Chapter Three--A Babysitter for Marcus
As boring as school was, I was absolutely dreading going home.
Once again, and despite my best efforts, I'd managed to have another accident, and the front of my pants now bore a telltale wet spot. It had been bad enough getting teased by my peers, but what worried me, was what was waiting at home. My mom was making a habit now, out of checking my pants when I arrived and any traces of wetness were swiftly punished with ten hard swats from her paddle. So far, I'd never made it through all ten without crying like a baby.
For some reason, it was getting harder and harder to control my peeing. Ever since she had started putting me in diapers when I got home in the afternoons, I was accidentally wetting myself more and more often. It was becoming rare for me to wake up without soaking my diapers at night. And it was carrying over during the school days, even when I wasn't diapered.
I could still remember Ariel's haunting words, "it usually doesn't take long for them to start wetting themselves during the day". It seemed her words had become like a prophecy fulfilled.
And if my coming spanking wasn't enough to cause me anxiety, the effects of my chastity device were certainly making themselves felt. It had been almost three weeks since I had been able to masturbate freely and I was beside myself with horniness. Every flash of female skin, every sign or advertisement I saw with a woman made me crazy with arousal. But there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I had tried everything to try and remove the damned chastity device that Ariel had put on me but nothing had worked. And I had no way of satisfying my sexual urges. I felt tense, irritable, and on edge constantly.
I stopped at the edge of our driveway, not wanting to go inside. At last, I realized there was no point in putting off the inevitable. With heavy heart, I strode slowly up the path to our front door.
Going through the threshold, I didn't immediately see my mom and I thought I just might be able to sneak into my room and change out of my pants before she saw me.
"Marcus," my mom greeted me from behind me. She had apparently been outside in the garden and it was just my terrible luck that she was coming in at the same time I was.
"H-hi mom," I croaked anxiously.
"Were you able to stay dry today?" she asked without delay.
Before I could answer, she bent over and stared at the dark wet spot on the front of my jeans.
"Wet again, I see," she commented dryly, "am I going to have to start putting you in diapers for school too?"
"No mommy--it was just an accident," I squeaked.
"This is the third 'accident' you've had this week," she countered sternly.
"B-b-but, I couldn't help it," I whined plaintively.
Snatching me by my wrist, she dragged me over to the kitchen table and made me face forward.
"Pants down--hands on the table. You know the drill," she ordered me curtly.
I whimpered in fear as I reluctantly undid the button of my jeans, unzipped the fly and let them fall around my ankles. I put my palms on the surface of the table which left me bent over at the waist, my round, youthful bottom, a tempting target for her paddle.
She was not long in returning, but when she saw my damp Spider-Man underwear still up, she came over and angrily yanked them down to my knees.
"This is what happens to little boys who wet their pants," she said as she positioned herself next to me. The Spencer paddle swooped up and then came down with a thundering swat against both my bare cheeks.
"OOWWWW!" I wailed at the top of my lungs.
I wiggled my bottom that was now bearing a red, rectangular imprint across both buns.
"I promise not to wet my pants like a baby," I gasped on cue.
SMACKKK!!
"OOWW-WOWW!!"
"I-I p-promise not to wet my pants like a baby," I stammered.
SMACKKKK!!
I howled out loudly and my hands shot back to rub my poor, blistered bottom as I danced in place.
"Hands on the table!" my mom ordered me.
I stamped my feet in frustration and did as I was told.
"I-I p-promise not to w-wet my pants like a baby," I sobbed.
SMACKKK!!
Hot tears tumbled down my cheeks as I cried out, shaking my hot, stinging rump in the air, wishing I could somehow cool it down.
I blubbered out my line just as the doorbell rang.
Both our heads turned in the direction of the doorway, and my mom went over to see who it was.
"Don't you move a muscle, you've still got six more to go, mister," she told me as she waved the paddle at me.
I whimpered helplessly and sniffled, dreading the additional swats I still had to suffer.
My mom opened the door and a smile suddenly appeared on her face.
