The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 2

The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 2

Lucy glared at the open doorway for a moment, her blood – and cheeks – boiling at the thought of that girl telling her to just stay there in her nightshirt and diaper, like a little toddler. She had no doubt Kari was enjoying all of this…

She sulkily stormed to her closet, ignoring the babysitter’s instructions, pulling out a pair of pink denim shorts and a yellow shirt with an adorable puppy on the front. The shorts were tight, pressing the diaper’s padding against her with every little movement, letting the padding peek out of the legholes, leaving her with a very obvious bulge. There wasn’t much she could do about it, unfortunately… These diapers were meant for bedtime, where her sleepers could easily accommodate them. Her daytime clothes usually only had to hide training pants.

She shook her head, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. She looked just as childish as she had in her nightshirt, maybe more… But Kari had told her not to do it, so the thought of defying her made her feel slightly better, at least until the smaller girl returned with a small, cartoon-decorated plate full of apple slices.

“What are you wearing?” Kari asked with a little pout. “You’re supposed to wait until you eat to dress up! What if you make a mess on your clothes?”

Lucy scowled. “I won’t!” she insisted, but that didn’t seem to satisfy the babysitter. She knew she shouldn’t care… But she was already going to be telling Mommy about her accident, and she didn’t want to give her even more ammunition. “B-Besides, I only put this on, ’cause…. Because I’m going outside to get the mail!”

“Ohh, okay,” Kari nodded. “I’m sure you’re not at all just going to play in the puddles… Are you allowed to do that on your own?”

“Of course!” Lucy huffed. “I do it every day! I’ll be back in a minute!”

She started to march out of the room, only for Kari to call, “Oh, Lulu?”

Lucy rolled her eyes, spinning back to the girl. “What?!”

“You need your shoesies, silly!” Kari giggled, holding up Lucy’s shoes. “Sit on your chair and I’ll get you taken care of.”

Lucy blushed deeper at having overlooked something so simple. “I… I can do it myself,” she said.

“Nonsense, get up here! I have to take care of my sweet girl!” Kari smiled, patting the pink, plastic chair. Lucy sighed and walked over to it, sitting down and letting Kari slide the shoes onto her feet, pulling the velcro straps tight and then smoothing them down into place.

“There, now we’re twins!” Kari laughed, lifting her own foot, which was clad in a velcro shoe of its own. Lucy felt the slightest pang of jealousy – her own shoes were just plain purple, while Kari’s were pink and sparkly, decorated with Disney Princesses. They were very clearly meant for kids, yet there was no denying that they were adorable. If you were going to wear those sorts of shoes anyway, you might as well go all out. “Except I know how to keep my panties dry,” Kari added with another giggle. “Aww, don’t be sad… Everybody learns at different rates… I’m sure you’ll get there someday!”

Lucy glared at her, seething. Part of her wanted to grab the smaller girl and shove her into her crib, watch her struggling to escape… Lucy had trouble getting out herself, there was no way Kari could do it. Lucy could leave her there until Kari agreed to give her the training pants back, or do whatever Lucy wanted, or until Kari wet herself. She had no doubt that wouldn’t take long at all…

But she knew her Mommy would be angry when she got home and Kari told on her. And there was no way the little brat wouldn’t tattle on her… A shiver ran up Lucy’s spine as she thought about the punishment she’d be in for after that. In all honesty, she wasn’t sure what Mommy would do, but she was the adult, so Lucy was sure it wouldn’t be pleasant. She even, despite herself, felt a pang of fear looking at little Kari, standing there, knowing that she was the babysitter, she was the one in charge, even though there was no doubt that Lucy could trap her right then and there and have the girl at her mercy.

“I’m going to get the mail,” Lucy pouted, stomping out of the room.

“I’ll find you a nice, dry outfit to change into when you’re done playing in the puddles!” Kari chirped, shuffling over to the closet and starting to dig through it.

Lucy didn’t particularly want to see what the girl was going to find for her; she had a feeling the rest of the day was pretty much already set now, as she heard Kari gasp and coo as she sifted through clothing. Lucy headed through the house, opening the front door to see that the rain had mostly moved on, leaving only a few slow drips as she stepped reluctantly out onto the porch. The sky was still dark, the clouds a strange, almost unnatural color, but they seemed mostly harmless at the moment.

They lived far enough outside of town that there weren’t many neighbors… However, that only meant that the ones they had knew her pretty well. She was pretty sure they’d all be at work right now, but if she was wrong… Her cheeks began to light up anew as she fidgeted, diaper crinkling loudly under the tiny shorts. She usually only wore these at night, at home, away from prying eyes… Now, without thinking, she’d volunteered to parade outside in them!

