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The Babysitter, Part 74
🕑 Added 2025-03-20 20:31:16 +0000 UTC“You’re very welcome, Miley,” the real Miley said. With Noelle right there, she couldn’t look or sound too smug about all of this, though I didn’t need any hints or subtle expressions to know that she was thoroughly enjoying the results of the ‘mix-up’ she caused.
Knowing better than to push her luck after talking her way into being the one to change my diapers, albeit while supervised, ‘Alyssa’ said that she was going to see what the others were up to. Or, if I had to guess, to tell them all about what just happened.
I knew better than to follow her out there. Even if Noelle allowed another homework break for that, I’d just end up making the story better for everyone by sitting there and blushing through it, or perhaps being asked a clarifying question or two by Miley. Instead, I just awkwardly stood there as Noelle stashed the changing supplies back in her bag, at least giving me the dignity of not leaving them on the counter for anyone who used the downstairs bathroom to see.
The short trip back to the kitchen table was enough to inform me that two cloth diapers were indeed thicker than the doubled disposable ones I had worn before. The bulk between my legs wasn’t quite so bad that I had to waddle, though walking normally was enough for me to feel the padding with every single step. Sitting was almost worse; as I took my spot at the kitchen table, I could tell right away that it was impossible to fully close my thighs.
Admittedly, it was an effective punishment, and a strong motivation to get back to regular underwear. Except that I didn’t need such babysitting methods used on me, when I was more than capable of making it to the bathroom.
For a Saturday evening, things were pretty uneventful compared to everything I had gone through over the course of the afternoon. At some point, Paige invited me upstairs to play more video games, but I had learned my lesson the first time. Instead of making things worse for myself with more one-sided ‘deals,’ I was going to attach myself to Noelle’s hip to the best of my ability and wait it out.
As far as I knew, she was set to leave on Monday morning, though I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant when there wouldn’t be any parents around to greet her. Then again, she showed up when it was just me and Paige, so it wouldn’t be a stretch for her to leave in a similar manner. Plus the combination of Miley and my sister meant they had probably come up with some method of communicating with Noelle as ‘Miley’s parents’ to keep her from learning the truth. Surely a babysitter would have checked in by now, if only to affirm that everything was under control. Any mention of diapers or a sibling would lead to questions and a pretty quick unraveling of the nonsense that Paige had spun.
There were only so many hypotheticals I could think through, and it was hardly worth overthinking all the possibilities. Even if I figured out the truth, Noelle believed me to be a compulsive liar amongst other things; trying to tell her what the other girls were up to would only end badly for me, like I had already experienced a number of times. So I just kept working on Miley’s homework, only really taking a break for a quick dinner. While Paige and company opted for leftover pizza, Noelle decided on something healthier for me and her. She must have forgotten that I hadn’t snacked as much as she did on the back porch earlier, as the salad she made us really wasn’t that filling.
When it was time for bed, at an embarrassingly early time of 9:00 PM, Noelle surprised me with yet another punishment that was tailored to whom she believed me to be. She escorted me up to my bedroom and closed the door behind us, at least giving me some privacy from everyone else. Then she told me that I was going to be supervised for my entire ritual of getting ready for bed.
For starters, that meant stripping down to just diapers below the waist, removing the training bra, and changing into a clean tank top. The light upper layer was true to what I slept in when it was summer, though I was definitely embarrassed to be wearing diapers without anything to hide them. Turns out, the bulky padding being on display was the least of my concerns.
Similar to when Miley changed me, Noelle led me to the bathroom connected to my room and had me lie down on the tile. Because of my current underwear situation, she informed me that this is how things were going to be for at least the next 24 hours. Every time I needed to relieve myself, someone would have to undo my diapers for me, and then pin them back into place afterwards. She at least stepped out of the room and out of sight to allow me to give me a little privacy, though the wide open door meant that she would still hear the audible trickle; as for my modesty, that hardly mattered when dealing with the diapers gave her an eyeful of my crotch that was completely smooth thanks to Paige’s meddling.
When the diapers were snuggly around me again, and I was done brushing my teeth, Noelle gestured for me to get into bed.
“Oh, one more thing,” she said, “If I find you in wet diapers tomorrow morning, you’ll be getting a spanking.” Either she did think I was doing this on purpose, as an extreme form of rebellion, and/or this was just her way of discouraging future accidents with negative reinforcement.
The problem was, the fact that I was hairless down there meant that Paige was almost certainly the reason I had also wet the bed for the first time in my teenage life. And I couldn’t express my concerns about it happening again without it seeming like I was crying wolf.
It was the same reason I bit my tongue about the same two pills Noelle had me take before I climbed into bed. While I did normally take a vitamin every day, I had no idea what the other one was. A sleeping pill would make the most sense, considering what Paige and perhaps one of her friends had pulled off the previous night, but I’d just sound immature and paranoid if I said something about it. All I could do was take my medicine, literally, and hope Noelle was monitoring my room a little more closely this time around.
Noelle turned off the lights as soon as I was settled. “Good night, Miley. Remember, I’ll know if you leave the room.” With that, she closed the door and left me to restlessly toss and turn in the awkward padding for quite some time before I managed to drift off.
