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Mark's Babysitter

Part 1

Things were going along pretty smoothly; my wife had accepted me for what I was. In fact she more than accepted it she had begun to really get into it as of late.

In the beginning she was kind of thrown by the whole thing of me wanting to be babied, but once she did it a few times, it turned her on. I think it was the feeling of dominance it gave that really hooked her. Little did I know that what had started out, as so much fun for me would end up as much fun for her.

I was in seventh heaven; I was getting to spend most of the weekends and some of the weeknights in diapers and plastic panties. Best of all I wasn't just wearing them, I was using them for there intended purpose. My wife had begun taking a real liking to having me diapered most of the time. She would constantly tease me about my diapers and why I had to wear them. She would say things to me like, "Little boys who wet their pants need to wear diapers and panties."

I was wearing the diapers at night and on weekends, but she also insisted that since I was such a sissy, that I should wear panties of her choice, when I wasn't diapered.

This threw me a little, I was always into diapers, but women's panties, never really entered into my mind much. She sprung this on me one morning when I was getting ready to go to work.

"You know Mark, since you've been wearing diapers; you're becoming quite a sissy. I notice that you seem to be whining a lot lately, and I think if you're going to act like a sissy, then you should be dressed more appropriately."

I shot back, "What do you mean I am acting like a sissy? I mean, I thought you liked what we are doing?"

Judy replied, "Oh I do like it, but you know I am the Mommy, and if I think you're acting like a sissy, then that's it."

"What do you mean by being dressed appropriately?" I was already beginning to back down. After all I couldn't really complain, I was really enjoying the baby treatment.

"Since you wear diapers and plastic panties, you are a sissy. And a sissy also wears panties when Mommy decides. I have decided that you will wear panties when you are not diapered."

"But I can't wear panties to work Judy, please! What if someone found out?"

"Don't be silly sissy, why men's underpants are a step away from panties anyway, even though you like the plain old white jockey shorts. Most men are wearing the coloured briefs."

"I don't know Judy; I don't think I could do it."

"Well Mark, either you wear the panties I pick to work, or I'll get rid of your little layette."

That was it, I knew I'd be wearing panties to work from now on; I didn't want to loose my diapers. It took me too long to find a willing partner. I hung my head down and said, "Okay Judy you win, but I really don't like that kind of thing."

"Oh don't worry sissy, there are some things about your little game that I don't really care for but I do it, and from know on, I won't even ask you about something I decide to do to you. I will just tell you. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

I said, "Yes Judy." the feeling of humiliation coming over me.

Judy must have sensed it, I could tell by the look in her eye as she went into her underwear drawer. "Well let’s not make it to bad on little Markey there", she said as she pulled out a pair of blue panties.

I thought, "Well cripes, at least there are not pink!"

"Look," she said as she held them up to my face. "They’re Jockeys." She was right on the waistband said Jockeys in gold lettering.

"Now take off those ridiculous training pants."

She was referring to my white jockey shorts. She held the panties out, and I stepped into them carefully. She slid them up my legs slowly, and stopped just when the panties were below my dick.

"My, what have we here, huh?" she said as she grasped my penis.

I looked down; my dick was like a rock.

"I see you’re going to enjoy your little panties."

She was right; my dick was sticking straight up. She pulled open the front of the panties and pulled them over my straining dick as best she could.

"Now finish getting dressed or you’re going to be late."

She walked out of the bedroom, and I quickly put on my suit and tie and headed downstairs.

"Now be a good boy today, and remember, every time you think of those panties, think about who put you in them." She gave me a kiss and I rushed out the door.

All day at work they were driving me crazy; I could hardly concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes. When I would, I’d notice my soft smooth underwear. Thank God it was a Friday, and the workload wasn't that bad. I couldn't wait to get home, and on top of the woman who was driving me crazy without even being there.

I left the office at 4:30 telling the receptionist that I had to see a client on my way home. As soon as I got in the car I made a beeline for home. When I walked in the door Judy was waiting for me.

