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Les très grosses fessées de tonton

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the exceptional tight bottom of Abigail Whittaker

[allenswitchman]

A genuine belt whupin, hard and fast

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A belting that won't be soon forgotten.

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i am sooo embarrassed 🙈

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2 Girls Are Paddled Bare For Smoking At School.

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Teen Brandi Spanked for Real Reasons

Ok, this is a long one with lots of pictures and a very detailed account of one of the only spankings I ever administered to a model that had nothing to do with filming content and everything to do with her really be in trouble with me.  This is a detailed account of a video on Spankingteenbrandi.com in which I gave her the spanking and related punishments that she had earned for her real life behavior and did not pay her a penny for the scene.  Due to the length, this entire account is on a separate page, click the “MORE” link to read the entire post.

Brandi from Spankingteenbrandi.com is a very unique model in many different ways, so I thought I would share a little behind the scenes info with you.  First of all, Brandi is truly a gorgeous young lady.  Her legs go on forever, her bottom is one of the best in the industry, and she is truly one of the cutest models to ever enter out studio.

One of the most unique aspects of her work with us, was my relationship with Brandi.  You must understand, that while I love to spank, it is not always an easy job to have.  There are many models that we spank that absolutely hate it, on the other hand there are models that really enjoy it.  Brandi fall somewhere in between, being that she does find some aspects of spanking sexually appealing, but when it really comes down to getting a hard a spanking, she is never very thrilled to be there and for the most part has hated every spanking she has ever received.  It is generally easy to tell on any of our sites which models enjoy being spanked.  The ones that are into the scene usually receive the hardest spankings.  The ones that are just there for a paycheck take as much as they can, but the spankings tend to be a little less severe than the ones into it.  It does create some inner conflict as a spanker to know that you are administering a hard spanking to someone that would rather be anywhere else in the world at that moment.  You have to find a balance between getting good content and respecting the model’s own limits.

For me, and Lady D I would suspect, we never had a problem spanking Brandi full force is most of her scenes, even though this is not what she would have preferred to happen.  The thing is, outside of the studio, Brandi was truly a naughty girl.  She lacked a lot of discipline and structure in her life and clearly should have been under her parent’s guidance for several more years than she was.  When I pulled my belt off to give Brandi and good butt whipping, I never hesitated to lay on the strokes as hard as I could.  She always made the mistake before each shoot of sharing her misadventures from the previous weekend, which made it quite easy to give her a truly real punishment, knowing that her actions had certainly earned her the discipline she was about to receive.  Now I am not saying that it was my place to determine if she was bad and needed to be spanked for her behavior outside of work, I am simply saying that when giving her a hard spanking, it created much less conflict for me because I knew that in some way, she was getting away with a lot of stuff that should have been punished for in the first place.  This is why, for someone who has filmed as many scenes for us, she ended up really crying more than any other model we have ever spanked.

An interesting story that is kind of explained in the member’s area of her site is one that I thought I would elaborate on for you her.  With many models, on many of our sites, we have tried to find ways to incorporate some aspect of real discipline into the scenes.  If a model is late for a shoot, we decide to shoot a scene that day in which they are punished for being late.  These are true, but are still shot just like any other scene in which we discuss with them before hand the spanking, what implement, the position, etc.  On Brandi’s site, we did a whole series in which she really did make a list of many things she got away with when she was a younger teen living with her parents, that over several weeks we gave her the discipline that she felt those situations would have called for at the time.  But there is one scene in particular that I did with Brandi that is the closest I have ever really come to a spanking being non-consensual.

I wanted it to be as real as possible, so I had D go up and setup all of the cameras in the bedroom and just have them start recording before we even started.  Brandi was sent to “her room” and told to sit on the bed and just wait until we were ready to start her punishment.  She was told that D would come in with one of the tickets and they would start the earlier conversation that we had with her, from scratch, so her members would at least know what was going on.  So while the first clip of the scene is a little staged to catch the members up on the true story behind the spanking, everything else was very real.  This scene was no longer about just filming spanking content, it was about me making a very real impression on someone who was messing with my life.  Once D sent her up to the room, we made her wait a long time, much longer than we showed on camera because I know that nothing is worse than sitting around and dreading what is about to happen.  I knew that Brandi was nervous about being spanked by me for this, so I sent D up to get it all started, still making her wait to actually get things started with me.  D called me on the intercom and I decided to delay things further and just told D to get to work on the spanking and that I would up later to finish.  She was punished long and hard that day, and the cornertime that she was made to endure, while holding one of the tickets against the wall with her nose, is probably the longest cornertime a model has ever endured.  I would guess that we maybe showed 10% of it on camera.  After the whole thing was over she told me that she had never been so nervous in her entire life.  When to comes to getting in real life trouble that could lead to a spanking, I think the last person you want deciding your punishment is a spanking producer, who knows very well how to make it as bad as it can be.  Generally, the anticipation prior to a spanking scene and the cornertime after is just to make a good spanking video.  In this case, it was to make a very real point and one that I bet she still remembers to this day.

So, for any of you who have ever questioned it, the picture above is very real, it really is one of the tickets that I ended up receiving in the mail, and her smeared makeup is the result of the tears that flowed that day.  The nervousness she shows in the first part of the video is real, she really was sent to her room and made to wait to be spanked, having no idea what to expect.  Also, as she left the studio that day with a sore butt and no check in her pocket, she had a little bit of a limp that showed her knees were still feeling the effects of the longest amount of time she ever spent kneeling in a corner.

The scene I am describing is titled “Spanked for Parking Tickets”, from the Feb. 10, 2003 update in the member’s area of Spankingteenbrandi.com

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The Peepshow

I was 13 years old, enjoying life, riding my bike everyday and loving every minute of it. I used to ride by a two story house a few doors down every day, the little girl 4 years younger than me waving every time I did. She used to bug me. Her name was Missy, and she was just as annoying as her name was. However, she had an older sister, Stacy, who was the same age I was. She was in my class at school, in fact. We were both in 8th grade, and she wanted nothing to do with me, and I knew that. So I stayed away from her.  I thought she was cute, but she was always pretty bitchy to me, well, to everyone.

She and her sister belonged to a nice family, who used to eat lunch with my family after church each week. Her mom was always trying to give me advice when I didn’t want it, making everything a “life lesson.” I guess that was good for her to be like that, better than not caring at all. Her mom was also pro-spanking, as I found out from eavesdropping, and also by straight spying, that one wonderful day.

I remember Stacy telling that annoying Missy that she was going to be spanked for staying outside too long, and Missy ran home crying. I remember their mom asking my mom if she spanked, one day, mentioning how she believed in its use with her two daughters. But one day I found out just how she practiced spanking.

I was riding my bike by their house one afternoon when I heard yelling. Hearing the voice of Stacy, I couldn’t help but stop and approach stealthily. I didn’t know what they were arguing about, but Stacy was really being a brat. I approached the window, keeping my distance, and saw her mom pointing at a big sheet of paper. I guess Stacy had been calling some teen chat line, the ones that cost a lot of money a minute. Stacy denied it, insulting her mom. I don’t know why, her mom had proof. Stacy was just being stubborn. Her mom stopped, then ordered Stacy to go to her room.

 Unfortunately it seemed over, as I wanted to see her mom get back at that bitchy Stacy, for me. I was about to head off when I saw her mom walk by carrying a paddle. Now I was intrigued. If only I could walk inside and see what happens. Then I realized, the tree! I climbed their tree in their yard, finding a perfect position to look through her window. I was pretty camouflaged in the bushes, so I felt safe. Stacy’s window was open, so I could hear everything, as well as see everything.

Stacy sat on her bed angry. All of a sudden, as I predicted, her mom burst in holding that piece of a paper and a wooden paddle. Stacy moaned

“Mom! No!”

“Stacy, stand up! You didn’t think you’d get off that easy… you’re getting a spanking!”

“Mom…” Stacy protested the best she could, mostly by doing nothing. She stood there whining, her mom staring her down.

“You’ve been a bad girl, first making all those calls after I told you not to, then trying to lie to me, not to mention argue and insult me. Now turn around and bend over… pull your pants down too…”

Stacy sighed and did as she was told, slipping her shorts down to her ankles and bending over.

“Your panties too, Stacy.”

“Mom!”

“Pull them down, now!”

Stacy started pulling her panties down. I was very excited. As her panties went uncovered her bottom, my eyes were drawn to that round and soft looking behind. I always thought Stacy was attractive, and now I was able to see her bare butt. There was something pleasing about seeing her exposed and helpless like that, about to get a spanking like a little kid. That’s Karma, I guess.

Her mom walked over and positioned herself in the paddling position, cocking her arm back, readying that paddle.

“Now, Stacy, let’s get this over with…”

Her mom started spanking her, swinging that paddle over and over. The sound was very loud, sounding like the worst feeling thing ever. You could tell it stung like crazy, as Stacy started crying heavily after the second smack. I was impressed Stacy was able to stay in position so long; she probably was used to it by now, as I could imagine she probably got spanked a lot. Her mom gave her about 6 good swats, then stopped.

“There.” Her mom said.

Stacy was screaming, tears streaming down her face. She stood up holding her bottom, rubbing it and dancing around. I got to see her vagina as she danced in pain, but seeing that I began to feel guilty. Seeing a spanking was one thing, seeing a girl naked without her knowing was another… The show was over. I climbed down and rode away on my bike, crashing into a mailbox as my mind wandered back to the previous event. I guess that’s Karma.

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She’s Not a Little Girl Anymore…Well maybe a little

I was spending the day with the Jamison family, actually, a few days. I was in transition, going from one college to another, and I needed a place to sleep. My parents told me that Nicole Jamison lived out there, and was willing to give me a place to sleep for a couple days. I was very happy to have the opportunity.

Nicole and her husband had been family friends for a while. I had not known them very much. The times I was around them, I remember Nicole being a very conservative, straightforward woman, the kind that gets on your nerves but you don’t quite know why. But she was always friendly, maybe a little stiff, not exactly the life of a party. I asked my parents if Nicole and her husband had any kids. They said that they had a daughter named Danielle, who, by now, was 13 years old.

I arrived at the house and was greeted by Nicole, her warm but stiff smile. I was shown my room. As I walked there, I saw Danielle, who appeared very shy, but a nice looking young lady, having the same warm demeanor as her mother. I got out a book and began reading, once I was settled.

