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Annaliese PT.Something (this one gets kinky)

Mia worked carefully with the wipes, cleaning every messy crease while Annaliese stayed draped over her lap, face buried in the bedspread. The ruined pull-up lay crumpled on the floor. A fresh one waited on the dresser, but Mia didn’t reach for it yet.

Instead her hands slowed. One stayed on Annaliese’s lower back, holding her gently in place. The other traced a slow path down between her thighs, spreading them just enough. Annaliese tensed.

“Mia…?” Her voice came out small and uncertain.

“Shh.” Mia’s breath was warm against the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Just stay still for me, baby girl.”

Then Mia leaned in and dragged her tongue in a long, slow stripe right over Annaliese’s bare pussy. Annaliese gasped, hips jerking.

“M-Mia, what are you doing?”

Mia didn’t answer with words. She licked again, slower this time, circling Annaliese’s clit with the tip of her tongue before sucking it gently between her lips. Annaliese’s protest melted into a shaky moan. Her fingers twisted in the bedspread.

“Oh....oh my god.....Mia..." Annaliese moaned

"you like that don't you naughty girl" Mia spoke softly

Mia hummed against her, the vibration making Annaliese’s thighs tremble. She kept one arm wrapped firmly around Annaliese’s waist so she couldn’t squirm away, treating it like just another part of the change. Long, wet strokes. Soft suction. The occasional gentle nip that pulled a high, broken little whimper out of Annaliese every time.

“You taste so sweet,” Mia murmured between licks. “Has anyone ever done this for you before?”

Annaliese shook her head frantically against the bedspread, voice cracking. “N-no… I’ve always… I’ve always liked you, but I never thought......”

“Good.” Mia sucked harder for a moment, then pulled back just enough to speak. “Then this is mine now. Be a good girl and stay still while I take care of you.”

Annaliese came with a high, choked cry, thighs shaking around Mia’s head, the leftover sting on her bottom mixing with the sudden wet heat until her whole body trembled. Only then did Mia pull back, wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, and reach for the fresh pull-up.

“There,” she said softly, voice low and fond. “Good girl. Now we can finish getting you clean and dry.”

She powdered Annaliese lightly, guided her feet into the new pull-up, and tugged it up snug around her hips. The thick padding settled between her legs with a soft crinkle. Mia smoothed the sides, then helped her into a pair of soft cotton shorts and a loose pastel t-shirt.

“All better,” Mia said, giving the padded seat a light pat. “Come downstairs. You can play while I make us something to eat.”

The rest of the afternoon settled into a strange, sweet rhythm.

Annaliese sat cross-legged on the living-room rug surrounded by the old dolls her mother had never thrown away. She held a plastic brush in one hand and a blonde doll in the other, talking to it in a soft, high voice.

“Your hair’s all tangled again. Hold still…” She paused, lifted her free hand, and absently picked her nose, wiping it on the hem of her t-shirt without seeming to notice. A moment later the front of her pull-up grew warm and heavy. She shifted, the plastic crinkling, but kept brushing the doll’s hair.

Mia watched from the kitchen doorway for a few seconds, then walked over and crouched down.

“Annaliese. Did you just wet?”

Annaliese glanced up, eyes wide and guilty. “I… maybe a little.”

Mia reached down and pressed her palm against the front of the soft shorts. The padding underneath was unmistakably soaked.

“More than a little. Come on. Training potty or change your choice.”

Annaliese’s lower lip pushed out. “Don’t wanna use the potty. It’s for babies.”

“You’re wearing a pull-up and playing with dolls on the floor,” Mia said gently but firmly. “Upstairs. Now.”

In the bedroom Mia had her lie back on the changing mat she’d spread on the bed. She peeled the wet pull-up away, wiped her clean, and started to tape up a fresh one only to pause when her fingers brushed something warmer and softer at the back.

“Annaliese.”

“What?”

“Did you poop too?”

“No!” The answer came too fast. Annaliese’s face turned bright pink.

