Re: A Weekend for Babysitting - Chap 3 (ADDED 2014-11-14)
I awoke with my cheek resting on an incredibly soft surface. As my eyes opened, I realized it was Alyssa’s breast and I was drooling on her. I blushed, smacking my lips together, as I looked up to find Alyssa watching me calmly.
“Sleep well?” She asked, as she gave me a hug and I snuggled closer to her. Cuddling was nice.
“Yeah,” I replied, feeling the early-morning tension on my bladder and squirming around until, finally, it allowed me to release my pee even though I was lying on my side.
“Is someone making pee-pees?” Alyssa asked cutely, distracting me and which made me stop peeing mid-stream.
“Well, I was,” I pouted for just a moment before smiling. At least my bladder didn’t hurt now.
“It’s almost ten am,” Alyssa mused. “We slept in.”
I suddenly wondered how I’d gotten into bed. Everything from last night, after the Playplace was a blur. I thought hard, and remembered Alyssa gently waking me up, guiding me to the bed, and passing out the instant my head hit the pillow. Well, I guess it made sense, I’d never stayed up after midnight before…
Alyssa was naked except for her diaper, I was still wearing the pink romper from our McDonald’s outing. As I remembered the smells of the Playplace, I knew I’d have to wash my sheets.
Alyssa stretched one arm over her head, her breasts shifting near my face and she did so. She smelled like pee, diaper perfume, and a little hint of her body odor. I liked it. I snuggled against her again and she wrapped an arm around me happily.
“You were a big snuggle bug all night,” Alyssa said, her voice kind and soft.
“That was so cool, last night,” I mumbled, half against her chest. I stretched myself, waking up gradually and finding it easier to finish releasing my bladder, enjoying the heavy, wet warmth that now encompassed my more sensitive areas. I squished it a little against myself as the crinkly sound came to my ears.
“Yeah, that was awesome…” Alyssa agreed readily. We snuggled for another ten minutes before we decided to get up and have breakfast.
I got out the bowls and cereal, because Alyssa didn’t know where there were kept. Meanwhile Alyssa sat at the dining room table. She was still naked except for her diaper but the toddler look had diminished with her boobs just hanging out there for anyone to see. I slipped a hand under my right boob, over my shirt, without thinking, feeling nothing but the slightest hint of baby fat, as always. I blushed as I realized I’d done that in full view of Alyssa.
“Mine didn’t really grow until freshman year,” Alyssa said reassuringly, trying to make me feel better. The look on her face when she looked down at her chest showed how proud she was of them though. I set the bowls of cereal down on the table, and we dug in. It was a quick breakfast, as I was sure both of us wanted to get onto more exciting activities for the day.
“It’s already 10:30,” Alyssa mused. “By the time we get to the zoo, if we start getting ready now, it’ll be noon.”
With that thought, we decided to hustle our morning activities. We showered in turn, put each other in new diapers, and started to get dressed for the day.
“You wanna wear my short-alls?” Alyssa asked as I pulled a baby pink t-shirt over my head.
“What about you?” I asked.
“I’m going to wear grown-up stuff I think. I’ll just have the diaper underneath.” Alyssa said, “I can treat you today.”
I nodded, Alyssa wanted to make me more of the baby, so I stood there calmly as she helped me step into the short-alls and snapped them up. It made me feel even more babyish to have her dress me. For herself, Alyssa pulled out jeans and a white t-shirt. With her hair up in a tight ponytail it made her look very much the teenage babysitter she usually was.
Our outfits completed she walked us over to the mirror. The juxtaposition between us seemed to take a few years off me, especially since puberty hadn’t done much work on my chest yet. I might pass for a tall elementary school kid. I put my thumb in my mouth for emphasis as Alyssa chuckled behind me.
Next, Alyssa picked up the diaper bag she used last night and made sure there were enough spares for each of us and wipes, powder and pacifiers. She also put in a few water bottles to keep us hydrated.
All prepared to go, I locked up the house, we got in Alyssa’s car, and we were on the way to the zoo. Everything seemed to be going fine until we got close to a car accident. The freeway became bumper to bumper traffic and, at about the same time, I felt breakfast catching up with my digestive system. The pressure on my bowels wasn’t serious, but it was uncomfortable.
