Chapter Description: Emma finds out a babysitter has been hired, which is bad enough, but when she finds out who the babysitter is, it makes it so much worse.
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“What do you mean you hired a babysitter!?” I exclaimed as my diaper was changed.
“You’re still grounded so you can’t come with us.” Mom replied as she wiped my crotch clean, “And we can’t just leave you home alone.”
“Yes! You can!” I whined, “I’m eighteen!”
Mom pulled the soaked overnight diaper out from underneath me. It was folded up and taped closed before being dropped into the diaper pail. Everything was so unfair. Outside my nursery I could hear the sounds of people getting ready to go out to the beach. Honestly, I was initially glad not to be going. The last thing I wanted was my family to make a fuss over my swim diaper and one-piece bathing suit. However, when I heard the alternative was that I was going to be babysat at home I found it hard to work out which fate was worse.
“Can you tell me who it is at least?” I asked. I felt my blood freeze momentarily, “It’s not Liam, is it?”
“No, Liam was busy.” Mom replied. She shot me a disapproving look. Clearly, she didn’t like the tone I was taking when talking about my date for the Prom and, potentially, my future husband.
That was one bullet dodged at least. I lifted up my hips as a fresh disposable was slipped underneath me. When I lowered back down it was on to the soft cotton of fresh padding. The front was lifted up and taped closed. I sat up as soon as mom stepped away to get my clothes.
“Is it Aunty Marge?” I asked rather hopefully. I liked Marge about as much as I could like any woman stuck in this system. She certainly wasn’t subversive, but she did allow me a little more slack than most other people. Once, she’d even let me watch a horror film my parents had forbidden.
“No.” Mom replied as she looked through the outfits, “It’s someone from school.”
“Great…” I muttered.
At least a student from school would be doing this for the pay, I could probably count on being left alone most of the time. Mom selected a pink onesie for me to wear, one with a frilly almost tutu-like skirt around the waist. It was one of my least liked outfits and it was beating out some stiff competition. Nonetheless, I let mom put it on me. Usually, if I argued about what I was going to wear, it would be decided that I would wear nothing over my diaper at all. Even this onesie was better than being almost completely naked.
As the poppers were being pressed together between my legs, I heard the doorbell go. That was going to be whoever had been hired to look after me. I heard Dad answer the door and whoever it was be let in as my pacifier was slipped to the front of the onesie. The amber bulb was popped in my mouth.
“Alright, off you go downstairs.” Mom said, “I have to get ready to go out. You know what your father is like if we make him wait.”
Mom hurried out of the room. She was worried about being spanked. It made sense, just because she had been potty trained and had all of her coordination it didn’t mean she was in any way dad’s equal. It was well-drilled into all boys and girls that it was the husband’s job, nay duty, to discipline the women in their family. It was commonly thought that if you let them have an inch of slack then they would take a mile.
I crinkled out of my nursery and down the hallway. I tried to listen out for any clues as to who was looking after me but all I heard was some deep voices and then my dad’s deep rumbling laughter. I was in no rush to go downstairs but soon I was at the door to the living room, where the voices were coming from. I bit down on my pacifier as I pushed it open. Almost immediately I gasped and ducked to the side of the door pressing myself against the wall as my heart hammered.
“Emma?” Dad’s voice called out authoritatively. I heard him lower his voice to speak the babysitter, “What on Earth has gotten into that girl?”
I put a hand up to my forehead. I had only glanced into the living room for a few moments, but I knew I wasn’t mistaken in what, or rather who, I saw.
“I think she was just surprised to see me.” Jacob said.
Surprised was one of the things I felt. Along with anxiety, frustration, and that weird butterfly feeling that always seemed to start when I was near Jacob. I tried to get my breathing under control. It was just a guy, same as any other. Only this one I had undeniable feelings for. I was sucking on my pacifier for some relief like a nicotine addict might puff on a cigarette.
“Emma! Get your butt in here.” Dad ordered.
I took a deep breath and kept my eyes on the floor as I pushed myself off the wall. Once again, I faced the doorway and this time I stepped through it. When I glanced up, I saw Jacob standing up in front of the couch. He was smiling that perfect smile, and I had to force myself to look away.
“Hi, Emma.” Jacob said
I didn’t say anything. I was flooded with emotions. Jacob was in my house and couldn’t work out whether I was happy with that or not. Dad chuckled and said something about me being shy. Jacob sat back down, and I walked over to sit at the other end of the couch, I was practically pushing myself against the arm of seat to maintain as much separation as possible.
“So, you two know each other then?” Dad asked.
“Yeah, we’re friends at school.” Jacob replied easily.