Mia peeled the back open further. The inside was completely soiled messy and heavy. A soft scent filled the quiet room.

“You did. And you fibbed about it.” Mia’s voice stayed calm, almost fond. “Little girls who mess their pull-ups and then lie about it get their bottoms spanked before they get cleaned up. Roll over.”

Annaliese whimpered but obeyed, draping herself across Mia’s lap again. Mia delivered a dozen firm, stinging smacks across her bare cheeks while Annaliese kicked her feet and clutched the bedspread.

“Ow....Mia....Im sorry!”

“I know you are.” Smack. “But you’re still getting cleaned up properly.” Smack. “And next time you tell me the truth.”

Afterward Mia wiped her thoroughly, powdered her, and taped a thicker nighttime pull up around her hips instead of another daytime pull-up. She helped her back into the soft shorts, then pulled Annaliese into her lap and kissed her forehead.

“There. All taken care of.”

That evening they ended up on the big couch under a shared blanket. Annaliese curled against Mia’s side, the thick Goodnite making a quiet crinkle every time she shifted. One of her hands absently played with the hem of Mia’s shirt. Mia ran her fingers through Annaliese’s hair, then let her hand drift lower, slipping under the waistband of the Goodnite to stroke her slowly.

Annaliese made a soft, needy sound and nuzzled closer, pressing her face against Mia’s breast through her shirt.

“Mia…” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can I stay like this? Little… with you taking care of me?”

Mia’s hand kept moving in slow, deliberate circles. She leaned down and kissed Annaliese’s mouth, lazy and deep.

“You’re already little,” she murmured against her lips. “And I’m already taking care of you. That’s not changing.”

Annaliese PT.whatever I don't fucking know

A few days later the daytime accidents still hadn’t stopped. Annaliese had soaked two pairs of jeans and one pair of leggings since the mall, and the Goodnites at night were no longer enough to keep her parents from looking worried. When they announced they had to leave town for a long weekend an unavoidable family obligation three hours away her mother sat her down at the kitchen table with a soft but firm expression.

“You’re eighteen, but right now you’re having too many accidents to stay alone. We’ve already called someone to stay with you.”

Annaliese’s face crumpled. “Mom! I don’t need a babysitter! I’m not a little kid!”

The protest quickly turned into a full tantrum stomping feet, crossed arms, and big, frustrated tears. She was still mid-meltdown when the front door opened and Mia walked in carrying an overnight bag.

The moment Annaliese saw her, the stomping stopped. Her lower lip wobbled, but the angry fire in her eyes softened into something much smaller and shyer.

“Mia…?”

Mia gave her a gentle smile. “Hey, you. Looks like I’m on babysitting duty this weekend.”

Her mother handed Mia a short handwritten list.

“She’s to stay in pull-ups the entire time, We’ve left a whole pack of the daytime ones on her dresser, plus the thicker nighttime ones. When she needs to go, she uses the little training potty we put in the upstairs bathroom. No regular toilet for now. If she has an accident or gets bratty, you’re allowed to correct her. We’ve already told her the rules.”

Annaliese’s cheeks burned bright pink, but she didn’t argue again. She just clutched the hem of her shirt and peeked up at Mia through her lashes.

Once the front door closed and the car pulled out of the driveway, the house felt very quiet. Mia set her bag down and turned to Annaliese with a soft, playful smile.

“All right, little one. Let’s get you changed into a fresh pull-up so we can start the weekend properly.”

Annaliese huffed, suddenly bratty again. “I’m not little. And I don’t need you to change me.”

Mia raised an eyebrow. “That sounded an awful lot like talking back. Come on. Upstairs.”

In the bedroom Mia had her step out of her clothes and into a soft white pull-up, smoothing the sides snug around her hips. The padding was thicker than ordinary underwear and made a quiet crinkle when Annaliese walked. She immediately started testing boundaries refusing to pick a movie, whining about the training potty when Mia reminded her, and finally sticking her tongue out when Mia asked her to come sit on the couch.