She stood still, biting her bottom lip. She could always claim the mail hadn’t gone yet, or that they hadn’t gotten anything… There was no law saying she had to go out there in the open. On the other hand, if she didn’t, she either had to go inside and risk Kari hearing the front door open again and go play dress-up with her, or stand here on the porch, which wasn’t that much better if anyone really was watching her. She might as well get this over with…

She sighed, bracing herself for a split second before hopping down the two steps of the porch onto the sidewalk, splashing cold rainwater onto her bare legs, making her giggle quietly before she took off. The front yard wasn’t huge, but it was long enough that she had some ground to cover before she could turn around and run back to the door. Her heart pounded as she moved, her speed slowed by the bulk between her legs, her face heating up as each rushed step caused a new crinkle.

There was still no sign of anybody else on the street as she reached the mailbox, nearly falling as she tried to stop and turn at the same time so she could yank open the door. She hadn’t been expecting anything, though it was still disappointing to look in and see what looked like a bunch of boring bills and ads, nothing exciting at all. She was starting to reach inside to grab it all and make a run for home when she glanced up and behind the mailbox, behind her house, up into the sky.

It was there. Her thumping heart stopped for a moment as her jaw fell open. Streaking across the sky, brighter than any she’d seen before, with the possible exception of one, was a rainbow. She shouldn’t have been surprised – after all, she was an adult, she knew how and when rainbows appeared – but this one was different. She could tell just by looking at it.

Her eyes darted back towards the house; Kari was probably still looking through her clothes. Surely, she’d be none the wiser… She looked back at the rainbow, its colors still standing out against the dark clouds like lasers, as if they were there to guide her away, to where it ended…

She remembered being an actual kid, running through these fields behind her house, trying to find that end, and the pot of gold she knew had to be hidden there. She was an adult now, even if her clothes might not make it evident… But this was no ordinary rainbow. She was sure, if she looked hard enough now, she could see exactly where that rainbow landed, out there in the woods… She couldn’t really see it, no matter how hard she squinted, yet she had no doubt she knew the spot well.

She could see it in her mind’s eye, if not her physical ones: a large, circular clearing in the middle of the woods, with no stumps, no holes, nothing to indicate that any trees had ever grown there, despite being all around. Growing up, the kids had always said it was a spot where witches gathered to do dark ceremonies, summon demons, do whatever else it was that witches did… Lucy had never believed it – or she’d never admitted to it – but whenever she walked through the forest, she always tried to avoid it as much as possible.

She’d been there, of course, as a meeting place for illicit teenage parties, or a place where friends had insisted on playing with Ouija boards – she’d always been more scared of what the other girls would think if she refused to show up than of any actual danger that might be lurking there – and some other desperate, futile trips; for the most part, she didn’t like to step foot in it if she could avoid it. She could see it, though, practically glowing in the rainbow’s light, lit up in every color at once.

And there, in the center, the pot of gold that would give her one wish. Most anyone else her age would say it was silly to believe, but all she had to do was think of that image in her mind of the circle… It had to be there. It just had to.

It wasn’t far out to the circle… She could check it out, just to make sure, and be back… Well, definitely before Mommy got home. Kari would surely notice eventually, but she thought Lucy was out playing in the puddles, as if she really were just a silly little kid. Surely, Lucy could get far enough away from the house before the girl wondered where she was and began looking out in the yard… And, if she found that gold and got her wish, then it wouldn’t matter if Kari would have tattled on her for ‘running away’…

She didn’t even bother closing the mailbox door as she brushed past, eyes fixed firmly on the rainbow blazing through the sky. She was pretty sure Mommy paid most of those bills automatically, and nobody cared about those ads – there were more important things on her mind as she snuck around her house and broke into a jog through the back yard and into the tall fields of corn beyond that.

They’d been getting quite a bit of rain recently, including that day, and the corn had been soaking it all in, apparently. It had also been a long time since Lucy had bothered to go out to the woods, but she was certain she still remembered the way… Didn’t she?

Her Mommy, and all the parents in the houses around there, had always warned her not to play around in the fields. It was dangerous, they said, lots of farm machinery or whatever that could hurt them… She’d also heard plenty of stories about the farmer who owned the field, who she’d never met. Supposedly, he hated trespassers… There was a path to the woods if you went all the way around the field, but nobody ever used that, even if they were supposed to.

