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i believe it was on deviant art

hello everyone I hope everyone is well. I am looking for a story about an older boy babysitting his sister and when he tries to get her to go to bed he persuades her by putting on a diaper so that she would as well. I think I have the beginning of it so I'll post that i think it was on deviant-art but i cannot find it, also I cannot remember the name, thank you in advance if you find it or even if you find something similar this has been bothering me for awhile now ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// I'm Jason I’m 17 years old. I live with my mother Lily who has long brown hair, a beautiful face, large boobs and an amazing figure. Next is Emma my younger sister who is 12 she keeps her black hair in a ponytail she like mom has a beautiful face, however her figure is more athletic and toned than mum and me she has amazing legs and butt. Lastly there’s Jenny the youngest at four years old, shes as cute as a button, though she’s very assertive sometimes its very hard for me to say no to her. I'm currently in my last two weeks of school before summer break. It's Thursday; mom planned to go out for the evening so she asked me to watch over Jenny. Emma was out with her friends; as she is quite mature for her age and is also very good with karate. She has recently got her green belt and is already working towards the next belt. She's been very happy since she got the belt and has been giving me odd looks lately. She's so confident and pretty. Jenny and I get along really well but this was the first time I had to be with her by myself for an entire evening. We watched some TV and played a girl's video game for a while. I tickled her occasionally and gave her some big hugs. She loved the attention. Her bedtime came and went without me really paying attention. We had a good time. It was around nine o'clock that she became a little difficult. I figured immediately that she was tired so I ushered her to bed. I popped up from my spot on the floor in front of the TV with her and turned it off. She of course put up a huge fuss. "I want to play longer," she said and pouted. "We played for a long time, longer than mom or dad would let you. It's so late and you should be in bed," I tried to reason with her. "No no no no no no," she just started wailing. This kept going for some time. Her voice got louder. She drowned out my hushes. She got up and started stomping about the room. I had to get her under control and into bed. She was way too tired. I reached out for her hand and tried to lead her to the stairs "You're just sleepy. It's time for bed. We'll play more tomorrow," I offered up. She went stiff and resisted my lead so my patience wore out. I grabbed her wrist and tugged. This is when I noticed something I had not thought of before: she was a big girl. My mother and I are softer but our dad, was tall and strong, looks like it wasn't just Emma who got his genes Her chest and shoulders were only slightly smaller than mine. She pulled firmly against me and I struggled to move her. I may be two feet taller than her but she was a really strong kid. Her lower center of gravity worked to her advantage and I had no choice but to pick her up and carry her upstairs. She flailed and screamed. I was drained when I got her to her room. "You have to get ready for bed. You can't be awake when mom gets home or I'll be in trouble. If I get in trouble I won't be allowed to babysit you again." It was an idle threat but I hoped she enjoyed the time we spent together enough to cooperate. I put her on her on the edge of the bed and she calmed down. Mom had laid out Jenny's sleepwear on the bed. There was a pink cotton nightie with satin trim, a girl's disposable diaper covered in My Little Pony images, and fuchsia plastic pants with ruffles. Jenny was a bedwetter. I helped her out of her shorts, tank top and panties. She didn't fuss much. "Ok, now we have to put on your diaper," I said as I laid her back on the bed. She immediately sat back up and yelled at me. "I'm not a baby. I don't want to wear the diaper any more. No no no no no," she yelled out at me. I put down the diaper and tried to hug her but she pushed me away. "I'm sorry Jenny but you have to wear the diaper tonight. I'll get in trouble if you go to bed without your diaper. We can talk to Mom about it in the morning. Maybe you won't wear them next time," I said hoping to soothe her. "No no no," she said. She lowered her voice but still wasn't willing to cooperate. "You don't want to get in trouble then you do it." She started chanting: "You do it! You do