"How's my little panty boy doing?" she asked.

I responded honestly, "Judy, I couldn't keep my mind off you all day. All I could keep thinking about was coming home and making mad love to you."

"I knew they'd keep you hot. I also know that being the man you are, you didn't have the nerve to use the bathroom today, did you?"

She was reading me like a book. I had deliberately lain off the coffee and soft drinks, to avoid using the bathroom. It was silly in a way, after all there are stalls and no one would have seen, but I guess it's just that being in panties and all.

"Ah no, you're right, I didn't use the bathroom today."

"Well you should have, because you’re not going to use it tonight either. Let's get you in the bedroom and get you changed."

I thought this is strange; she diapers me, but never really forced me to use them.

After I was stripped down to my blue panties, she told me to get up on the bed. Out came the diapers and plastic panties. She told me to lift my rear up, and off came the panties, which she gently laid on the dresser. Next she took several diapers and folded them together. I noticed as she told me to lift my rear end that there were more than I usually wore.

I asked, "How come so many diapers?"

"Well since you haven't used the potty today, I think you’re going to need them."

She was right. All this talk about the bathroom had suddenly begun to take its effect. I was feeling quite a pressure in my bladder. She pinned the bulky diapers tightly around me, and slid a pair of blue plastic pants up my legs.

"Lift that bottom sissy, we don't want to get Mommy’s bed wet now do we?"

Here I was hoping to come home to some hot sex, and now I was finding I was a victim to my own fetish.

With the plastic pants all tucked in Judy helped me off the bed. "Now you know what I'd like?"

I answered, "No, what?"

"I'd like you to go and stand in the corner of the bedroom there, and call me when you're going to wet your diapers."

Judy was really getting in to this humiliation thing, I thought. She never made me do anything like this before. I wonder what's going on. I walked or should I say waddled over to the corner. I heard Judy leave the room. My mind was beginning to go into overload. "Judy never made or even mentioned wetting my diapers before I thought to myself." Up until today my diapers were like a warm up to sex. It was something we used to get me hot. But never was there any humiliation involved.

My mind was racing when I heard her come back into the room. "Turn around diaper boy," she commanded.

I turned around and saw her standing there with a baby bottle. "I brought you something to drink. I thought you might be thirsty after a hard day a work."

I looked at the bottle it contained coffee. "Now I want you to drink your bottle honey." She sat on the edge of the bed and coaxed the whole bottle down.

Soon I began to fidget and dance. Judy picked right up on it. "Those plastic pants make such a loud noise when you dance. Make some noise diaper boy!" she teased, "Do your little diaper dance."

The words cut through me and I couldn't stand it any more.

"Judy I'm going to wet." I said.

"Come over here to Mommy diaper boy."

I waddled very quickly over to her, and stood right in front of her. She placed her hand on the front of my plastic pants and said, "Wet your diapers, diaper boy. Come on, wet for Mommy."

I couldn't hold back any more and let it go. Judy smiled as the diapers began to get wet and heavy. "Ah such a baby, such a little diaper boy, shame, shame." she said as she continued to rub the front of my plastic panties.

When I finished wetting, she told me to come out of the bedroom and downstairs, as it was time to eat. I asked her if she could change me.

She said, "Don't be silly asking me to change you. I decide WHEN and IF you get changed. Remember that."

So I sat through dinner in my wet diapers, and through most of the evening.

She finally changed me before bedtime. As we were lying in bed my mind raced through a thousand things. Before she went to sleep she hit me with one more thing.

"You know honey, since you’re turning in to such a baby, I'm not going to be able to let you be home alone anymore, I'm going to have to find you a baby sitter, when I have to go out."

I didn't answer, and I knew she didn't expect me to!

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I thought to myself, this is starting to get out of hand. I mean I like my diapers and all, but this forced wetting and all of that, I wonder what's going on. I thought about all this for a while, but soon my mind started wandering towards my sexual needs. I felt the bulky night diapers between my legs and my penis began to respond. I thought Judy was asleep so I rolled on to my stomach, and began to rub myself against the bed. With the thick diapers and the rubber panties, I was having considerable trouble getting anywhere.