"Ariel! Come in-come in," she said exuberantly.
The familiar blond strode through the door like an empress, her commanding authority made all the more so, by her tall, stiletto heels.
"I was just teaching my sissy son here, a lesson--it seems he's having a difficult time keeping his pants dry at school."
Ariel was wearing a snug pink tank top with the words "Got Milk? written across her incredible bosom. Obviously, she was very much the kind of woman to embrace her sexuality, and her short skirt only added to the effect.
"Well, don't let me stop you--you go on with whatever instruction you see fit to give him," the pretty woman told her.
"Let's see..." my mom said as she resumed her position to the left and behind me, "where were we? Oh yes, I think it was number three."
Without giving me a chance to argue, she wound up and brought the paddle down fiercely, making me buck forward as I cried out in pain.
"OW-WOW-WOW!!" I hollered, "M-mommy--I've already h-had four," I wailed pitifully.
"Then it looks like you're getting one extra today," she said as she swatted me again just as hard.
I bawled out, slapping my hands on the table repeatedly as Ariel took a seat opposite me, devoting her full attention to my humiliating punishment.
"I-I-I-I p-promise n-not to wet my p-pants like a baby," I sobbed in anguish.
This was absolutely mortifying, being punished like a child in front of another person--all the more so, since she was a gorgeous female.
Six scalding swats later, I was crying and unable to say my lines coherently. Ariel stood up and came over to look down at me.
"Well, it seems every time I see you, you're getting your little bottom spanked," she remarked with a smirk.
I sobbed pathetically as I desperately rubbed my burning backside with my hands.
"Come along, Marcus, it's diaper time," my mom said as she led the way back to my bedroom.
Tearfully, I walked gingerly behind her, deeply ashamed that once again, an outsider was being made a witness to my bedwetting diaper discipline.
When we got into my bedroom, I saw my diapers already laid out, arranged on top of the nursery print changing pad she'd put on my bed. The stack of Birdseye cloth was very thick, and I knew from experience that it would be soft and fluffy too. That was the only upside to my punishment; they were just so comfy to wear, I had actually started to develop a secret love for the humiliating underwear. I could only imagine how it would feel like to masturbate in them, but of course, my chastity device made sure that was impossible.
I laid myself down on the pillowy stack carefully, but my bottom was still throbbing hot, stinging and sore.
With Ariel watching closely, my mom grasped my ankles and swung them upwards, over my head.
"Right where a sissy belongs," Ariel said smugly, "spanked and about to be pinned into his baby diapers."
I blushed hotly, looking away and blinking tears of shame from my eyes as my mom began smearing creamy Desitin across my burning cheeks. She made sure to apply a thick coat of the sticky substance on my bottom before releasing my ankles. Next, she powdered me very thoroughly, surrounding me with the babyish scent, before pulling the thick mass of soft cloth between my legs and around my hips. I whimpered weakly as she pinned the sides together snugly. Ariel was waiting for me with my plastic pants. They were yellow nursery print and I felt so childish wearing them. Nevertheless, I cooperated submissively and put my feet through the leg holes as she slowly drew them up my skinny legs.
"Here you are baby boy," she said with mock sweetness, "all safe and secure in your diapers and waterproof panties."
My face was flushed and hot and I whimpered with embarrassment. After she powdered between my legs, she re-tied my sneakers.
"Marcus," my mom began, "I have plans tonight, so Ariel has generously offered to babysit you."
I gasped with shock.
"B-babysit me," I blurted out, "I don't need a babysitter!"
"Any sissy who wets his diapers like a baby, needs a babysitter," Ariel quipped.
I blushed again at the humiliating accuracy of her statement.
"Marcus, you'd better not get sassy with Ariel--she has my permission to spank if you don't do exactly as she says," my mom added.
Looking at the smug blond, I bit my lip but said nothing--my bottom was still sore and I didn't want to tempt her.
I heard the jingling of keys and saw Ariel getting ready to leave.
"Wa-wait! I can't leave dressed like this," I said in a rising panic.
