My Week With My Baby Sitter -- (Author) LittleStinkyPrincess

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Author: LittleStinkyPrincess
Timestamp: May 16, 2022 at 8:18 PM
Content: Chapter 1
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It didn't take long before what was to be kept secret between my wife and I to get let out of the bag. I was nervous this was going to happen from the moment my wife said her best friend could stay at our house for the week. The guest room had become the room that all my daily supplies was kept in. When the night before my wife's friend arrived and all my think were still in the guestroom dresser and closet- my heart sank; my wife assured me I would be fine and she would take care of it, but I couldn't help but be worried and scared if her friend found out my secret.

You see, ever since my wife found my diaper collection- she has been forcing me to spend pretty much all of my time in a diaper. Well, at first it was forced, but it is a normal occurrence. Regardless of where I am, work, running errands or even on our "date" nights, I am pretty much guaranteed to be in a diaper. Honestly, I'm so used to being diapered, it I usually just assume I'm wearing one without much thought.

Lately, my wife, well, more of a mommy these days, had been going overboard the past couple months in my opinion, but I don't get a say in the matter. My mommy has been buying all sorts of adult baby accessories for me and I can't deny it, the items have become very girly and very pink; from custome pink pageantry dresses, frilly diaper covers and more. Heck, even my diapers were now pink with little princesses all over them. She loves to dress me up when we are at home, she says a princess should look like one. But, at least when we go out I have basically normal clothes on, just a diaper underneath everything.

"Knock, knock," I was startled awake by the sound of what was my Mommy's friend at the front door. I couldn't believe I had actually fallen asleep. I herd mommy talking to her friend and ask her to wait in the living room while she cleaned up a mess I had made in the guestroom. My face blushed in the bedroom because I knew my mommy was being facetious and was actually talking about cleaning me up- my mess.

I herd footsteps coming down the hall and again my heart sank like a soggy diaper when I herd her open the guestroom door. Thankfully- it was just my mommy that came into the back room to get me into a fresh diaper to start my day in. Although embarrassed and blushing like a red crayon, I was thankful- because I was wet and went ahead and did my morning bm, hoping to be changed and not need to do so around mommies friend- It's pretty much impossible to hide the smell.

As the last tape was secured my mommy assured me that her friend would only find out if she discovered something. Knowing she was in the guestroom it wouldn't take long, but I prayed she wouldn't as if she would open the dresser drawer, see it packed full of pink diapers and ignore them. Or, maybe she would see all the clothes in the closet and think they belonged to someone else.

I barely had my pants on when my mommy called out to her friend telling her it was OK to come unpack in the room.

With my heart skipping beats I waited quietly watching TV in the living room, praying she didn't discover anything and to my surprise she quickly seemed to finish and join my wife in the kitchen. By the late afternoon I had pretty much convinced myself that she didn't discover any diapers or clothes. However, I would soon learn that remaining unnoticed was no linger in the cards.

Chapter 2
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"So, uhh, I hate to ask, but I'm curious, what's with the diapers and pink dresses in the closet," Mommy's friend asked at the breakfast table. Mommy looked at me and gave an evil grin.

"Well, I actually ended up having to use them to teach someone a lesson," she confidently stated while making eye contact with me. Her friend giggled, "what do you mean."

"Here, just look, stand up honey, turn around and life the back of your shirt." Reluctantly I did as she asked on the second time I was asked.

"See, he is in one, it's a long story," mommy said. "But you're here all week so you might as well know," "do you care if he is in one, it's normal for him, but I wanted to ask you first before I just have him romping around in a t-shirt and diaper." "No!, her friend said with enthusiasm." "Good, it makes my life and his easier: easier to see when a change is needed, it keeps him cooler and honestly, it's just a good reminder he is diapered.

I stood there, lifting my shirt when her friend asked, "but why pink." "Well, mommy said, I wanted a little girl so I made one!"

Both women erupted into laughter as I stood for their amusement.

I spent the rest of the day now having an onlooker every time I had to be changed, each time my Mommy's friend laughing. "Get it out of your system," she said to her friend, "you're going to see lots of his diapered princess bottom."