it! You do it!" This went on for a very long time. I checked the clock. It was closing in on 10. Mom was due back at 11. I needed her dressed, in bed, and asleep by then. I can't believe that I cannot force this little girl into her diaper. I pondered my situation for a moment while her taunting continued and decided that I could put on the diaper now and take it off when I leave her room after she's in bed. "Ok, Ok, Ok! I'll do it too," I yelled back at her. She was silent immediately. "You will?" she asked. "Yes, but you will too. Ok?" I offered. She nodded. I picked up the girly diaper, turned around, and pulled down my shorts and boxers. With my back to her, I placed the diaper on the floor and sat on it. I laid back and pulled it over my penis and bals, laying it flush with my tummy. At this moment she ran over. "I wanna help!" she called out. Her little hands moved quickly to the fastening strips and attached the diaper to me. It fit. I didn't expect it to and I did not like the feeling of a diaper on me. It was humiliating. I could feel my cheeks warm up. This better work. She better be convinced to put on a diaper too. I got up and displayed the diaper to her. "See? Now you." I did a sweep of my arms and then motioned to her. "No. There's more. You have to wear the pants too. You always wear pants with a diaper," she said. She snatched up the plastic pants from the bed and held them by my feet. I went ahead and stepped into them and she raised them to my waist. She quickly moved around me to make sure the diaper was covered and spent a quick moment behind my back. I heard a click. "Now they won't fall off," she said with some pride. Like most kids she enjoyed helping. "Now will you put on a diaper like me?" I asked. She nodded and walked over to the closet. I heard her digging through a shelving unit in there. She returned with an identical diaper and another pair of plastic pants, these were white and had no ruffles. She didn't fuss at all as I instructed her to lie down on the diaper so I could secure it. I then pulled the white plastic pants over her diaper. "That's no so bad, is it?" I asked her. She nodded. I could see she was getting tired. "Now let's put on your nighty," I offered. "No!" she belted. "You do it too." What is she thinking? Is this a dress-up game to her? What was I thinking, wearing a diaper to coerce her into bed. I felt really stupid. "You have to wear your nightie. It's time for bed," I tried to reason with her. "You do it! You do it! You do it!" she chanted again. I checked the clock. We've been at this for over a half-hour. I have to get her into bed and get out of this diaper before Mom and Larry get home. She kept stomping around and taunting for several minutes. I don't have time for this. "Ok. Ok. Ok! We'll both put on nighties," I said. I was defeated by my four year old step-sister. "Yes!" she cheered. She snatched up the nightie, sat on the bed, and patted it where she wanted me to sit. I smiled and sat next to her. "Lift your arms," she commanded. I did and in a moment my head was wrapped in pink. She tugged on it a few times and it actually fell over my shoulders and down my body. I was wearing her nighty. I wasn't even a little tight in the chest or shoulders and flowed loosely over my stomach. She stood on the bed for a second and fussed with the collar at the back. "See look, I'm ready for bed. Will you get ready now too?" I asked. "Ok. That's my only nightie but I'll get some pajamas," she conceded. She went back to the shelf in the closet and came back with a pair of blue cotton shorts and a white tee, both covered in Dora the Explorer logos. They were not too different from what she was wearing earlier. "These are my normal pajamas," she said as she presented them to me. She continued as she pulled the clothes on. "Me and mommy, we went shopping today for that nightie and the rumba panties. She wanted me to wear it to bed, and I'm supposed to try it to see if I like it but I don't like it. I'm happy I'm wearing my old pants. Mommy bought the ones you're wearing because these ones come off while I'm sleeping sometimes," she told me. I felt like an idiot. Here I was dressed up in her girliest nightwear and diapers while she was about to put on a pair of shorts and a tee to go to bed. "Ok, get in bed," I told her and she obeyed. It was now about 10:45. Hopefully she passes out before 11. I'll be out of this embarrassing outfit in a sec. I grabbed my clothes off the floor and backed out of her room, flicking the light switch as I went and shutting her door behind me. Once I was in my own room, I heard the front door open. Quickly I shut my door to