“Friends” seemed like a bit of a stretch. We hadn’t even really talked to each other that much. I didn’t object though. I could see that Dad didn’t approve of Jacob’s choice of words. I had to smile, Dad seemed to think every time an unattached boy and girl interacted there was a chance the world could explode.
“Friends?” Dad frowned. After a couple of seconds, he shook his head with a little laugh, “Kids these days. Back in my day if a guy was friends with a girl… Well, let’s just say it wasn’t something you wanted.”
“I’ve heard all about that from my dad.” Jacob replied easily, “Honestly, and I mean no offence Mr. Crouch, but times have changed, a little bit at least.”
“Yeah, well…” Dad shifted in his seat. My dad wasn’t used to being disagreed with, “When you grow up a little, you’ll see there is a reason we have our customs and traditions.”
The air had become thick with tension. I couldn’t help feeling a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. My Dad was so unused to being disagreed with that it was clear he wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t like his views and opinions being pushed back on. Any time I did it I would get a spanking, but Jacob was younger and fitter, there was nothing Dad could do even if he wanted to.
It wasn’t long until mom was hurrying downstairs. I looked up as she walked into the living room. She may not have been diapered but she certainly still looked like a kid with the way she was dressed. A skirt that went down to her knees, colourful socks that went all the way up from her ankles to bottom of her clothes and a pink blouse with red hearts all over. On the front was a pacifier, similar to mine. Whilst her hair had been parted into two pigtails. It didn’t suit her, then again, I didn’t think that look would suit anyone over the age of four. She looked like one of the dolls on the shelves in my nursery that I hadn’t been allowed to throw out no matter how much I wanted to.
“You look wonderful.” Dad said as he rose to his feet.
“Thank you.” Mom replied. The praise made her face light up.
“Right, well, Jacob…” Dad turned to my babysitter who stood up off the couch, “You’ve got our phone number if you need anything. Don’t be afraid to discipline her if she needs it, she can be a brat sometimes and needs to be reminded to keep in line.”
“I’m sure that won’t be necessary.” Jacob replied confidently, “She’s only ever been as good as gold when I’ve been with her.”
I started blushing furiously. Normally I was angry when people talked about me like that, so why did I feel a little leap in my chest when Jacob did it? I looked up and saw Dad looking from me to Jacob and back again. I thought he might actually be having second thoughts about leaving me with him. It was obvious Jacob was much more liberal than he was, and he was afraid I might get “ideas.”
“Well, take care.” Dad said, “Oh, and don’t worry about Ollie, he’s at a friend’s house.”
I watched Dad and Jacob shake hands. It was strangely tense, and they seemed to remain connected a little longer than was normal. Then Dad let go and made his way into the hallway. Mom gave me a peck on the cheek and told me to be good and followed him. The front door opened and closed leaving me alone with Jacob.
“I think your dad was trying to break my hand.” Jacob said with a chuckle as he shook it in the air.
“He can be like that.” I replied.
“Yeah, I don’t think he likes me.” Jacob said. He didn’t seem too bothered by that fact.
“Probably because you didn’t start spanking me on sight.” I replied only half-jokingly.
I fiddled with my fingers. I wasn’t sure what to do. Part of me wanted to run back up to my room and stay there until my family came home, the other half wanted to be as close to Jacob as possible. It was very confusing, I so rarely wanted to spend any time with people who weren’t my immediate friends, even they grated on me sometimes.
“So… what do you want to do?” Jacob asked as he sat down on the couch.
I felt a momentary flash of panic and it took me a second to work out why that reaction had occurred. I was being asked to make a choice by a man, I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. In fact, it was possible it had never happened at all. Not any serious choice at least, one where what I said would matter. I shrugged.
“We can just sit down and talk, if you like?” Jacob suggested as he sat back on the couch.
I nodded my head. That felt almost like a grown-up thing to be doing, not something any other babysitter had given me the option of before. I sat down at the other end of the couch wishing my diaper wasn’t quite as large as it was. At least I had been changed just before Jacob arrived.
“This is a nice place.” Jacob said, “Have you lived here long?”
“My whole life.” I replied.
I was still trying my best to keep my distance. I couldn’t deny how I felt about Jacob, but it did me no good to think about it. He was taken and so was I. Besides, he may have been the kindest man I’d ever met, but he was still a man. At the end of the day, I couldn’t trust that he wanted anything more than a domestic servant.
“Cool.” Jacob said, “My family moved here from the city. Dad wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle a little after he sold his business.”
I didn’t reply. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. I hadn’t had a lot of practice having conversations and found it difficult to do so even when I wanted to. Fortunately, it seemed Jacob either didn’t mind my lack of response or didn’t notice how self-conscious I was.