By the evening the situation was less embarrassing because the laughter was subsiding, well, as unembarassing as having your former wife, now mommy, with her friend, sliding a big pink diaper under your bottom.
I went to bed after getting changed again trying to listen to conversations in the living room, but I could only hear random words and the occasional laughs, knowing they were probably directed at me, how could they not be."

Chapter 3
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The warm sun shined through the window and crossed my face the next morning, waking me and I quickly noticed the putrid smell of old urine and like clockwork my door swing open with mommy and her friend behind her.

"Ewwww," I'm going to vomit she friend quickly said. "You get used to it," mommy quipped.

"Hey I almost forgot, will you grab me a fresh diaper out of the top drawer in the guestroom?" "Sure!," Mommy's friend said.

"Want to change him, you are going to need to know how?" She said. Mommy noticed my confused look and her friend giggled.

"I'm going out for the day, she's going to be your baby sitter, she's going to do everything I do and you will do as she says."

"Your mommy needs a break honey, she needs to get out, have some fun and not worry about changing you, I'll take care of everything, don't worry."
"Dress him as you wish, he will do as told for you and if not, punishment is your choice. Some of my favorite go to's are the double diaper, a princess day or having him make commies."

"What does that mean," her friend asked.

"Well, a double diaper is self explanatory, you put him in two diapers, it makes it impossible to hide under clothes." "A princess day means you dress him in a full outfit of your choosing, princess themed of course." "Finally, the most embarrassing, is making him make commies, this is where you make him hump a stuffy or rub his diaper infront of you until he cums in his diaper in order to get changed, he'll do it."

"Oh," her friend said, giggling again, "got it."

The rest of the morning and afternoon went as my normal days go, but when it came time for mommy to leave, my day abruptly changed.

Chapter 4
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Mommies friend took me by the hand to the guest room as soon as mommy left, she said I needed a change and some clothes. She was right about the change and honestly, the clothes as well, being in just a shirt and diaper gets old and the embarrassment takes forever to wear off.

She has already picked out an outfit and was bring it out piece by piece. One pink frilly item after the next, causing my the clothes my eyes and do as told, attempting to hide from the embarrassment, unsuccessful.

"Open your eyes, don't you look like a perfect little princess?"

Staring into the full length mirror with my jaw on the floor I took everything in.
Staring back at me was something I had never thought I'd seen, but secretly dreamed about for years was a princess. A pastel pink dress covered in white lace frills that lined the bottom skit portion was the main outfit, only she had added some extra ruffles under my skirt to make the skirt poof out. She had spared no detail, white knee high socks with pink stripes and bows, accented with frills tightly squeezed my legs. Little white shoes, fit for a pagent, little black bows on the straps. All topped with a crown.
Go play in the other room, I need fifteen minutes to finish up the surprise. You can only crawl to the play room and you are not allowed to stand up.

I crawled to the room and did as instructed and played on the floor. However, to my horror my tummy rumbled and I had a second accident. I had no choice but to wait on the floor, like a baby and await her return and reaction.

Chapter 5
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The smell had permeated the room by the time she arrived and she was immediately red in the face. Just from the smell she knew it was going to be very messy, itnwas already turning brown around my leg cuffs. She cried out for me to stop moving so I didn't make bigger mess while she called mommy on what to do. Well, she got creative and found the straps under our bed. She decided to handcuff my hands above my head and my feet spread to each side of the mattress. I was completely unable to escape, but it did contain the mess and allowed her to gather her supplies.

Forcing herself through gags she attempted to keep smiling while changing me.

The cuff trick worked and before I realized it I was back into a fresh diaper and for that I was very thankful. A messy bottom is a fast way for me to quickly get upset and I rather not make a mess having to crawl around in it for a while.

My embarrassment was quickly going away and I was starting to really appreciate my babysitter.

Since I have no choice but to use my diapers I figured I could at least make things easier for her to clean up.

I was right, she did appreciate my trying to make it easier. Just a few hours later I was messy again, but this time I made sure to go right to her and lift the back of my skit to show what was wrong and that made her so happy.