Mia sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted her lap. “Okay. That’s enough bratting for one afternoon. Over my knee.”

Annaliese’s eyes went wide, but after a second of hesitation she shuffled over and draped herself across Mia’s lap. Mia tugged the soft shorts and the back of the pull-up down just far enough, then delivered a series of firm, stinging smacks across Annaliese’s bare bottom. Each one made Annaliese squirm and let out little watery whimpers, her legs kicking lightly.

Halfway through the spanking Mia paused. Her nose wrinkled.

“…Annaliese?”

“W-what?” came the muffled reply.

“Did you poop in your pull-up?”

“No!” Annaliese answered too quickly, voice high and defensive. “I didn’t!”

Mia’s hand rested on the warm, slightly squishy padding. “I’m going to check.”

She peeled the back of the pull-up open carefully. The inside was completely soiled messy and heavy and the front was soaked through as well. A soft, unmistakable scent filled the quiet bedroom.

Mia let out a gentle, almost fond sigh. “Oh, dear… you made a very big mess. And you fibbed about it.”

Annaliese buried her face in the bedspread, ears burning, the thick, ruined pull-up still hanging open while Mia reached for the wipes and a fresh one from the pack on the dresser.

Mia kept the radio low on the drive home, one hand on the wheel and the other resting near Annaliese’s on the console. The soft black leggings she had given her were dry and comfortable, but Annaliese still felt jittery and small after everything at the mall.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to,” Mia said gently. “I’m just glad I was there. We’ll get you home and you can breathe, okay?”

Annaliese nodded, staring out the window. “Thank you… for not laughing.”

“Never,” Mia answered softly.

They had only been on the road a few minutes when the lower pressure started deep and sudden and impossible to ignore. Annaliese shifted in the seat, pressing her thighs together, cheeks already warming.

“Mia… I think I need”

It was too late. A soft, warm push escaped before she could stop it, then another, filling the seat of the leggings in a slow, thick mess she couldn’t hold back. The car filled with a faint but unmistakable scent. Annaliese’s eyes went wide and shiny with tears.

“Oh no… Mia, I I....i pooped my pants....”

Mia glanced over, nose wrinkling just a little before her expression softened completely. She didn’t raise her voice or pull over in a panic. She simply reached over and gave Annaliese’s hand a quick, reassuring squeeze.

“Hey. It’s okay. Accidents happen. We’re almost there. Just stay still and we’ll get you cleaned up the second we’re inside, all right?”

Annaliese could only nod, mortified, the soft weight in her leggings shifting every time the car turned. By the time they pulled into the driveway she was sniffling quietly.

Her mom was on the porch again. The moment Annaliese stepped out, the scent and the careful way she was walking told the whole story. Her mother’s eyes widened, then softened with that familiar mix of concern and firmness.

“Oh, sweetheart… did you poop your pants?” She looked at Mia. “Thank you for bringing her home. Come inside, both of you.”

In the laundry room just off the kitchen, her mom helped Annaliese out of the messy leggings with practiced, no-nonsense care. Once she was cleaned up with warm wipes, her mother patted the top of the dryer.

“Over you go, young lady. You know better than to wait until it’s too late"

The spanking was firm but not mean: a steady series of open-handed smacks across Annaliese’s bare bottom that left it warm and pink while she squirmed and let out little watery whimpers. Mia stood just outside the half-open door, eyes wide, hands clasped in front of her,

When it was finished, Annaliese’s mom opened the special bottom drawer and pulled out a thick nighttime Goodnites

“Step in, honey.”

Annaliese stepped in, face burning. The padding settled thick and crinkly between her legs and high on her hips. Her mom pulled it up snugly, smoothed the plastic outer cover, and then helped her into a pair of soft cotton shorts that did almost nothing to hide the bulk.

“There. All taken care of.” She looked at Mia, who was still watching in quiet surprise. “She has nighttime accidents. Has for a long time. We keep these ready for her.”

