Note to the reader: this is the sequel to One Summer day.
Francis sat in the sandbox, fidgeting and shifting his weight from one side to the other as he squirmed in place.
The urge to pee had been growing stronger and stronger with every passing minute, and he had been putting off the act of getting up and going inside to tell his babysitter, Gina, of his need.
To Francis, the vast construction project he was working on was far too important to be interrupted by a mere bathroom break. So he struggled and fidgeted uncomfortably, fighting the implacable forces of nature in an epic conflict that was doomed to failure.
The sunny summer sun shone down warmly on his vast array of Tonka trucks, arrayed before him with careful logic and purpose. He was deep in the planning stages of a four lane highway and his concentration was being annoyingly distracted by his growing need to pee. Another strong wave struck him, and he winced as he bit his lip, determined to hold out just a little bit longer. He knelt forward to move an imposing yellow road grader but alas, it proved to be 6 inches too far.
With a strong, irresistible squirt, hot pee sprayed uncontrollably into the thick, soft folds of the multilayered cotton diapers pinned snug around his youthful hips. Francis gasped, and belatedly realized he had lost the gamble.
Crestfallen, he stumbled to his feet and limped awkwardly towards the sliding glass door that opened into the backyard but it proved to be too much for the 12 year-old sissy. A strong flood of pee surged in a torrent behind the first one, quickly soaking the front of his diapers as he stood in place and shook his fists in frustration.
"Oh!" he cried with dismay.
Stamping his feet in place, he looked much like any other incontinent toddler throwing a hissy fit; wearing a short white fleece top with a yellow baby duckling applique on the chest, matching ruffled anklets and white Ked's sneakers, it was an outfit that left his big, bulging diapers clearly on display.
Unable to stem the flow, he continued wetting himself and he felt it pooling in the big, but soft bulk of cloth between his legs before gradually seeping up into his seat.
"Oh--oh!" he squealed again as he danced in place, the all-too familiar, babyish feeling quickly surrounding him as he proceeded to soak his diapers.
There was no rush now, nor was there any point of trying to keep his diapers dry any longer. That mission had failed utterly.
He hadn't wanted to wet his diapers today, he'd only wanted to enjoy the feeling of wearing them for the afternoon, as Gina had allowed him to do the last time he was here.
Francis couldn't explain his interest in diapers and baby wear, he only knew it felt good when he was dressed that way, and to his surprise, he'd discovered his gorgeous babysitter Gina was happy to accommodate him. Besides giving him a sense of safety and security, he also derived a degree of sexual arousal from wearing diapers, despite his tender, prepubescent age. He knew his desires were bizarre and at odds with the norms of society, but he couldn't help the way he felt. And although his feelings were still developing, his recent interest seemed to dovetail with his latest visits to Gina's house.
To be sure, it was unusual that she was so willing to indulge in his bizarre interest to be dressed as a baby, but Francis didn't question her motives--he was only too grateful.
It certainly didn't hurt that she was drop dead gorgeous, with a breathtaking body that she didn't feel particularly compelled to hide under loose clothing. A good portion of Francis' free time at home was spent masturbating to intoxicating visions of Gina, where he would imagine her changing his soft diapers and dressing him up as her baby boy.
And unlike his own mother, Gina never spanked him for wetting his diapers. So he reasoned that while he had tried unsuccessfully to keep them dry today, he had no real reason to be worried. She would simply change him into a fresh, dry set, and he could continue his day as before.
He figured he could be back out in his sandbox, playing with his Tonka trucks inside of five minutes.
Francis sighed as he felt the warm pee saturating the thick seat of his diapers. Briefly, he glanced down between his legs just to make sure there had been no leaks. Fortunately, the snug fitting, brightly colored yellow nursery print plastic panties he was wearing today were well up to the task of containing a thorough soaking of his diapers.
Waddling tentatively onto the back porch, he pushed open the glass sliding door and entered the house. He was about to pass through the dining room and enter the living room when he heard Gina's voice, speaking to what appeared to be someone else in the room.
A wave of panic washed over him as he froze in his tracks but it was too late.
Gina turned to face him, her long, blonde hair framing her pretty face as her crystal blue eyes gazed over at him.
"Oh, hello Francis, come inside and say hi to my friend," she beckoned him.
Somehow thinking his silence would keep his presence a secret, Francis shook his head frantically, pointing nervously at the unseen guest in the other room beyond the corner of the wall.
"Come here Francis," she giggled, "there's no need to hide--Heather has been watching you from the kitchen while you were playing with your trucks."
Francis blushed but he was incapable of resisting Gina's overwhelming force of personality and he slowly stumbled forward into the living room to stand alongside her by the couch.
Too shy to be able to actually look the stranger in the face, Francis glanced up furtively before casting his eyes back down on the ground. In the half second that he had spied her, he nevertheless realized that she was an attractive woman. With long brunette locks, a cute button of a nose and full, luscious lips, she was nearly the equal of Gina.
Francis' cheeks buzzed with shame as he stood there before the two of them, dressed like a bedwetting toddler who had just come in from playtime, albeit, one that was obviously far too old to still be in diapers. He could only wonder what this other woman must think of him—a twelve year-old boy dressed as a baby.
"Francis, did you wet your pampers?" Gina asked pointedly.