"You can, and will," she said sternly as she gripped me by the wrist and began pulling me towards the door.
"Mommy!" I cried but she only shook her head, showing her lack of sympathy.
Ariel pulled me out the door and I couldn't believe I was going outside with my diapers so totally exposed. What if the neighbors were to see me? I would be mortified beyond words.
We went to her Lexus and I tried to open the passenger door but it was locked. I wrenched on it with wild abandon only to see Ariel eyeing me from inside.
"In back," she said with a wave of her extended thumb, "babies sit in the back seat."
I tried the back door and found it unlocked. Jumping inside, I slammed the door behind me and slouched down as low as I could get. I could only pray none of my neighbors had seen me walk out, thickly diapered, wearing bright colored, nursery print baby panties.
The drive over to Ariel's house wasn't that long, although it seemed that way at the time. But now that I was in an enclosed area, the smell of baby powder was practically overwhelming and it surrounded me, making me feel childish, all over again.
When we arrived, she came around to the back, opened my door and reached in to grab my wrist.
I winced as she pulled me out of the car and led me into her spacious house. We went down a hallway and she took me into what looked like a baby's nursery. It was decorated in pink pastel, with Disney Princess wallpaper and a large crib dominating the room. A big playpen with padded rails occupied one corner of the room, while a large, covered rubber diaper pail, with nursery print motifs, stood next to the crib.
"Stay right here," she commanded me.
I didn't know what else to do so I stood there, looking around at everything with a growing sense of nervousness. It seemed like everything was there for a baby, except in larger sizes. Alongside the diaper changing table, I saw stacks of thick cloth diapers and plastic pants, but sized for a teen, like the ones I was wearing.
I also became vaguely aware of the smell of stale, pee-soaked diapers, a smell I was becoming increasingly familiar with. I suddenly felt waves of shame wash over me, that this was the room she thought was most appropriate for me. Unfortunately, I really was a bedwetter now and it was only natural that bedwetters would be put in this room.
Out in the other room, I could hear Ariel running water for something. Maybe she was getting me something to drink.
Along the top of a pink dresser, I saw a collection of dolls, coloring books, and a couple of baby bottles.
When Ariel returned, I saw she had in one hand, a large, glistening, red rubber water bag, dripping with soapy suds. It had a long white hose coming out of it, and at the opposite end was a narrow nozzle of some sort.
"This is going to clean you out and make sure you don't have any messy accidents in your diapers," she said as she opened up a drawer in the dresser.
"Bu-but I don't ever do that in my diapers," I cried defensively.
"Well, we'll see about that. I take this precaution with all bedwetters in my house. It's for your own good."
I pouted in frustration as she removed the narrow nozzle and deftly replaced it with a very large, dil-do-like nozzle that looked like a realistic fat rubber coc-k.
I didn't like the look of this at all. She hung the bulging bag up over the crib and then took a seat on the edge of the mattress. I began whimpering again as she led me around her knees and stood me to her right side. Her creamy fingers reached up to pull my plastic pants down, and despite my protests and efforts to stop her, she lowered my vinyl pants down past my knees.
"No--p-please don't," I pleaded as I looked into her pretty blue eyes.
Completely ignoring me, she pulled me over her skirted lap and I felt my diaper being unpinned.
"This is how I handle bedwetters and sissies," she explained as she pulled the fat cloth back and pushed it between my legs.
I bit my lip anxiously and squirmed in place over her firm lap.
"Marcus--did you wet your diapers?" she suddenly demanded sharply.
It must have happened in the sudden panic of leaving my house.
"I-I-I mean, just a li-little," I stammered.
I abruptly gasped in pain as I felt the angry, harsh slap of a wooden paddle against my bare bottom for the second time today. I cried out with bitter indignation but Ariel continued swatting my cheeks with full force, alternating between each already red globe. I howled out in pain and kicked my feet as I burst into tears.
"Next time you wet your diapers--you are to tell me--do you understand?" she demanded as she emphasized each of her points with a blistering swat across both stinging cheeks.
