The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 1

The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 1

As soon as she woke up, the sound of rain pattering against her window, Lucy’s hand zoomed to her crotch, sliding past the short, Hello Kitty adorned nightshirt to the thick, pink diaper beneath, pushing her fingers anxiously to the bulky padding. She let out a sigh of relief to feel no wet spots there, although as soon as she sat up in her crib, she could tell that wasn’t going to last for long.

Even so, she had to admit that actually waking up in time to do something about that was an increasingly rare event, so she was still quite pleased to be able to stand up, clamboring over the bars of her crib and dropping down to the floor of her nursery before waddling her way to the door. Mommy wouldn’t be happy about her getting out of her crib, but it would be even worse if she checked on Lucy and found her wet after her nap yet again, especially after Lucy had promised her as she was being tucked in that she would have been just fine in her usual training pants instead of a nighttime diaper.

She paused briefly outside of the bathroom, staring in past the open door at the toilet, sitting there so invitingly, so close, and yet so far away. It would be so easy to just slip in, slide off her diaper, and sit down… But if she were caught, she knew all too well that she would regret it. She fidgeted as she felt a twinge in her bladder, urging her back into motion, diaper crinkling noisily between her thighs, easily visible beneath the swishing hem of her nightshirt with every frantic step. But what did that matter? Mommy was fully aware Lucy was in a diaper – she had put it on her, after all, tapping an extra sprinkling of baby powder onto her before securely fastening the tapes to give her Lulu a nice scent to accompany her at naptime.

Besides, she was too busy worrying about maintained her precarious bladder control to be too concerned with stealth at the moment, as each extra moment it took her to find Mommy reminded her how close she was to looking as if she had just hopped out of her crib to beg for a change, something that would land her in almost as much hot water as wetting ‘during her nap’, which Mommy was sure to assume had happened no matter how Lucy pleaded, after saying she wouldn’t. She just needed to find Mommy, that’s what was important,  especially with the sound of the rain on the roof above her making it extra difficult not to think about running water. Or so she thought, until one question informed her of what her priorities really should have been.

“Where are you going, stinker?”

It was less the words themselves, really, and more the voice saying them. It was definitely not Mommy, a fact that froze Lucy in her tracks, hands grabbing at the hem of her nightshirt and tugging it down instinctively, as the shock caused her bladder to release a few drops into the waiting, thirsty padding. “K-Kari!” she gulped, turning towards the kitchen at the sound of her babysitter’s voice. She wanted to hurry back to her room and change, but clearly the girl had already seen her, so it was already too late.

“Good morning, sleepy head!” Kari chanted, hopping down off the step-stool she had been using to try to reach the top drawer in the cabinet to grab one of Lucy’s sippy cups and hurrying over to the older girl to give her a quick hug, her own skirt fluttering in the air and showing off her underwear as well. She didn’t seem to care, though, as apparently she didn’t think she had anything to hide, and while the panties she had on were rather childish – considering the girl’s size, they could have rather easily come from the kid’s department – they were still far more mature than what Lucy was wearing. “You were fast asleep when your Mommy left, but I promise, she kissed you good-bye!”

Every bit of that made Lucy squirm uncomfortably, even more than simply standing there in front of Kari. Anyone looking at the two of them, and somehow ignoring what Lucy was wearing, would surely assume that Lucy was the babysitter in this situation. Obviously, that wasn’t the case, however, and while Kari certainly looked young enough that Lucy might have at least babysat her in the past, if not now, in truth Lucy was only about six years older than the girl. It was a small town, so she had shared a school bus with her for a long time, though, and she could distinctly remember pointing out ‘the baby’ to her friends on the back of the bus more than a few times because of the girls small stature and immature fashion sense.

Even now, it didn’t seem as if she’d grown that much since the last time Lucy had shared the bus with her, barely hitting the five foot mark, while the pink plaid jumper she wore, white Peter Pan collared shirt underneath it, with her blonde hair in pigtails, only made her look even more like a kid. In contrast, Lucy easily had eight inches on her, and she didn’t even care to guess how many pounds, since the younger girl was pretty much a twig, and she had always been a bit chubby to begin with, even before her Mommy had started rewarding her good behavior with cookies. And yet, there she stood, wriggling on the spot like a little kid, trying desperately to continue with her potty dance to keep herself under control, while still standing still enough not to flash her underthings.

