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Diaper checks make me blushy 😳

Daddy, can you leave the door open a little bit? Juuuuust in case I need your help?

What do you guys think?

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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?

TO BE CONTINUED

Shoutout to @princessdiaperkitty for allowing me to use her beautiful pictures which shy in comparison to how beautiful a person she is!