Your New Babysitter (Chapter 12) (Patreon)

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The waitress was back behind the counter, leaving you with your two babysitters and poor Gabriella who had just peed in her pink diaper in front of everyone. She was blushing and staring down at the crayons that Kelly probably got for her.

You could only imagine how humiliating it was for her to stand there with the warm, soaked padding between her legs. Plus you weren’t in a much better position, sitting in a wig and dress, barely covering your sticky little girl training panties. Briana had made you have an ‘’accident’’ in the car, confessing she herself had ‘’wet her panties’’, but not the way Gabriella wet her diaper. It was a rather bizarre turn of events to learn how excited she was about the whole thing. Though it did make sense she would go at such extreme lengths with their games.

As your mind was wandering off you wondered if Kelly was into it the same way. She seemed to simply enjoy the power dynamic and genuinely enjoy tormenting her charges. What an odd duo they made. No wonder they were best friends, they both were completely crazy.

Still, there was this growing feeling inside of you that felt at peace with the situation. You were slowly getting used to the fact that you actually enjoyed playing the little girl, especially after what Briana had done to you… the way she rubbed you in the car… You definitely consented to that, but why did you? There was a strong urge deep inside you that wanted to submit to her and Kelly. You were turned on by the bullying and the loss of control.

Catching a glimpse of Gabby’s flushed expression through her window reflexion, you wondered if she felt the same way. It didn’t seem like she did.

You were quickly brought back to earth by Briana who grabbed you by the arm as she spoke up.

‘’Shall we go to the little girls’ room…? I... don’t want to make Jordy wait any longer in those wet training panties... ‘’ The tone of her voice was different. A little hesitant. Less confident than it used to be. She was squirming a little bit, playing with the tiny silver bracelet on her wrist.

‘’Yes, let’s all go, replied Kelly, I think Gabby earned a diaper change for now… but don’t make me change my mind.’’

‘’Actually, I was just thinking… maybe we should go separately. I’ll take Jordan and then you take Gabby, alright?’’ Briana seemed skittish all of a sudden. What was up with her? Then you realized what she might be scared of: if the other girls witnessed you getting changed, they would see the kind of ‘’accident’’ you had in those training pants, possibly incriminating herself in the process. She could always argue that you did it on your own, but the two of you did spend a long time in the car alone.

‘’Nonsense, replied Kelly, we can change them side by side like you said. Let’s hurry before our food gets here, I would rather not eat it cold.’’

You felt a chill go down your spine as Kelly got up and pushed you gently to have you march towards the washrooms. Gabriella trailed behind, her pacifier back in her mouth. From a distance your group must’ve looked like an odd bunch. A convoy of misfits straight from a costumed convention or something.

Briana stopped in front of the door and looked at you with a hint of guilt in her eyes. She paused, then pushed the door to the ladies room open.

There was only a single diaper changing station in the brightly lit room.

‘’We’ll have to take turns, declared Kelly. Jordy, you go first. Show us the little training pants under that skirt.’’

You gulped as you froze, getting ready for those three girls to see you half naked, in a pair of sticky little girls potty training underwear. It was perhaps the most humiliating moment of an already embarrassing evening. You glanced at Briana, waiting for her to act, but she was unresponsive, staring at the sink.

‘’I can’t believe you actually peed yourself again tonight. I’m starting to think you actually like that, do you?’’

You remained awkwardly silent, not knowing what to do.

Kelly grew impatient, she brought down the wall mounted plastic table sporting a diapered baby koala and set her bag on it. Rummaging through it, she picked up some powder, a white diaper and a girl’s Goodnite. You had to admit that the security of a diaper would be welcome at that moment, but tears were gathering in your eyes as you worked up the courage to face the reaction of Kelly, but especially Gabriella, as they would reveal your shame.

‘’Up on the table Jordy.’’ Kelly smiled. ‘’Which one is it gonna be?’’

‘’Kelly?’’ It was Briana, whispering. ‘’I lied actually. Jordy didn’t have an accident.’’

Your heart stopped for half a beat. She was trying to protect you. Deep down you knew this would never stop Kelly from checking you, but you appreciated the gesture regardless.

‘’Are you sure?’’ Kelly did not sound convinced. ‘’Let’s find out…’’

She lifted up your skirt, slowly revealing the bottom of your cotton training pants.

‘’No!’’ Briana shouted. Kelly stopped and turned to face her, shocked by the interruption.

‘’I have to tell you something... ‘’ Briana continued.

You were apprehending what she would tell them. Gabriella’s eyes were moving back and forth between you and her, a question mark written all over her face. She even started sucking on her pacifier, something she would not often do, even when it was placed in her mouth.

The tension was building up and the room was silent. Kelly waited patiently for her friend’s explanation and so did you, squirming in your sticky training pants. You weren’t looking forward to them finding out, but you had to admit it’d be nice to have dry underpants… Would they put you in back Pull-Ups… or a diaper? And more importantly, how would they react to you and Briana having a… relationship?

‘’Jordan didn’t pee in his pants…’’ There she went. All three of you were hanging on her every word.

‘’He didn’t have an accident.’’ She continued.

‘’I did.’’