The day went by, awkward situation after awkward situation, trying to grasp the family’s personality. Nicole had no interest in trends, had no interest in what most people call “fun,” had no interest in jokes or even taking things less than seriously. She quoted the Bible more than any person I’ve ever seen, and I was impressed.

The next day came. Still the same stuffy house, but I was happy to have one. I sat on the couch in the family room, conversing with Nicole about college life. She seemed to fake interest, trying to be a good host.  Then things got interesting… All that day Nicole had been pestering her daughter about cleaning her room. My guest room was a mess, so I felt kind of guilty. But I guess this was a rule in their house for their daughter. Nicole seemed a little anal about cleanliness, and just as much about obedience. We were talking on the couch when Danielle walked by.

“Danielle… Did you clean your room like I asked?”

Danielle paused, obviously guilty. “Yes…”

Nicole raised her eyebrows. I knew this was trouble.

“Wait here, Danielle, I’ll go check.”

Nicole got up and left to check. Danielle looked like she was about to cry, her throat in knots and hands behind her back. Nicole came back walking very sternly.

“Nope. Its not clean at all. Do you know what that means Danielle? I warned you many times today, and gave you your final warning last time. And you disobeyed me. You know what that means, Danielle?”

“A spanking?” Danielle lets out hesitantly and shyly.

“That’s right. A spanking.”

Nicole walked over to a chair in the room and sat down, patting her lap with her hand.

“Come on, Danielle, let’s get this over with.”

Nicole was crying by now. Poor girl, I thought. It must be hard having such a strict and uptight mom, not to mention a pro-spanking one. I was surprised that she was going to spank her right in front of me. I felt guilty watching, but I felt guilty getting up and leaving, as it might suggest disapproval with her parenting methods. But she didn’t even seem to notice me, it was like she forgot. Danielle walked towards her slowly.

“Mom, if I clean my room now will you not spank me?”

“No, Danielle. You disobeyed me. You know the rules in this house. If a child disobeys their parents, they need to be punished. And in this house, the punishment is a spanking.”

“Are you gonna spank my bare bottom?”

“Yes.”

“No…” Danielle begins to audibly cry.

“It hurts!”

Nicole, a little impatient, grabs her daughters arm and pulls her in closer.

“Yes, its supposed to hurt. If a child misbehaves, its a mom’s job to teach them to behave by making their bottom hurt by spanking it.”

I was confused. I didn’t see Danielle as a little girl, but in this exchange, she seemed like one. Nicole seemed to be treating Danielle like a child still. But it was odd that Danielle accepted it. I guess if a household functions in a unified manner there’s no harm in it. That’s the way their house worked. I watched as Nicole pulled Danielle’s panties down, very neatly and decisively, bunching them up at the top of her thighs, but exposing her bare bottom completely.

Nicole guided her daughter across her lap, Danielle being very cooperative. I was surprised to see Nicole use the over the knee method for a girl that age, but I guess that’s what they knew in that house. Danielle didn’t seem embarrassed at all. She just prepared herself for the coming pain.

Nicole paused for about 5 seconds, as Danielle was getting more and more nervous. Without saying anything, Nicole gently raised her hand high in the air, forming a flat palm that was bent backwards, aimed for the spanking. I thought this would be a prissy little spanking, hardly effective. But I was wrong. Nicole began the spanking with a bang, making a loud slap on her daughter’s bottom. She relaxed for a second or so, then raised her hand up again, repeating the motion.

The spanking was slow, agonizingly slow. Nicole let the sting last before delivering the next spank. Danielle lay there crying during the entire spanking. This method actually made the spanking very controlled, and I was surprised. It seemed effective. After about 8 swats, it was over.

“Now, what do you say, Danielle?”

“I’m sorry mommy. I disobeyed you and needed to be spanked. Thank you for disciplining me.”

I thought that was bizarre. Danielle had had to learn a certain response. As weird as it was, I guess it was decent parenting. Danielle went to her room and began cleaning. I turned to Nicole, awkward as ever.

“So, do you always spank?”

Nicole looked up, having forgot I existed. “Huh? Oh, yes. We use spanking as the discipline in our household. The Bible says that spanking should be used to correct a child. So we use it for that purpose.”

“Why do you have her bend across your lap? She seems like a big girl? Old, I mean.”

“Well…” Nicole thought for a second. “That’s just the way a spanking is given. I always have done it that way. You place the child across your lap and give them a spanking with the palm of your hand.”

I had to agree, having nothing more to say. I guess households are households, there’s not changing them.

The End!!

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“An Early Morning Spanking”

ood morning everyone. I found this little spanking comic strip in the archive of spanking content on one of my external hard drives and thought I would share it with you guys. It is a great little comic strip done by Zach White. Super well done, it tells a great little story of a girl that gets a spanking before going to school for being overly sassy with her mother.

Well, I won’t drone on for a long time telling you about it, and instead just share it with you!!

Hope you enjoy it!!

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Debbie Spanked in Yellow Dress

This is one of my favorite picture series of all time!! No video to go along with it. Just a great series of photos that show a naughty girl getting disciplined by her strict mother or aunt. Over the knee, hard spanking with a wooden hairbrush…what could be better!!

Enjoy the photos!!

These pictures remind me of when I six years and I was hiding at the bottom of the steps leading to the bathroom at the top of the stairs, I was hiding because i heard uncle talking to my thirteen year old cousin about something that she had been naughty ‘l believe she stole some money’ then I seen him pull her over his lap, he had been sitting at the kitchen table and after he pulled her over he flipped up her yellow skirt and slip and pulled down her white panties which had some kind of ptint design “flowers?”, and then the spanking started she shock fear indignation, tears and after several minutes of spanking and lecturing she just happen too see me. This renew her leg kicking and vocalizing. I immediately went up the stairs to the bathroom. This was the first time i noticed my erection and that feeling in my lower stomach. As i was finishing toilet needs my cousins came stairs giving me a sneering look and asked politely not mention what i had seen to anyone…

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Where it all Began

This has to be one of my all-time favorite spanking letters. Again, featured in that same Woman to Woman Spanking magazine from my last post. This letter is super hot!! I could read it over and over again!!

Told from a girl who had a very strict upbringing, she tells us exactly how her mom punished her. Yes, her mother was the main disciplinarian in her family and she got spanked with long hard bare bottom spankings over her mother’s knees. She paints quite a picture of how her mother spanked her growing up and if that isn’t good enough, she gives us a detailed account of her last spanking at the age of 16. A super embarrassing spanking given to her in the kitchen, while her boyfriend was calling his parents from the living room. So, basically he was able to overhear her entire spanking, and oh how embarrassing that must have been. Read the spanking letter for yourself for all the juicy details.

Now, if the letter had ended after that account, it would be hot enough already. But there is another, equally hot story that this girl tells us about. This time she was the one doing the spanking. At the age of 19, she became a supervisor at a fast food restaurant. She catches one of the employees giving away free food to her friends. She was well within her rights to report this girl and get her fired. But that was not what she did. Any guesses as to what she did? Well, this is after all a spanking letter, so I am sure you can probably guess. She gave the female employee another option, a spanking from her, and nothing would get reported to management. She reluctantly took that option and gets quite the spanking from her supervisor.

I find it super interesting how this girl that hated her own spankings growing up, would get a bit of enjoyment and perhaps even pleasure from spanking this female employee. Regardless, this letter is super hot and I hope you will all enjoy it!!

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A Real Mother/Daughter Spanking Witnessed

I wanted to share this spanking letter with you guys.  This is one of my absolute favorite spanking letters.  As many of you may know by now that I love spanking stories and true accounts told from a witnesses perspective.  So, this letter hits all the right notes as one of the hottest spanking letters I have ever read!!

I won’t give too much away and just let you read it for yourself, but suffice it to say that it is very easy to picture this scene in your mind of a young teenage boy watching a very pretty girl that he had a crush on getting a very sound spanking from her angry mother.  This stuck with him for his entire life, and even though he was writing this letter as an older man, the details are as clear as day and it is evident how powerful the memory was for him.  Can’t say I blame him!!  If I had witnessed anything as exciting as what he describes, I think I would also be able to recall every small detail!!

Michelle getting a hard spanking from her angry mother!!

The spanking goes on and on and on!!

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Girlfriend tells her boyfriend about her childhood spankings

From the Woman to Woman Spanking archives here comes another spanking letter for you guys. This was from one of the first Woman to Woman Spanking magazines that I purchased. After purchasing this one single spanking magazine, I was hooked, it was amazing!! Simply breathtaking, it was more exciting than the best spanking videos out there. That is no offense to all the spanking producers out there, it is just that there is something super exciting about this lost media. Reading true stories and fictional ones is super exciting!! One can easily picture it in their minds!! This letter is a fun read to be sure!! Told from a boyfriend’s perspective, he tells of how his girlfriend was spanked by her mother until the age of 24 and she hated being spanked. Unfortunately these experiences over her mother’s knees left her pretty cold to the idea of getting a spanking from her boyfriend. That being said, she did indulge him in other ways by sharing these childhood spankings with him, knowing that it turned him on just to hear about these childhood spankings. She even would play along by using her childish voice and mimic her cries for her mother not to spank her, all while she was being intimate with her boyfriend. So, while she didn’t want to be spanked again (which is somewhat understandable), she did allow herself to have some fun with past memories, knowing how much it turned on her boyfriend. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this spanking letter as much as I did:

[diapergirlstories]

Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter One:

My name is Alexis. Up until 3 weeks ago, I’ve always been the hottest girl at my high school. Arguably, I still am, but just not dressed or treated as the regular 18 year old and almost senior that I am. I’m 5’2 with a petite body, brunette hair, with perfectly perky breast and piercing brown eyes and have, what I considered to be, the perfect ass.

I know what you want to ask… why are you dressed like a toddler, wearing a diaper, with stuffed animals laying around me? It’s a good question, and one that I honestly have asked myself these past three humiliating weeks.

So here is how I got here…

You see, I have a baby brother named David who I don’t much prefer to babysit, despite my parents insisting and even offering me money. Since my parents both work a lot, obviously they had to have someone.