"Ye-y-yes, Ma'am!" I squealed between sobs.
At last the spanking was over and I lay across her lap, sobbing and whimpering.
Suddenly, I squealed like a little girl as I felt a greasy invader in my back hole and I realized it was her finger coating it with some kind of lubricant.
"Now, spread your legs nice and wide and relax...this will go in a lot easier if you just submit like a good boy."
I whined and pouted and soon felt the big, fat, blunt end of the nozzle pushing against my defenseless sphincter.
"No-no-no!" I cried desperately, "it's too big!"
I could feel her moving the nozzle around, seeking out the best angle for penetration of my hole and I squirmed and whined in protest.
"Spread your legs sissy...just relax and submit, it will be a lot easier," she told me.
Suddenly, I felt the big greasy tip abruptly slide past my defeated hole.
"OHHHH!" I cried.
She twirled it around and then slowly began easing it further into me. I moaned as the big fat invader plunged deeper and deeper into my rectum. It filled me so completely, I gasped with it's fullness. I felt as if a huge cuc-umber was being pushed inside me.
"No..." I protested weakly.
"There, there..." Ariel said soothingly, "take it all the way in."
"--Please--" I whimpered.
She pulled it out a bit before pushing it back in as far as it would go. I moaned and balled my fists, helpless to stop her.
"Oh--p-please...I want my mommy," I whined.
"This is what all sissies need," she said reassuringly.
I felt one of her hands holding the nozzle in place, the sound of the clip being undone, followed by a torrent of hot water rushing deep inside me.
"Ohhhhh!" I wailed.
Ariel patted my hot, stinging buns to console me.
"There you go...nice, hot soapy water...it's going to fill you all the way up...we're going to get you all squeaky clean..."
Just then, I heard the front door open, followed by a knock and a female voice calling out.
"Ariel, are you home?"
I moaned involuntarily and saw a pair of high heels walking into my field of vision from behind me.
"Hi Emily!" Ariel said cheerfully, "thanks for coming over."
"Well! Who's this cute little boy?" the woman asked curiously.
I blushed hotly as she came around to look down into my beet red face. She looked to be in her mid- to late thirties but strikingly beautiful, with long, curly brown hair, pretty green eyes, and a fabulous figure. Her casual clothing did nothing to hide her abundant curves and big, plump breasts. Indeed, her snug button top looked as if it were going to burst open at any moment from the Herculean task of holding her bosom inside.
She smiled down on me in a kind, maternal, loving way but I only blushed an even deeper shade of crimson.
"This is Marcus," Ariel said by way of introduction, "He's a chronic masturbator and bedwetter."
"Aww," Emily said understandingly, "looks like you're getting a nice, soapy enema now, Marcus."
She said it glowingly, like it was supposed to be some kind of wonderful treat.
I was about to say something in my defense when Ariel opened up the clip and I felt another rush of hot water surging into me.
"Ohhh..." I gasped.
Emily went over and took a seat on the diaper pail, presumably so she could look me in the face as I took my enema.
My hole was already aching from being impaled by the fat rubber dil-do nozzle and every new surge of hot, soapy water made me moan like a helpless little girl.
"Where's Joshy?" Ariel asked conversationally.
"Oh, he's at home in his crib," she said with a ravishing smile, "he earned himself an early bedtime for being fussy at dinner."
"That's exactly where this prissy boy is headed, right after I've put him into his jammies and changed his diapers," Ariel replied caustically.
I don't think I had ever been so embarrassed in all my life. She was talking about sending me to bed and it wasn't even 7:30 yet!
Ariel kept up a steady pattern of opening and closing the clip on the hose, giving me just enough time to take the latest surge and let it settle into my bowels before she gave me the next dose. In about ten minutes, I felt I was ready to explode.
"L-let me up," I begged her weakly, "I-I can't take anymore."
"Hush, Sissykins," she told me as she squeezed one of my red buns, "you're almost done. This is what all bedwetters need."
