You faced the corner hands on your head. You heard your mom drag a chair into the room and sit down. "A cummy diaper means a hard hairbrush spanking mister"
Earlier that day:
you had messed your diaper pretty badly, as you approached your mom for a change she was wearing a tight dress that really hugged her figure, it also perfectly showed off her large breasts. She inspected you poking and prodding the back of your diaper pushing and expanding the mess in the back of your diaper tutting away as she looked over the damages.
"Hmm seems someone really blowout their nappy huh" she lightly patted the mess again "I only changed you two hours ago and now here you are. When you were a newborn I think I changed you less" you cringed at the comment. "Alright stinky butt let's get you changed, I'm only changing you cause I don't think this can hold anymore.
Now get into your room and lie on the bed, legs up and fresh nappy layed out" she turned you and whapped your butt making you jump a little. You entered your room and grabbed your changing mat layed it out on your bed, you took out your changing supplies like wipes, powder and finally a thick fresh diaper. You layed down and stuck your legs in the air your full Pamper on show you could only wait. Your mom entered the room each step her boobs bounced, she walked over to you putting your legs down and pulling them apart. She gently ran her hand over the front your nappy your penis twitched back at her hand.
"These heavy messings during the day have to stop mister, your room smells like a nursery" she giggled. You couldn't look in her the eye but instead was lost in her large swaying breasts. She popped off the tabs on one side and rusted the nappy making it rub hard against your cock.
"Do you think I want to spend my afternoons wiping down your stinky bottom" she reached for the other tabs her hand once again brushed against the front of the soggy diaper rubbing against your penis. You couldn't take much more the combination of her mature tits and the wet diaper rubbing against set you off. You began to spasm a telltale sign you were about to cum in your diaper right there and then. Your mom noticed this and with a disappointed look in her face she expertly and swiftly tapped the back up the loose side of your diaper. You came hard in your full filthy diaper, a wash of shame came over you.
"I can't even untap your diaper with out you cuming in it. This is beyond pathetic. She stood you up and jostled the front of your diaper "stinky, wet and now cummy. Do I have to start asking your babysitter to start reliving you to make sure this doesn't happen again? I'm very disappointed in you! Face the wall now. You're getting a hairbrushing in that stinky cummy diaper. Then you can sit in it for a while and I might change you if you can control yourself later"
it was the morning and you waddled into the kitchen your little sister Zoe was leaning over the counter wearing the tightest shorts she owned texting on her phone. "Let me guess another crying face for the bed wetting chart squirt?" it was shamefully obvious your over night diaper was soaked and squelched with every footstep. "Ugh mom's out so guess who is on diaper duty."
Your sister walked towards you and picked you up easily like a toddler one hand cradled under your wet diaper the other pushing a pacifier into your mouth not caring if you wanted it or not. You gave out a little shocked squeal as she did so but one sharp spank to your wet padded bum made you settle in looking over her shoulder you couldn't bare to look her in the eye.
She rested her other hand under your diaper "I know mom walks you back to her room but I wanted to see if I could lift you, been doing a lot of work in the college gym lately. Think I will burp you after meals like this too"
You could only pout and cringe at the thought as she lead you towards the changing table in your room. "I wonder how many guys your age are going have their soaking wet diapers changed by their sister this morning, my guess zero."
She settled you down on your changing table you automatically put your legs up in the air knowing the drill, she inspected the damage. Running her hands along your soaking diaper, rubbing it against your cock, poking away at it. "Well you know what wet diapy gets you in the morning" She picked up a wooden spoon beside your change station and started laying in a flurry of spanks, some on the wet paddling others on your thighs.
Before you had time to react she untapped your diaper grabbed you legs and layed into your bare and slightly pink bottom. When done she stopped and flipped you over and your cock slamming and pressing into the wet diaper.
As each spank hit your bottom your cock rubbed against the soaked diaper getting harder and harder. She hit your bottom a few more times then stopped "okay I thinks that's enough looks pretty red and sore". She flipped you back over "wow seems someone enjoyed that a little to much" your dick was hard and throbbing probably from the sight of Zoe in her skimpy shorts and forced diaper humps during the spanking. "Most guys your age are out scoring pussy but my little bro gets a tiny boner from being spanked by his sis... pathetic".