Rather than doing the traditional thing and hiring a female to babysit, they hired our next door neighbor named Steve who is two years younger than me, a Sophomore. Since it was summer time and my parents planned to be gone a lot, he would be around quite a bit.

I’ve always known that Steve had a crush on me, frequently texting me, trying to start a conversation, or asking if we could hang out. I always suspected that was the reason he took the job to babysit my younger brother so he could be around me more. But maybe that’s just me being over confident, which I am in no position to be now.

Anyways, I was glad that it wasn’t me doing the babysitting, but what I didn’t like was that I never knew when he was around which was particularly troubling given my little secret.

So, I’ve always intermittently been a bedwetter, and within the last 4 months it had pretty much become 2 or 3 nights a week, with some weeks even being 4 or 5. Unbelievably embarrassing I might add.

It didn’t help that I also had a terribly small bladder, which forced me to always stay close to a restroom, especially when out drinking.

Unfortunately I can’t say that I haven’t had a drunk night that ended up with me looking like a hot mess in wet jeans. Again, extremely embarrassing but luckily I had always been able to escape a crowd and avoid the tremendous embarrassment.

My mom was obviously tired of washing my sheets all the time so the inevitable happened and poof, say hello to Alexis, the 18 year old that still wears pull-up diapers to bed. 😭

So, with Steve always being around and me being diapered at night, I had to make sure I was careful not to let my guard down. Luckily my parents are pretty well off and we live in a rather large house so it’s fairly reasonable for multiple people to be at the house and not see each other.

However, as you can imagine, that’s hard to do on a regular basis. One particular day, I woke up with yet again, an unsurprisingly wet diaper.

I got up and threw some jeans on but made the mistake of not changing out of my wet diaper.

While making some cereal, I hear someone walk in, which I assumed (🤦🏻‍♂️) was my mom or dad.

“Hey Alexis!” I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t know you were here. Where are my parents?” I quickly replied, trying to not bring attention to the obvious all the while my face turned all kinds of red.

“They are both at a business conferences or something and left yesterday. I don’t think they’ll be back for a couple of days”

“Oh okay, well see you later!”

“… okay, bye.” Steve said sheepishly looking on as Alexis scurried away.

There was almost no chance he didn’t notice I was wearing a diaper given my diaper was sticking out of the hem of my jeans and the fact that my diaper (I die a little inside admitting that it’s MY diaper 😩) was wet and sagging heavily.

I hurried back to my room, my heart racing and checks burning at the reality of him potentially learning my embarrassing secret.

Crap crap crap, I thought to myself as I quietly panicked as I got back to my room. I quickly removed my… ugh, my, diaper and threw it in the trash and put on my panties and yoga pants.

After finishing my breakfast in my room, I got ready and went to go work out and then hang out with my girlfriends.

Throughout my workout, I couldn’t stop replaying the scene from that morning. Steve, a boy younger than me and who has always had a crush on me, seeing me as if I were an immature 4 year old still dependent on diapers to keep from wetting herself instead of the hot, sexy teenager that I am, or was depending on how you look at it.

Later that night, I took advantage of the fact that my parents were out of town and went to a party with my best friend, Lauren, which was exciting because a boy that I’ve always liked and have recently been hanging out with named Taylor was going to be there.

I’ll be there first to admit that I am somewhat of a light weight when it comes to drinking, so it was easy for me to end up being the drunk girl at a party, which was more or less what ended up happening that night.

Of course, when I drink I have to be leery of the fact that my bladder control issues force me to be intentional about visiting the bathroom often to avoid an embarrassing scene.

However, the more I drink, the more difficult that intentional effort becomes. Luckily, I was able to avoid any accidents before being driven back home by Lauren.

Not surprisingly, when I arrived home, Steve was still there babysitting my little brother who he had put down earlier, but to my surprise, Steve was still awake.

Being more than a little tipsy dulled the embarrassment of seeing him again after our little run-in that morning.

“Hey Alexis, how was the party?”

“Umm good, how’d you know where I was?”

“Well I knew that what’s his name was throwing a party and I can only assume that’s where you were given that it’s 1:00am”

Damn, he’s not as dumb as he looks.

“Oh, it was good. How was your day?”

“Good, just looking after the little one.”

“Cool, well, see you later.”

“Want to watch some TV or something?” Steve offered in yet another attempt to hang out with her.

“Thanks but I need to go to sleep.”

“Okay” Steve defeatedly responded.

I went up to my room and reluctantly applied baby powder (and only because I have to to avoid diaper rashes 🙃) and put on my pull-up, t-shirt, and shorts.

After watching TV for 30 minutes, a large cramp hit my stomach. I got up to use my bathroom but realized I didn’t have any toilet paper.

‘Shit!’ I quietly said aloud. I’m going to have to go down stairs, I nervously thought to myself.

I quietly began to walk down stairs. Luckily the TV was off which meant Steve was most likely already asleep. It was deafeningly quiet which made it increasingly difficult for me to remain quiet, which meant slowly walking down the stairs. But my time was quickly running out as I felt a second cramp hit.

‘Damnit I shouldn’t have ate that Mexican food today’ I blurted out before covering my mouth remembering to be quiet.

I finally reached the bottom of the stairs before hearing keys in the front door turning, which startled me, but before I could hide, my parents walked through the door.

“Mommy and daddy! Y’all are home early!” I exclaimed when they walked through the door, temporarily allowing me to forget my potentially compromising situation.

“Hey Alexis! Yeah, we decided to come back early.”

My mom paused for a second while analyzing the situation.

“Why are you up so late…? And why isn’t your car in the driveway?”

“Uhh I was just going to the bathroom. I’m out of toilet…”

A third cramp hit my stomach, and this time, much more intense.

“Alexis, have you been drinking tonight? I smell alcohol on your breath.”

“No, I don’t know what you’re…”

I tried to escape this potentially extremely embarrassing situation and make it to the bathroom before my mom grabbed me.

“Alexis, where do you think you are going young lady?”

As she grabbed me, it happened. I felt like such a baby… there I was, the most sought after girl in school and yet, I stood there as my battle to remain an adult was lost and I began to mess and wet my diaper despite being an 18 year old adult. I cringed as I felt the poop quickly fill the seat of my diaper, which continued to expand, humiliatingly affirming my infantile appearance.

My mom couldn’t believe what she was witnessing, even being surprised at the words that came out of her mouth next.

“Ugh, you stink…” my mom commented as my lost battle became not only visibly apparent, but regrettably smellable as well.

At this point, I didn’t think things could get any worse, but I was very wrong.

As I began to stand back up, still fighting to hold the remaining contents of my bowels from escaping into my already dirty diaper, I looked up to find a terrifying truth.

“Hey guys…” Steve annoucned.

Steve saw everything. Not just the casual comments that insinuate that diapers aren’t a new occurrence for me, but neither is using them.

Then my dad speaks up.

“Well I knew we had one toddler that we needed a babysitter for but I didn’t know we needed one for two.”, he laughed. “Steve, you’ve been underpaid!” He joked.

The embarrassment was almost unbearable until my mom preceded to pull down my shorts to reveal my now dramatically sagging and smelly dirty diaper💩

“Yep, she messed her diaper.” My mom declared in a surprised tone as she observed my dirty diaper infront of the onlookers witnessing my regression from adulthood. As if it couldn’t get any worse, I involuntarily let out a fart before releasing the remaining contents of my bowels, pushing my diaper to its limits of expansion, and further sagging heavier.

I blushed as I acknowledged all the times I remembered my 2 year old baby brother’s dirty diapers sagging, and yet at 18 years old, I was no different.

“Steve, will you go to the nursery and get a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a diaper please.” My mom asked.

Steve was in utter shock, but kind of found the situation comical.

The girl that he has had a crush on for the longest time had just done the unthinkable. Yes, he had thought that he saw a diaper sticking out of the hem of her jeans that morning but he wasn’t sure. Now, he watched as she had gone from the girl of his dreams to the likeness of her infantile little brother that he had been babysitting.

“Sure…” Steve reluctantly said as the familiar smell of a dirty diaper became stronger. He reacted by cringing and crinkling his nose which only added to Alexis’ embarrassment.

My mom surprised me by lifting me up under my arm pits as she would my little brother.

I wanted to cry. In fact, I was fighting back tears attempting to avoid adding to the appearance that I was no better than my baby brother who I was 16 years older than!

She laid me down on the floor before Steve returned with the supplies. Of course I protested the entire thing which unfortunately fell on deaf ears.

But who was I kidding? OF COURSE I looked like I needed diapers. Wetting the bed had become the norm rather than the exception and now I had further regressed myself and messed my diaper, in front of people, no less.

“Thanks Steve. Whew, she sure does smell doesn’t she? I thought her baby brother’s dirty diapers were bad.” My mom announced as she slid the changing mat underneath my bottom.

I could’ve melted from the embarrassment. There I laid on my back in front of Steve, a boy that I have found every way to ignore for years despite the fact that he likes me, or maybe liked me now, as well as my mom and dad, in just a t-shirt and dirty diaper awaiting my first diaper change since I was a biological toddler.

My mom began tearing the sides of my diaper while everyone looked on. The mixed smell of baby powder and dirty diaper filled the room causing everyone to cringe.

Steve was unsure of what to do while he stood by, but couldn’t bring himself to leave the room as he almost found Alexis’ predicament rewarding given how many times he had been shot down by her. Now the tables had turned, instead of him being the one chasing after her, there she lay on her back awaiting a diaper change, ‘a diaper change!?’ he announced almost as a question but with a hint of amusement in his mind.

He couldn’t help but replay all of the times that she had rejected him for one reason or another which brought him some contentment given that she was being regressed before his eyes. He now had an unquestionable advantage over her, but his train of thought was again interrupted by the staunch smell of her dirty diaper.

My dad chimed in, “Steve, looks like you have another little one to look after.”

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle which only added to Alexis’ embarrassment which she couldn’t imagine getting any worse, or could it?

Chapter 2

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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2:

Steve walked to his car still pondering the events that had transpired that evening. His decision to babysit Alexis’ toddler little brother, David, had led him to an unexpected position. 

While he originally chose to accept the job as an opportunity to interact with his longtime 18 year old, 5′2″, petite, brunette, popular, and undeniably gorgeous crush, little did he know, he had been babysitting one toddler with another in close hiding. 

