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The Babysitter, Part 58
🕑 Added 2024-07-30 12:00:02 +0000 UTCI still wasn’t fully convinced that this was real life. This couldn’t actually be happening, right? To use the pull-ups in such a way, at my age . . .
There was really no time to exist in denial. I needed another shower, which Noelle would absolutely ask about if she caught me rinsing off so soon after the previous one. Not only did I need to discreetly dispose of the padded underwear, but I also needed a new set from Noelle’s babysitting bag. Was this even possible to do without getting caught?! And yet, if I was caught, it would not go well for me. Even if I was Miley’s age, there was no excuse for this. It was so much worse than the wet pull-ups from earlier, and I could already imagine Noelle asking me if I did this on purpose.
If she suspected as much when I wet the bed, I could see her accusing me of doing something like this in the middle of the day as retaliation for XYZ. Well, not me, specifically. The Miley she was hired to watch, however, was a different story. Maybe she would do something this extreme out of spite.
Breaking me out of my thoughts, with her hands still firmly on my lower thighs to keep my squat as deep as it was, she asked. “Well? Are you all done, brat?”
Yeah, my system had been completely voided thanks to her little ‘prank.’ There wasn’t exactly a safe answer, either. “I need to change,” I muttered, cheeks thoroughly flushed at this point, “Just- Get out? Please? And don’t tell anyone.”
“Hmm, I don’t think so,” she said. Finally releasing her grip on my legs, she instead took my wrists, then proceeded to stand up with no warning.
“Wait, don’t-” I started to protest, but it was too late. There was nothing to do except go with her movements; yanking away would risk losing my balance and falling backwards, which was out of the question in my current state.
She just gave me another smug smirk once we were both standing. “Come on, Miley. We need to go tell your babysitter that you had another accident.” Placing her hands on my shoulders and turning me around, Paige gave a small push to get me walking towards the bedroom door.
I was already cringing from how the sagging pull-ups shifted between my thighs as I was made to stand up, which only got more uncomfortable once my legs started moving. The best I could do to circumvent the gross sensations was to spread slightly into an awkward waddle, which I knew had to look ridiculous. It only took a few steps before I realized she wasn’t going to stop nudging me forwards; if I wanted to stay in my room, I had to take the initiative.
“Paige.” Bracing myself with a single foot and using that resistance to turn against her next little shove, I tried my best to be as serious as I could manage while she very much held all the cards. “Noelle can’t find out. And I really do need to change. Like, now.”
Her response was fairly predictable. “And what’s in it for me?” she asked, crossing her arms. Apparently she already had something in mind, as she didn’t wait for me to offer an idea of my own. “Hmm, I know. How about this? I won’t say a word to Noelle. All you have to do is go back downstairs and work on your homework for an hour.”
An hour?! I couldn’t sit in dirty pull-ups for that long! And wouldn’t Noelle notice? The smell was somewhat subdued thanks to the double layers, but not entirely absent.
“That’s- Paige, I don’t want to, umm-”
“Choose, Miley,” she said, speaking far more clearly than my hesitant stammer, “Either way, we’re going down to see Noelle. You can either tell her what you did, or you can be a reformed tween girl and ask to do more of your summer assignments. Okay? Okay. Let’s go.” This time, she didn’t bother with a push. She merely strutted past me and out into the hall, then stood there with a hand on her hip. “Or I could just call her up right now.”
That got me moving. Any thoughts of somehow staying up here and not following my sister were shut down when she pointed out that it would be just as easy to get Noelle upstairs. Something told me Paige wouldn’t offer me the same options if she had to resort to that. There was still the walking issue. Wearing two pull-ups had been difficult enough in terms of making my steps look normal, and that encounter with Ruby had proven that the bulky underwear was noticeable to the perceptive eye in terms of how it affected my movements. If I wanted to keep this from Noelle, I was going to have to keep my thighs somewhat close and suffer through the disgusting mess down there.
It was so counterintuitive to leave the safety of my bedroom, especially since the logical direction to go was towards the private bathroom. Instead, I reluctantly joined Paige in the hall, trying my best to both keep a straight face and attempting to will my blush away. Turns out, my Plan A had a lot more consequences than I initially anticipated. Now I only had a minute or two before I was going to have to make a choice when faced with Noelle.
But first, we had to pass by Paige’s room. Instead of walking right by the open door, which would have been ideal, she grabbed my wrist again and tugged me to the threshold with her. The three girls were just sitting around chatting, apparently taking a break from video games.
“Hey, sorry this is taking so long,” she said, “I’ll be back in a minute.” Rather than keeping it brief and vague, Paige went on, “Miley just pooped her diapers, so we need to go and deal with that.”
