How Not To Babysit part 11
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PART SEVENTEEN: PADDED
The front door is just closing as I present myself to Mom and Larry. It
looks like they had a great time. Larry makes eye-contact.
"Hi Jason," he says tersely.
"Hi Larry," I respond. "How was the evening?"
"The movie was better than I thought," Mom bursts in. "I was expecting
mindless violence but they actually had a plot." She licks her lips. "The
lava cake for dinner was so decadent!"
"That's great!" I stay upbeat. "I wanna see that one too."
I keep still. Suddenly my diaper really concerns me. Can they see it? Do
they know I'm wearing it? Are they even imagining I would wear it? I love
standing here in front of them hiding the fact that I'm wearing little-
girl diapers under my shorts. I want them to find out... the chance turns
me on. I'm terrified of them finding out... the results would be
disastrous. I delight in the moment. My knees rub together. I hear a
crinkle. Do they?
"Jenny's asleep," I report. "In her new nightie," I point out for my
mother.
"I hope she likes it," Mom says.
"I don't know about that," I offer. "She really complained about it."
"Oh well," Larry interrupts. "We're going upstairs." He turns to Mom.
"Right?"
Mom giggles and steps quickly up the stairs as Larry gives chase. Her hem
rides up and her breasts bounce as she goes. I watch her move. Larry
doesn't notice. I don't like when they're feeling overly amorous like
this. I wait until their bedroom door is closed and head to my own room
and my noise-cancelling headphones.
I'm sure something's going on with Mom and Larry.
And I'm here in diapers as it's happening. I almost feel like peeking.
That's just wrong. I don't want to see that. I really don't want to get
caught doing that. I relish the thought of getting away with something
pervy.
I take off my tee and shorts and crawl into bed still wearing the diaper.
I'm terribly excited. Anyone can just open my door and find me. I'm
should be safe under my sheets but you never know. I'm thrilled and
getting another response from me penis. It pushes against the wadding
strongly. I lie on my tummy and try humping the mattress. It doesn't work
but it's delightful. The ineffectiveness serves only to make me harder.
My hand glides into the diaper to find my dick. I move quickly, rubbing
my fingers along the shaft without being able to encircle it.
My excitement peaks. I fantasize of Larry catching me masturbating in a
diaper. Or in a bra and panty set. I fantasize him catching me jacking
off wearing Emma's pink dress.
My fantasies flow: I'm Katie the pervy baby tearing one off in my diaper.
I'm in the diaper and the girl's school uniform in class pulling on
myself while Monsieur Gatineau is going on about "avoir" or some shit.
I'm in Dodger Stadium with a full crowd, dressed in my Mom's sexy black
number and getting my diaper changed by Mr. Owens.
I come again in the diaper.
Focus returns. How could I want this? Masturbating in a dress?
Masturbating in public? Masturbating in diapers? Getting my diaper
changed in public? That's all sick. Why do I get all turned on? Dammit!
I go to take off the diaper. I hate it right now. Something calls out in
the back on my mind. I should sleep in it. I should chance that someone
finds me. I crawl under the sheets as I am. Sleep takes forever. I'm
writhing and playing with the diaper's leg-holes and waistband. I'm
stroking the material. I'm delighted.
Finally I sleep.
I wake to Jenny bouncing on my chest.
"Mommy said to wake you!" she sings in time with her crushing hops. "It's
10 o'clock and they're leaving for wine country. You have to talk to
Mommy about your rass-ponds-a-bill-a-tees," she enunciates.
"Ok, Ok," I cough. "Get off me!" I go to tickle her and she jumps back
giggling. "And get out! I have to change."
She scampers out of the room and closes the door behind her. I can feel
my diaper on me still. My diaper! I slept in it over-night. No one found
out! I slip out of bed and reach for the fasteners of the diaper but my
hands touch plastic. Plastic?
The rumba panties are on me over my diaper! And they're locked!
Dammit! Not now. Now I need to take them off. My attempts to remove the
panties are as futile as ever. I can feel the clasp and I know how it
should move but it doesn't go. Dammit!
Emma! You bitch! You did this. I know it!
Oh shit! My morning pee! No no no! I gotta piss now and I'm trapped in
these damn diapers, again!
"Jay?" Mom calls from the stairs. "Get down here!"
I grab the shorts I wore yesterday. There's no way I can disguise the
rumba panties. They rustle and they are so damn puffy. My ass must be
huge. They'll notice it immediately. They'll find out. This is bad. This
is very bad!
I pull on a long T-shirt and head to the kitchen for breakfast and Mom's
instructions. She eyes me a bit suspiciously and hugs me good morning.
She knows! She must know! Maybe she'll stay quiet? She doesn't want to
freak out Larry. I don't want to freak out Larry. Maybe Mom's ok with all
this.
Maybe Mom's ok with all this?! There is no way that Mom's ok with all
this. What am I thinking?
She nods to herself.
"Here's money for dinner." Mom hands over the cash. "Please eat something
healthy," she pleads knowing full-well there will be empty pizza box
waiting for her tomorrow.
To agree I offer a weak smile and nod. My voice won't come up.
"Jenny's swim lessons are at two," she tells me. "The pool on Park St..."
she reminds me. "There's free-swim all day too so you could do that for a
few hours today," she advises. "We'll be back tomorrow at 4PM."