Despite the fact that he was only 16 years old and comparatively, by all accounts, on the lower end of the social food chain, he had just witnessed Alexis be reduced to nothing more than that of her two year old little brother. 

As he began to drive home, he reminisced when he first saw her walking down the hall with all of her hot friends. She was untouchable, independent, and witty. In contrast, the last two days she had been diapered, dependent, and nothing more than a petulant stinky toddler.

He remembered looking up her Instagram when he first saw her, scrolling through her pictures and affirming that she was as gorgeous as he thought.

He arrived home and quietly went to his room and got in bed. He pulled up her Instagram once again and scrolled through her pictures with the knowledge that her former social persona now greatly differed comparative to the last 48 hours.

Before going to sleep, he couldn’t help but replay the surprising events of the day. 

He had woken up early that morning to attend to David. He knew that Alexis would sleep in and when he thought he heard her coming down the stairs, he walked into the kitchen to attempt a conversation. 

As he walked in, he found Alexis making herself breakfast. His eyes began to wonder, noticing something white peaking out of the hem of her jeans.

“Hey Alexis!” Alexis jumped, startling Steve which quickly made him reconsider attempting a conversation. 

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t know you were here. Where are my parents?”

Steve noticed she was embarrassed, especially given the shade of red her face turned, but wasn’t exactly sure why. Nonetheless, it was refreshing to see her in such a vulnerable position considering she was usually so unapproachable. 

“They are both at a business conference or something and left yesterday. I don’t think they’ll be back for a couple of days.”

As he was speaking, he could see Alexis was planning her exit strategy. 

“Oh okay, well see you later.” Alexis conspicuously responded while walking away, attempting to conceal the hem of her jeans, making Steve allthemore curious.

“… okay, bye.” Steve reluctantly responded.

As the day wore on, he continued to wonder what it was that he had seen. His first thought was that she was simply embarrassed due to the possibility of her panty line being exposed. However, the puffy white material that was sticking out of the hem of her jeans was anything but.

Steve began to wonder, “Was that a… no, there’s no way.” Steve said to himself. “Her butt did look bigger than it usually did, though. Almost like she was wearing… a diaper?” Steve quickly shook the thought, acknowledging the improbability that an 18 year old such as her would be wearing a diaper.

Then, he remembered a time that someone mentioned that Alexis had been at a party and abruptly left. One rumor was that she had peed herself, but no one seemed to believe it considering the aura that surrounded Alexis. 

Steve knew there was a party that night, and a quick look at Instagram confirmed she was there. Given his encounter with her that morning and her rumored accident, he decided to stay up until she got home. 

Steve had fallen asleep on the couch before he heard a car pull up in the driveway. He heard distant voices which he figured to be Alexis and her friend, Laruen. 

Given the obnoxious nature of the conversation they were having, Steve figured it was likely that Alexis was tipsy, which he believed could afford him the opportunity of a conversation.

As she walked in, Steve tried to play it cool. 

“Hey Alexis, how was the party?”

“Umm good, how’d you know where I was?” Steve was caught off guard, not considering the stalker-status appearance of his question. 

“Well I knew that what’s his name was throwing a party and I can only assume that’s where you were given that it’s 1:00am”

“Whew, close one”, Steve thought to himself as Alexis’ expression changed from curiously unpleased to just shy of impressed. 

“Oh, it was good. How was your day?” Steve was pleasantly surprised that she offered the question. 

“Good, just looking after the little one.” Steve responded, kicking himself for not being able to come up with something better, as he noticed Alexis beginning to move towards the stairs. 

“Cool, well, see you later.” Steve quickly began to think of something to say to keep the conversation going. 

“Want to watch some TV or something?” He offered in a last ditch effort to keep the conversation going. 

“Thanks but I need to go to sleep.” Alexis responded as she began to make her way up stairs. “Worth a shot…”, Steve defeatedly thought to himself.

After turning off the lights and TV, Steve scrolled through his social media feeds before falling asleep on the couch. 

Not long after, he was awoken by the sound of someone slowly descending the staircase. Soon after, he heard a car door shut outside. He slowly opened his eyes only to find what appeared to be the silhouette of Alexis, tiptoeing down the stairs. 

He stayed quiet, not wanting to give away the fact that he was awake. Then, all at once, Alexis’ parents walked through the door, turning on the light, illuminating the beautiful brunette in her skimpy nighttime attire.

Alexis excidedly greeted her parents, who then began to question the whereabouts of her car as well as her likely outings of the night. All the while, Steve lay quietly, squinting enough to see what was occurring while continuing the facade that he was asleep.

Seeing Alexis in her nighttime attire, which was nothing more than skimpy athletic shorts and a short t-shirt, reminded him just how downright hot she truly was.

However, as Alexis and her parents continued to talk, he was finally able to see clearly and noticed the appearance of the same underwear that Alexis had been wearing the previous morning.

His attention was so encapsulated by his curiosity that he had missed the contents of the conversation that was taking place, but his attention was quickly regained when Alexis’ mother authoritatively grabbed her daughter’s arm. “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Before Alexis could respond, she grunted in apparent pain, clutching her stomach and bending over.

Steve contemplated announcing himself when a familiar smell became apparent. With the only toddler being asleep on the other side of the house, the distinct smell of poop and baby powder only left one likely culprit.

Alexis’ mom quickly remarked, “Ugh, you stink…” Steve laid there stunned as the smell became increasingly prevalent, and given the expression on Alexis’ face, it was now obvious that she was the culprit.

With his mind racing, he tried to piece together the fact that he had just witnessed Alexis poop her pants. But what he couldn’t understand was the additional smell of baby powder.

“The poofy white underwear, the rumeroed accidents…” Steve was putting the pieces together.

He quickly realized that enough time and conversation had passed that he needed to announce himself. 

“Hey guys…” Steve groggily said, acting as though he had just woke up.

Alexis’ face was a shade of red he didn’t know was possible.

As if the situation couldn’t escalate any further, Alexis’ mother proceeded to pull down her skimpy athletic shorts to reveal what Steve had suspected. Alexis, an 18 year old hottie, was securely diapered, which at the moment appeared decidedly befitting, given the smell that continued to permeate through the living room.

Alexis stood there in only a t-shirt and dirty diaper, unsure of whether she should attempt to hide her embarrassment or attempt to hide a diaper that was now unfortunately apparent through multiple sensory abilities. 

The time to hide was no longer, and the fact that her diapered status was now exposed to a younger boy that she knew had long had a crush on her despite her disinterest was exceptionally humiliating.  

“Yep, she messed her diaper.” Her mother declared.

Steve couldn’t begin to fathom the sight before his eyes; a dirty diaper wasn’t something that he was unaccustomed to given his babysitting responsibilities; no, it was the fact that Alexis, an 18 year old bombshell was not only wearing a DIAPER, but wearing the humiliation of an unpleasant smell that most wouldn’t even expect from a 5 year old. 

He continued to watch in amazement as Alexis again clutched her stomach, now with nothing to hide her shame. The audible sound of a muffled fart escaped in her already dirty diaper, which in any other case, would warrant new underwear. The expression on Alexis’s face displayed the unquestionable effort she was exerting to keep any dignity she may have left.

With yet again another muffled fart, everyone in the room knew what would happen next. She started to make a run for the bathroom before a final involuntary push began to fill the seat of the 18 year old girl’s diaper. It slowly began to sag even further as she proceeded to mess her diaper for an embarrassing second time within minutes. 

“Steve, will you go to the nursery and get a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a diaper please?”, asked Alexis’ mother. 

Steve was astonished at the request, despite the obvious need for one, it meant a diaper change was imminent. But not just any ordinary diaper change, but one for the girl that has long eluded the possibility of even a simple conversation, much less a date. 

He acknowledged the request and began to retrieve the necessary items while he watched her mom prepare for, what he could only imagine, would be her first diaper change in 16 years. 

When he returned, he found the girl he had longed to go on a simple date awaiting an event no different than that of her two year old brother. Alexis made a few failed attempts to dissuade what ensued, which only continued to add to Steve’s amusement of the situation.

Her mother, who was visibly frustrated by the actions of her former adult daughter of 18 years of age, now effectively regressed to toddler status. She proceeded by involuntarily adding to the embarrassment. 

“Thanks, Steve. Whew, she sure does smell doesn’t she? I thought her baby brother’s dirty diapers were bad.”

Steve reluctantly continued to watch the situation unfold. To his surprise, her parents didn’t ask him to leave despite the fact that an 18 year old of the opposite sex was being undressed before his eyes, for a very needed diaper change, no less.

As Alexis’ mother tore the sides of her diaper, Steve realized that the diaper he grabbed was a Pampers diaper which were for her little brother. 

Steve contemplated reminding her, but stopped as his curiosity peaked. “David is pretty big…”, he thought, remembering Alexis’ mother mentioning that they had to get the biggest size of Pampers available, which he recalled being a rare size 8. 

As her dirty diaper was removed, the smell intensified, provoking an array of embarrassing comments from her parents. Her mother rolled up the diaper just as she would for her two year old son.

“Can you toss this in the diaper ben, please?” She asked Steve. 

Alexis lay on her back in the middle of her diaper change, absorbing each increasingly embarrassing moment after the other, but the thought of Steve being tasked to throw away her messy diaper brought her to her breaking point, causing tears to form in her eyes.

Steve carefully accepted the diaper, attempting to avoid getting Alexis’ “accident” on him. As he opened the diaper ben, he took notice of the fact that it wasn’t that full, remembering that David had been making progress towards being potty-trained, which caused him to chuckle at the contrast between David and Alexis, now both moving in two dramatically different directions despite their large age difference.

When Steve returned, Alexis’ mother was taping up the Pampers diaper with surprising ease, “Ha, who knew our 2 year old’s diapers would fit so perfectly on our 18 year old.” she remarked with a slight tone of both amusement and frustration.

Steve almost laughed at the reality that Alexis was so petite that she easily fit into diapers only appropriate for toddlers. He settled for a slight grin, unsurprisingly unwelcomed by Alexis. Steve could only imagine that she wanted to scream at him, but such an immature action would only confirm her regressive status, especially given her current freshly diapered state and former dirty diaper state. 