Mia swallowed, then nodded slowly. “I can see that.” She stepped closer, voice gentle. “If it’s okay… I can stay. Like a babysitter. Just for tonight. Make sure she’s okay, help with whatever she needs. I don’t mind at all.”

Annaliese’s mom studied her for a moment, then gave a small, grateful smile. “That would actually be a big help. Thank you, Mia.”

Upstairs in Annaliese’s bedroom, the door closed softly behind them. Annaliese stood in the middle of the room in her bulky Goodnite and soft shorts, arms crossed, looking equal parts embarrassed and relieved.

Mia sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside her. “Come here. You’re allowed to feel weird about all of this. But I’m not going anywhere. Babysitter mode is officially on.” She gave a tiny, playful smile. “Which means snacks, a movie, and you tell me when you need to potty, Deal?”

Annaliese let out a watery little laugh and carefully sat down, the Goodnite giving a soft, telltale crinkle. After a second she leaned her head against Mia’s shoulder.

Like us she not just cute as fuck?

Annaliese and The Baby Sitter Pt2

The diner had been loud and bright and full of the kind of easy noise that made Annaliese almost forget the night before. They had crowded into a corner booth, ordered too many waffles and shared plates of hash browns, and talked over each other about summer plans and who was leaving for college first. By the time they paid the check and piled into Mia’s car for the short drive to the mall, she felt almost normal again.

The food court was already busy when they arrived. Sophia wanted new shoes. Jordan needed a phone case. Leah was determined to try on every summer dress in the first store they passed. Annaliese trailed behind them, smiling at the right moments, but the familiar low pressure had begun to build again somewhere between the parking garage and the escalator. She would find a bathroom the second they slowed down.

They didn’t slow down.

Sophia linked her arm through Annaliese’s and tugged her toward the big open atrium near the center of the mall. “Come on, Sephora is supposed to have free samples. I want that highlighter everyone’s posting about.”

Annaliese nodded, trying to keep her steps even. The pressure grew heavier with every minute. She clenched hard, shifted her weight from one foot to the other while Sophia held up different lip glosses, and forced herself to laugh when Jordan made a face at a particularly glittery eyeshadow. The bathroom signs were visible across the atrium, but every time she started to excuse herself, someone pulled her into another conversation or another store entrance.

One second she was standing still, nodding at something Leah said about a sale. The next second the dam simply broke. There was no gentle warning, hot, uncontrollable warmth rushed down the front of her jeans in a long, helpless stream. The denim darkened instantly, a spreading stain that soaked through the fabric and began to drip onto the polished floor between her sneakers.

She froze, eyes wide, hands hovering uselessly at her sides. The wet heat spread down her inner thighs and kept going. A small puddle formed at her feet.

Sophia turned first. Her gaze dropped, then widened. For half a second she looked startled. Then a sharp, delighted laugh burst out of her.

“Oh my god. Annaliese. Did you just?” She clapped a hand over her mouth, but the laughter kept coming. “You actually peed yourself. In the middle of the mall. Are you serious right now?”

Jordan’s mouth fell open. Leah took an automatic step back, eyes flicking from the spreading stain to Annaliese’s face.

Annaliese’s cheeks burned so hot she felt dizzy. She couldn’t move. The last of it was still leaking out in weak pulses, darkening the lower half of her jeans even further. People nearby were starting to glance over.

Sophia was still laughing, though now it had an edge of pure teasing. “I can’t believe this. Miss Perfect just wet her pants like a little kid. Should we go find you some pull-ups or something?”

“Sophia, stop.” Mia’s voice cut through sharply. She had been a step behind and now moved fast, stepping between Sophia and Annaliese. Her expression was tight with anger. “That’s enough. It’s not funny.”

Sophia rolled her eyes, still grinning. “Come on, it’s a little funny. She pissed herself"

“I said stop.” Mia’s tone left no room. She turned to Annaliese, voice dropping, gentler but urgent. “Hey. Look at me. We’re going to the bathroom. Right now.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Mia took Annaliese’s wrist firmly and pulled her toward the nearest restroom corridor, ignoring the stares and the soft sound of wet sneakers on the tile. Sophia called something after them another teasing remark but Mia didn’t look back.