As the car plodded along slowly, I considered that dirty diaper from the Playplace, and decided that turnabout was fair play. I’d never done this before, however, and after ten minutes of trying to stealth-poop, I realized I’d have to put in more effort.
Alyssa was singing along with the radio and watching the traffic, so I covertly kicked off my shoes and places the bottoms of my feet on top of the seat, hugging my knees. Next, I pushed my back against the chair, slowly raising my bottom, feeling the diaper fall away from my butt just a little and bringing me into a squatting position.
I usually pooped about this time each day and, now that I was in a position that was somewhat more comfortable, it was possible to push the load into my waiting diaper. I grunted softly, straining as quietly as I could and, luckily, it was inaudible over the radio. I felt the first log come out, smooshing against the back of my diaper. The second log followed right after as my face tensed up and strained before finally relaxing. I could tell I’d done most of it but I didn’t feel as empty as when I used the toilet.
It was over, and I relaxed my back, sliding back down a couple of inches and landing on my poopy diaper. It was slippery and icky in the back of my diaper now. I could feel it sticking to my bottom. The naughtiness was super intense and the smell washed over me as I sat on it, knocking the scent out of my diaper and into the car. I looked over at Alyssa.
Alyssa was paying heavy attention to the road, as we were finally coming up on the accident. It had blocked three lanes but, once we were past it, Saturday traffic should be pretty light to the zoo. However, once I sat, ser nose scrunched, then scrunched again, and then she looked at me. I couldn’t help but give her a broad, impish smile in response.
“Savannah!” Alyssa said, scandalized, “We’re stuck in traffic.”
“Poopies.” I replied happily. Alyssa chuckled and coughed as she rolled down the window. The car was still full of the smell of my poo and the smell of our diapers. It took ten minutes to get past the accident and, by the time we were, it was only another ten minutes to the zoo.
“I’m changing your poopy butt as soon as we get to the zoo, young lady!” Alyssa teased. I rocked back and forth in my messy diaper. The smell was haunting and familiar. Alyssa’s hadn’t been so bad, but the smell of -my- poop mixed with baby powder was retrieving memories long lost. I pulled out my pacifier from the short-all pocket and shoved it in my mouth.
Sucking a pacifier, sitting in a poopy diaper, and wearing toddler-stlyed short-alls had to be the closest to being a baby I could imagine. Never would I have dreamed I’d get to go this far this weekend. I thought I was going to be babyish to try and sneak my normal-sized pacifier at night after Alyssa had gone to bed. Alyssa was on a whole higher level of ABDL stuff than I had ever imagined existed.
I felt the poop going around all my nether regions and felt both disgusted and warm and tingly because of it at the same time. The smell was dirty, babyish, and bad; I had known it was bad since I had been potty-trained but there was something spicy and naughty about it too now.
We rolled into the zoo parking lot, selected a spot in the shade, and Alyssa prepared a changing station in the hatchback section of her car while I waited. She’d put the back seats down, laid out a blanket, and beckoned me to lie down on top of it. I obliged her and she undid the short-all snaps, opened the diaper, and surveyed the damage.
“Wow, I’ve got a messy girl, huh?” Alyssa asked me, tweeking my cheek. I giggled in response.
“I poopthed” I replied around my pacifier.
I couldn’t really see how bad it was, but the wipes in Alyssa’s hands went over a very large area of my bottom as she went to work cleaning me up. I smiled at her, sucked on my paci, and looked at the side of the car. I closed my eyes, just enjoyed the care she was taking in cleaning me up. It was comforting, it felt nice.
I wasn’t sure how much I liked pooping in diapers, though the experience held a… dirty naughtiness that was as strong when I just peed, but I definitely liked getting cleaned up afterwards. Alyssa had to work for a good ten minutes before she thought she was finished.
“You got poop everywhere!” Alyssa exclaimed, teasing, as she wiped her hands with a fresh baby wipe.
“I swwy.” I said around my pacifier.
“It’s fine;” Alyssa said, reassuring me. “I’ve changed worse.”
She helped me up and I asked her if she needed to be changed but Alyssa said she’d wait for a bathroom. There wasn’t anyone in the parking lot but, I had to admit, I barely fit in the space at the back of her hatchback, it’d probably be even more uncomfortable for Alyssa.