Alexis’ mother picked her up by her armpits with surprising ease and put her on her shoulder. “Thanks, Steve. Sorry for the trouble. Since it’s so late, why don’t you go ahead and stay here tonight - we will both be going to a local conference tomorrow so if you can, we’d like you to babysit again.”

Before Steve could respond, Alexis’ father interjected, “And obviously we need a babysitter for more than one toddler.” he laughed, as Alexis buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, attempting to hide her shame whilest being carried upstairs to her room.

“… okay, sounds good.” Steve responded hesitantly, surprised by the posture that both Alexis’ parents were taking with the events that had transpirered. 

“Goodnight”, Alexis’ mother said as she disappeared upstairs with her newly regressed 18 year old daughter.

Alexis’ father grabbed his wallet and pulled out some cash which he handed to Steve. 

“Thanks.” Steve responded, as he took the cash, he frowned as he realized it was more than what they usually paid him. Steve started to hand some of the money back before Alexis’ father politely gestured the ‘stop’ signal with his hand, “It’s for tonight and tomorrow, plus looking after Alexis.”

Steve fought to hide the surprised look on his face. 

“Hey, you deserve it kiddo. We’ve been dealing with Alexis wetting the bed for a long time now. So tonight confirmed that she can’t be a real adult.” 

“Ah, I see. Well, thank you.” Steve responded, thinking to himself how pissed Alexis would be if she knew the information her father had so freely provided.

Steve retreated to the guest room where he lay in bed replaying the long day in his head before falling asleep. 

The next morning, Steve got up and attended to David before falling asleep on the couch. He awoke to the sound of Alexis’ father making breakfast all the while Alexis and her mother quickly walked out of the door.  

Steve quickly got up and went into the kitchen, “Where are they headed?” Steve asked as he yawned. 

“Headed to the store for supplies. I’ll have some breakfast for you shortly if you’d like some.”

“That would be great, thank you.” Steve replied, curious noless as to what “supplies” they were going to the store for. 

Awhile later, he heard Alexis and her mother quietly walk in. They went into the living room where he heard the familiar crinkle of a diaper. Not wanting to unnecessarily intrude, he remained in the kitchen until Alexis’ mother called for him. 

As he walked in the living room, Alexis’ mother greeted him with a smile. As she began to speak, she gestured to Alexis. Steve turned and found Alexis laying facedown on the couch, clad in nothing but a toddler-style onesie with crotch snaps that did little to hide the Pampers diaper that was sticking out from the sides. 

“I just changed her wet diaper. She couldn’t even stay dry for a short trip to the store.” her mother said condescendingly.

“We are headed out. If she gives you any trouble at all…” her mother, quickly turned to Alexis to confirm her seriousness, “... you tell me immediately and it will be handled.” She again looked at Alexis firmly before speaking to her, “If you misbehave or disobey Steve in anyway, you can count on this punishment being much worse.”

Alexis obiendiently nodded, which came as a surprise to Steve, but before he could gather his thoughts, Alexis’ mother interjected by laying out the “ground rules” for Alexis to Steve.

“So the bathroom is off limits for Alexis.” She paused, “Not that that matters anyway since she can’t keep her diapers dry… or clean for that matter.” Alexis’ face again burned red. She began to comprehend that Steve would not only be babysitting her, but the likelyhood existed that he would eventually have to change her diaper.

“Yes ma’am, got it.” Steve responded while still attempting to grasp this crazy reality.

“Great!” Her mother said before putting a pacifier in her daughter’s mouth and handing her a couple of toys.

He again looked at Alexis, shocked at the reality before his eyes. He was now responsible for babysitting the girl of his dreams.

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Alexis & The Babysitter

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Alexis couldn’t even fathom the weight of the embarrassment that she was currently being subjected to.

Laying on her back, receiving a diaper change whilst her little brother’s babysitter, Steve, stood nearby observing her demotion to diaper dependency.

The smell of her dirty diaper serving as a constant reminder, she zoned out for a moment, longing to retrieve the former adulthood she had so quickly lost. Memories flashed through her head of all the times she was independent, hanging out with all of her friends, catching the eyes of all the boys in every room.

She now shuttered at the thought of any boy seeing her in the pathetic state she was currently in. She was quickly snapped out of her train of thought when she felt the cold baby wipes that her mother was using to clean her messy bottom.

“Can you toss this in the diaper ben, please?” My mother asked of Steve, turning my face a shade of red that hadn’t yet been achieved.

Alexis watched as she lay on her back as Steve carefully accepted Alexis’ dirty diaper, his precise acceptance serving as an undeniable reminder of the infantile act she had deposited into it.

“How has it come to…this?” Alexis thought to herself with anguish as her mother began applying a liberal amount of baby powder that did little to mask the prevailing smell of the dirty diaper that her mother had just removed.

“Steve, looks like you have another little one to look after.” My dad jokingly chimed in. His words cut through my pride like a sharp knife.

It was difficult enough to wrap my head around the events that had transpired to lead me to this point, much less the potential of a younger boy who’s served as my baby brother’s babysitter being awarded the responsibility of babysitting me.

As if it couldn’t get any worse (which I couldn’t have began to imagine), I look up to find my mother unfolding one of my little brother’s Pampers diapers.

“There’s no way that will fit me!” Alexis defiantly thought to herself as her mother lifted her bottom and slid the baby diaper underneath her, serving as another definitive reminder of her undeniable regression.

Alexis’ previous declaration was quickly proven wrong as her mother easily taped up the Pamper, surprisingly and embarrasingly easily. “It’s not even tight!? What the hell?!” She thought, as her mother began to remark.

“Ha, who knew our 2 year old’s diapers would fit so perfectly on our 18 year old.”

Alexis acknowledged her mother’s tone, filled with an embarrassing hint of amusement and certain frustration at the fact that her daughter had just become the 2nd toddler of the household.

The comment frustrated me to my whits end, but the involuntary grin that formed on Steve’s face made my blood boil. “Who does he think he is?!” Alexis thought as she quickly returned to the reality that she lay in front of Steve, minutes after a diaper change that’s aroma still lingered in the room.

My mother picked me up by my armpits, placing me on her chest with my head on her shoulder like I had so often seen her carry my toddler little brother.

“Thanks, Steve. Sorry for the trouble. Since it’s so late, why don’t you go ahead and stay here tonight - we will both be going to a local conference tomorrow so if you can, we’d like you to babysit again.” I barried my face into my mother’s shoulder, hoping that this would all go away if I didn’t see it.

Her comments immediately gave me anxiety as the implication of Steve sticking around suggested this wasn’t the last embarrassing moment I would be subjected to.

Before Steve could respond, Alexis’ father interjected, “And obviously we need a babysitter for more than one toddler.”

“… okay, sounds good.” Steve responded with surprise and hesitation.

My mother began carrying me upstairs as my head remained barried in her shoulder.

“Goodnight” my mother enthusiastically stated as we continued up the stairs.

As we arrived in my room, my thoughts began to race, wondering what conversations ensued after our departure.

My mom laid me in my bed, tucking me in for the first time since I was an actual child.

“I was unaware my 18 year old daughter was so much more like her little brother!” She said condescendingly as if talking to an infant rather than an adult.

“Mom! It was just an accident!” Alexis frantically pleaded her case, “It was my stomach! It was just upset from dinner…”

“Now now sweetheart, you’ve had quiet a few accidents at night recently too. I’ve noticed more than a few wet diapers in the trash lately…”

Alexis quickly corrected her mother, “They’re not diapers!” Before Alexis could continue her defensive and embarrassing classification of her nighttime underwear, her mother softly chuckled.

“Whatever you’d like to call them sweetie.” Alexis began to realize how childish she must have sounded.

“Babies have accidents all the time sweetheart.” Alexis face remained crimson red with embarrassment, noting that her mother was implying that she was nothing more than a toddler.

“But the bigger concern is the alcohol that was on your breath tonight, young lady.” Alexis was speechless as she knew her mother’s distain for underage drinking.

“So these…” her mother pointed at Alexis’ Pamper, “Will certainly serve two important ‘P’s’, Protection & Punishment”

Alexis’ mother quickly noticed the petulant frown that appeared on her newly regressed 18 year old daughter’s face.

“We will discuss this more in the morning.” She stated, as Alexis didn’t know what to say.

Her mother left the room and Alexis was left to contenplate the worrisome day that awaiting her in the morning. The utter embarrassment had, however, zapped her of any energy she had left to stay awake, quickly falling asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to my mother coming in my room and pulling the bed covers off of me, letting out a tired groan of frustration. As I moved to regain the comfort of my bed covers, the crinkle of my diaper reminded me of the night that had transpired.

“Morning sweetheart. Let’s check that diaper of yours.” She remarked as she felt the front of my diaper. “Not too bad, actually.” She stated with an embarrassing tone of surprise.

“Get dressed, we need to go to the store.” She said as she handed me some yoga pants and a shirt.

“... and those…” She stated as she pointed at my infantile underwear, “…remains on. Can’t have you having any accidents on your clothes now can we?”

My head spinning, both from the alcohol I consumed the night before and my thoughts racing as to the idea that I was about to be forced to go outside attempting to conceal a wet diaper.

After she left, I put my yoga pants, examining the fact that it did little to hide my embarrassing secret.

I quickly began contemplating taking the diaper off. “Crap, if I do that she’ll know I’m not wearing it and make a scene.” Then I had a thought.

“Or I could just put on a pull-up. At least it would be dry…” Alexis continued to battle the turmoil in her own head, deciding to risk it with the pull-up.

After changing, I gingerly walked down stairs, praying that Steve wasn’t already awake. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, my mother was waiting for me at the door, and to my relief, no one else appeared to be awake.

“Let’s go” My mother motioned to me in a childish tone while handing me my morning cup of coffee, a gesture that was usually expected but surprising given what had transpired.

The ride to the store was a quiet one, the silence encouraging me to chug the coffee she had given me. I pondered asking what she was planning to purchase, but my fear of her answer deterred me from asking.

The car began to slow down as she turned into one of the local grocery stores. My stomach began to churn at the impending moments that I knew were to follow.

My mom grabbed a cart, which only continued to exhasterbate my anxiety. Knowing the store layout as well as what I presumed our visit was intended for, my fears began to be realized as she started navigating to the “baby supplies” aisle.