Because, while Kari had babysat for her several times, she had never seen her in diapers. She usually came over between naptime and bedtime, when Lucy was allowed to wear her training pants. She had no doubt Kari knew that she wore them – Mommy had surely told her, and it had really only been luck that Mommy had gotten home in time to diaper Lucy before putting her to bed all those other times, not to mention that they were stacked up high on the shelves of her changing table – but actually being seen in them was something else entirely. It didn’t help to think that she already might have seen it while Lucy was napping. It was possible that she had somehow missed it, that the blankets had been covering them, that she had just hung back in the doorway while Mommy bent over the crib to give Lucy her kiss.

It was only then that she realized that her bladder’s dribbling hadn’t ended after the shock of seeing Kari. She shifted, cheeks turning bright red as she noticed how damp and heavy the diaper felt now, her mind too distracted with other things to notice her body slowly wetting it until now, when it was all she could think about. Desperately, she let go of her hem and clamped her hands to her crotch. The diaper was thick, but even through that she could feel the padding growing faintly warmer beneath her skin at an ever-increasing rate. Now that she was aware of it, it only seemed to get worse, and within moments, the dribbling had increasing to a trickle, and then, before she could stop it, a full-on stream, making the diaper soggy to the touch.

“What’s wrong, cutie?” Kari asked. Lucy was sure the girl had to know – she wasn’t stupid – yet she sounded genuinely confused. Lucy resisted as Kari grabbed at her hands to try to pull them away from her crotch, but, while it would have been simple enough to keep her from doing it, there was really very little point. Even if she did last until Mommy got home, she would just be punished for disobeying her babysitter. With a sigh, she moved her hands, revealing her now sagging diaper, as her bladder wrenched out the last few drops from within itself.

Kari looked absolutely delighted at the sight, practically melting as she saw the pink diaper and letting out a little squeal, though she put on a clearly forced stern face as she noticed its condition. “Lulu, did you wet your bed after your told Mommy you weren’t going to?”

“What? No! I just did it now!” Lucy rolled her eyes, wondering now if she’d given her babysitter too much credit in assuming she’d been able to figure out what she had thought was the rather obvious sight of her peeing herself.

“Well, that’s even worse, young lady!” Kari scolded her, crossing her arms and staring up at Lucy. “Why didn’t you ask me to take you to the potty, silly? Maybe I ought to keep you in diapers the rest of the day for that!” She couldn’t hide her glee at that suggestion, which made her look even younger; in turn, that made Lucy feel even more humiliated to be under this girl’s care.

“No!” she wailed. “I’m sorry, I’ll try harder! I’m a big girl, I don’t need diapers!” She blushed as she silently added, ‘Except at night’.

“That’s not what it looks like!” Kari poked at Lucy’s wet padding. “You know your Mommy is going to have to hear about this, don’t you?”

Lucy’s stomach dropped. “Come on, Kari, please! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I have to!” Kari insisted. “I’m the babysitter, I can’t keep something like this from my client! You’re supposed to be a big girl, almost done with your potty training! You should know better! You had plenty of time to ask me for help, little lady!”

Lucy bit her bottom lip, staring down at her bare legs, diaper drooping down clearly down below where they met her nightshirt. The fact that it was Kari lecturing her on this only made it more embarrassing. Not only did she look like a little kid, someone Lucy could easily overpower and force into a diaper herself to show her just how difficult it could be sometimes to keep them dry, she had heard rumors for years while they were at school that Kari was a bedwetter herself. For all Lucy knew, she still was.

“Aww, don’t look so sad!” Kari got up on her tip-toes, planting a kiss on the end of Lucy’s nose. “You’re just a baby! Come on, let’s get you changed out of your wet diapie!”

Docilely, Lucy let Kari take her hand and lead her to the nursery, worrying about what she was going to be changed into once they were done. Kari stopped beside the changing table, and, obediently, Lucy climbed up onto it, waiting as her babysitter climbed onto the stool beside it to give herself enough height to reach across the whole thing. She had no doubt Kari had already made up her mind about whether she was going to be allowed back into trainers, and nothing she could say would change that. Either that, or she was too afraid of being told ‘no’ to even broach the subject, and would rather just lie there anxiously and wait, squirming in anticipation as Kari bent over her and began to untape her diaper.

Lucy knew Kari had changed plenty of babies – Mommy had told her all about the girl’s many glowing references when she had decided on her for a go-to babysitter – but Lucy’s size seemed to be throwing her off a bit. With Lucy’s trainers, Kari usually just made her take them off herself if she had an accident, but now she seemed determined to take things into her own hands. As much as Lucy wanted to resist, not wanting to be put into another diaper, she felt bad enough for the girl fumbling with her undergarment to help out, lying as still as she could through her nerves, lifting her hips without even being asked once Kari was done cleaning her off with the cool wipes. If nothing else, maybe she would tell Mommy that she had been a good girl for that part of the day, anyway.