Lucy certainly hadn’t planned on it, since it would take far longer than just cutting through the field. The further she went in, however, the taller the corn seemed, and denser… It almost felt like it was forming walls all around her, trapping her inside. She could barely see through them, and while she could look up and see the rainbow to figure out the general direction, that was about it.

It started getting harder and harder to push through the stalks leading her towards the woods, until, finally, she tried to push them aside, and they refused to budge. She frowned, trying again with the same result. She frowned and kicked at the corn with her muddy tennis shoes; that didn’t help, either.

Maybe Mommy was right this time… Maybe, at least this time of year, it was better not to bother with the field. As she turned back towards her house, however, she saw that the corn had formed just as solid a wall there, too. She gasped, turning in a circle, seeing that she was boxed in on all sides but one… That one side led to what seemed like a long corridor, with a few empty spaces leading to other corridors… It looked, for all the world, like a maze…. And, from what she could see, the only way out of here was to go through.

 

 

 

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Independence Day

Independence Day

“Mom, please!” Felicity whined, trying to pull away from her mother’s hand desperately.

“Felicity, you remember what happened last year,” her mom told her firmly, her grip only tightening. “I’m not going to let you humiliate me like that again!”

She did remember, though she’d graciously almost forgotten until earlier that week, when they’d gone out shopping… Even then, she’d hoped it was just a joke, not something that they’d actually go through with. Surely, the rest of their family had forgotten, too… But, that morning, her mother had been in her room with them, and now she was wearing them, under a much too short old dress, and her mom had what was unmistakably a diaper bag slung over her shoulder…

“I-It won’t happen again!” Felicity promised, just as she had last year, as she stood next to the blanket with the huge puddle, pants drenched, as her relatives suggested that, next year, she do just what was happening now. It hadn’t even really happened then…

Well, it had… It was hard to deny that, really, but it hadn’t been her fault! Not that anyone had believed her when she’d told them that, especially when her cousin, Val, had marched back out of the house in fresh, perfectly dry shorts, after Felicity had told them all the truth, that Val had snuck away from the family get-together to do some kind of drugs or something, and that was why she’d been so startled at the loud fireworks that she’d wet herself as she sat on the blanket the two of them had been sharing.

Val was the only other person in the family around Felicity’s age, so she wound up spending most of her time with the girl at family parties, whether she liked it or not. The girl had always been bigger than her, prettier, more mature… She was actually a few months younger than Felicity, but when they were younger, Felicity had always looked up to her for doing things she’d never be brave enough to try. As they got older, Felicity had realized she was also kind of a bully, especially to her timid, older cousin. That was really what had eventually convinced Felicity to agree to pretend she’d been the one to pee herself while Val snuck back into her house to change…

She hadn’t been pleased to find that Felicity had backed out after some teasing and tried telling the truth… Not that she’d gotten anywhere with her claims, despite them being true. After all, Val had forced her to wet herself before leaving, so the evidence was pretty clear. And Felicity had only gotten more upset when the actual culprit joined in on making fun of her, which everyone seemed to take as a tantrum, and further proof of her immaturity… Even so, Val had promised her she was going to make her regret turning on her.

Felicity was already regretting getting involved at all, as she toddled her way to the car, heart thumping in her chest as she sat, leaving even more of her diaper visible to anybody who might look through the window on the long drive to her aunt, uncle, and cousin’s house out in the country… She was not looking forward to what else Val might have in mind for her…

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Growing Pains – Part 1

Growing Pains – Part 1

Growing up was always hard… Emma didn’t realize that her sister growing up would be even harder.

The whole time she’d been away at college, on the other side of the nation, whenever she’d text her younger sister, Maggie, she’d call her ‘baby sis’, even though, on the rare occassion she had the chance to head back home for a holiday or whatever, it was clear that her sibling was growing quite quickly, hitting a few growth spurts that the petite Emma had missed out on.

It wasn’t until she graduated – then moved back home when it was clear no job offers were on their way in the near future – that Emma realized how bad it had gotten. She stumbled her way into the living room, following after her father, who had picked her up at the airport, and dropped her luggage on the floor. “Hey, baby sis!” she said, smiling at Maggie, who was sitting on the couch.

Then Maggie stood up, and Emma’s jaw nearly dropped. Her little sister now towered over her! She gulped as she saw a mischievous light in the girl’s eyes…

Maggie took every chance to introduce Emma to her friends – at least, those Emma hadn’t met before – as her younger sister, who had been off at a boarding school for the past four years. Emma always corrected her, but Maggie, and her friends, always laughed her off, and her frustration just made her seem more like a little sister trying desperately to seem cooler to fit in with her big sister.