My mother began putting pacifiers, baby wipes, baby powder, and of course, more diapers in the cart, confirming my fears, but still hopeful they may only be for my little brother. I worked up the courage to ask speak up.

“Are these for David?” As I heard my ask I realized how desperate I sounded.

“Oh honey, David is almost potty trained! Unlike his 18 year old sister.” My face turning a familiar red as her response to my question was loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

“The two ‘P’s’. Just killing two birds with one stone.” She stated in a devious tone.

My anger (and embarrassment of course) was quickly dissuaded by the pressure in the bladder. “Shit! I shouldn’t have drank all that coffee.”

However, I knew there was no way she would let me go to the bathroom. Even if she did, I suspected she would likely go in with me only to find that I had changed out of the wet Pampers and into a pull-up. “Damnit I didn’t think this through! I guess it’s better than walking around the store in an already wet diaper…”

My thoughts were quickly intruppted as I realized the childish act I was performing. Slowly I felt my pull-up growing warm.

“Shit!” I said under my breath. “Language, young lady!” My mother said as she turned around to see me staring down at… UGH MY, yes MY diaper that apparently I need.

At this point, I didnt know how I could even begin to defend myself as I stood in a public grocery store incontroably wetting myself like a toddler.

“Wow. Well I guess that confirms it, if I had any hesitation before.”

“It was the coffee!” I blurted out, quickly realizing other paterons nearby almost certainly heard me.

“Excuses excuses. It was the food yesterday, now it’s the coffee today. What are we supposed to do? Not give you anything to drink or eat so you don’t have any ‘accidents’ as you call them?”

With her comment, I began to notice other shoppers beginning to look our way. My embarrassment was made worse as the bulge in my diaper had become visibly apparent to anyone who peered our direction.

My mother began to walk to the cashier with me waddling behind, the crinkle of my diaper was deafeningly loud and a constant reminder of my return to childhood. I was truly nothing more than an overgrown, diaper dependent, petulant toddler in the eyes of anyone who was in our line-of-sight.

My paranoia had me anxiously looking around, at least trying to provide myself the relief of knowing that no one my age (or much worse, that I knew) was around.

As I turned to my left, my eyes locked with an older handsome boy that I recognized. I then realized it was Adam, a guy that was two years older than me that went to the same high school. I quickly looked away, hoping he didn’t notice me. However, his facial expression seemed to indicate he also recognized me.

I counted the seconds as the cashier checked us out, seeming to piece together the situation that I was in, working up the courage to engage in small talk to dismiss the awkwardness of the apparent situation.

As she checked us out and we began to walk toward the door, I again saw Adam as he walked up the the cashier, our eyes again making contact which quickly encouraged me to look away.

I was temporarily relieved as we got to the car, despite the fact that I had just wet myself like a little girl in the store and was, unfortantely, now sitting in my all too familiar accident. I had never been so glad to not be in public unlike before this treacherous saga began.

We made one more stop that my mother allowed me to stay in the car for, but what she brought back was of much interest as it appeared to be clothing, again spiking my anxiety.

As we arrived home, I realized that it was likely that everyone was now up, including Steve.

As my mother carried in all of the items she had purchased, she gently grabbed me and laid me down on the changing mat that had been left out over night. I realized I was about to receive my second diaper change within 12 hours, to my horror.

As she slide my yoga pants off, she observed that I wasn’t wearing the Huggies she had instructed me to wear. Saying nothing, she only shook her head in frustration. Her facial expression was telling that the ‘Punishment’ of the two ‘P’s’ was increasing by the second.

The sound of her tearing the sides of my pull-up embarrasingly echoed through the house. Hearing the commotion in the kitchen confirmed my fear that my father, and likely Steve, were not only up, but hearing the embarrassing sounds of another one of my warranted diaper changes.

As she finished cleaning me up, she again applied a liberal amount of baby powder and reached into the bag to pull out a fresh diaper that awaited me. Staring at the ceiling while she finished my diaper change, I again thought back to my former self. “I was so… independent”

I grimaced as I felt the diaper now securely on me. My mother now pulling out a onesie to my surprise, putting my arms through the sleeves, snapping the crotch shut. My reality proving to be so unbelievable I couldn’t even began to protest, nor did I have a good defense.

My thoughts continued, “…and now I’m so…” I shuddered at the thought, “… dependent.”

“Steve!” My mother shouted, summoning the boy that I feared may quickly be becoming my babysitter rather than just my little brother’s.

As I heard Steve approaching, I saw my father carrying something upstairs. Before I could figure it out, Steve entered the room.

“I just changed her wet diaper. She couldn’t even stay dry for a short trip to the store.” My mother said to Steve at the expense of my pride and subsequent embarrassment.

“We are headed out. If she gives you any trouble at all…” she turned to me to confirm her seriousness, “… you tell me immediately and it will be handled.”

She again looked at me, her tone confirming my earlier fear that my decision to take off my Pampers in exchange for a pull-up had only made things worse

“If you misbehave or disobey Steve in anyway, you can count on this punishment being much worse.”

My mind wondered as she continued by laying out my “ground rules” to Steve who confirmed he would ensure they were adhered to.

I was quickly snapped back into reality when my mother placed a pacifier in my mouth and handed me some stuffed toys.

It was as if I could feel my former social persona diminishing, quickly disappearing in the midst of a thorough regression while sitting in front of a sophomore boy who’s always liked me while I’m clad in yet another fresh diaper and childish clothes.

As my parents walked out the door, I wondered what Steve might say. Part of me hoped he still liked me, if nothing else to massage whatever pride and dignity I had left.

“How about a nap?” Steve stated, which surprisingly sounded wonderful, given the hangover from the long night before and unofortunate morning I had had.

I wasn’t sure what to say, resorting to a simple head nod. He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs, the implications of which would usually indicate adult activities would follow which contrasted greatly to reality. However, my reality was one that I was slowly becoming immune to which was a scary proposition.

As we entered my room, I quickly realized what my father had been doing earlier. To my surprise, my bed had been replaced with a crib. My jaw dropped with my pacifier falling out. I walked towards the crib in astonishment, reaching out to touch it as if to confirm what I was seeing was real. As my eyes wondered, I also found a changing table as well.

My mind was in complete shock until Steve walked up behind me and placed the pacifier back in my mouth. “Pacified” I thought. This is so humiliating! I screamed inside my head.

Steve was equally shocked at the contents of her room, trying to discern whether this was always what she had slept in or simply in lieu of the recent events.

“How about we get you out of those Pampers.”

Steve’s suggestion made me hopeful. “Yes! He understands!” I thought.

My hope quickly diminished just as fast as it had appeared when I saw he had a pull-up diaper in his hand.

Then, I realized what this meant. Steve was going to change me. “No effing way. There’s no way I’m going to let him see me…” stoping as I remembered the preceding night when he had not only seen me naked, but watched as my mother cleaned my messy bottom.

I turned to him to protest before remembering what my mother had said to him,

“If you misbehave or disobey Steve in anyway, you can count on this punishment being much worse.”

My protest was disarmed at the thought of my punishment being any worse than it already was.

Before Steve could even begin to assist in helping me in the crib, I defiantly helped myself into it, as if nothing more than a gesture of preserving any independence I had left.

The sound of Steve untapping my diaper again created the familiar sensation of embarrassment, only to be upped by the sensation of baby powder again being applied. The smell that had so long been seared into my brain as one that reminded me of my little brother was now one that had been undesirably provided to me. Anywhere I go, there it trails behind me, just as it did with him.

The sound of the snaps on my onesie being snapped back jostled me out of my thoughts.

“Sleep tight. I’ll come check on you later”

His condescension was unbearable. I looked up at Steve, a boy two years younger than me that was, by all accounts, now older than me, an 18 year old with a pacifier in her mouth wearing a onesie that did little to hide a diaper that over the last 12 hours I had proved I needed.

It wasn’t long after he left that I fell asleep. I woke up to him walking into my room, groggily opening my eyes, and quickly praying that my diaper was still dry.

“Want to watch some TV?” He kindly suggested.

Again, I nodded in compliance despite my burning anger given my circumstance.

Steve led me to sit in front of the TV wear he had left the stuffed toys my parents had left for me.

I finally got the courage to speak up, taking the pacifier out of my mouth to speak.

“You know this isn’t how I usually am, I promise!” I said, pleadingly. “This is all just a big misunderstanding! And really only because my mother is mad at me for drinking.”

A small grin appeared on Steve’s face, “I guess I just misunderstood seeing your mother change your soiled diaper last night too then?”

I started to respond before realizing how right he was before he gently began to guide my hand that had the pacifier in it back into my mouth.

“Sit down, I’m making lunch”

I regrettably complied, looking at the TV only to find that cartoons were on. “Hmp, Spongbob, I used to love this show.” Didn’t think I would be watching it again while sitting in a diaper.

As I started to watch the TV, I felt my tummy grumble again. “Noooo, this cant be happening!”

My stomach continued to chur. I remembered that the coffee I had drank earlier. “Coffee always does this to me. I can usually get away with just a silent toot though” I thought to myself.

I slowly leaned to one side, attempting to let out a small fart.

“BLLLLRPPP” 💩

Again I turned red and frantically felt the back of my diaper. Instantly I could smell that my “silent fart” had been deadly, and unfortantely, not very silent.

To make matters worse, the relief I desired had not been mitigated from my not so discrete attempt.

As Steve began to walk in, he found Alexis in a familiar state of distress; her hand on the back of her already soiled diaper, attempting to prevent the blowout that they both knew would ensue.

Steve could only watch as her heard another muffled fart escape, however, this one was accompanied by the crackle of her diaper expanding to accommodate the 18 year old girl’s mess.

Alexis began to cry as her ever present accident filled the room with the scent of baby powder and poop for the second time in less than 24 hours.

Steve set down their lunch and continued to watch Alexis’ pathetic attempt at stopping herself from again confirming that she belonged in diapers.

After a third and final muffled fart escaped to her disappointment, her hand felt her now dirty diaper begin to sag heavily.

The brown stain that had formed on her diaper wasn’t needed to confirm what Steve already knew.

The 18 year old bombshell, his former crush, and the most popular girl in school that he was babysitting, was watching cartoons and, yet again, needed her dirty diaper changed.