avoid detection. I do not want to be seen like this. Through my door I heard a man and a woman keeping their voices down in respect to the sleeping child. Hopefully Jenny's really sleeping. I turned my attention to the nightie I had on. It was fitting me well across my chest and shoulders so I couldn't just slip it over my head. I tried to reach behind my back to unfasten it. I went to my closet door mirror; it was floor-to-ceiling; so I could see myself. What a sight I made. I was wearing a short pink nightie with an empire waist. Its satiny hem stopped just below my hips. Its satiny collar was high and close to my neck. Its sleeves with satiny cuffs ended on my biceps. Below the hem, I could clearly see very bright and bold fuschia plastic panties. They were puffed out; it was obvious that a diaper was underneath. I could see the ruffles on the panties puffing out on the sides of the diaper. I could see no buttons or anything on the front of the dress so I turned my back to the mirror. Where is the clasp holding this on me? I fumbled with the back of the collar and found some buttons. I attempted to undo them but it didn't work. They were small and I couldn't find the eyelets with my fingertips. I searched above them to find a lock. A lock! What the hell is a lock doing on a little girl's nightie? I couldn't move the clasp with the lock in place. I couldn't remove the nightie! "Ok. Ok. Ok. Calm down. Calm the fuck down..." I whispered to myself. I heard footsteps in the hallway. I have to get this off. I lifted the hem and put my fingers on the rumba panties. They were secure. I tried to wedge my fingers between the material and my hips. I succeeded but something very hard in the panty cut off the circulation in my fingers. I could move the panty a bit but I couldn't pull it down. What the fuck?! Hold on. Jenny said that these were new plastic panties because the other ones kept falling off. These panties will not fall off? That's impossible. They're just vinyl with polyester ruffles and an elastic waist. Why won't they come off? I searched along the waistbandwith my fingertips and found the source of my problem: another lock! The footsteps paused, a door opened, and I heard some whispering. After a few moments, the footsteps resumed towards my door. I went back to work on the panties but they wouldn't budge and the lock had no give. I was locked into diapers, ruffled plastic pants, and a girl's nightie. What the fuck am I going to do about this? Locked... A key! Where's the goddamn key? Maybe Jenny knows. Jenny's asleep. Mom would know but there's no way I'm approaching mom in this outfit. This is when I heard the knock at my door and saw the doorknob begin to turn. "Jason? Hello? You in there?" It was Mom. "Mom! Don't come in! I'm..." I stumbled to the door and let my weight fall on it. I paused. "... not decent." "Just wanted to let you know that I’m home and I checked on Jenny. She's asleep. Did everything go all right tonight?" she said through the door as she stopped pushing. I laid against the door and sat on the floor, hearing my diaper crumple and my ruffles crinkle. They were the loudest noises ever, I was certain Mom would wonder what the noise was. OR worse, Mom would KNOW the sound of a diaper and ruffles. Please Mom, you didn't hear anything. "Yeah Mom, everything went great." I tried to be chipper. "We played games and she went to bed easy." "Mom, what's with her nightie and plastic pants?" I asked. Here comes the answer to my problems. Talk Mom. Tell me about the key. She took a moment. She took too long a moment but she finally answered. "She isn't wearing her nightie. I just checked on her and I could tell because she kicked off her blankets. What do you kow about her nightie?" she turned the question back on me. "We tried it on but she didn't want to wear it so I let her put on her old PJs," I answered. It wasn't entirely a lie seeing as *I* actually tried it on and I'm still wearing it. "The panties lock onto her, right?" I quickly asked. "They would if she was wearing them. Why isn't she wearing them?" she said in an annoyed tone. "I bought those specal for her to try out. I left them on her bed specifically for tonight. And she isn't wearing them." I had to think fast. "I just let her choose whatever night clothes she wanted to wear. I'm sorry, Mom," I answered. Hopefully she was satisfied. "That's too bad," she said back. "I was hoping I could start dressing her up a bit. She's so stubborn," she said. "Do you know what happened to her new nightie and panties?" Oh my god! She noticed the nightclothes were missing!!! "What do you mean?" I said back hoping she believed