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Your New Babysitters (Part 7)
🕑 Added 2017-06-22 21:14:01 +0000 UTC Your cheeks were red as you sat on the living room floor, surrounded by three pretty young women. The first two were your babysitters, comfortably seated on your parents’ couch, scrolling through their phones. The third one was Gabriella, who attended the same school as you, in the same grade.She didn’t really look like a college student at the moment, wearing one of your old t-shirts featuring a faded spider-man, on top of a large, pink diaper which was covered by purple bows and flowers. The oversized diaper made her look smaller, more vulnerable. She was blushing, pulling her long, smooth legs up together to hide as much as she could her diapered bottom.
To be honest, you didn’t look like a college-aged guy either. Or like a proper guy whatsoever. She might’ve been embarrassed by the big babyish diaper she had on, at least it was still dry. You were sporting three seperate pairs of girl Goodnites XL. One on top of the other. The first of which you were made to pee in, the last of which SHE had peed in when she was wearing it before you, with a dry Goodnite between the two.
Worst of all, you were wearing Gabby’s wet Goodnite as the result of a contest that you lost, which consisted of essentially... drinking as much as you could and be the first one to wet yourself. Essentially, you now had a very full bladder on top of wearing triple Pull-Ups. 2 of them were already wet, how long before the buffer followed?
Or maybe that wasn’t the worst of all. Your three Pull-Ups were hidden under something even girlier then their butterflies and flowers patterns: a sun dress. Gabriella’s sun dress to be more precise. You were made to wear it after you first protested about wearing Gabby’s soaked Goodnites.
The thickness of the three layered bedwetter pants made you waddle around like a toddler, your legs forcefully parted, your bum squishing as you sat on the floor sitting next to Gabriella, perhaps looking even more like a little girl then she did.
Briana, your babysiter looked over at you. She had taken a keen interest in your predicament, noticing that it aroused you to be turned into a sissy. You could tell by the look in her eyes she was most likely trying to think of ways to humiliate you further. You instantly looked away. As much as you enjoyed this whole thing, Gabriella’s presence made you uncomfortable. Briana noticed how you avoided her stare and took advantage of it immediately.
Briana: What’s wrong Jordy? You don’t seem to like your new dress... I think it’s a good look on you. What do you say, Gabby?
Gabriella looked at you with a mix of disgust and pity as you awkwardly shifted in her dress and in her soaked Pull-Ups.
Gabby: You’re being cruel to that poor boy.
Briana: On the contrary! I’d say we’re quite nice, we even allowed him to cover up his underwear, you must be jealous that you don’t have the same privilege.
Kelly: Maybe he’s just sad he’s not allowed to wear pretty panties under that lovely dress, is that it, sissy? You want to be a big girl like us?
Briana: But you know why we have to keep you in Pull-Ups honey, you’ve just drank quite a lot of water... We don’t want you having another accident, do we? But how about those...
She got up, startling you in the process and picked up Gabriella’s panties that were still lying on the floor. They were training panties actually. Thick white cotton briefs decorated with smiling yellow bees.
Oddly the childish underpants seeme big enough for an adult. You were almost happy that Briana was suggesting you’d put them on, as it meant you’d get out of those cold, thick wet Pull-Ups. Of course being excited by the idea of putting on training pants was embarrassing, but not as much as parading around in triple Goodnites under a dress.
You got up more quickly then you perhaps should’ve and Briana made note of your excitement. Your hands ventured under your sun dress to take off your clammy undergarment, but you were stopped by a firm swat on your butt by Briana.
Briana: What are you doing sissy? You’re not removing your Pull-Ups. I just said we need you in those. You’re too much of a heavy wetter to be trusted in just these little training pants. No. I’m only allowing you to put them on, over the Pull-Ups, so you can feel better in pretty panties. Got it? Now lift that dress up for me and put these on.
You remained silent, humiliated by the whole the scene. Gabriella watched you as you obeyed like a good little girl, lifting her sun dress up to reveal her soaked Goodnites as you lift your feet up to put on her cotton training panties.
Briana slid the childish underwear up and had to stretch them out in order to fit them over the bulk of your three Pull-Ups. The sight was ridiculous. Your bottom was now absudly large, with the panties tightening the whole thing together. The Goodnites’ waistbands peeked out of them, doing a poor job at hiding your diapered state.
Kelly: Good thinking Bri! I wasn’t sure if they’d fit but I’m glad Gabby’s got such a big round butt.
Gabby: How can you let them do that to you? Don’t you have any pride?! We’re at YOUR house! Why don’t you do anything?
Kelly: Don’t forget he’s wearing YOUR training pants Gabby. Who had your parents put you in those huh? Do you want me to convince them to keep you in the big diaper you’re wearing? I’m sure you’d look cute at school with them under your tiny gym shorts!
Briana: Yeah Gabby, you’re kind of boring right now, I think you need to shut your mouth.
Brianna opened up a pocket of Kelly’s bag and got a pacifier out of it. She walked over to Gabriella and slipped it in her mouth as the brunette frowned, reluctantly sucking on it.
Briana: If you take it out without permission your diapered butt is in for a spanking. Understand?
Suddenly, Gabriella spat the pacifier in Briana’s face and you watched the babysitter’s content expression quickly turn into rage.
Without warning, you weren’t too sure why, perhaps in an attempt to defend the young woman or maybe it was just the embodiement of the fear you felt shooting through you... You started uncontrollably emptying your bladder.
You: Uh oh...
You were still holding the dress up to your waist as the sound of your pee trickling in the padding of your Pull-Ups replaced the heavy silence in the living room.