Finally, Emma got fed up with the whole thing. “Stop telling people I’m younger than you!” she demanded. “You’re always going to be the baby sister, so get over it!”

“Oh, really?” Maggie smirked. “Look at you… I bet you could fit into my school uniform from when I was 12.”

Emma was willing to take that bet… She’d still been living here when Maggie was 12, and she knew she had been taller than the girl then… She couldn’t remember for sure how much, but she was certain it was enough to make a difference. “And when I can’t, you’ll drop this whole thing?”

“Sure,” Maggie shrugged. “And if you can, you’ll play along however I want, for however long I want.”

Emma agreed, sure that winning was the only way to make her sister drop this whole charade. Maggie went to the basement to dig up her old uniform, ordering Emma to strip down and change right in front of her, to make sure she didn’t ‘try anything’. Emma felt extremely self-conscious to be undressing in front of her sister, especially when Maggie held up a pink polka-dotted bra – one that was clearly little more than a training bra – and said, “This, too.” Emma turned away and unhooked her actual bra, embarrassed, but feeling certain that this would help her out, since there was no way she’d fit into…

To her shock, it fastened easily. Suddenly, she began to worry about this whole thing… Then, to make it even worse, once she was able to easily button up the uniform shirt, Maggie stopped her again, handing her something big and thick and crinkly, with cartoon animals on it.

“Don’t you remember?” she asked. “I was still having some bedtime accidents then, and sometimes even during the day, so I had to wear these to school a few times… There were still a ton left over, and mom kept them, like she does with everything…”

“But…” Emma tried to protest, but Maggie’s mind was made up. “I don’t know how to put them on,” she said finally. Unfortunately, Maggie was quite an avid babysitter, and she was all too happy to help. To Emma’s horror, the diaper fit, as did the rest of the uniform. The skirt was maybe a little shorter than it was intended, but otherwise, none of it even felt particularly tight. “It doesn’t count!” Emma protested, refusing to give in. “Nobody would ever believe I’m actually this young!”

Maggie looked her over and frowned. She snatched up a brush and did Emma’s hair, pulling it into two ponytails, then looked her up and down again. “Maybe you’re right…” she said. “But there’s only one way to find out!”

Before Emma could protest, or try to stop her, Maggie had grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the car, driving her – squirming uncomfortably the whole way, trying to get comfortable in the strange, bulky diaper – right to the mall. Keeping a firm grip on Emma’s hand, she marched the girl through the front entrance, up to the second floor, and all the way to the far side of the mall.

“Okay,” Maggie told her, “here’s the deal. You’re going to walk all the way back through the mall and to the car… If nobody stops you to ask you where your Mommy is, I’ll believe that they think you really are an adult, and that will be the end of that. If even one person does… Then you’re the baby sister from now on. I’ll set your bedtime, and I’ll expect you to follow it. Every night, you’ll come to me for your nighttime diaper, and then I’ll lock the bathroom door until the next morning, to make sure there’s no reason for you to get out of bed… And you’ll be doing that even if I have friends over. If you’re really bad, I might even let them help. Anytme we go out, I get to choose what you wear. Oh, and you’ll have homework to keep you busy, too… Mine. And you’d better do a good job, or you might have to start wearing those diapers for more than just your bedwetting problem. Got it?” Emma started to shake her head, but Maggie stopped her. “If you say no, then I’ll just assume it’s because you know you can’t do it, and I’ll just assume that I won.”

Emma glared up at her, almost wishing she’d just admitted defeat at home… Maggie could have easily argued that, since the uniform fit, Emma had lost, but she had a feeling that her little sister had just wanted to make her run around the mall dressed like this. “Fine,” she sighed, glancing down at the first floor of the mall below her. She might have a chance, really… It wasn’t that busy, so she could probably avoid most of the people, and hope that the ones she couldn’t weren’t the type to talk to strange children they saw running around in public… “Fine,” she sighed.

“Great!” Maggie grinned. “Oh, just one more thing…” She stepped up behind Emma, pulling the back of her skirt up, then pinning it in two places. Emma blushed bright red as she tried to look behind herself, not sure how much of her diaper was being shown, but sure that it was enough for it to be obvious what the garment was. “Whenever you’re ready. Oh, and don’t touch that, or it’s a loss.”

Emma looked back over the crowds, gulping, sure that the crowds had grown in the past few seconds. Unfortunately, she’d already agreed, and the only chance she had of avoiding an even more humiliating fate was to get out of there as quickly and quietly as she could… All the while, knowing her diaper was on full display, just begging for someone to notice it and say something.