She took my hand and we swung are arms lightly and happily as we approached the ticket booth. When the salesman looked at me I realized I’d neglected to take the paci out of my mouth and I frantically removed it. It was too late, however, the man shot me a knowing glance and I blushed heavily as we arrived.
“One student and one child.” Alyssa said, the man nodded passing us two tickets as Alyssa handed him a twenty dollar bill. Our change received, we went through the gate. I hadn’t been to the zoo in years but the sights and smells brought major nostalgia. Instead of continuing down the main lane, Alyssa guided me towards a side building and walked inside.
There were a row of strollers inside, ones I was used to seeing and some larger ones that appeared to be for two kid. Embarrassed, I stood there as Alyssa paid the attendant, took out one of the larger strollers, and motioned for me to sit in it. Humiliated, but loving it, I obliged her, sitting my diapered butt on the seat as Alyssa started pushing the diaper back out into the park. Because of the extra width, it was a comfortable fit if I slouched.
I felt like everyone was staring at me, twelve-years-old and in toddler short-alls to boot. I hadn’t been in a stroller since I was five.
“Savannah,” I heard Alyssa from above me, pushing the stroller. “If you’re nervous, just use your paci, right?”
I gulped. Already feeling like all the eyes were on me, I couldn’t imagine doing that. Yet, all the same, I wanted that guilty, naughty spike in my gut to drive deeper. Summoning all the courage I could muster I pulled out my paci, popped it in my mouth, and sucked hard as Alyssa pushed me through the park. This experience was utterly amazing, earth-shattering, it was like there was nothing we couldn’t do. I feel free and scared of discovery all at the same time.
We stopped in front of the lion cage, and watched quietly as the lions lazed around in the afternoon sun. Alyssa pointed out the male lion, hiding behind some brush, and I watched him saunter out into the open for a few minutes. Every moment, I was trying to be less conscious of my diapered, toddler-esque state but to no avail. I was giddy with excitement and worry that someone might say something.
Another stroller pulled up, next to our own, with a little boy of about four or five, babbling to his mommy excitedly about the lions. Above me, I heard his mom talking to Alyssa.
“Nice day, isn’t it?” The unknown woman spoke.
“Yeah, I thought it’d be a great day to go to the zoo.” Alyssa replied.
“Is she you sister?” The woman asked.
“No, she’s a girl that I babysit.” Alyssa replied, “Is that your son?”
“Yes, he is.” The woman replied.
“Mommy, that lion has the big hair!” The boy declared next to us. He glanced over to me for confirmation. I nodded, but didn’t move the pacifier from my mouth. His jaw dropped as he watched me sucking it. “Mommy, where’s my binky?”
“I thought we were going to save it for later…” His mother said worriedly.
“She’s a big girl and she gets a binky.” The boy said, craning his head outside of the stroller a little.
“Sorry,” Alyssa apologized to the boy’s mother. “She’s delayed.”
“Oh, of course, I understand.” The boy’s mother said kindly. “Honey, if you really want your binky now, you can have it.”
As the boy received his binky and turned back to watch me, I released my bladder, feeling absolutely embarrassed by the whole exchange above me, especially as my diaper filled and warmed around me only half an hour or so after Alyssa had changed my poopy one. I could see him eyeing my snaps, wondering if I was wearing a diaper. I bet, I thought, that he wished he could still wear diapers too.
I was so lucky; I knew that. Alyssa was above me, protecting me, so that I could sit in a stroller in the zoo peeing my diapers and sucking my pacifier. I’d have to help her out somehow later to even it up. This afternoon was, without a doubt, exquisite.
After a short time we left the lions and went to the monkey cages. Then we saw the giraffes and the snake house. We even stopped and had a ride on the elephant which, although it stunk pretty bad, was incredibly fun. Alyssa rode behind me and I felt safe in her arms and the elephant swayed back and forth.
The ride complete, Alyssa took us to a family bathroom she’d planned to hit on the route and, safely inside with the door locked, we changed each other’s diapers. It was a bit smelly and hot in the restroom so it was more of a quick clinical change than something we could really enjoy. It didn’t matter to me though, this day was amazing. We stopped at a ice cream stand and Alyssa bought treats for me and herself. We spent the next hour strolling past cages without directing particular attention to any one of them.