Suddenly, Judy was talking in my ear, "Listen, you stop that right now! I will tell you when you are permitted an orgasm. Do you understand?"

"Yes Judy," I muttered.

"Good now go to sleep sissy."

I felt defeated; in the old days (3 days ago) Judy never cared if I masturbated. In fact I think she actually liked it. Well I thought about it some more but soon fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up to find Judy was already out of bed. I turned to look at the clock and noticed it was only 8:00 am. I thought to myself, "Gee she's up early. Judy rarely got up before 10 on a weekend." I then noticed the bulk between my legs, and the memories flooded into my mind from last night. As they ran through my mind, I also noticed that I needed to get to the bathroom. My morning routine finds me always on the toilet first thing.

I got out of bed, and headed out towards the bathroom, I was getting aroused by the feeling of the diapers and the noise the rubber pants were making.

I just turned down the hall when I heard Judy calling me. "Oh Diaper Boy's awake. Come here honey."

I turned and headed towards the kitchen.

"My sleepy head, you're up early. Come on sit down and let's have some breakfast."

"But Judy, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Why?" Judy asked.

"I have to pee and you know."

"Oh don't be silly, tell me what are you wearing? Hmm?"

"Well, diapers."

"That's right diaper boy. Diapers; thick fluffy white diapers. And what else, hmm?"

"Rubber pants," I said.

"Yes nice blue rubber panties, diaper boy, rubber panties. Now tell me who wears diapers and rubber panties?"

"Babies and toddlers do." I said.

"That's right diaper boy, and since you're walking I guess that makes you a toddler, doesn't it?"

"Ah come on Judy, what is all this stuff?"

"Shut Up! I asked you a question didn't I?"

"Yes, a toddler I guess." I didn't know what the hell was going on now. I was getting more confused by the minute. This just didn't seem like the Judy I was used to. I thought I better play along, and not get her to pissed off.

"Good now sit down, and let’s have some breakfast."

We sat there and ate a good breakfast. Judy saw to it that I had plenty of high fibre cereal, as well as toast and coffee. As she poured my third cup of coffee, she got up from the table, and said, "Please be a good boy and clean off the table."

I heard her go down the hall, as I started to put the dirty dishes in the sink. While I was doing this, I began to feel not only the pressure in my bladder, but my bowels as well. Coffee does some strange things to me; it not only makes me want to pee like a racehorse, it also works like a laxative on me. I thought to myself, "After I get this table cleaned up maybe Judy will be tired of the diaper game, and I can use the bathroom, as well as get a shower.

I just about had the last of the silverware in the sink when I heard her calling me, "Diaper boy come here."

Judging by the echo of the sound I knew she was in the bathroom. I also noticed the diaper thing was just not letting up. I walked down the hall and into the bathroom. There was my princess sitting on the toilet.

"Come here." she said.

I moved in from the doorway closer to where Judy was sitting. "Over here," she motioned with her finger, "Right in front of me."

I waddled into the position she had directed, and my diapered crotch was just about in front of her face. "I can sit here all day if I want to. Do you know why?" she asked.

"No why?" I replied.

"Because I don't wear diapers like you do. Diapers are for little boys who don't know how to use the potty. I bet you’re just dying to make pee, aren't you?"

"Yes Judy, I haven't gone since you made me wet my pants last night."

"I didn't make you wet your pants last night, diaper boy. You did that all by yourself, and by the way you call what you’re wearing pants. That's a laugh; men wear pants silly, you wear diapers."

This remark shot right through me, now she was treading on ground where no one belonged. But at the same time, it was getting me stimulated. She reached out and felt the front of my diapers through the rubber pants.

"You know what I'd like? I'd like you to wet your diapers for me."