Inside the large, fluorescent-lit bathroom, Mia guided Annaliese into the biggest accessible stall. The second the door closed behind them, Annaliese’s composure cracked. Her hands were shaking. Tears welled up hot and fast.

“I.....I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I tried. I really tried. It just....”

“Hey. No.” Mia’s voice stayed calm and steady. She was already pulling paper towels from the dispenser in thick handfuls. “You don’t apologize for this. Not to me."

Annaliese sank onto the toilet lid, jeans heavy and cold and clinging. Mia crouched in front of her without hesitation, working quickly and carefully. She helped ease the soaked denim down, used the paper towels to clean what she could, and didn’t flinch at any of it. When she spoke again her voice was quiet, only for the two of them.

“I’ve known you a long time. You don’t have to explain anything right now if you don’t want to. But you’re okay. We’re going to get you cleaned up, and then we’re going to walk out of here like nothing happened. Sophia can deal with me later, besides I have a younger sister I'm used to this.”

Annaliese swallowed hard, staring at the floor. The humiliation sat heavy in her chest, but Mia’s steady presence kept it from swallowing her completely. Outside the stall they could still hear the muffled mall noise and, faintly, Sophia’s voice talking to the others. Mia ignored it.

“I have an extra pair of leggings in my bag in the car,” Mia said after a minute. “I’ll go get them. You stay here. Lock the stall. I’ll be right back.”

Annaliese stood in front of the bathroom mirror long after the others had gone downstairs, the soft fluorescent light making her look older than eighteen. Graduation was only hours behind her. The diploma sat framed on her desk upstairs, still smelling faintly of the paper and the flowers her parents had given her. Tonight was supposed to be the prize for surviving four years of high school: her first real sleepover since she was fourteen. Four friends. The finished basement. No parents hovering after eleven.

She locked the door, stripped off her jeans, and stepped into a fresh Goodnite. The soft plastic outer layer whispered as she pulled it up over her hips. The padding settled thick and warm between her legs. She smoothed the leg gathers, tugged an oversized sleep shirt down to mid-thigh, then pulled on loose gray cotton shorts. In the mirror the outline was still there if someone looked hard enough—a subtle bulk that ordinary underwear never made. She turned sideways, adjusted the shirt again, and whispered to her reflection, “Just get through the night.”

Downstairs the basement already smelled like pizza and nail polish. Mia had claimed the big sectional, legs draped over the arm. Sophia was arguing with Jordan about which horror movie to put on. Leah sat cross-legged on a sleeping bag, scrolling through photos from the ceremony.

“Finally,” Mia called when Annaliese appeared. “We were about to start without you.”

“Sorry. Just changing.” Annaliese kept her voice light and dropped onto the far end of the couch, carefully angling her body so the bulk of the Goodnite stayed hidden against the cushions.

Jordan waved the remote. “Okay, vote. Jump scares or psychological?”

“Jump scares,” Sophia said immediately. “I want to scream.”

Leah grinned. “As long as nobody actually pees themselves from fright.”

The joke landed like a small stone in Annaliese’s stomach. She forced a laugh with the others and reached for a slice of pizza she didn’t really want. Every time she shifted, the plastic outer layer of the Goodnite made the faintest crinkle under her shorts. She sat very still.

They watched the movie with the lights low. Annaliese barely followed the plot. She counted the sips of soda everyone else took and limited herself to half a glass of water. When the credits rolled, the girls spread out their blankets and sleeping bags across the carpet. Annaliese claimed the corner farthest from the bathroom, closest to the wall, and arranged her own blanket so it covered her from the waist down.

Sophia flopped onto her stomach nearby. “God, it feels good not to have parents checking on us every hour.”

Mia stretched. “Right? We should do this more often now that we’re all officially free.”

Jordan rolled onto her side, facing Annaliese. “You good over there? You’ve been quiet.”

“Just tired,” Annaliese said. “Long day.”

