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Chapter 11

The bell of the dinner rang in your ears louder than it should’ve, signaling your presence to everyone in the restaurant. Luckily it was pretty empty at this point, except for a handful of regulars, focused on the game playing on an old TV in the back of the old fashioned place.

Kelly and Gabriella were sitting face to face near the window with their half empty glasses of water. Your babysitter was smiling at you with curiosity, probably wondering what had taken you so long. Gabriella was staring at the table, trying to morph into her seat to make sure no one would notice her. Understandably so, since her lips were still shut tight around an oversized pacifier and her tutu was hiding a pink diaper.

You would’ve given your left arm to be in her position however, standing there wearing a wig, make-up and a pair of… well, ‘wet’ training panties under your summer dress. Walking around in that costume in public made you very self-conscious. You were under the impression that everyone around you could see through the masquerade and knew exactly who you were.

Of course it  was more likely that no one paid attention to you. Dismissing your strange appearance as some tween going through her puberty. Not a single one of those elderly customers had a clue that you had just gotten jerked off into your thick padded panties by your hot babysitter. Truth be told they were probably too busy staring at her more to even notice you. 

You noticed yourself though, through the reflection in the huge mirror behind the counter. Blushing at the sight of your blue dress and long curly hair. Squirming in your uncomfortably sticky underwear. You couldn’t wait to sit down in a corner and try to look away for the whole meal. 

Briana had other plans for you however. She took your hand and dragged you along to the table.

‘’Can I have the diaper bag Kels? Jordy had a little accident in the car…’’

Gabriella interrupted her sulking to judge you for a moment. Her eyes wandered between your face and your crotch area, probably trying to decide if she was telling the truth or not. Did Gabby believe you actually wet yourself? She was allowed to be suspicious, after all those were her training panties you had just came in.

Noticing the eye contact between the two of us, Briana stepped in. ‘’Don’t worry about your trainers Gabby, we’ll put them in the wash for you when we get home… Although I’m not sure your daddy will even let you wear them anymore after tonight… Speaking of which, why don’t you check Gabriella’s diaper, Kelly? It’s been a while now...’’

‘’That’s true’’ Said Kelly ‘’That would explain why she’s been fussy the whole drive here. Did you go in your diapee, Gabby?’’

The young woman blushed and squirmed as her babysitter was trying to slide her fingers under her skirt, looking at you, as if there was anything you could do to help. She was forgetting you were in the same boat as her, perhaps a stickier one.

‘’Wouldn’t it be cute to change them side by side?’’ Briana was overjoyed. 

Gabriella finally gave in to Kelly’s persistent hand and allowed herself to be checked. The babysitter’s fingers brushed against the plastic cover of her pink princess diaper before making their way inside to feel the thick padding between her legs.

‘’Still dry.’’ She declared, a bit too loudly for Gabriella’s taste. ‘’But I bet you have to go, don’t you… it’s no use trying to hold it sweetheart. What you think you’re gonna be able to spend the whole night without using the bathroom? I think not.’’

‘’The waitress is coming,’’ You interjected, trying to do what you could to help the poor girl, stuck in Kelly’s claws. In truth, the old woman had just taken another customer’s order and she was walking towards the counter to add it in, but your table was the next logical step.

‘’Tell you what, whispered Kelly, I want you to go in your diaper before we’re done ordering our food, so we can change you with Jordy. If you don’t I promise you you won’t get another change for the rest of the night. That means when you finally pee yourself, and you know you will, you’ll be going home with your daddy in a wet diaper, proving once and for all that you shouldn’t be trusted out of those. Got it?’’

You watched closely as Gabriella swallowed, thinking that over as the jaded old waitress came over. She quickly spat out her pacifier and hid it under the table.

‘’What will it be?’’ She said, hoarsely.

You realized you hadn’t had a change to look at the menu. 

‘’Two burgers with fries for us, said Briana, and we’ll have your dino chicken nuggets for the kids. Plus a chocolate milkshake for this little girl, she deserves it.’’

The woman didn’t even budge when Briana called you a little girl. In fact, she had barely looked beyond her notepad the whole time, which was a saving grace in your opinion. 

‘’Anything else?’’

You glanced over at Gabriella, trying to guess if she had enough time over that short conversation to do what she had to do. You could tell by the look in her eyes that she was still trying to force herself to pee. 

‘’That’ll be all’’ Said Kelly ‘’Thank you.’’

‘’Wait!’’ Shouted Gabby, staring at the ceiling for a moment, trying to concentrate. Everyone was looking at her now. Even the waitress had shifted her gaze from the pad to the young woman in a tutu, waiting for her to add something to the order. 

Gabriella gasped and you knew what was happening under the table. You could almost hear the hissing sound coming from her diaper.

‘’What is it sweetie?’’ Asked Briana.

‘’I think she wants a milkshake too, said Kelly knowingly. You can bring her a small one, please. Oh, and is there a changing table in your washroom ?’’

The waitress gave Kelly a strange look, then stared at Gabby and me, probably trying to figure out which one of us would need a ‘’change’’. Fortunately for me, Gabby fit the bill better than I. Her petite features and childish outfit could make her pass as a much younger girl, though nowhere near the regular diaper-wearing age.

Though perhaps we could be on a road trip. Perhaps Gabby was still a bedwetter and was required to wear protection in the car. Perhaps she had fallen asleep on the road and that’s why she needed a change. All the while you were making up these scenarios to justify it in your head through mental gymnastics, the waitress only shrugged.

‘’We got one.’’ Then she walked away.