my tone of innocence. "Are they gone?" "Oh nevermind," she muttered. "They'll turn up. You have a good night." "Thanks Mom, you sleep well too," I said and breathed a sigh of relief. Whew! That was over with. Now back to getting these off.... THE KEY! WHERE'S THE GODDAMN KEY, WOMAN! Dammit, she didn't tell me about the key. I could call after her but she'd be concerned about my curiosity. Why would I be asking so many questions about Jenny's missing sleepwear? That wouldn't work. I'll have to figure this out myself. After some pondering, I decided that if Mom bought a locking nightie and plastic panty for Jenny she would not hide the key. She'd leave it out where she can get to it in the morning when she needed to get the diaper off Jenny. It's either in Jenny's room or in Mom's room and it's probably out in the open on a dresser or something. I will just have to check both rooms when everyone's asleep. And then there's Emma... I can't let her catch me. When will she be home? Either I will check after Mom and Larry fall asleep but before Emma gets home or I wait until Emma gets home and everyone's asleep. I will have to kill some time until Mom sleeps for the night. I turned off my lamp and hopped on to my computer to surf the web. The diaper was driving me crazy. I was getting an itch in my crotch and I couldn't reach it my dick was getting hard and the soft material of the nightie kept rubbing against my nipples and making them puff up and hard. The crinkling of the ruffles was humiliating and only made me more excited. I found myself looking at porn. Porn can get loud, with the moaning and slapping, so I put on my fullsize earphones. I didn't think about it at the time but they were noisecancelling. In the past, many times I've had someone walk into my room and tap me on the shoulder before I was aware of their presence. It took a few searches but I eventually found a site where men were forced into diapers by younger girls and humiliated. I was getting really excited however I couldn't reach my dick. I was frustrated so I just rubbed the front of the diaper. I watched two women making out on the screen and rubbing their hands all over eachother's naked bodies. I rubbed harder. I watched the poor helpless guy in a diaper strapped to a high-chair. I listened as the ladies called him baby and wussy. They offered him a binky and he sucked on it. They played with his nipples and he grimaced but couldn't stop them while his arms were lashed behind the chair. I rubbed harder. And that's when I came in my diaper. It was a great orgasm and it felt like it went on and on. I was laying back in my reclining office chair when I came around a few moments later. It was just luck that I opened my eyes to see the door to my room opening. Panic hit me. I dove at my bed. The headset cord went tight and the headphones were tugged roughly from me, pulling my hair. They clattered on the floor. In one swift motion I grabbed the comforter and pulled it over my body, covering the nightie. My feet poked out from the bottom. My heart was racing. My body was sweating. My eyes were wide open. The door closed. "Jason, what the hell are you doing in there?" It was Mom again. She continued after a short pause, "I'm opening the door now." I thought it was bad before but this is much worse. Mom is going to flip. Just completely flip. She must know I was masturbating. How could she not? Anyhow, when she gets in here she'll figure it out quickly. There's porn on the screen. I just dove into my bed. I must have made some noise when I was getting off. She's not dumb. I'm caught. She'll tell me something like "You get up out of that bed this instant!" and then she'll also see her daughter's nightwear on me and the fucking diaper. I'm so dead. I think I'm just going to will myself to die, right here, right now. She entered, closed the door behind her and walked to the middle of the room. She wore her sleepwear: a flannel tanktop and shorts. The computer was behind her. The porn was paused. Two women were caught on screen, one devouring the other's pussy. The other throwing her head back in mock ecstasy. Mom didn't look at it. She stared at me instead. I willed myself to keep eye-contact with her. I knew that if I looked behind her for a moment, she'd turn to see what was on my screen. I'd be punished. I'd be put on bread and water and locked in this room with nothing but schoolbooks. She'd get Larry to beat my ass. No. I must keep my eyes on her. "I just wanted to say good night and I hear all this ruckus. Do you want to wake your sister? You know it takes forever to settle her back down when she's startled awake," she berated