Leah yawned. “Lights out in five. I’m done.”

The basement settled into darkness broken only by the faint glow of phone screens that slowly went dark one by one. Whispered conversations faded. Annaliese lay on her side, knees drawn up, listening to the soft breathing around her. The Goodnite felt secure for now, dry and thick. She told herself she had timed everything carefully. She had gone to the bathroom twice before bed. She would be fine.

Around two in the morning the first deep, insistent pressure woke her. She clenched hard, rolled carefully onto her stomach, and pressed her face into the pillow. The urge only grew heavier, warmer, more impossible to ignore. Her bladder had never cared about timing or pride or the four girls sleeping only a few feet away.

A small, hot trickle escaped before she could stop it. Then another. The Goodnite took it with a quiet, absorbent hush, the padding swelling against her skin. She froze completely, heart slamming so hard she was certain someone would hear it. The plastic outer layer shifted with the smallest crinkle as the material expanded.

Sophia murmured in her sleep and rolled over. Annaliese held her breath until the other girl settled again. The leak slowed, then stopped. The diaper was damp but still holding. She exhaled shakily through her nose and forced herself to stay still. She could get up, invent an excuse, change in the upstairs bathroom. But the stairs creaked. The light under the door would shine across the basement. Someone might wake and ask why she was moving around at two in the morning.

She stayed where she was, cheeks burning in the dark, and waited.

Near four the second wave came without warning. There was no gentle trickle this time—just a sudden, full, helpless release. Warmth flooded the Goodnite in a long, heavy rush. The padding expanded, thick and saturated, pressing firmly against her thighs and the soft skin of her lower belly. A soft plastic sound whispered as it stretched to its limit. A thin line of wetness crept along the leg gathers and touched the outside of her cotton shorts.

Annaliese bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste metal. She kept her eyes shut and her body rigid. The moisture cooled against her skin. The weight between her legs felt enormous, impossible to ignore. She wondered if the others could smell it—the faint, clean chemical scent of the absorbent core mixed with the unmistakable warmth of urine. She wondered if the damp patch on her shorts would show when morning light finally came through the high basement windows.

Dawn arrived slowly. Sophia was the first to sit up, stretching and yawning loudly. “Anyone else need coffee like, right now?”

Annaliese stayed curled on her side, facing the wall, shorts carefully arranged so the wetter parts stayed against the blanket. The Goodnite was cold and heavy now, the front and back both thoroughly soaked. When she finally moved, the fabric of her shorts clung for a second before peeling free with a faint wet sound that made her stomach drop.

Mia glanced over, still half-asleep. “You okay? You look pale.”

“Fine,” Annaliese said quickly, voice a little too high. “Just didn’t sleep great.”

Jordan sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Same. That movie kept playing in my head.”

Leah stretched her arms overhead. “I’m starving. Breakfast run?”

Annaliese waited until the others were distracted by their phones and the debate over pancakes versus bagels before she stood. The padding shifted with every careful step, a soft, unmistakable rustle under the cotton shorts. She walked with her thighs pressed together, heat rising in her face, and made it to the stairs without anyone calling her name.

Upstairs, behind the locked bathroom door, she stripped off the ruined Goodnite. The padding was swollen and heavy, the plastic outer layer still cool and slightly damp where the leak had reached the edge. She cleaned herself thoroughly, changed into ordinary underwear and a fresh pair of shorts from her bag, and shoved the wet clothes into a plastic bag at the bottom of the laundry hamper. By the time she came back downstairs in clean clothes, the others were already planning who would drive to the diner.

Sophia looked up and smiled. “There you are. We’re thinking waffles. You in?”

Annaliese managed a real smile this time. “Yeah. Definitely.”

No one asked why she had changed. No one mentioned the brief, soft crinkle they might have heard in the dark or the way she had stayed so carefully still for hours. The secret had held—barely. The Goodnite had done its job until the very end, and the small leak that reached her shorts had stayed hidden in the low light and the tangle of blankets.