"In my experience, a sissy can always take more than they think they can," Emily said sagely, "and it's important for their submission."
"I couldn't agree more," Ariel replied as she re-opened the clip.
I sobbed and clenched my buns together but nothing I did could prevent the steady flow of hot, soapy water into my rectum. I moaned and slapped my hands on the floor, kicking my feet and whimpering but Ariel was implacable in her determination to make sure I took in every liquid drop of the enema.
At long last, the remaining soapy suds flowed through the hose and deep into me. Ariel slowly eased out the nozzle but quickly replaced it with a big, fat buttplug.
I squealed in frustration in my girlish voice.
I was gripped with the throes of cramps and I could barely move, but she helped me up and get on my feet again.
"You can go and release that in the bathroom. But if I find you've spilled so much as a drop, you're going right back over my lap for another two quarts," she warned me.
I limped carefully down the hallway, with their mocking giggles filling my ears. How had I ever let myself get into this position?
As I took a seat on the toilet, I reached back to pull the big rubber buttplug out and was rewarded with a torrential rush of hot, soapy water.
Twenty embarrassing minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom.
"Come on Marcus," Ariel called from the nursery, "it's diaper time and we haven't got all night--it's past your bed time."
I blushed at her condescending words and found her waiting for me, standing with her hands on her hips and a haughty look of superiority on her face.
Without any hesitation, she took hold of me and sat me down on a raised changing table, covered with nursery print vinyl. Once more, my legs were swung up in the air as she held me firmly by the ankles.
"May I?" Emily offered as she held up the tube of Desitin.
"Be my guest," Ariel nodded.
"Here you are," her beautiful friend said as she smiled prettily down at me, "a nice, sticky coating of Desitin on your baby bottom to prevent diaper rash. Sissies like you that spend long nights wearing wet diapers in the crib need this with every change."
Deftly, she swung my legs up and gently smeared a thick coating of the creme across my bottom. Looking from her warm, smiling face, to her magnificent bosom that looked ready to spill out of her thin top, I could easily make out the smooth, satiny bra she wore underneath and despite my crushing shame, my pen-is throbbed and filled my chastity device.
"I have a sissy boy at home, much like you," she told me happily, "although he has to wear diapers all the time, not just for beddie-bye."
I bit my lip with embarrassment.
As Ariel began positioning my diapers underneath me, Emily continued to engage me, oblivious of my discomfort.
"Do you have to wear diapers all the time, or just in your crib?"
"I don't sleep in a crib," I replied defensively, my face flushing hotly at her assumption, "I just have a little problem with accidents at night."
"Yes, many sissies I know are bedwetters," she said understandingly, "that's why diapers and plastic panties are always the best solution."
"This particular sissy is also starting to wet his pants during the day," Ariel pointed out as she powdered and pulled the thick cloth of my diapers up between my legs.
"Is that right?" Emily responded with obvious interest.
"Mm-hm, it's only a matter of time before Marcus here is wearing and wetting his diapers full time. Just today, he got his third spanking of the week for wetting his pants at school."
I winced with shame at her admission.
"Well don't you worry, honey," Emily said with a sugar-coated tone of voice, "we'll talk to your mommy and make sure she starts putting you in soft, fluffy diapers during the day too."
Ariel picked up my original plastic panties and positioned them at my feet.
"Noo!" I cried, "those are damp from before."
Ariel shook her head at me.
"Silly sissy. You're going to be soaking these diapers in an hour anyway, there's no point in creating more laundry for nothing."
"She's right, babykins," Emily said in agreement, "sometimes bedwetters don't get a complete change."
I pouted and chewed on my lip. Everything about this was so unfair!
I shivered a little as I felt the damp elastic of the leg holes sliding up my thighs. Not only that, I could smell the pungent scent of stale pee surrounding me, making me feel all the more childish. I whimpered and balled my fists but knew there was nothing I could do about it.
Suddenly, I thought I heard the front door close and more female voices from down the hallway. How many people were in the house now?
