[#248] Babysitting

I stood quietly in the corner, bracing myself on the wall for support.  I had been holding it all day - since I had woken up - and I knew I couldn't hold it anymore.  A sigh of relief escaped my lips as a warm sensation filled the space between my legs.  The diaper grew heavy and thick as it filled, working to keep up with everything I was putting into it.  And when I was done... I felt so much better!  But my diaper was so very soaked...

"Kimberly!" a voice called from across the house.

Darn...

"C-coming!" I hollered back and waddled into the living room.  Maybe she wouldn't notice...

"Oh well would you just look at that waddle, you must have flooded that and just recently, too, I bet it's still soaking up and swelling, isn't it?"

She cupped my diaper, lifting my skirt with her other hand, and nodding in appreciation, or assessment. One of the two. So much for hoping she wouldn't notice.

"I hadda go..."

"And here I was going to let you change," she mused.  I blinked in surprise.

"Y-you were?!"

"Of course!  Your Daddy said you only had to wear a diaper until I thought you were ready to switch to panties again."

"Thank you!" I said excitedly.  She had been babysitting me for a few weeks now, whenever Daddy was at work.  I didn't even know her name!  But this... this freedom.  I was filled with euphoria.

"Ah, ah, ah," my babysitter said. "I said I was going to let you change."

"Wha... wha do you mean was?"

"Was means is, but in the past."

"Huh...?"

She laughed at me and ruffled my hair, and I stood on my tiptoes to push against her hand happily.

"If you'd asked me, I -was- going to let you change, but you just went and did it without asking."

I looked forelorn.  She wasn't letting me change?  I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.  I was so close... so close to freedom.  I could have been a big girl again.  I felt fresh tears in my eyes, and a flare of anger.  Anger... I forgot what that felt like.  I might as well use it.

"I'm wet, so I need to be changed!  Or I'll leak, and Daddy will be mad at YOU for not taking care of me!  You hear me?  I'm in charge now!"

But my babysitter didn't seem in the least bit phased.

"I think I'm just going to let your Daddy know how fussy you're being, little missy, and we'll see who's in charge then."

My stomach fell thru the floor and I sighed, watching her take out her phone.

"No no no! No text... no text, I'll be... I'll be good."

"And soggy?"

"And soggy..."

"There's my little wetsy girl."

In one fell swoop, I had been defeated.  Fighting never worked anymore...

"Go upstairs and get two new diapers, and I'll get you changed," my babysitter told me. 

 A light of hope shined in my eyes, but it was quickly dashed. "For your outburst... I'll put them both over your soggy one."

I nodded in submission and went to do exactly as my babysitter instructed.  I guess I'd be a soggy diaper girl for many days to come.