“But Daddy, why tonight?” you whined as your special underwear crinkled while you followed him from the bathroom to the master bedroom.
“Quit being silly. Daddies get to go out every once in a while.”
“But I haven’t seen you all week!”
Daddy finished buttoning his shirt and took a quick look in the mirror before turning to you. “Not true, dear. We had plenty of fun all week. Just because I’m meeting up with some friends tonight doesn’t mean we won’t get to play all weekend. Besides, your babysitter will be here with you, and you guys will have all the fun in the world!”
You huffed. Daddy walked over to you and put his hand on the back of your diaper, giving it a squeeze.
“Ah, I see. You’re fussy because you’re soaked.”
“Daddyyyy,” you whined, bringing your hands up to your face.
“Daddy’s got time for one more diapee change before he has to go,” he said, picking you up and walking into the nursery. “I know, princess, Daddy’s been neglecting you, but this whole weekend we will be together, ok? I promise.”
The doorbell rang as he finished changing your diaper. A babysitter. Yes, you were a woman in diapers, but wasn’t this taking things a bit too far? This play should have just been between the two of you, your “little” secret, and now he’s not letting you home alone?
He picked you up and sat you on your feet, then handed you one of your stuffies before going downstairs and answering the door. You dropped the stuffy and carefully crawled to the edge of the second floor so as not to attract any attention, looking through the railing posts as he opened the door. A pretty woman, younger than you and wearing a backpack, appeared in the threshold. They hugged—hugged!—and Daddy invited her in.
“Sorry, I’m still getting ready,” he apologized to her.
“Not at all,” she replied.
Daddy showed her around and informed her of your routine. You already had your bath today after making pushies earlier this afternoon, so he told her what shows you were allowed to watch, games to play, drinks, and bedtime. He then told her to come upstairs so that she could see the nursery. Spooked, you slowly crawled backwards before getting up and running away into the master bedroom, trying your hardest not to crinkle but failing.
You found a hiding spot in the walk-in closet behind Daddy’s clothes, but not before grabbing the screen to the baby monitor.
“That’s strange, I left her in here,” he said, picking up your stuffy. “I guess she’s being shy and playing a little hide and seek,” Daddy said.
You watched the screen as Daddy pointed out the changing table, your diapers, your favorite stuffy, and how to operate the crib bars. He then pointed at the baby monitor and your heart sank for a moment because they were looking right at you, but then you remembered that they couldn’t see you.
“Do you mind if I bring down a few diapers and changing supplies? I know you said you already changed her, and I’ll probably change her on the table up here for bed, but I like to have a few on hand for any just-in-case situations that might arise,” the babysitter said.
“Not at all. That’s actually a great idea, no wonder you come highly recommended,” Daddy replied. He then walked out of the nursery.
You continued to watch the babysitter on the monitor until the door to the closet opened and you saw Daddy standing there, looking down at you and smiling.
“There you are, princess,” he said, grabbing one of his jackets. He tossed it onto the bed and picked you up, bringing you out into the hall and into the nursery. You blushed crimson as he introduced you to the babysitter, Emma. Emma was not even out of undergrad yet and here you were, a professional woman in a high-paying job, diapered and being held like a baby. Ever the people pleaser, you did your best to say hello despite your profound embarrassment. Daddy slid you down to your feet and patted your diapered bum before going back into the bedroom.
“I know you’re nervous, little one, but there’s nothing to worry about. We’re going to have so much fun tonight, I promise,” Emma said, clipping a pacifier to your collar. She had placed all of the changing supplies in a little tote and topped it off with your bear stuffy, its head popping out and staring at you. She put the pacifier to your lips and you took it, not making eye contact.
“Let’s go downstairs. Take my hand,” she said, extending hers towards you. You took it and walked with her, extremely aware of her figure in her yoga pants and you crinkling with every step in a thick diaper with cartoon designs decorating it. When you got to the steps, she instructed you to hold onto the railing with your other hand and take one step at a time, like a toddler. The whole process took longer, and it humiliated and turned you on beyond belief. She didn’t see you as a capable, mature woman, in fact she never did. This was your introduction to each other, and—embarrassingly for you—you both fell into the roles quite naturally.
You held hands all the way into the living room and she instructed you to sit on the sofa while Emma placed the changing supplies nearby, then went into the kitchen. She returned with a sippy cup full of water for you and a diet soda for herself. Then she went over to the area where you kept your board games, got on her knees, and bent down, sticking her ass out. You weren’t sure if she was doing it on purpose to goad you, but it was working nevertheless.
“Oh, I’ve never heard of this. Can two people play this and have fun?” she asked. Your eyes lit up. It was your favorite board game. You nodded behind your pacifier, still shy.