By four-thirty we decided we were pretty much done. We’d seen half the zoo and the sun was tiring me out. I had to assume Alyssa was even worse off- she’d been walking and pushing a stroller to boot.
We returned the stroller, I got up to walk, stretching my legs and we headed back out the way we came in. As we closed in on the car, and went away from the other guest, the courage to talk about our experiences came back to us.
“So, how was it?” Alyssa asked excitedly.
“That was amazing!” I replied, brimming with excitement. “I peed myself right when you were talking to that mom and she didn’t even know.”
“Lol, she might’ve, she gave me a look when you got all quiet.”
“She didn’t…” I said, horribly embarrassed if it was true.
“Maybe she did, it was hard to tell.” Alyssa added unconcerned. I nudged her in the side, realizing that she was teasing me as she just giggled in response.
“I wish we both could’ve been babies…” I said wistfully.
“Hey, it’s okay. I can’t do everything the same; I’d have never fit in that stroller, you barely did.” Alyssa acknowledged. “At least I got to live it through you a little…”
Alyssa unlocked the doors to her car and we got inside without letting it air out. It was hot, but somewhat in the shade still. The odor of my poopy diaper from this morning was still present, if quite subdued in comparison. Alyssa hit the engine and the AC.
“Alyssa, that was super cool.” I replied, relaxing in the air conditioned car. “Is there something you want to do tonight? Like, so you could be a baby?”
Alyssa looked at me appreciatively, thinking quietly for a moment as the engine idled and the ac hummed.
“Here, let me see your phone.” Alyssa asked, within a couple of minutes she gave the phone back and started down the road towards home.
I looked at the open browser page, it was on an ABDL story, from one of the sites she’d shown me the other night. I read the story, about an older girl who got caught having an accident and spanking and put back in diapers. It was pretty intense.
I found my throat a little bit dry as I read, a warm, fuzzy feeling began happening in my diaper area as I read about how the teenage girl was spanked on her bottom tell it was red and her daddy told her how naughty of a girl she was. My heart thumped as he put the diaper on and she cried, writhing around. Without realizing it, I noticed my hand was stroking the front of my diaper under the short-alls. Funny thing, I didn’t even remember moving, but it felt really good when I touched there…
I peed my diaper a little more, it’d been a couple of hours since we’d changed at the zoo, and continued reading that story. That one finished, and noticing we still had half the drive home, I began to read the next one as Alyssa drove, obviously thinking about something else. My mind, however, was on the stories. The second one I’d scrolled to even had sex at the end…
We stopped by a burger joint on the way home and ordered some dinner. It wasn’t as delicious as eating out at a real restaurant but both of us wanted to be home again. Oddly, Alyssa didn’t say a word about the story once we were home. Inside, Alyssa went off to change as I started setting out the food onto plates in the kitchen. I wanted to talk to her about it because I wasn’t quite sure why she’d wanted me to read that one. I decided I’d bring it up once we were having dinner.
A few minutes later, when I was about finished, Alyssa returned. She was still wearing her jeans and t-shirt from this morning but she had shoved her hand in her crotch and was doing the potty dance. I’d assumed she’d wet her diaper on the way home like I had, but this activity spoke otherwise.
“I gotta go potty!” Alyssa shouted, before her face fell downcast and I saw urine soaking through her jeans, running down the inside and backs of her thighs to the tile floor below. Her hand was holding herself uselessly the whole time as she thoroughly soaked her pants and panties. Panties it had to be because a diaper would’ve absorbed most of it. The smell of her urine rose subtly around the room as I watched a puddle spread on the kitchen floor.
What was I to do? Alyssa was my babysitter, but here she was having an accident. I had said I wanted to pay her back for this afternoon though… Was that why she had me read the story? I summoned up all the force I could muster, trying to get into the babysitter role for once. I wanted to be equals with Alyssa, not her diaper side-kick. The tenor, the force and the roles of the story I wanted to discuss desperately were immediately coming to mind.
“Alyssa Stevens!” I said harshly. “Are you peeing on my floor?”
“No, mommy,” Alyssa stammered, and I knew I’d gotten the hint about what she wanted because her eyes belied her delight. “I…I…”
“What have I told you about using the potty!” I scolded, trying to sound like my mom when she was really cross.