The feel of her touch and my full bladder were too much. I began to wet uncontrollably. When I felt the last drops soaking into my diapers I heard Judy begin to urinate.

"See diaper boy, I can use the potty, but not you. You wet your diapers like a baby, don't you?"

"Yes," I said. The feeling of her hand on my rubber pants and the weight of the wet diapers was too much. I would have said anything she wanted me to.

Judy began to pick up the pace rubbing my diapers. I began to feel a tremendous orgasm approaching, when she stopped abruptly. "If you want me to finish, you’re going to have to do something for me diaper boy." she said.

I thought to myself, "I'll do anything; lick you, stroke you, whatever." Judy had entirely different thoughts though, as I was soon to find out.

"What Judy, What do you want?" I kept asking her.

"Come into the bedroom with me."

She finished what she was doing and I followed her into the bedroom. She laughed as I walked through the door.

"You sure have trouble walking in your wet diapers don't you sweetheart."

"Well I guess I'm not use to it." I said.

"Well I think you'll get use to it in time." she said as she sat down on the bed. She once again motioned me over in front of her, and picked up where she left off it the bathroom. As she was rubbing my straining penis, she spoke. "If you would like some attention for this bulge Markey, I want you to lie down on the bed."

I couldn't resist. Between the panties yesterday and the full time diapers, I was dying to cum.

"I'm going to tie your hands and legs to the bed. Okay Sweetie?"

"Go ahead," I thought to myself, "Anything, just finish me off!"

The next thing I know, I'm tied spread eagle on the bed, with a throbbing erection. Judy starts to rub the front of my rubber pants and wet diapers like she had done before. I'm a hair away from cumming when she suddenly stops.

"Judy, Judy please, please let's have sex!" I scream.

"Oh don't be silly. I can't have sex with you now. You have wet diapers on."

She reaches out again and gives my padded penis another stroke or two and says, "But I will finish you off, but before I do, I want to see a nice little load in those wet diapers of yours."

"A load?" She wants me to shit my pants, I think to myself. I can't do that.

"Judy, I can't," I say.

"Oh, but you will sweetheart. You will if you ever want me to finish you off."

She strokes me a few more times, and then tells me, "Call me when you need a diaper change sissy!" She laughs as she leaves the room.

Well I am lying there on the bed, I can't move and I begin to feel the effects of this morning’s coffee and breakfast on my system. The pressure is beginning to build steadily. I'm thinking to myself, "This is too much; something is going on. Judy is turning into one of those bitches I’ve read about in domination magazines."

All of the sudden nature is really on my doorstep, and to make matters worse I can hear Judy hanging around outside the bedroom. She must have heard me squirming around on the bed.

"Well, well diaper boy, how are we doing?"

I know she can tell I'm a minute away from shitting my pants. She sits down on the bed along side me, and begins to rub my legs. "Come on now silly, you know you can't hold back any longer. Look at your face; you're starting to turn red; that must be so uncomfortable."

She was right there. The stroking of my legs began to create a stirring within, and I was loosing my concentration. Suddenly, it began to happen, I let out a little grunt, and Judy smiled. "That's a good little boy fill those diapers, Come on."

I couldn't do anything but comply at this point. I could feel the bulge building in the back of my diapers, and it doesn't take long before Judy's hand is poking around down there. "That's it diaper boy, you sure had to go didn't you? My, my!" she says, as she's doing her best to pat me on my bottom. After she's satisfied that I really do have a load in my diapers, she takes her hand away.

"Well, well, what have we here?" She is now staring at the front of my diapers, which are bulging as much as the back. "It looks to me that you really like filling you diapers, like a little boy"

All I can do is blush.

"Ah now Mommy promised you some attention and now you’re going to get it."

She starts to rub the front of my diapers and rubber pants. I am in heaven; it feels so good, my balls must be three shades of blue by now. It doesn't take too long with all the teasing I've had this morning. My body begins to shudder, as I have one of the best orgasms in my life.

"That's a boy. Now you have everything you possibly could have in those diapers, don't you?" With that she gets up and starts to walk towards the door.