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Alexis & The Babysitter

Chapter 4:

Still trying to fathom the “ground rules” that Alexis’ mother had laid out to me for her newly regressed 18 year old daughter that I was now babysitting, I couldn’t help but enjoy her newfound humbled posture.

Pictures of the events that transpired the night before continued to flash through my mind. Alexis, a girl revered as the hottest, most untouchable girl in our high school was in a pull-up diaper that she quickly affirmed she needed.

The humbling events that had taken place had not only brought her back down to everyone else’s level, but much lower. Her following of girls and guys alike had forever been jealous of the 5’2”, tan, brunette with a perky butt and breast were still ignorant to the facts that I now knew first hand.

I thought about all the other girls at our high school that were inferior to Alexis. At least they could act like young adults, well, not infants rather. They were out enjoying their Summer, partying, going to the beach in their skimpy bikini’s. Not surprisingly, they also had the undeniable right to wear normal underwear.

Sure, Alexis had to wear diapers for her night time “accidents”, but she too had also enjoyed these simple pleasures less than 24 hours ago, she had even modeled on several occasions!

I could tell that Alexis was battling the prospect of this. In contrast to her peers, Alexis set in front of me clad in a freshly changed diaper with a pacifier in her mouth to top it off.

I was unsure of how she would react once her parents left. Would she instantly go off, disapproving the fact that I was now her babysitter?

Certainly not, I confidently told myself. After all, I had witnessed her pooping herself. Even more, her dad’s talk with me afterwards verified her diaper-wearing was for good reason to keep her sheets dry at night.

While I wasn’t worried about her attitude, I was furiously thinking of what I should do now given what had taken place.

This was usually when I would put her baby brother down for a nap, so I figured it was only fitting that she did the same.

“How about a nap?” I offered after the long silence.

Alexis slowly looked up at me, her beautiful brown eyes meeting mine with her infantile attire remaining unmistakably out of place for an 18 year old girl.

Her pacifier precluding her from audibly speaking, she settled for a simple head nod.

Taking her hand, I began to lead her upstairs to her room; an act I had previously dreamed of doing for a much different purpose.

I opened her bedroom door and was shocked to find her bed to be an infantile styled crib big enough for her 5’2” frame. As I continued to scan her room out of my former and now new curiosity, I also found a changing table and a few of her nighttime pull-up diapers.

The items seemed out of place for an 18 year old girl’s bedroom, sorely noticeable among bras and thongs that lay on the floor, which served as vestiges from her now former adulthood.

Alexis stopped in her tracks, her pacifier falling out of her mouth as fast as her jaw dropped.

Despite it being circumstantially inappropriate, my mind wondered back to all the times I imagined walking up to her room with her, a dream that I was not alone in pondering. Now I knew how futile of a dream that once was as I picked up her pacifier.

I almost felt sorry for her. Her blank stare remained unwavered as I put the pacifier back in her mouth. The humiliation she was experiencing was unimaginable.

My sympathy led me to considering cutting her some slack. Perhaps even earning the possibility of a date after a return to normalcy.

“How about we get you out of those Pampers.” Alexis’ face instantly lit up as if I had given her the winning lottery ticket.

My thoughts redirected to the night before where she uncontrollably messed herself, forcing her mom to change her dirty diaper. Not to mention her mother’s stern rules regarding her two P’s, “protection & punishment”.

What if her mother found her with another stinky ‘accident’ in her in her pants? Her mother would be so pissed at me for caving.

My better judgement convinced me otherwise. Instead of undiapering her, I grabbed one of her pull-ups off her dresser and began to walk towards her crib. The hope that was formerly expressed on her face quickly diminished and replaced with a discontented frown.

For a moment, she appeared as though she wouldn’t comply, but in what appeared to be an attempted preservation of her remaining dignity, she quickly moved towards the crib, determined to let herself in rather than me. Every step she took releasing an audible crinkle from her diaper.

Once situated in her crib, the reality of me performing a duty only appropriate for a toddler again shocked me. I was about to undress Alexis, the hottest girl in our school, but rather than proceeding with what any normal male and female would do, I would be diapering her instead.

After unsnapping her onesie, I began to tear away the tabs of her diaper. I couldn’t help but admire her beautifully fit tan legs and overall petite body frame that she so frequently worked on at the gym.

As my eyes wondered, the sight of baby powder lightly covering the area between her legs brought me back to the reality that I was about to put Alexis back in a diaper.

As I finished applying the baby powder, I caught a glimpse of Alexis deep in thought, aimlessly starring at the ceiling as I began to pull her diaper up to her thighs, interrupting her thought as I promoted her to lift her bottom.

I was still amazed at how easily she fit into her pull-ups, much less her baby brother’s Pampers. Once her diaper was in place, I paused for a moment to appreciate how her diaper almost appeared too bulky given her petite frame.

I held back a laugh at the fact that she’d had no idea her dedicated efforts at the gym would lend her the ability to easily fit into a toddler’s attire.

As I snapped the crotch of her onesie, she looked up at me discouraged as she was again sealed back into her diapers that the last 12 hours had proved her dependency upon.

“Sleep tight. I’ll come check on you later” I said as I lifted her crib bars and began to walk out of the room.

“Wow” I said quietly to myself as I descended down the stairs. I just put Alexis in a diaper and left her in a crib to take a mid-morning nap, attempting to frame an unthinkable reality that I currently resided within.

After a couple of hours, I decided I should go wake her up. Before going to her room, I contemplated what we should do next. “I guess we could watch TV.” I chuckled, thinking back to my offer the night before to watch TV as civilized young adults.

I grinned when I found the cartoon channel, figuring it was befitting to her situation. I grabbed the stuffed toys her mother had left as well as some coloring books and put them on the floor for her.

I opened her door and found her slowly waking, her pacifier still in place. Despite the fact that she lay in a crib wearing a onesie with a diaper hiding beneath, she was still gorgeous. I began to wonder if I could get over her apparent diaper dependency.

“Want to watch some TV?”

Alexis squinted as she awoke from her slumber. Her eyes quickly windened as I reached into her crib and felt the front of her diaper to see if it was wet.

Honestly, I didn’t even think about the implications of touching an area that was previously forbidden. I guess at this point, I had accepted the reality that I was now her babysitter and checking her diaper was part of my job. Luckily (and somewhat surprisingly), she was dry.

I could tell she wasn’t amused as she quickly glared at me, adding a thinly veiled smile.

I led her to the TV where I had left the toys for her. Before sitting down, I noticed she was slowly gathering her barrings, seeming visibly unsettled and working up the courage to speak.

“You know this isn’t how I usually am, I promise!” Alexis began to plead.

“This is all just a big misunderstanding! And really only because my mother is mad at me for drinking.”

Her defensiveness wasn’t a surprise, per se. But geez, is she kidding? What suitable defense can you have at the age of 18 after involuntarily soiling your diaper in front of others?

I tried not to laugh, “I guess I just misunderstood seeing your mother change your dirty diaper last night too then?”

Alexis was silent.

“Sit down, I’m making lunch.”

Alexis defeatedly obeyed, sitting Indian-style on the floor. She appeared to momentarily concede to my slightly condescending, but factually correct statement. She regretfully picked up the coloring book and pencils and began coloring.

I left Alexis in the living room and went to the kitchen where I began to cook lunch. I remained amused over her petulant attempt at convincing me that her current situation was an anomaly.

However, I again began to think about how beautiful she was. Even while diapered, she still remained gorgeous. I always wanted a chance with her but her enourmous pride and beauty had forever prevented the opportunity.

Given the extreme difficulty of having both a bulky pride while wearing a bulky diaper, it seemed as though this no longer stood between us.

My mind wondered as I thought about the prospect of Alexis being my girlfriend, absolutely beautiful, but diapered nonetheless. “I guess we all make compromises, I mean it’s just underwear…” I thought as I continued to convince myself.

Afer I finished cooking our lunch, I suddenly heard an all too familiar muffled fart in the living room.

“BLLLLRPPP”

“Did she seriously just fart?” I thought as I questioned what I heard. Sure, the likely culprit had been put back in diapers due to similar circumstances in the last 24 hours. But before yesterday, any 18 year old girl farting in the proximity of others was not only socially unacceptable, but unattractive no matter how hot they were.

As I walked into the living room with our lunch, the smell instantly confirmed what I assumed.

Defeatedly on her hands and knees, Alexis’ diaper pointed up towards the ceiling as she again visibly struggled to stop herself from messing her diaper for a second time within 24 hours.

She quickly put her hand on the back of her diaper, serving as a last ditch effort to prevent the inevitable. If yesterday’s events hadn’t proved she belonged in diapers, she knew this certainly would.

I set our lunch down on the coffee table feeling as though I should do something. I started to walk towards her before hearing another involuntary muffled fart.

“BLLLLRPPPPPPPPPPP” 💩

Her diaper quietly crackled as it filled up with a mess she was so desperately trying to prevent; slowly beginning to sag just as it had the night before.

As she continued to soil her diaper, the familiar rancid smell of her dirty diaper blended with baby powder filled the room.

I could tell Alexis was doing her best to hold back tears, attempting to avoid adding to the babyish act she was performing.

However, when she saw me holding my nose whilst witnessing everything, she began to sob, utterly embarrassed at the fact that she had again messed her diaper for a second time in front of me.

Moments earlier, I had convinced myself of pursuing Alexis despite her newly realized dependency on diapers. Yet the sight of the beautiful 18 year old girl sitting on the floor sobbing like an infant in a freshly messed diaper easily persuaded me otherwise.

How could I ever date a girl that could accidentally mess herself in a moments notice? The thought of us going on a date had forever sounded enticing, until now, considering the fact that I could be left to change her diaper in the middle of dinner.

I shook the thought as a final fart escaped behind her already VERY dirty diaper, letting out an involuntary grunt as her diaper was being pushed to its limit.

Good Lord, seriously? I was shocked that she was still uncontrollably messing herself. My shock quickly turned to frustration considering I knew I would be responsible for changing her diaper afterwards.

At this point, I almost couldn’t believe she wasn’t doing it on purpose. I mean how does a hot 18 year old girl not only mess herself once in front of a guy, but twice?

Alexis’ face was once again beat red after I accidentally let out a disgusted “Ugh” in response to the smell that continued to intensify, permeating through the entire living room.