Daddy came down the stairs looking like a dapper gentleman and grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet.
“Ooh, that’s the princess’s favorite game!” He exclaimed. Emma clapped her hands in excitement. “Money for takeout is on the table. She’s to be in bed by eleven-thirty at the latest. I’ll be home shortly after midnight.”
Emma nodded and gave a salute. It almost made you crack a smile.
“I love you, my sweet girl. I’ll be the first face you see in the morning when you wake up, then we will have all weekend to play,” he said, kissing you. With that, he was out the door.
You were now alone with the babysitter, diapered and exposed. Part of you screamed "be a terror to Emma!" to show Daddy who was boss, but you saw something sweet in Emma’s movements as she began setting the game up. She put on Shrek 2, your favorite Shrek movie, and ordered some food. Pretty soon you were giggling and laughing and playing along with her, and though you wouldn’t admit it to him, it sometimes felt like you were having more fun with Emma than you did with Daddy. Maybe it was because she wouldn’t punish you like he would sometimes, or maybe it was because you could let your guard down and be your cute little self with someone else for change. You didn’t know how someone so young could babysit an adult baby and make it so natural from the jump. It was amazing.
As the evening wound down, you found yourself cuddling under a blanket with Emma on the couch, watching a trashy reality TV show she liked and big girl version of yourself also liked—much to Daddy’s chagrin—when a yawn from you caught her eye. She looked at her watch.
“My my, it’s getting late. Let’s get you ready for bed, little one,” she announced.
You whined and rubbed your eyes, professing that you weren’t tired. She patted your diapered bottom, now quite soggy.
“I know, we are having such a good time. How about this: we go upstairs and brush our teeth and wash our faces, then I change you into your nighttime diaper and we read a bedtime story together in your crib? You don’t have to fall asleep if you’re not tired.”
That sounded like a good idea, so you went up the stairs on all fours, Emma watching your padded tush the whole way up, and got ready for bed. True to her word, Emma brushed her teeth and completed her nighttime routine right alongside you, and pretty soon you were on the changing table. She pulled your shirt off, revealing your boobies and leaving you in nothing but a wet diaper and socks, then gently lay you back and began removing your wet diaper. She was slow and methodical, like a massage for your princess parts. She even warmed up the baby wipes so you didn’t jump at the cold. You knew this was making you sleepier and sleepier, but it felt too good to protest. Pretty soon you were in a fresh diaper. She had you sit up and slid a onesie over your head, then she put the crib gate down and guided you into the bedframe, pushing your diapered bottom up, giving you a boost. Then she hopped up in with you with a book and handed you a bottle and snapped the crotch snaps of the onesie. She read to you, but you fell asleep too quickly after drinking your bottle. Emma smiled at you and gently moved out of the crib, softly raising the bar and grabbing the baby monitor. As she turned off the overhead light, the soft glow of a nightlight filled the room as you slept like a baby.
The reason why Emma was such a good babysitter was revealed when you were fast asleep. Daddy came home after midnight and Emma was watching her TV show, every now and then glancing at you in the crib on the baby monitor.
“How’d it go?” Daddy asked.
“She’s adorable. I’ll babysit her anytime. It was so much fun.”
“Wonderful. I had a feeling it was all going to work out.”
“So,” Emma began. Daddy gestured for her to continue. “My Daddy is on his way to pick me up. Would it be too much to ask if you could get me ready for bed? I have a decent drive home and it’s late.”
Daddy laughed. “Not at all. I understand what a handful it is being a Daddy, so any help I can get I’ll reciprocate.”
Emma smiled and lay down on the couch, while Daddy got the diaper supplies she had brought down earlier. He removed her clothes until she was naked save for her socks, then fluffed up a diaper and put on lotion and powder before expertly taping her up. Then he pulled out a pacifier and a pink onesie out of Emma’s backpack, snapped her in, and clipped the paci to her onesie before throwing her big girl clothes into the backpack. A few minutes later Emma’s phone buzzed.
“My Daddy’s outside,” she said.
Daddy moved into the kitchen while Emma crinkled over to her shoes and put them on. He came back and stuffed some money into the small pouch of her backpack, then patted her diapered butt. They hugged.
“Thank you so much. I may need you again,” He said.
“You’re very welcome, sir,” Emma said, before putting in her paci. Daddy opened the door to see a car idling in front of the house. “I’ll see you later,” she lisped, and ran as fast as she could to the passenger door so no one out this late could catch a glimpse of a girl in a diaper and a onesie. Daddy saw her take out her paci once inside and give her man a big kiss before plopping it back in. They waved to each other one more time, then Daddy closed the door, picked up the baby monitor, and collapsed in his bed, barely taking off his clothes.
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