“So, what do you normally do on a lovely day such as this?” Jacob asked casually.
“Not a lot.” I replied, “Some homework maybe, then I just try to stay out of the way.”
“You get homework?” Jacob seemed genuinely surprised.
I scowled but again remained silent. Yes, I got homework, if you could call writing out the alphabet “work”, I mean, I could read, I obviously knew how it went but my motor skills still made it tricky. As I brooded over my thoughts, I felt my diaper warming, it wasn’t a surprise but it was annoying.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit a nerve.” Jacob said after a few seconds, “I just genuinely don’t know a lot about what you girls get up to.”
“Really?” I cocked an eyebrow, “You don’t have a mother? Sisters? Girlfriends?”
“I have a mom.” Jacob conceded, “But… Well, our home life is a little different to most. And no, I’ve never had a girlfriend before.”
“You’re with Zoe right now.” I replied. I tried to ignore the fact that I was happy Jacob didn’t seem to see my friend in a romantic light.
“I don’t know if I would consider her my girlfriend.” Jacob replied carefully, “At least not yet. I like to take my time, make sure of things.”
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t really sure what to do with the information. Was it even relevant at all, it didn’t seem to change anything. Yet, it still felt like something HAD changed. Perhaps it was the spark of hope that something could happen between us had just reignited. Was that even what I wanted? Life was so much easier when I didn’t care about any boys at all.
“Besides, I think Zoe is a little cross at me today.” Jacob said with a naughty little smile.
“Oh?” I didn’t want to pry but I was also very curious.
“We were supposed to be going out today.” Jacob admitted, “I got a call last night from Liam saying your parents were looking for a babysitter and he recommended me…”
“You blew off your date to come here?” I frowned, “But… why?”
“I think you know why.” Jacob said with a sudden seriousness.
The sentence hit me like a truck, and I swallowed nervously. I knew I was the first person he had asked out to the prom, the only person since Zoe had asked him afterwards. He said he liked to take his time over things, but it certainly didn’t seem that way to me. I looked away as my cheeks went red. Maybe I was reading too much into it, maybe he meant something else. I felt like I was combing over every word he said looking for hidden intent.
As awkward as things had become, they were about to become a lot worse. As I looked away, I felt a rumbling in my belly which signified something dreadful. I felt my breath catch in my chest. I couldn’t do this, not in front of Jacob!
The pressure started to grow quickly in my bowels. My morning movement was on the way, and I knew that the muscles down there wouldn’t be able to do a thing to stop the inevitable. I should’ve gone earlier; I should’ve tried to force it out when I heard a babysitter was coming. If I had known, it was going to be Jacob I would have done everything I could to avoid messing myself in front of him. I looked around for a place to hide.
“I, erm, have to go…” I muttered.
“Huh? Go where?” Jacob asked.
I was already waddling from the room. I tried to tense my sphincter which was, of course, completely useless. I could feel my poop pressing against it and immediately started to push out of my body. I whimpered as I turned in the hallway and hurried towards the kitchen. I didn’t really know what my plan was, only that I didn’t want to humiliate myself in front of the one boy I didn’t despise. It was silly really, deep down I knew that one way or another Jacob was going to find me in my soon to me messy diaper, there was no way to avoid it happening, yet I couldn’t help but feel like I needed a private place to do it.
“Emma?” Jacob called after me, “What’s going on? Where are you going?”
I mumbled something but even I didn’t know what it was. Then I turned and opened a door to the far side of the kitchen that led into the garage. I didn’t turn on the light and ended up kicking a metal bucket rather painfully as I found a quiet corner and squatted down. It was just in time. I closed my eyes as I felt myself poop uncontrollably into my underwear. It was a familiar but hated sensation. The log curling around as it hit the back of the padding and smearing against me, it almost felt like I imagined ice cream would… If ice cream had been hot, stinky and all together more gross. I wasn’t thinking straight. I grunted a little as I heard Jacob in the kitchen calling my name again. It wouldn’t take long for him to find me; I’d left the garage door open.
I pushed down and felt more lumps emerge into my diaper. I heard a slight crackle from the diaper shifting under my onesie to accommodate what I was doing to it. Despite how embarrassing it was, I slipped my pacifier into my mouth and sucked on the amber bulb. For some reason it always made me feel at least a little bit better in times like this.
I started to stand up but before I’d even got halfway, I was crouching again for one last push. I felt the mush pressed against my skin spreading up towards my back. For good measure, my bladder released, and I soaked the front just as much as I had dirtied the back. I let out a deep breath as I slowly opened my eyes in the darkness.
“Do you need some help?” Jacob asked. His voice coming from the doorway behind me.
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