me. I have never been so delighted to be berated in my life. "I'm sorry mom. I couldn't hear you and you surprised me," I explained. She looked me up and down for a moment then her eyes settled on the where my legs poked out of the comforter. She reached over and touched the comforter and my leg. I felt the satin of the nightie tighten around my chest. I felt it hug my shoulders. I was sure the ruffles and the diaper were making the comforter bulge too much. "What are you up to?" she asked, her voice lowered to just over a whisper. "I know something is going on. You're acting weird." She breathed out heavily. I stopped breathing altogether. "Nothing mom. Just nothing," I muttered. I needed to say something. Anything that could explain the noise. The bundling under the comforter. The "weirdness". She looked me in the eyes and sighed loudly. Her hand moved up and she gently patted my brow and my hair. She bent down to kiss my forehead. "I love you. You're my baby. I'm going to bed now. If you want to talk about this tomorrow just find me and say 'about last night'. You sleep well." She patted my hip. It crinkled. I'm sure it crinkled. It was LOUD. It fucking echoed in the room that crinkle. I was sweating even worse. She must have heard it. She must have FELT the ruffled panties and the diaper. How could she not? But she didn't pause or look at me again. She got up, turned away from the computer, and left the room. She spoke once more from the doorway without looking back. "Cover your feet. You don't want to be cold." The door closed behind her. Oh my god, I could relax. It's over. She'd left. She's weirded out but she's gone. I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt my body loosen up. I was so stressed and tight during the conversation but it's better now. And it hit me. I needed to pee. Oh my god! I'm going to die. Get it together. I just need to hold out until Mom and Larry are asleep. I check the clock. It's only 11:32. Mom just left my room a second ago. She's going to bed. They'll be asleep in no time. Then I'll go look for the key. I just need to hold on until they pass out. I can do that. Even though my bladder is getting pretty insistent, I can do this. The computer monitor blinked off and I was left in darkness. Forget peeing. I just need to wait it out. I'm still ok. I just need to wait until my parents are asleep. Ok, I also have to hope that Emma doesn't come home and see me walking around like a baby girl. That won't happen. It's Ok. Just wait it out and go find the key in Mom's room. It's Ok. And the urine started to flow. It was just a little at the beginning and I immediately tried to stop it but my panic kicked in and it went to a strong flow. No! I can't pee in my diaper. I can't be found in a wet diaper! My diaper? What the hell am I thinking. The diaper was soaked. It wasn't designed for this much pee. It wasn't designed to handle a penis - it was a young girl's diaper. It wasn't meant for a teenage boy's volume. There isn't nearly enough padding near the penis. I could feel the front of diaper get overwhelmed and the pee flood the panties. I then felt my ass get wetter and wetter and the diaper drew whatever liquid it could from the panties. The diaper was saturated with my piss. I broke into tears. While sobbing quietly into my pillow I prayed to a god I never prayed to before. And waited. When I recovered, it was past midnight. I have to ignore the pee-filled diaper and focus on getting out of this fucking outfit. As I pulled my arms out from under the comforter, I felt the satin collar ride up against my neck and the satin cuffs tighten on my biceps. I was about to pull the comforter off me when my mother's words rang back. I ran my hands lightly down the comforter until I reached the my uncovered legs. It was above my knees. Way above my knees. Oh no! Was the nightie covered? Was it sticking out? I traced my fingers along the edge of the comforter but came across no satin. Ok. That's better. The nightie wasn't sticking out. Mom never saw the nightie. Good! Oh shit, wait. I moved my hand quickly between my legs and reached for the comforter there. It covered the nightie but what about the diaper and rumba panties? I let my fingers drape over the comforter and dangle. I felt the rumba panties. They weren't covered. Fuck me! Mom saw the panties. That's why she stiffened up. That's why she invited me to talk about "this" tomorrow. That's why she called me HER BABY! That's it, I'm dead. I should just die now. I can't live through this. Cover your feet, she said. She must have seen it all. Goddammit.

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