Trips outside the house with mom were always something I dreaded, especially when we were running low on diapers. The fact that she could draw attention merely by virtue of her statuesque beauty would always draw additional public attention to my unfortunate situation, much to my cringing shame.
“We just changed your diaper ten minutes ago and you’re wet already? Look, We are a ways away from our car, I have a lot of shopping to do and I am not about to allow diaper changes to get in the way of that. I think it’s time to throw away your Pampers collection and bust out with the big guns. You know what that means honey, I’m putting you in an ‘overnight’ diaper that is thick, absorbent and plastic-backed. That way you can wet yourself all day without needing a change right away. You might begin to waddle with a thick wet diaper between your legs, but I’d say it’s time to go public with your diaper dependence anyway”
Initially I was SO excited to find out that our smoking HAWT next-door neighbor Celeste was foregoing summer school at her college to come live at home for the summer.
Celeste is two years older than me and I’ve had a crush on her since kindergarten, and I’ve shamelessly lusted after her ever since my stirring hormones turned on in middle school. I can’t count the number of times I quietly secretly photographed and videoed Celeste from my upstairs bedroom window looking down into her backyard, as she innocently tanned in her bikini, mistakenly believing that her tall privacy fence adequately shielded her from pervs’ prying eyes. Well, I suppose it actually did … just not from this particular persistently pernicious perv.
I understand Celeste was selected as Miss May for her school’s fundraising calendar featuring the prettiest girls on campus, and that she earns money part-time as an upscale department store lingerie, swimwear, sportswear, and formal wear model. Now that she’s home for the summer, I think she looks even better than ever.
I’ll be a high school senior next year, which is great – or it would be if I wasn’t still hopelessly incontinent. Talk about cutting into my social life and completely killing any chance of a dating life!
Not many people know about my condition since I wear the easily-concealed thin adult underpants at school, with a doctor’s note thankfully keeping me out of P.E., plus frequent
discreet visits to the school nurse’s private office for my
depressingly necessary diaper changes.
So it was with a mixture of fear, dread, and longing when I learned that mom had secured Celeste’s services for the summer as my designated “nanny”. On the one hand, the thought of such frequent heart-stopping intimate (albeit mortifying and disgusting) contact with a way-out-of-my-league girl like Celeste was exciting and titillating. Hell, I had even been really excited
throughout the school year
by all the ticklish touchy-feely diaper changes administered by the still-sexy 44-year-old school nurse MILF with the 44D’s. Of course, one day really sucked when my always-smiling angelic nurse called in sick, leaving my diaper change in the pudgy hands of the stern stocky vice principal in charge of discipline. OH, YUCK!
Anyway,
I knew better than to even dare to dream that I could ever be a boyfriend or husband to an absolute goddess like Celeste, but
I still hated for her to have to see me as the incontinent diaper wearing sissyboy that I am and always have been.
I feared her scornful snickers, not only at my condition but by my helplessness and by my mushy mutant micropenis, but she was surprisingly nonjudgmental and down to earth. Celeste did not ignore the elephant (or rather the mini-mouse) in the room, raising her lovely eyebrows in surprise, then diplomatically covering her mouth to hide her amused smile the first time she saw my lip-balm-travel-sized inchworm, but she thankfully said nothing derogatory, at least not directly to me or within my earshot. I don’t think my already-shattered ego could have withstood that.
However, Celeste did put her perfectly-pedicured pretty foot down when it came to my crazy frequency of diaper wettings. She loved to shop and was always on the go, and she wasn’t about to let my frequent fillings cramp her busy social lifestyle. She let me know in no uncertain terms that she WOULD be putting me in the thick swaddling bubble-butt monsters that could adequately withstand multiple wettings, but which were clearly discernible at quite a distance, leaving no doubt as to what they actually were.
I tried to cry and complain to mom, but my mom was so thankful to have someone as reliable as Celeste to look after me that my teary complaints fell on deaf ears.
Diapered Sassy 