Waddles

I strongly disagree with the attitude of "don't publicize it" and don't go on TV, documentaries, etc. That is symptomatic of not just a complacent, but active attitude to "hide" this lifestyle.

Sheridan fussed a bit but relented knowing it wouldn't stop Vanessa. "What are we doing today?" He asked as Vanessa fed him oatmeal. He wriggled and fussed in his messy diaper.

Sheridan kicked underneath his covers a bit until finally falling asleep. Though he slept through most of the night he woke up early in the morning badly needing to go.

"But. I don't wanna go to bed yet!" Sheridan protested. "Can't I stay up for a bit?" He kicked his covers off as he lay there.

Sheridan didn't even know how to protest Vanessa. Somehow he had gone from high school graduated to a diaper and footie pajamas in an afternoon. He didn't know what to do, he lay there letting her clean and change him as if he were a child.

Sheridan was stunned. She couldn't be serious expecting him to just use his diaper. And, what did she mean about drinking his bottle and helping him... Suddenly he felt a wave of pressure and he filled his diaper rather noisily. If Vanessa couldn't hear it she could certainly see it in the expression his face. He tried to pretend like nothing happened as he continued to eat his soup. He hoped she hadn't noticed, he had already wet himself in front of her, what would she think... Another wave hit him and he pooped more, his diaper utterly full.

Sheridan began eating his soul trying to eat is as adult-like as he could but periodically losing a drop here and there. His need to go began to get worse as he shifted in his seat. He knew he would poop soon. "Um, Vanessa, I need to, um... Use the restroom please?" He tried to sound grown up saying it. He continued to shift and fidget.

ugh. He thought, climbing in the booster seat. He had made a deal though. His stomach gurgled a bit and he felt like he needed to potty but didn't want to admit that to Vanessa.

"Do I have to use the booster seat?" He asked, whining a bit. He waddled up to Vanessa and looked at the chicken noodle soup and then her. " can I sit in a normal seat, please?"

He only did that when he had nightmares, but, he still did. He blushed that it was mentioned and hadn't even thought of going a whole summer and what might happen if he had nightmares. He looked at Vanessa wondering what to do if he had a nightmare.

He huffed a bit inside. He wasn't a baby. But mom and dad and now Vanessa treated him like one. He wriggled his nose as Vanessa wiped his face.

ugh. A bottle?!?

He sat down in front of the TV watching the movie, periodically giggling and saying lines with the movie, "first day of school, first day of school!" He shouted and giggled. He looked over at Vanessa, she was really pretty. If there is anything he hated about being babied it was girls never took him seriously. But, if he was good, and did as he was told he could wear cool clothes and maybe Vanessa could help him with girls.

"Cool!" He said excitedly, sounding like a kid again.

He sucked on the pacifier in resignation and acceptance deal. "Okay" he mumbled through the paci. "Normal clothes, like, no suspenders and stuff?" He asked in hopes of finally getting to wear normal stuff.

"I don't need a pacifier" he mumbled through the pacifier. He looked down, the diaper showed pretty obviously under his footie pajamas.

only for the summer, then college.

"I'm old enough to do it myself though." He pleaded, realizing the irony of trying to suggest he was more adult because he could diaper himself. "I'll wear them, but, can I pleeeease do them myself?"

He looked downed not even realizing he had wet himself. He got upset but stomped off knowing he couldn't say much to defend himself. He did as he was told and showered and returned in a towel, nervous about what may happen now.

"What?!? I'm not wearing those!" He started to get nervous and upset. "I'd rather keep my school clothes on!" His hands rolled up and he closed his eyes trying to contain himself when a wet patch grew on the front of his pants. "I'm not going to wear those!" He huffed.

"Footie pajamas? I'm not a little kid..." He continued taking them off not following Vanessa's instructions. "I just want to take off my school clothes." He rarely gave lip to parents or babysitters, but, that was before he was 18. He still stood there pigeon toed wishing he was at least as tall as Vanessa. He knew he must look like a kid to her.

"Oh. Um. Chocolate chip! And marshmallows" he said excitedly and then immediately blushed realizing he sounded exactly like a little kid.

He blushed badly. He hated having his accidents brought up, especially to an attractive girl like Vanessa.

Sheridan stood there slightly confused, he knew mom and dad still saw him as their little boy, but, a babysitter? Even that surprised him. I mean, sure, they had done it before, but, that was before he was 18.

Sheridan immediately blushed at the mention of his bed-wetting problem. He behaved though, much like a child, and knew that his parents wouldn't relent. "Okay." He said timidly. He walked up to Vanessa, "H-hi. I'm Sheridan."