"Who's a baby gurll? Who's da wittle baybee gurll?!" Callie cooed, bouncing up and down in front of you, making kissy faces and rubbing her gorgeous tits. "Who is it?! Who's the cutest wittle--why are you making that face?"
You clenched your legs tight. You tried to stop it, trying everything to hold it back, but it was no use. You shamefully started spasming on the floor, diaper crinkling pitifully throughout.
Callie's eyes went wide with surprise. "Oh my gosh!" she gasped. "Did you just...?"
But she didn't give you time to stop her. To say or do anything before her hand shot to the front of your diaper. You felt the tip of her finger swirl around inside before she tugged it forward and peeked inward.
"Oh my GOD!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands to her face, horror stricken. "I... I didn't think that would happen!" she said, fluctuating between a mixture of panic and pity. "I mean...really? You just...All I do is jiggle my tits and you start spewing in your cage??!"
Your cheeks blushed a deeper pink than her shirt which was still barely containing her beautiful breasts.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!!" she reeled, running her hands through her hair anxiously. "Does this happen all the time? Or is your wife going to be mad at me?? She specifically told me not to let you cum under any circumstances, but it's not my fault you're such a fucking loser..."
Again, there was nothing you could do or say but shrink inwards as you were overcome with post-nut shame.
"Your wife should be back from Marcus's in 30 minutes! If she finds out you made a fucking goo goo in your diaper I'm finished! I can't lose this job. It's $2,000 a week!"
Callie paced back and forth desperately, then finally stopped. "Okay, okay. We can fix this...do you have to go poo poo's?"
Even in her fit of distress she still managed to talk to you like a baybee. You gave a quick assessment of your bowel situation, and shook your head 'no'.
"Ughhh!!" she groaned, pacing again. "I'm not allowed to change you out of that sticky diaper unless you make a boom boom first!! I need you to try! Now!"
She looked at you expectantly. A little flummoxed, you eventually dropped down to your haunches.
"I don't hear anything..." she chided.
She wanted you to grunt. To make little constipation noises. So you did. But it was no use.
"God damn it! God DAMN IT!" she groaned, biting her nails and continuing to pace.
"I've got it!" she snapped, turning around and heading back to you still crouching on the floor trying to make a pushy.
"You're going to lick it out!" she smiled resolutely.
Before you could say anything she shoved you backward so that you fell on your back.
"B-but," you protested as she gently removed the tapes off the front of your diaper, making sure they stayed in tact. "But it's already--"
She held the plump pamper up, it was already soaked with piss.
"What? It's already wet?" she asked, laying the diaper flat on the floor. "That's too damn bad. You should have thought of that before you decided to blow your little loser load into your bambinos!"
You tried to argue, tried to protest, but she gripped you by the hair and jerked you over to the pissy padding.
"Please..." you whimpered, staring at the little puddle of goo streaked across the yellow runway. "I don't wanna--" but you didn't get much else out before she slammed your face down.
She held you there, warm padding pressed into your cheeks, not even that close to the puddle, so you had to wiggle your way around for air and access to the load. You wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible to end this ordeal. There was a loud crinkling next to you, then a click. Soon, you felt the cold tinge of a wipe draping across your cage and balls to clean up any sticky evidence that was still dripping out.
"Get it!" She barked, letting you breath and push your tongue along the plump padding, "All of it!" But some was soaking in, your Mommy probably wouldn't be able to tell, but you had to be sure. You actually liked Callie as your betasitter--this situation notwithstanding. She was sweeter and nicer than the rest. Also those boobs were--
The door creaked open. Neither of you had even heard your wife come in the house, but there she was, staring wide-eyed at Callie forcing her husband's face into a wet diaper.
"What is going on here?" your wife, Gina asked.
Callie released your head, looking more terrified than even you were.
"W-we w-were..." you stammered, "I...I m-mean I w-was..."
"I'm SORRY Mrs. Hoffstedder!!" Callie blurted out, close to tears. "I was just bouncing my boobs for him and he...he...he busted a nut in his diaper. But I didn't touch him! I swear! I SWEAR!"
"That's quite alright, dear," Gina said, waving her away and resting a motherly hand on her shoulder, "Calm down, it's nothing to worry about. This happens all the time."
"Really??" Callie asked with a mixture of relief and disbelief.
"Oh honey, of course!!" Gina chuckled, "I mean, he's a beta, honey! Beta's can't help themselves. Their little pinpricks spurt all the time under the slightest of stimulations. It's why they're caged and diapered in the first place! You did nothing wrong, dear."
"So you're not going to fire me??" Callie sniffled.
"Fire you? Of course, not!" Gina cackled, "If anything, I oughta give you a raise! Allen would probably have no problem paying you $2,500 a week if it means he gets to make number 3's at the sight of your beautiful breasts, babe!"
Callie exhaled the biggest sigh of relief, deflating and relaxing a little. "That's so great! Thank you so much!"
"Don't mention it, sweetheart." Gina smiled, then turned back to you. "Now...speaking of accidents..."
She pulled out something she had behind her back the whole time. It was a large, magnum-sized condom, containing a rather large load of spunk.
"Marcus made a number 3 too!" she grinned, grabbing the end of the condom, turning it over, and squeezing the contents out over your freshly licked diaper, making another white, gooey runway strip across. "Beta baybeez always make stickies in diapers. But it's not every day the jizz of a real man ends up in there! Perhaps you should clean his up to. Or would you rather wear it around with you? Callie and I would love to put this diaper back on you, wouldn't we dear?"
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