Larry leads her into the foyer and they put on their shoes.
"Be good. We love you!" she says firmly as she hugs me.
Meanwhile Jenny's absorbed by her father.
"I love you Daddy," she cries out. "See you tomorrow!"
"Bye-bye Mommy," she says as she clings to Mom. "I love you Mommy."
Mom steps out the door backwards keeping her eyes on us and smiles.
"Have fun!" she offers as she slowly closes the door.
"We're going to play house!" Jenny states. "I'll be the daddy and Jason
gets to be the mommy." She glances at me to see my surprise. "Or the baby
girl!" she adds.
What was that?! Jenny... did you just tell mom that I'm going to pretend to
be your wife or your baby girl?
"Uh," mom breathes out as the door closes.
I hear Larry call to her. There's a pause. I expect the door to open. I
expect Mom to bring up her concern. I expect her to rip down my shorts
and see the panties and diaper she suspects. She must suspect! She must!
None of that happens. I hear her heels click for a few steps and they are
gone. I poke my head through the curtains and see Larry's SUV back out of
the drive.
I wave.
Jenny... you'll be the end of me.
I relax and slump to the ground. My panties and diaper crinkle and
crumple. Jenny looks at me suspiciously. She lifts her nightie and pushes
her plastic pants with her palm.
"You're wearing a diaper again!" she calls out. "I didn't pee myself last
night. Did you?" she asks.
"No," I snap at her.
I do feel the pressure building. I do need to be badly. Really badly.
This morning's panic kept it at bay but now it's back with ferocity.
She clenches for the waistband of my shorts and confirms her hypothesis.
I am wearing the fuchsia ruffled plastic rumba panties over a diaper.
"See! You are wearing a diaper!" she informs me. "And the ruffly
panties!" she delights. "I hate those too."
"Get them off me!" I demand.
"No!" she responds. "I don't want to."
What was that little girl? I am in charge here. You will do as I say.
"Jenny," I try to reason with her. "I don't need to wear these and I need
your help to get them off."
She turns and begins skipping towards the kitchen.
I grab at her but she's gone. Shuffling to my feet I race after her.
"Jenny, undo the clasp for me," I ask politely, "please."
"I want you to be the baby girl today," she informs me.
"I don't want to be the baby girl," I protest.
"Why are you wearing a diaper then?" she asks.
"Emma put it on me when I was sleeping," I tell her. "I don't want to
wear this," I say.
That's a lie. I think that's a lie. I think I want to wear the diaper
more. But I have to pee. I have to pee now. Oh, it's getting urgent.
"Jenny, I have to pee," I tell her. "I can't get this diaper off and I
want to use the toilet."
She sways a moment contemplating my request.
"Help me out of this and I'll help you out of that," I offer to her as I
point to both her nightie and my rumba panties.
"Okay," she says and turns her back to me, presenting the clasp on the
nightie.
Oh no! I don't trust you, little girl.
"Me first," I tell her.
She turns to face me and the sizes me up for a moment. Swiftly, her hands
dart behind her neck. She struggles briefly with her collar and I hear a
click. She pulls the dress over her head and then pulls the panties and
diaper down. She steps out of them and presents her naked self to me.
"Don't need your help," she says. "Baby!" she mocks me.
After those words, she takes off as fast as her little legs can go.
"Get back here!" I call after her.
It's hard to hold the flow. I walk after her. I dare not run. Oh my god.
It's hard to hold.
"I don't want to!" she yells at me in mid-sprint.
I cannot keep up with her like this. She leaves every room as I enter it.
"Please Jenny!" I call out to her. "Please stop!"
She comes to a stop in the foyer by the stairs but is well outside my
reach. I walk to her slowly. She backs away equally slowly.
"I'm going to pee my pants if you don't help me," I beg her.
"Babies pee their pants all the time," she says. "And you're just a baby
girl!" she points out.
"Jenny!!!!" I yell at her.
"Shut up!" Emma roars from the top of the stairs.
Shock hits me. My bladder lets loose into the diaper. I drop to my knees
where I am and embrace the humiliation of pissing myself in a diaper in
front of both of my sisters. Tears well up. The shame is unbearable. I'm
so turned on.
The diapers squelch as I sit back on them.
"Your diaper is wet!" Jenny announces.
"What!?" Emma calls from the stairs.
Emma pops into the hallway. She looks tired and bitchy. She's disheveled.
She's still in her outfit from last night. She must have slept that way.
The knee-length boots and over-the-knee socks are still on and the dress
has ridden up on her legs a bit. I marvel at her from my kneeling
position and then drop my gaze to the floor. I can't meet her eyes. I'm
so embarrassed. I feel the heat in my cheeks; the tremble in my hands;
the firmness of my penis; the sogginess of my diaper.
"Jason peed his diaper!" Jenny restates to Emma.
"This is turning into a habit for you," she teases as she walks down the
stairs. "Eh, Katie?"
"Katie?" Jenny puzzles. "Baby Katie?" she asks.
"Yes," Emma says flatly. "That's what you want..." she offers. "Right, Baby
Katie?"
I just hang my head. I'm supposed to be in charge this weekend, aren't I?
Mara
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