Out of frustration, I decided her diaper change would wait until after lunch.

With a stern tone of disappointment, I finally spoke up, “Let’s eat lunch”. Alexis peered at me as tears continued to roll down her checks with an unmistakable look of disappointment that she wouldn’t yet be freed from the messy prison that she wore.

As I picked her up by her armpits I was reminded of just how petite she truly was.

I carried her to her baby brother’s high chair in the kitchen and slowly set her down, quickly noticing her sobs turn to a disgusted cringe as her messy diaper met the seat.

“I’ll change your diaper after you’re finished with your lunch.”

Alexis’ attention shifted away from her soiled diaper squishing beneath her as she realized she would now be stuck dealing with it while eating.

“No! Steve! Get this thing off of me now!”

I ignored her desperate pleas and set her lunch in front of her before grabbing mine and sitting at the dinner table.

My lack of response again provoked Alexis.

“Steve!”

“Yes?”

“Please change me. This is gross!”

“Yes, it is, and it’ll be equally gross when I have to change you, so maybe you should’ve thought about that before you decided to mess your diaper.”

Her fussy attitude began to frustrate me. She thinks it’s gross? Of course it is! Dirty diapers are gross enough for toddlers, much less an 18 year old! I had heard enough and decided to retrieve her pacifier that had fallen out while she was blowing out her diaper.

As I got up and began to walk in the living room, she again attempted to defend herself.

“No! Ugh, Steve! It was an accident!” Alexis strongly declared as I was returning from the living room.

“My mom gave me coffee this morning and it upset my stoma…” Her pacifier silencing her less than convincing argument.

“Quiet. Enough with the excuses. I would hope it was an accident because I have no idea why you’d want to mess yourself on purpose. Either way, I’m not treating you any different than I would your little brother.”

Alexis’ expression quickly changed as she began to realize that messing her diaper was literally inexcusable in light of her petulant argument.

After a moment of coming to terms with her predicament, she resigned to a frown behind her pacifier.

I returned to the dinner table and continued to eat my lunch despite Alexis’ stinky diaper eliminating any appetite I had left.

After eating as much as I could, I noticed Alexis was in deep thought, anxiously waiting to be relieved of the messy diaper that she continued to sit in.

After putting my dishes in the sink, I walked over to what was formerly Alexis’ little brother’s high chair.

“I’ll take this pacifier out as long as you will eat your lunch. No complaining or excuses or you’ll be punished, understood?”

Alexis refused to make eye contact but compromised with another half-hearted head nod. After removing her pacifier, she defiantly looked up at me.

“Eat up.”

“Steve, get me out of this diaper right now!” She squealed, continuing to accurately play her role as an adult toddler.

“Well punishment it is.” I said flippantly, completely unsure of what that would entail.

I began contemplating what punishment would most effectively get my point across. I had spanked her brother plenty of times, but given that she was on the verge of a blowout, I doubted that would be practical.

Then it hit me, she would do anything to avoid her public persona being damaged. She frequently posted pictures on her Instagram of her in beautiful outfits or out with friends to fuel her public reputation.

“We’re going to take a trip to the park. I’m sure you’ll be able to find plenty of others there that can’t keep their diapers clean either.”

“You wouldn’t.” Alexis said sternly, almost as if it were a dare.

I unsnapped the table tray on the high chair and picked her up, regrettably placing her diapered bottom under my arm, feeling it’s contents slowly spread.

“Let’s get you changed into some appropriate clothing for our trip.”

Alexis continued fuss as I carried her back up to her room where I located the clothes her mother had bought earlier that day.

After setting her down on the floor, I looked through the bag and found a babyish pinafore.

“This will do.”

“Steve no please! I can’t go outside in that while wearing a…” She paused, realizing what she was about to say.

“Go on. Wearing a what…?”

“Steve I’ll do anything. I know you like me, let’s go on a date or something.”

“Well that’s presumptuous isn’t it? I may have liked you at some point, but I’m not interested in dating an adult toddler.”

My comment cut through Alexis’ pride like a hot knife in butter, but it didn’t deter her from trying to dissuade me.

I began to take her onesie off to replace it with the pinafore that would do little to hide her stinky diaper.

While putting the pinafore on her, she again continued to protest. Only this time, her comment caught me off guard.

“Hang on… what if we stayed her and you changed me and I did something for you.” She said with a devious grin.

I won’t lie, it was tempting no matter if she was confined to a dirty diaper or not.

I paused to think about it, which Alexis noticed and quickly tried to take advantage of my indecision.

“Come on Steve.” She said arousingly as she leaned forward and began to reach for my pants.

“Just relax, we don’t need to go anywhere.” She stated, again with her sexy smile as she began to unzip my jeans.

I grabbed her petite hand while motioning for her to stop, “Time to go.”

“Seriously, Steve? Please just let me…” I placed my finger on her lips silencing her once again before replacing with another pacifier.

“Suck on this instead”

Her expression was priceless. Alexis likely never thought she would see a day where a guy turned her down for anything, much less a blow job.

After I finished dressing her, I carried her and her brother to my truck, strapping both of them into car seats.

Alexis appeared uncomfortable after I had snapped the belt between her thighs which was certain to squish the contents of her very full diaper.

As Steve started driving to the park, he could see Alexis in his rear view mirror defeatedly looking out of the window.

________________________________________

“I can’t believe he said no to me giving him a blow job.” I thought to myself. The thought was so surprising that it temporarily took my mind off the fact that I was in a car seat headed to a public park in a very stinky diaper.

“Why did he say no?” He’s always liked me hasn’t he? Does he seriously not like me now because of…” I paused as looked down to examine the state of my diaper, only to find that it had turned a disgusting shade of brown, making me realize I was in the midst of uncontrollably wetting myself.

“What?!” I loudly said under my breath.

“What is it?” Steve asked before peering in his rear view mirror to find me starring in disbelief at the diaper I was wetting.

Judging by the look on his face, he figured it out.

“You’re a mess… literally.”

To say it was embarrassing doesn’t do it justice. Yes, I had nighttime accidents, and yes, I had had a couple of small accidents while drinking, but at least I knew I had to go. Not only had I not noticed that I needed to go, I didn’t even realize I had wet myself until it was too late.

So here I am, in the back seat of Steve’s truck, formerly nothing more than a boy who had a crush on me, now a boy who turned me down, all the while sitting next to my toddler little brother strapped into a car seat sitting in an already messy diaper that I just wet without knowing.

My heart began to race as we turned into the parking lot. Being in a dirty diaper was, in-of-itself, unbelievably embarrassing. The thought of being in a dirty diaper in public was terrifying.

“You’re lucky I’m nice.”

Steve’s comment seemed all but real. How was he ‘nice’? He was about to take me in public while I’m like…this!

“I brought your diaper bag. I’m going to change you before we go into the park.” Steve said while looking at me in his rear view mirror.

I was conflicted. I would be out of my filth which I desperately desired, but put back in another diaper… and then going into public.

Then reality hit me. “He’s going to change my…” I could hardly even say it in my own mind, “… dirty diaper in public!?”

“Steve, can we please do this somewhere private? Pleaseeee?” I begged as if my life depended on it.

Rather than give me an answer, he got out of the car and walked over to my door.

“Steve, what are you doing? Please don’t do…” for the third time today, he again pacified me, silencing me like an annoying toddler.

He lifted me out of the car seat, exposing my brown stained diaper to any onlookers in the process while carrying me to the back of his truck.

After unlatching his tailgate and laying me down on the changing mat, he lifted up my pinafore to examine my thoroughly messed diaper.

“Really pushed this one to the limit.” His embarrassing comment paled in comparison to the fact that I was about to of receive a diaper change in public at the age of 18.

As he I felt him tear the sides of my pull-up, I gagged as the smell of my infantile accidents imenated through the air. The sun beating down on me, I sheepishly peered down seeing past my flat stomach to see my poop covered private’s.

“Relax.” Steve commanded as he grabbed the first of many baby wipes.

“How the hell am I supposed to relax!? You have me exposed for all humanity to see me receiving a diaper change!” I screamed in my head.

He began to work away at my bottom with the baby wipes for what seemed like entirnity.

The park was busy that day. As I lay on my back receiving a diaper change that I desperately needed, I anxiously looked up to see if anyone was watching.

I saw a group of girls in binkins that looked to be a little younger than me, hanging out with some cute boys which made me burn with anger as I began to compare myself to them.

There they were happily enjoying their freedoms and here I was, getting my diaper changed by a boy that just rejected me giving him a blowjob. Oh wait, it gets better? Yes, and I’m now getting a fresh diaper put on me.

How would any boy ever be interested in a girl that’s been put back in diapers? Hmm, who should I go out with, a girl in sexy lingerie or the pacified girl laying on her back getting her dirty diaper changed? Tough decision.

Even if a boy was interested, he’d be fortunate enough to learn I have a babysitter or witness my parents or Steve checking my diaper to make sure it’s still clean. Uhh you’re in diapers? Yeah, no thanks.

Steve closed the tailgate of his truck and led my brother and I into to the park. As I walked, I tried my best to keep my short dress down so no one could see my diaper. I couldn’t help but anxiously look around to make sure no one was there that I knew.

“You guys go play, I’ll sit over here.” Steve said to my brother and I as he motioned towards the playground.

“You can’t be serious.” I said sternly.

“Didn’t think I was serious when I said we were going to the park either.”

“Damnit” I thought to myself as I defiantly turned away from him and decided to find something to climb.

It wasn’t long after I climbed through some of the stuff at the playground that I heard a few chuckles only to realize my pinafore had ridden up, now exposing my diaper to any onlookers behind me.

“Shit!” I said under my breath as I quickly tried to maneuver myself to cover my bottom.

“Mommy, why is she wearing a diaper?” I heard a kid ask his mom in the distance.

This day can’t get any more embarrassing. I’ve had multiple accidents, been turned down by an inferior boy 2 years younger than me, had my diaper changed in public, and now am getting mocked by petulant children who just saw my diaper while playing at a playground.

What happened next proved me wrong, however. With my diaper still on display, I turned around to find Steve talking to someone, motioning towards me in the distance.

That someone happened to be Taylor, the only boy at our high school that I’ve ever thought might be good enough for me.

TO BE CONTINUED

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