead. I think I'm just going to will myself to die, right here, right
now.
She entered, closed the door behind her and walked to the middle of the
room. She wore her sleepwear: a flannel tanktop and shorts. The computer
was behind her. The porn was paused. Two women were caught on screen, one
devouring the other's pussy. The other throwing her head back in mock
ecstasy. Mom didn't look at it. She stared at me instead. I willed myself
to keep eye-contact with her. I knew that if I looked behind her for a
moment, she'd turn to see what was on my screen. I'd be punished. I'd be
put on bread and water and locked in this room with nothing but
schoolbooks. She'd get Larry to beat my ass. No. I must keep my eyes on
her.
"I just wanted to say good night and I hear all this ruckus. Do you want
to wake your sister? You know it takes forever to settle her back down
when she's startled awake," she berated me.
I have never been so delighted to be berated in my life.
"I'm sorry mom. I couldn't hear you and you surprised me," I explained.
She looked me up and down for a moment then her eyes settled on the where
my legs poked out of the comforter. She reached over and touched the
comforter and my leg. I felt the satin of the nightie tighten around my
chest. I felt it hug my shoulders. I was sure the ruffles and the diaper
were making the comforter bulge too much.
"What are you up to?" she asked, her voice lowered to just over a
whisper. "I know something is going on. You're acting weird."
She breathed out heavily. I stopped breathing altogether.
"Nothing mom. Just nothing," I muttered.
I needed to say something. Anything that could explain the noise. The
bundling under the comforter. The "weirdness".
She looked me in the eyes and sighed loudly. Her hand moved up and she
gently patted my brow and my hair. She bent down to kiss my forehead.
"I love you. You're my baby. I'm going to bed now. If you want to talk
about this tomorrow just find me and say 'about last night'. You sleep
well."
She patted my hip. It crinkled. I'm sure it crinkled. It was LOUD. It
fucking echoed in the room that crinkle. I was sweating even worse. She
must have heard it. She must have FELT the ruffled panties and the
diaper. How could she not? But she didn't pause or look at me again. She
got up, turned away from the computer, and left the room. She spoke once
more from the doorway without looking back.
"Cover your feet. You don't want to be cold."
The door closed behind her.
Oh my god, I could relax. It's over. She'd left. She's weirded out but
she's gone. I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt my body loosen up. I was
so stressed and tight during the conversation but it's better now. And it
hit me. I needed to pee. Oh my god! I'm going to die.
Get it together. I just need to hold out until Mom and Larry are asleep.
I check the clock. It's only 11:32. Mom just left my room a second ago.
She's going to bed. They'll be asleep in no time. Then I'll go look for
the key. I just need to hold on until they pass out. I can do that. Even
though my bladder is getting pretty insistent, I can do this.
The computer monitor blinked off and I was left in darkness.
Forget peeing. I just need to wait it out. I'm still ok. I just need to
wait until my parents are asleep. Ok, I also have to hope that Emma
doesn't come home and see me walking around like a baby girl. That won't
happen. It's Ok. Just wait it out and go find the key in Mom's room. It's
Ok.
And the urine started to flow. It was just a little at the beginning and
I immediately tried to stop it but my panic kicked in and it went to a
strong flow. No! I can't pee in my diaper. I can't be found in a wet
diaper! My diaper? What the hell am I thinking.
The diaper was soaked. It wasn't designed for this much pee. It wasn't
designed to handle a penis - it was a young girl's diaper. It wasn't
meant for a teenage boy's volume. There isn't nearly enough padding near
the penis. I could feel the front of diaper get overwhelmed and the pee
flood the panties. I then felt my ass get wetter and wetter and the
diaper drew whatever liquid it could from the panties. The diaper was
saturated with my piss. I broke into tears. While sobbing quietly into my
pillow I prayed to a god I never prayed to before.
And waited.
When I recovered, it was past midnight.
I have to ignore the pee-filled diaper and focus on getting out of this
fucking outfit. As I pulled my arms out from under the comforter, I felt
the satin collar ride up against my neck and the satin cuffs tighten on
my biceps. I was about to pull the comforter off me when my mother's
words rang back. I ran my hands lightly down the comforter until I
reached the my uncovered legs. It was above my knees. Way above my knees.
Oh no! Was the nightie covered? Was it sticking out? I traced my fingers
along the edge of the comforter but came across no satin. Ok. That's
better. The nightie wasn't sticking out. Mom never saw the nightie. Good!
Oh shit, wait. I moved my hand quickly between my legs and reached for
the comforter there. It covered the nightie but what about the diaper and
rumba panties? I let my fingers drape over the comforter and dangle. I
felt the rumba panties. They weren't covered. Fuck me! Mom saw the
panties. That's why she stiffened up. That's why she invited me to talk
about "this" tomorrow. That's why she called me HER BABY! That's it, I'm
dead. I should just die now. I can't live through this.
Cover your feet, she said. She must have seen it all. Goddammit.
END OF PART TWO
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