Ariel ignored my panicked look and powdered my inner thighs where it would rub against the plastic panties.
"I think our little sugarplum needs something a little more appropriate for beddie-bye," Emily suggested cheerily.
After sifting through several garments in the dresser, she came over and held a lemon yellow fleece top with short puffy sleeves. There was a diapered teddy bear on it and the inscription that said "Mommy's little bedwetter" on it.
Before I could react, Ariel was already removing my striped shirt and tossing it on the floor.
"No--please don't," I protested, but in no time at all she was putting it over my head and putting my arms through the short, ruffled sleeves. It only came down to my navel, leaving my fat, embarrassing diapers fully exposed.
"There," Ariel said satisfied, "that way, if you have any leaks during the night it won't get your top wet too."
I blushed that such babyish considerations were necessary.
In no time at all, Emily was removing my gym socks and replacing them with a pair of frilly yellow anklets.
"Well!" she announced with a pleased look on her pretty face, "looks like our little baby is all ready for beddie-bye now."
"I just need his bottle," Ariel said, sharing a knowing look with Emily.
The latter smiled and nodded.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot."
Emily left us to go out of the nursery and I heard the front door open once more, followed by female voices greeting each other. It made me nervous to have so many other women in such close proximity to me, given that I was dressed like a toddler.
Ariel picked up a nearby pink pacifier with a loop on it and hung it around my neck.
"That's in case you want something to suc-k on and comfort you during the night," she told me.
Almost imperceptibly, I noticed her tug the hem of her top downwards, exposing even more of her sexy cleavage and big, luscious breasts. Despite my negative feelings toward her, I couldn't help but want to suc-k on her nipples in the worst way, rather than this babyish pacifier. And it seemed as if she were deliberately teasing me with her fabulous body just to torment me.
After pulling back the baby blankets on the crib, she stood up and looked down at me.
"Okay, Sissykins, it's time to say goodnight to everyone and then it's beddie-bye time for you."
"Wha-what??" I croaked, "I can't go out the like this!"
Even as I said it, I knew from the steely look in Ariel's blue eyes that that was precisely what I would be doing. Still, I couldn't just go willingly, like a lamb to the slaughter.
She stood over me, looking down on me imperiously with her hands on her hips. With her tall stiletto heels, she towered over me and my face was practically at the level of her big, imposing breasts. The "Got Milk?? script on her tank top seemed to mock me.
"Look, you little sissy," she hissed, "I don't have any patience for weak, prissy nerds like you. You can go out there now, or I can put you over my lap and paddle your bottom. But either way--you're going out there to tell my friends goodnight."
I sniffled and fought back tears of shame as I rubbed the thickly padded seat of my diapers.
I was terrified of the prospect of getting a hard spanking from this strict woman who clearly, held no sympathy whatsoever for me.
Without waiting for an answer, she took my wrist and led me out of the nursery. Following her down the hallway apprehensively, she led us into a spacious, well appointed living room, where four of her friends were waiting.
Not surprisingly, Ariel's friends shared her social level and looks. It appeared that they were dressed for an evening out, wearing coc-ktail dresses and sexy clothing for their dates.
"Hello everyone," Ariel greeted them, "this is another bedwetter I've been put in charge of, named Marcus."
My mouth hung open in shock and shame and my face instantly turned bright red. I felt my ears burning as everyone turned to look at me, my big, thick diapers bulging around me within the colorful nursery print plastic panties and my toddler top announcing to the world exactly what I was. Before I could stop it, I felt a panic induced squirt of hot pee escape into my diapers.
Several of the girls burst out laughing while others smiled at me with smug superiority.
"Looks like your babysitter knows exactly how to treat bedwetters," one of the cute brunettes commented.
Ariel reached down and patted my fat, diapered bottom.
"And his tiny little pen-is is locked up for good now, so he won't be playing with himself anymore, once he's left alone in the crib," she told them.
More giggles erupted from gathering of girls.
I could feel my cheeks blazing and my chest reddening with shame. Each new experience with this woman seemed to eclipse the one previously in terms of utter humiliation.