The boy shook his head, swallowing hard as he desperately began trying to think of a way to get out of the room.
Casually reaching over, Gina squeezed the thick plastic covered seat of his diapers which elicited an involuntary squeal from the child, followed by the insertion of two of her fingers inside the elastic waistband of his vinyl panties.
"Francis, you are soaked!" she exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I-it was j-just an accident," he stammered as his cheeks blushed crimson and tears of shame brimmed in his eyes.
While he enjoyed the unique fantasy of being Gina's baby in the privacy of her home, Francis was completely unprepared to being seen by anyone else. This was absolutely mortifying!
"Well, we'll just change your diapers after lunch, and then it will be naptime," she explained simply to the trembling, embarrassed sissy.
Francis whimpered in protest but Gina was already getting to her feet. If only he had just stayed outside!
She took his hand and led him into the dining room, where a pink and white highchair stood nearby the counter. Removing the serving tray and setting it on the table, Gina easily picked Francis up and placed the helpless, kicking boy into the seat. Before he could respond, she had already clicked the tray back in place, effectively trapping him. The childish smell of pee surrounded him as the warm, soaking wet cloth squished against his bottom inside his diapers.
"I don't wanna eat!" he whined petulantly as he shook his fists.
Taking a baby bottle out of the warmer, Gina quickly pushed it between his pouting lips, effectively silencing the upset boy. His cheeks reddened with shame as Heather came over to look down on him, his babysitter having efficiently ended his tantrum with a nipple. He tried to push the bottle away but Gina simply took a hold of his hands and prevented him from interfering with his nursing.
Heather smiled and the two of them resumed their discussion as if Francis wasn't even there. He was forced to drink the entire bottle of warm milk as he breathed the varied scents surrounding him; Gina's enticing perfume, the babyishly familiar milk flowing uninterrupted through the rubber nipple in his mouth, and the occasional pungent smell of pee wafting up from his wet diapers every time he shifted in his seat. His view was mostly limited to her tremendous breasts and he squirmed in place, thoroughly humiliated and sexually frustrated.
Once he had finished the bottle, Gina removed it and placed it on the tray, going over to the counter to prepare his lunch. Taking several jars of baby food, she emptied them into a multi-partitioned plastic tray and brought it back over to Francis. Picking up a vinyl covered bib she'd put on the table, Gina tied it around Francis' neck. As she smoothed it across his chest, Heather giggled upon reading the light-hearted script in nursery blocks; 'I love diapers'.
With a large pink spoon, Gina ladled a heaping pile of mixed peas and she brought it up to Francis's lips.
"Here you go, sweetie, yummy veggies," she said as she beamed down on the trapped child.
"Mmmm, that looks good," Heather agreed enthusiastically.
Francis shook his head, but Gina gently pinched his nose until he gasped for air.
Quickly, she rewarded him with the big spoonful of peas, spilling a good portion of it on his chin.
"Heather--can you prepare another bottle for him? I have a feeling Francis's going to need some more milk to wash this down."
"Of course," she eagerly agreed.
Francis squirmed in his seat, helpless to stop the assaults of pureed mush that Gina was quickly shoveling into his mouth. In no time at all, his mouth and chin were caked with baby food and Heather was soon forcing him to finish off his second bottle of warmed milk. Swinging his Mary Janes in helpless frustration, he whimpered weakly as another hot surge flooded into his wet diapers again, making him feel more babyish than ever.
Taking a wet washcloth, Gina meticulously cleaned Francis's sloppy face as she beamed down on him.
"Francis, I'm sure if you asked Heather nicely, she would be happy to lend a hand in changing your diapers," she explained.
Francis blushed hotly and looked away.
"Come on now, a baby bedwetter like you needs a fresh set of diapers for nap time," she continued.
That only made Francis blush more furiously and he was now strongly regretting asking his babysitter to play dress up with him today.
"Uh-uh," he whimpered in weak protest.
Gina smiled at her friend.
"He's just a bit shy--aren't you sweetie," she said.
Francis said nothing, swinging his feet and wishing he could get up and out of his highchair.
At last, Gina removed the serving tray and helped him down, taking his hand and leading him back to the nursery. Heather followed the two of them, and Francis grew more nervous as they entered the infantile room and Gina put him down on the changing table. To be sure, his plans for today had badly backfired and he felt both foolish and naive for indulging in his fantasy play.
He wondered anxiously, how many people Heather would tell about the twelve year-old boy she'd met and who's wet diapers she'd helped changed today.
Whimpering helplessly, Francis was on the verge of tears as Gina peeled the clinging wet plastic panties off his diaper and down his smooth legs.
"My, you've really soaked yourself, haven't you?" Heather observed.
Francis bit his lip but said nothing as Gina unpinned his sopping wet diapers and deposited them in the diaper pail next to them. As Francis's tiny little package came into view, Heather giggled, and he fought back bitter tears of shame. Nevertheless, Gina took her time, cleaning his bottom and unimpressive crotch before sliding a tall stack of fluffy, soft diapers under his rump again, all the while, humming a pleasant tune to herself.
"There," she said with satisfaction, "These will keep your crib nice and dry. Remember the last time you were here and you wet the bed, Francis?"
The squirming sissy's cheeks flushed a bright red at her remark and he looked away anxiously. Why was she taking her time in changing him? Didn't she know how humiliating this was for him?
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