A Sitter's Tale - Part 5 (Patreon)

It seemed like a fairly ordinary morning as I shuffled in, wearing my Goodnite, as usual, but after a moment, Claudia's mother took me aside, asked me quietly, "Is everything all right?"

At first, I wasn't sure what she was talking about; luckily, she took my hesitance to answer as a response in itself. "We've been finding used Goodnites in the trash can in the bathroom," she told me, "and I looked in the package in Claudia's room and found it was halfway empty..."

My eyes widened in genuine shock. Sure, when I'd first implemented my plan, I'd thrown my Goodnites away where I thought they would be found, but after buying my own stash, I'd been careful, bagging my used ones up and hiding them in the trash can under the bathroom sink until I was about to leave, then sneaking them out in my purse to throw away on the way home. Thinking back, I realized I'd forgotten to do that the day before.

"I... I..." I stammered, my mind going blank. This was what I'd wanted all along, and now, I had completely forgotten what I was supposed to say.

"We're not mad," she said gently. "We just need to know... Are you okay?"

"I-I didn't think you would mind, since she doesn't wear them anyway," I managed to blurt out at last. "I-I'm sorry, I can pay you back, I just..."

"No, it's okay," she smiled. "It's just... We didn't know what they were at first, so we had to open them, and some of them were quite soaked... If you need them, that's okay, but we don't want you leaking. Are you wearing one right now?" I nodded, squirming, my mouth going dry. I'd gone a little on the way there... As she reached for the buttons on my shorts, not even asking for permission - why bother? Anyone who needed these things was too immature to know what was best for themselves anyway - I went again, warming up the previously cooling padding, making sure that, by the time she slid the shorts down, they were nice and, "Drenched, just as I thought. Come on." She yanked my shorts back up, taking my hand and leading me back to the guest bedroom.

"Wh-what are we doing here?" I asked.

"You're doing a good job," she told me, "and Claudia loves you, so we'd hate to lose you... But these Goodnites aren't doing the trick. I know it's embarrassing, but I think we're going to have to try something else." Only then, as she set me down on it, did I notice a spare changing pad spread out on the bed. She pulled my shorts down again, followed this time by the well-used Goodnite. "You're pretty small, so I think these will work..."

"N-No," I put up a token protest as I saw her hold up one of Claudia's diapers. "Please, I don't need those! I-I can do better..."

"We'll see," she told me, sliding it under my backside. She was surprised to see it fit; I had to pretend I was, too, as well as mortified. "There we go," she smiled, replacing my shorts yet again and helping me up. "Isn't that better? Those should hold much more..."

I, of course, put up a token effort to change her mind, yet she was having none of it. I felt legitimately nervous when Claudia came in, realizing that, for the first time, I was diapered just like her, in front of her, sure that somehow she'd sense a connection there... Thankfully, she didn't, and, despite me being sure she could hear the crinkling, see the bulge under my shorts, everything was normal that day...

Until naptime. I was used to indulging myself then, embracing the immaturity of my newfound hobby. That day was special, though... Not only was I wear a real diaper, someone else had put me in it. I felt particularly infantile, so, once I had Claudia down, her door tightly closed, I stripped and sank to the floor, crawling on my hands and knees. There was no doubt I was a baby now, and babies couldn't walk...

I was having a great time, until I got back to the living room. That was when I saw a pair of legs waiting there for me. Quickly, I scurried backwards, clambering to my feet and rushing back to retrieve my clothes before returning, red-faced, to see Claudia's father waiting for me. "Hello, there," he smirked. "My wife asked me to drop by on my lunch break to see how your diaper was doing... But I think it might be time for your nap, too..."