"Hey come on Judy, let me up now." All of the sudden, the wet messy and now sticky diapers are not feeling that great.

"Oh no Sweetie, you just earned yourself an hour on that bed. And remember something, from now on DON'T EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yes," I say meekly.

"Good! Now you just lay there and stew awhile." she says this laughingly as she leaves the room.

"What a mess!" I think as I lay there. Me and my big mouth! Where in the hell is she getting all this domination stuff from? She's got me by the balls, and I can't do a thing about it.

After what seems like three days, I suddenly see a flash go off. It blinds me. Then another, and another. When I can finally focus my eyes, I see her standing there with an instant camera and a big smile on her face.

"Ah so cute; Baby’s first pictures. Look you can even tell the baby has a dirty diaper. Here look." she says.

She is right; the brown mess is pretty clear through the yellow plastic pants I'm wearing. She walks out of the room, and I'm actually contemplating crying. She's back again.

"Now diaper boy, Mommy's going to untie you. But in order to get those stinky diapers changed you’re going to have to do something for me, okay?"

At this point, the smell and the feel are becoming very uncomfortable, and after everything else, why not.

"Yes Judy." I say.

"Well for openers, I don't want you calling me Judy when you're a diaper boy. And when I untie you, I want you to pose for some pictures."

I figure, what the hell, she already hid the first pictures. I'm screwed now anyway.

"Okay Mommy." I say.

"Good."

It feels good to have the ropes untied; my wrists and ankles were starting to get sore.

"Now come on diaper boy. Let’s get up."

I start to slide towards the side of the bed, lifting my bottom up because the load is so uncomfortable.

"That's a good boy. Don't squish your little load. Mommy wants it nice and bulgy for a good picture."

As I stand up I can feel the incredible weight of the diapers. They immediately begin to droop. Judy just loves it.

"Oh my diaper boy! Mommy better get busy before somebody drops his diapers right on the floor. Good thing for the panties. Now come on stand up nice and straight." SNAP the camera gets a picture of me from the front. "Now turn around. That's right. Look over your shoulder. I want to see that sad face. Perfect." SNAP. "Now I want you to put your hand on your little mess there."

I'm evidently not doing it right, and she takes my hand and places it firmly on my loaded bottom.

"There that's it!" SNAP. "Now for a naughty little boy picture. Turn around and get your hand down your diapers."

That was it! Everything starts to well up inside me. The next thing I know, as I'm putting my hand into my wet sticky diapers, tears begin to flow down my cheeks.

"Oh isn't that sweet? What an affect." SNAP.

She's gone again; I'm just standing there crying and sniffling.

"There, there, diaper boy. Let's get you cleaned up. You'll feel much better." She pushes me towards the door. "I think that's just adorable the way you waddle with that load in your diapers."

I get into the bathroom, and I go to take my rubber pants down when I hear, "What do you think you’re doing, huh?"

"I was just going to get cleaned up Mommy."

"Don't you ever touch your diapers or rubber panties again. Is that understood? ANSWER ME!"

"Yes Mommy." I say.

"If I EVER catch you touching your diapers or panties again, you will be the sorriest diaper boy in the world. Shame, shame, diaper boy. Look at the mess you've made." she says this as she takes down the yellow plastic pants. "You'd never know you were a grown man would you?"

"No Mommy."

"Grown men don't wear diapers, do they?"

"No Mommy."

"Grown men don't fill and wet their pants do they?"

"No Mommy."

"Who wets and dirties in their pants? Hmm?"

"Little boys, Mommy."

"No, little diaper boys. Little boys eventually get toilet trained. But not diaper boys; they wear diapers and panties all the time, don't they?"

"Yes Mommy."

She hands me the dirty diaper and tells me to rinse it out in the potty. "Look at the potty diaper boy, and remember when you used to use it. And remember you'll never use it again unless I decide you can."

"Yes Mommy." I say as I rinse out the dirty diapers.

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