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The Investigation – Part 1

The Investigation – Part 1

“Now, now, don’t struggle, sweetie… This is all for the best…”

Odette tugged against her restraints anyway, though even she wasn’t sure if her fight was genuine or not. After all, she’d been trying to do this for ages now, to see if the stories were true… And to write her own story about it. Then again, she wasn’t expecting to find this…

Young women had been “disappearing” from the area for months now, always leaving strange, vague notes for their landlords that had similar enough phrasing to seem suspicious, despite all being indisputably in their own handwriting.

Odette was a reporter at the local paper, smart, resourceful, and eager to move on to more exciting assignments than who had won the local dog show, or the secret ingredient a local woman used to win the pie making contest three years in a row – which, of course, she had insisted on keeping a secret. So, when she heard a rumor that the disappearances might be connected, she started to look into them.

It had taken her quite a while to find the connection between them all, though when she had, it seemed far too obvious to be a coincidence. Most of the girls had accepted last minute babysitting jobs before they “left”… Often short notice enough that they’d told only one or two of their friends about it; she suspected they all had, and the others had just not bothered to tell anyone. It was common enough among the others that she couldn’t ignore it.

So, Odette began looking for babysitting jobs. It felt strange, like she was back to being a teenager… Her evenings were soon mostly occupied by taking care of kids, taking on as many clients as she could – not only to try to find the one that had started all of this, but also to build up her reputation through word of mouth, so that maybe the culprit would contact her, if that was how they worked.

Sure enough, after a few months of changing diapers, giving baths, and reading bedtime stories, she got a call from a frantic sounding woman, asking if she was available as soon as possible, promising her all kinds of extra money for the short notice. Immediately, Odette’s suspicions were aroused, and she took the job, certain that this was just what she had been waiting for.

It turned out, she was completely right. The young woman who answered the door seemed pleasant enough, leading Odette inside and offering her a drink… Odette knew it was a bad idea, but in the interest of playing along, she took it, taking one sip while the woman watched, then just pretending to drink more while she went over the emergency contact numbers.

Finally, she asked Odette if she wanted to meet the baby. Odette set down her cup, nodding eagerly, and followed the woman, heart thumping wildly in her chest the whole time. She knew this was a bad idea, but if she was going to find out the truth, she had to go through with it… She reminded herself that she knew something was going on, that her knowledge and resourcefulness would be enough to help her avoid whatever had happened with the other young women who had fallen victim to this…

By the time her mind registered the size of the furniture in the nursery she was led to, the ball gag was already being forced into her mouth. The other woman easily overpowered Odette, forcing her to the changing table and pushing her down on it, restraining and undressing her before putting a pair of headphones playing low, droning music on her, and proceeding to diaper her. Odette just kept reminding herself that this was what she wanted… Even as she hoped that she hadn’t already gotten in too far to escape.

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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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The Easter Spirit

The Easter Spirit

“Did I what?” Ms. Kline scoffed, looking out at her class. “Are you serious?”

“I-I just thought,” the unfortunate student stammered, quaking under the eyes of his art teacher.

“I’m not three years old,” Ms. Kline said coldly. “I don’t decorate eggs. Do you?” She smirked as the boy squirmed in his seat uncomfortably. “Aww, how cute? Did you bring some pictures to show the class?”

She snickered, then blinked, sure she’d seen something dart across the corner of her vision; when she turned to look, it was gone. Shaking her head, she chuckled again and faced the chalkboard.

“All right, enough of this… Now, we were talking about the… impressionists, weren’t we?” She shook her head again, frowning at a strange feeling, and the low giggling coming from the room behind her. She shot the students a dirty look. “Do you want twice as much homework over your Easter weekend?” she demanded.

“Okay, so…” she picked up the chalk, trying to remember what she’d been planning to teach them. “Well, if you want to draw a bunny, then you just go like this!” It was so simple! Why did they need her for this?!

“Umm, Ms. Kline?” a student spoke up.

“What?” she spun, hearing an odd crinkling noise, fixing them with an icy glare. “Am I going too quickly?”

The student gave her a hurt look before shrugging. “Nothing, ma’am.”

“What would your Easter eggs look like, if you were big enough to decorate them on your own?” the first student asked.

“I’m plenty big!” Ms. Kline pouted, fidgeting at the sensation of warm liquid trickling into the thick padding between her legs. “And I can decorate Easter eggs real good! They’d look like this!” She began drawing, turning and giving her class a good look as her diaper began to droop more and more, almost in time with her speech growing more and more childish, never noticing the bunny ears on her head…

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