Lucy let out a whimper as she felt her backside being lowered onto the thick, crinkly padding, all her hopes that Kari would take pity on her fading away, as she was quite clearly sitting on a diaper now. Kari fumbled with the baby powder bottle for a few moments, having trouble getting it to twist open at first, resulting in a puff of powder exploding into her own face once she had it. She let out a couple coughs to clear the air, and her lungs, then began to dump the stuff onto Lucy, who felt even worse for having just witnessed the girl in charge of her having so much trouble with something so basic. Kari seemed a little embarrassed as well, quickly becoming absorbed in rubbing in the powder without saying anything to her charge.

Lucy whined as the diaper was pulled between her thighs, forcing them apart before being smoothed out across her lower tummy. Kari got up on her tiptoes to reach over her, pulling the side flap up and sticking it securely in place, then settled back down onto her feet to repeat the process, giving the front of the diaper a pat as she finished getting it on. “You just look so precious!” she giggled, getting back up on her toes to tickle Lucy’s stomach, then pouting when Lucy didn’t laugh. “Don’t be crabby!” she ordered. “Do you need another nap already? Oh, do you want a snack?”

“No, I’m fine,” Lucy tried to say, but Kari was having none of it, having apparently decided that had to be the reason the other girl was being so moody.

“Come on, you’re all done!” Kari announced, waiting for Lucy to hop down from the changing table, frowning at the bulk between her legs. She wasn’t unfamiliar with the feeling, but usually she just had to deal with it in bed, and not around anyone else but Mommy. “Now, do you want to be a big girl?”

Lucy was a bit confused by the question, especially coming so quickly after having just been put into a diaper, but she nodded eagerly, only to be handed her balled up old diaper. “Be a big girl and throw that away for me, okay?” Kari smiled at her. “Now, you stay here and play, I’ll get you something yummy!” Kari promised, starting to hurry out of the room as Lucy trudged over to her diaper pail and dropped the little bundle inside.

“Can I get dressed?” Lucy asked, trying to seem inconspicuous, sure that Kari would balk at the idea of her covering that diaper she seemed to find so cute.

“No, that’s okay! It’s so easy to check your diapies in this!” Kari pointed out, scurrying back over to her charge and lifting her nightshirt, barely having to move it at all before the diaper was fully exposed, allowing her to give it another pat. “You can play dress-up after your snack, though, I promise!” She gave Lucy a hug, then spun back around, flashing the cartoon character on the seat of her panties and flouncing out of the room.



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The Sitter – Complete

The Sitter – Complete

“Ugh, I’m done playing!” she stomped her foot, turning back around from the corner.

“You’re done when I say you’re done!” her babysitter replied, turning the girl back around to face the corner with a hard swat to the back of her animal-print diaper. “Time-out’s don’t end just because little girls want them to… And that’s fifteen more minutes for turning around, young lady.”

She couldn’t deny that her heart fluttered a little at her babysitter’s words; the harsh, condescending tone. She felt just like a bratty child, being spoken to by her strict babysitter – which was exactly what she’d wanted when she’d booked this session… Unfortunately, she hadn’t expected that session to run over.

Most likely it wouldn’t have, had she not playfully refused to be given a bath. She didn’t mind the idea of it, really, especially since she’d already had her diaper changed a couple times by her sitter, but she’d been getting into her role, and it felt like the right thing to do…

At least, it had until she was put in the corner… It was a silly, childish punishment, yet one that she apparently still couldn’t stand. She was doing a horrible job of keeping track of time in there, as every time she thought the punishment was over and turned back around, her sitter told her she was too early, and added more time onto the punishment.

It was getting to the point where she wasn’t sure if she trusted the sitter or not… She didn’t remember when the corner time had started, and in the corner she couldn’t see a clock to keep track of how long it had been, so her sitter could easily be lying, forcing her to stay in her time-out even though she’d long past the time of her initial punishment.

It might have been a fun little game, except that she’d scheduled her time with the sitter to end not long before her date for that evening was supposed to pick her up…. She’d been sure there was enough time to get cleaned up and dressed in between, but that time was dwindling with every extension of her punishment…

“Listen, this has been fun, but it’s time for you to go home!” she said with all the confidence she could muster.

“Not until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, young lady,” her sitter told her. “Fifteen more minutes!”

She glared at her sitter defiantly, until she saw a hand reach for the hairbrush sitting on her coffee table… She squeaked, spinning back around, hands firmly on her hips to show her displeasure with this… Not that she was brave enough to do anything about it.


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