Zoe began changing you into a fresh diaper, wiping you and then powdering you like a helpless baby. "Okay brat looks like your set to go". Finally your change was done the most humiliating task of the morning over. Suddenly Zoe began rubbing the front of your diaper fast. You squirmed a wanting to get off the table but she pressed down on your chest with one hand and kept rubbing with the other. "I wonder how many guys get rubbed off through their diapers by their hot sisters, my guess zero" she giggled as she rubbed you up and down.
You wanted her to stop but it felt so good you started to spasm, with no self control, legs shaking you filled your diaper with the sticky subsidence from instant joy to shame. "Wow less then a minute bro? It's probably a good thing we keep you in diapers cause no girl would want to be with a guy like you." You could only blush as Zoe walked for the door her perfect ass looking tight and toned. "One last thing, mom's going be home in 5 minutes and I'm going tell her you need a change I can't wait to see what she does to you when she sees that have a cummy diaper and not a wet one" she said walking out giggling to herself.
I guess that's what I get for trying lie that my babysitter was my hot date 😩 The only action I got that night was a hard spanking, a change into my thick overnight diapers and a very early bedtime 😭😭
Every time a potential babysitter backs out Mommy sends me screenshots and makes me read them out loud to her as punishment. But it’s not my fault!!! 😖
I’d do terrible, unforgivable things to be in any other position than this.
Don’t act like you wouldn’t, either. You’d be avoiding her too if you were in my position.
I never thought I’d be running off to poop my diaper, desperately hoping the stink wouldn’t give me away.
And yes, I know how childish and infantile that sounds.
Yet here I am.
“Honey, you don’t need to be so shy around me—I’m your babysitter! Poopy diapers are part of the job!”
Babysitter.
I hate having a babysitter. Of all the indignities of my new life, having a babysitter might be the worst.
I mean, how would you feel if your wife hired some random person to come over and watch you?
It’s not fun. Especially when “watching” includes checking and changing diapers.
My diapers.
“I…I wa-wasn’t shy! I just…just didn’t…”
Don’t laugh. You try sounding like an adult in front of her in a poopy diaper. You’d be muttering, too.
“Didn’t want your babysitter to pull back your diapie and find the pushie you left for her?”
Pretty much.
Diaper checks are just so demeaning. Hard to feel like an adult as I’m spun around and feel my diaper pulled back so someone can take a peek.
And it’s not like anyone ever asks me. They just do it. As if I don’t get any say just because I need diapers.
“Y-you don’t need to! I had a…a..accident, Miss Olivia.”
“You certainly did, you lil stinker! Doesn’t get you out of a diaper check, though, silly. I still need to see what I’m dealing with. Go on, turn around, handsome.”
I know what you’re thinking. You’d never let yourself be reduced to this. You would never let her spin you around and check your diaper. You’re not some baby, unlike me.
I’m sure you’d look adorable yelling and screaming like a toddler.
Not me. What’s the point in arguing anyway?
It doesn’t matter what I say or what I do—she will never think of me as an adult.
That ship has sailed.
All I can do is obediently let her check my diaper while I pretend she isn’t the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.
I wish I could say I was used to it. But I’m not—and I don’t think I ever will be.
You don’t just “get used” to having a beautiful woman look at you like this. No different from any of the other actual babies she babysits.
She doesn’t see me as an adult. And she never will.
Until you’ve experienced it, you couldn’t possibly understand what it's like to believe you’re an adult. To have gone to college, have a job, and get married.
But knowing all she sees when she looks at me is an overgrown toddler in desperate need of a diaper change.
All I want is to have someone, anyone, acknowledge that I’m still an adult. Not some helpless baby in a poopy diaper.
“Good thing I checked, kiddo! You’re one wrong move away from a blowout! Let’s get that bummie on the changing table!”
“Hey!”
Ugh, I hate diaper pats.
Especially from her. Having this absolutely stunning woman think so little of me she playfully pats my poopy diaper is unmistakable proof of how she sees me.
You don’t pat someone like that if you respect them. She’d never pat her boss’s butt. That’s reserved specifically for silly babies.
“Sorry, mister, I couldn’t resist! That droopy little tushie was just asking for it!”
I doubt it, but it doesn’t matter what I think.
I don’t know what’s worse. This slow, horrible march to the changing table with her humming behind me while my crinkles sing along.
Or the messy diaper change barreling toward me when I get there.
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