“I couldn’t hold it,” Alyssa replied pathetically, her thighs scrunching in and out around her sodden pants.
“Get over here!” I demanded, and as Alyssa came close I grabbed her ear. Considering how much larger she was, she certainly could’ve stopped me but, instead, she allowed me to lead her to the bathroom. Inside, I stripped off her pants and yellowed panties, tossing them in the tub for later cleaning.
“Lay across my lap.” I ordered, sitting on the toilet after I’d put the seat down.
“No mommy,” Alyssa begged. “Please, I won’t do it again.”
“Lap. Now.” I ordered again, and Alyssa sniffled as she laid, naked from the waist down, across my lap. I raised my hand and brought it down as hard as I could, slapping the palm firmly across her buttocks.
“Noooo!” Alyssa screamed, bursting into tears as my hand came down again. She writhed and wailed as I smacked her butt. The flesh turning a healthy red as my hand came down. After the fifth one, it was starting to hurt my hand. Still, I owed her, so I didn’t stop. “Please mommy!” Alyssa wailed.
“You’re seventeen years old!” I declared, “So seventeen spankings!”
I worried about whether I could do seventeen, I was hitting Alyssa as hard as I could but, after ten, I switched hands and realized I could manage it. Alyssa was practically choking on her tears, I almost stopped but then remembered that she could stop me herself at any time, if she wanted to.
“Fifteen,” I declared, the sickening smack hitting her bottom for the fifteenth time. Something warm was on my leg now, and on my hand. Instinctively, my hand ran down to Alyssa’s naughty parts and, as I touched it, I realized she was peeing again. “You dirty girl!” I shouted. “You peed while getting your spankings!”
“I’m sorry!” Alyssa wailed. She frantically moved and writhed on me, as if she was trying to get away, but she never actually made a move to get off my lap.
“Sixteen,” I declared, smacking her bottom again, “And seventeen.”
Alyssa gasped, straining against me at the last strike and I felt one of her hands grip my calf hard. She released it just a few second later, however, laying as a disheveled heap on my lap. She breathed deeply and rapidly as I collected my thoughts. According to the story, next step was forced diapered.
“If you can’t hold you pee-pees, missy,” I declared, pushing her off me and standing up. “Then you have to where diapers.”
“No, no diapers!” Alyssa declared, but all the same she obeyed and let me take her out to the living room where I wiped down her legs and privates before putting a fresh baby-blocks printed diaper on her from her diaper bag. Once it was finished, Alyssa simply sighed in relief and lay quietly on the changing pad.
I looked down at Alyssa’s short-alls, which I was wearing. There was a big wet spot where she’d peed on me. I left her for the moment, surveying the damage to the bathroom. Most of the pee had been on me but I easily cleaned up the little puddle she had left next to the toilet. After that, I went out to the kitchen where I found Alyssa just finishing cleaning up the puddle she had made there.
“I didn’t mind handling it,” I said truthfully. “I wasn’t sure I was doing it right though…”
“We’re totally even for today,” Alyssa said gratefully as she finished cleaning the bathroom floor. “It wouldn’t have been as exciting if I knew exactly what you were going to do. That was awesome.”
I blushed at the compliment. After that, we quietly ate dinner and mused on how absolutely excellent the day had been. We both also expressed our disappointment that my mom was coming home tomorrow. By Sunday night, the diapers would be put away and we’d be back to normal lives.
“How soon until your mom goes off on a trip again?” Alyssa asked hopefully.
“She only goes maybe once or twice a year.” I replied disdainfully.
“Damn.” Alyssa acknowledged. “My parents are planning a vacation in July for just the two of them but that’s four months away.”
“Four months…” I repeated slowly.
We finished dinner and sat on the couch. I turned on the T.V. and Alyssa took out her laptop. I didn’t know what Alyssa could plan next. How could it be any better than what she’d shown me so far. All of this was amazing, it was like she knew about a whole world I’d never even seen. Everything was exciting, adult, and cool.
From two weeks ago when I’d so lonely I was willing to have a babysitter to now when I felt like I was almost a grown-up. What a transition in 24 hours? Plus, the diapers made it so I could be a baby and a grown-up all at once. It was confusing, scary, exciting and magical all at once. I wondered if it was a dream…