Emily entered the room holding a large baby bottle decorated with nursery characters and filled with milk.
"And here's baby's bottle!" she announced merrily.
Despite what I thought was going to be a very brief moment of embarrassment, Ariel led me over to a love seat and sat down, pulling me onto my back so that my head was on her lap, facing up at her beautiful, but stern face. I whimpered and struggled and she slapped my bare thigh, making me cry out.
"Ow!!"
Everyone giggled at how easily she was able to control me and I felt a salty tear trickle down my face.
"Aww baby, don't cry," she said with mock sympathy, "Mommy's got your ba-ba right here."
She pushed the warm, wet rubber nipple into my mouth and I didn't try and fight her. Instead, I nursed submissively on the warm milk, tasting the infantile drink I hadn't experienced for so many years.
Suddenly, I felt a soft hand upon my thigh and the front of my diapers. I gasped as I looked down to see one of the attractive girls feeling the thickness of the material.
"He certainly wears big diapers," she commented.
"Big wetters need big diapers," Ariel told her succinctly.
"Does he mess them too?" one of the blondes asked.
"Not in this house," Ariel replied, "he got a nice, hot soapy enema before bedtime so I wouldn't have to worry about that kind of thing."
I was so mortified by this humiliating conversation, and I started making plans for later to escape. The second they left, I was going to rip these diapers off, put my regular clothes on, and walk back to my house. It couldn't be more than a mile away and at this point, I didn't care if it was ten miles.
My thinking distracted me and I stopped nursing for a moment from the bottle.
"Come on, drink up sissy," Ariel chided me, "everyone's waiting for you to finish so they can go out and have fun tonight."
I burned with resentment at the unfairness of the situation. Here it was, only 7:30, and I was being sent to bed while these hot girls were just getting ready for an fun evening out. It made me feel so immature and childish.
Obediently, I drank more of the warm milk, looking up over the curvy top of Ariel's magnificent chest at her. She was holding the bottle in place, making sure I couldn't take it out of my mouth. Strangely, I felt a wave of drowsiness swell over me. I couldn't be that tired this early in the evening.
"Drink up," Ariel coaxed me, "all bedwetters need their milk."
I did as I was told, but still determined to make good on my plans to escape.
"He certainly smells like a bedwetter," one of the girls commented dryly.
Hearing that made me blush all over again. I knew my plastic panties were giving off a pee smell around me, only verifying everyone's impression that I couldn't be trusted without my humiliating diapers.
At last, the remaining milk disappeared and I swallowed it down. A prudent voice inside my head warned me that with all this liquid inside me before bed, I should probably go to the bathroom, but in my hazy state, I pushed it aside.
Ariel helped me to get up and I stood somewhat shakily. Why was my head so groggy? I needed to clear it, in order to find my way home tonight after everyone left.
"Say goodnight to our guests, Marcus," she prompted me.
"Go-goodnight," I mumbled, acutely aware that everyone was staring at me and my big, thick embarrassing diapers.
"Goodnight sissy boy," a cute blond next to me said as she patted my bottom, "sleep tight in your crib."
Everyone giggled and after one final slap on my diapered bottom, Ariel turned me around and led me down the hallway to the nursery. I climbed carefully into the crib and lay down, suddenly overcome with exhaustion. I looked up to see Ariel pulling the baby blankets up around my chin. She placed a soft teddy bear under my arm and pushed my pacifier between my lips, making sure it filled my mouth completely.
"Nighty-night, babykins," she whispered as she closed the side of the crib on me.
I tried to rise up but I felt as heavy as a pile of rocks.
Ariel turned out the lights and closed the door on the nursery, the only light being the Minnie Mouse nightlight on the far wall.
I heard the girls laughing amongst each other at my expense as they got ready to leave for the evening.
suc-king on the fat rubber nipple of my pacifier, the very last sensation I felt, before drifting off to sissy slumber, was the thick seat of my diapers growing steadily wet and warm.
THE END
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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