Your New Babysitters (Part 4) (Patreon)

Part 4

Sitting on the floor, near your homework, still in awe of what was going on.
Your two babysitters were chatting on the couch, giggling as they scrolled through their cellphones.

You sat on your padded, wet butt, wearing two pink and purple Goodnites for girls, one on top of the other. At Briana’s demand, you had wet yourself in the first one, but instead of changing you she had just slipped a second pair of Pull-Ups on top of the wet one.

The girly bedwetter training pants together made a thick bugle between your legs comparable to a baby’s diaper. Now that you thought of it.... they were in fact diapers. Just designed for older girls, but made for the same purpose.

You couldn’t concentrate on finishing your homework with what had just happened. Your bum was starting to get cold and clammy. You wondered if the girls would notice if you simply went to your room and removed the wet Goodnite. 

Truth be told, and oddly enough, you didn’t mind wearing a Pull-Up. It was sitting around in a wet one that made things uncomfortable. Sitting in your own urine like a toddler who needs a diaper change. The soaked padding’s smell made you uneasy as well, reminding you that you had just pissed yourself in front of those two young women.

After a few minutes, you decided it was enough. After all, they wanted to treat you like a baby... well a babies need to be changed sometimes when they wet their diapers.

You got your crinkly butt and waddled to the couch. As you approached your babysitters, you heard what they were saying.

Briana: Oh my God, that’s when you told her she couldn’t take them off! Poor thing.

Kelly: She insisted she was a big girl...And her parents still keep her in them at night!

You noticed what they were giggling at. They were looking at pictures on Kelly’s phone that showed a girl about your age, wearing the same butterfly Goodnites, sitting on a plastic potty with tears in her eyes.

You only caught a glimpse of it, but it appeared that the girl had her Pull-Ups all the way on, as she sat there, meaning she was probably peeing in them rather then in the potty.

Kelly turned her phone screen off and turned to look at you.

Kelly: Are you done with your homework sweetheart?

You: Yes... but I... wanted to ask if I can please get a change...

That’s when the doorbell rang for the third time in the evening. The first two it had brought you babysitters, you weren’t sure what to expect this time.

You: You know you’re not allowed to have guests here, right?!

Kelly: Don’t you take that tone with me little one! I will be the judge of what I can and cannot do. Besides don’t worry. Your mom said it was fine.

She got up and answered the door. You hid in the living room, not wanting to see anyone while you had on those humiliating underpants. You hoped it was only a pizza delivery or something.

You heard voices muffled in the background.

Voice: Thank you for accomodating us at this hour, I know it’s last minute.

Kelly: Dont’ worry about it, I’m already babysitting so it’s no bother at all. Does she have everything she needs?

Voice: Yes. We followed your recommendations! I packed all she needs in her bag. Your help has been wonderful, I’ve never seen her so well-behaved. Everytime we threaten to call you she’s on her best behavior. 

Kelly: Well my method can see a bit drastic but results are always there and that’s good to hear! I don’t want to make you late, though, I can take it from here! Have a good night!

You heard the door closing, and steps coming back to the living room, but the first girl who entered wasn’t Kelly. It was the girl from the picture in her cellphone. The girl at your school she told you she also babysat.

She had brown hair, sad brown eyes and wore a blue sundress. She seemed shocked when she laid eyes on you, awkwardly shifting in your thick, wet Goodnites. Sitting on the floor like a babbling baby. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything. 

Kelly: Jordan, this is Gabriella, my other charge. Her parents had an unexpected event tonight and I offered to babysit both of you together. Don’t worry about her seeing you in your little Pull-Ups Jordy. They come from HER pack, don’t they? Well I suppose you’ve got a new bag at home now, don’t you? Daddy told me he packed a few for you in there, so... As a matter of fact Gabby, are you wearing one now? Did Daddy put on your Pull-Ups for you? Let’s see.

Gabriella fidgetted a bit as Kelly lifted up her sundress to reveal her underwear. She wasn’t wearing Goodnites, but it was close enough. The thickness of her cotton underwear as well as the bees featured on them suggested they weren’t normal panties... but some kind of cloth training pants.

Kelly: Oh Gosh, look at those Bri! Isn’t this so cute?!

Briana: Very cute!

Kelly: Mommy and Daddy don’t trust you not to have accidents anymore huh? Well I don’t blame them. I don’t trust you either.

Gabriella: I only have ‘’accidents’’ when you force me to. I don’t pee my pants anymore.

Kelly: Careful now, Gabby. You know how much influence I have with your parents... one word and you could find yourself in thick Pampers every day at school.

Briana: Yeah, take example on our little Jordy here. He didn’t make a fuss like you, did you Jordy? He put on his big girl Pull-Ups like a good boy! 

The words ‘’big girl’’ made you blush, putting emphasis on the butterflies and flower patterns that decorated your own training panties, which were as girly as Gabriella’s but also even more babyish in their disposable nature.

Your Pull-Ups didn’t come in packages of 20 for no reason. They were meant for little girls who are expected to wet themselves regularly. At least Gabby’s training panties were cotton fabric and sold individually. Sure they were thick and made to hold ‘accidents’ like yours, but she could argue they were ‘’just in case’’. You, on the other hand... with your 20 briefs package...

Kelly : As a matter of fact Jordy was asking for a change before you came in! Weren’t you Jordy? That gives me an idea! Since we have two little charges here.... let’s turn this into a game!

You and Gabriella looked at each other, not knowing what to expect from the minds of those two devious babysitters...