Copyright - 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. Both of them had silently lost faith in Hannah, and she knew it was well-deserved. Everything in her life had been fine. But with it, a sudden pressure in her bowels too. She watched the tv nervously, still shivering in embarrassment. The sudden irony in her thought had her biting her lower lip in aggravation, though. Snaking off the pajama pants her sleepy self had fumbled with already, she drew up the new article of clothing. Quietly, nodding, Hannah walked bow-legged into the living room, messy diaper in tow. Though in the process of that, she found something much, much more intriguing. Descending the stairs, she could see by the front door her mom; dolled up in a navy blue dress, blonde hair decorated with curls, face with light amounts of makeup, and a pair of matching heels. Hannah could put on the next pull-up. It was a stinky, painful waddle back to the bathroom, where Mary cooed as she did her best to quarantine the mess.
She had her usual purse slung over her purple sweater, and swayed her hips the slightest bit, probably unintentionally, though all captured by her snug-fitting jeans. Hannah was too emotionally drained to say anything. Pulling the covers back up, she went back to sleep while she silently wept. She could only imagine how comical she looked; a bulge coming from the back of her diaper, and by extension the panties she tried to wear over it. Create an account or sign in to comment You need to be a member in order to leave a comment Create an account Sign up for a new account in our community. Create New Item. Underneath her skirt was the backside of her messy diaper just peeking; possible to see because her mess had forced the diaper to expand outside the blind spot. It only made Mary cry harder, now knowing her emotional distress had now become associated with the state of her diaper.
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Copyright - 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. You are either the babysitter or being babysat and someone will end up in diapers. Just like when she walked out the door earlier this night. Rock bottom. Much louder than her pull-ups. Interactive Stories. Grabbing the wet wipes, she walked back down the stairs. It only made Mary cry harder, now knowing her emotional distress had now become associated with the state of her diaper. It was like her bladder was a prisoner, and her panties had been so kind as to visit her while in confinement, and the diaper like any detention center kept visitors out. Everything was crashing, and she was right at the center of all the wreckage. No tears. Pull-ups were at least the limbo between adulthood and babydom, and right now Hannah was having a breakdown because she was swaying the wrong way.
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The Babysitter. Descending the stairs, she could see by the front door her mom; dolled up in a navy blue dress, babysiter tricks you into wearing pampers, blonde hair decorated with curls, face with light amounts of makeup, and a pair of matching heels. She wore a simple silver-chain necklace, and was currently busy with the earings she always wore to match it. Each step of the way as Hannah got closer to the bottom, she could feel the slight shift in her underwear, and the small, yet noticeable bulk from her thicker than average underwear. Underneath her loose shorts, she could sometimes feel the elastic bands brush against her skin, and oh did it make her skin crawl.
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I love babies! Ever since I was a little girl I have loved babies. I remember rocking my dolls to sleep, feeding them their pretend bottles, and changing their little diapers. So, when I was asked to babysit a baby for the first time, I was so excited! I finally got to rock a real baby. I could feed a real baby a real bottle. I could change babysiter tricks you into wearing pampers real diaper. Wait, I had to change a real diaper! Pee diapers, I can handle. Not my luck!
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She wore a simple silver-chain necklace, and was currently busy with the earings she always wore to match it. The telltale stars on front had faded; a system both her mom and the babysitter were far too experienced to not recognize.
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