Long Story #15: The Nanny (P4)

Molly was first to get up and shut the infernal thing off. She looked over at her twin and saw him starting to gently stir, but he didn't look to actually be awake yet. The girl covered her mouth to yawn and trudged groggily over to Max's bed. "Mm..Max, time to wake up...We need to get ready for school." She muttered, putting her hand on him to gently jostle him from his dreams. His thumb was still in his mouth and it had been getting soaked in drool all night. He groaned quietly, but didn't open his eyes. "Max, come on, we gotta get up." The girl repeated, putting her other hand on him to shake him some more, but instead she accidentally got a hand on something that felt warm and squishy. Molly blinked and retracted her hand. She had an idea of what that feeling meant, but she was hoping that she was wrong. With a quick tug, the blanket came off of him, and she could immediately tell that the outline of his diaper was much more pronounced through the pajamas now. She bit her lip and looked down at the boy who was snoozing on his stomach. Had he really ended up needing to wear this thing? She reached down and gave an exploratory prod to the back of his pajamas; she was rewarded with the squelch of soaked padding, and that was enough to make Max open an eye. "..M'gettin' up..." He murmured, popping a wet and wrinkled thumb from his mouth. "Umm...Max.." "I said I'm gettin' up...just hold on..." He groaned as he started to sit up on his knees. He could quickly tell that something didn't feel right. The mix of warm and cold padding being pressed against him was quite a way to wake up. The differing temperatures was as a result of his wetting being sporadic throughout the night, with the most recent having been just twenty minutes ago. His diaper was absolutely soaked, and while he hadn't leaked, he probably would have with another hour or so of piddling. "Oh no...no..." He softly bemoaned, cupping a hand over his crotch to test the diaper with a squeeze. "Yeah, umm...I think you wet the bed." Molly awkwardly commented. The news wasn't necessary, and it stung to hear it out loud. Instead of lamenting the accident though, he was panicking over what it would mean in terms of what the nanny had said. He'd had no fears that he'd pee himself when he went to bed last night, since it was such a rarity, and now he was sitting here with a water balloon around his waist! "I...I gotta hide this." Molly looked unsure about that. Max had ended up needing the diaper he'd fought so hard against wearing, and it felt a little juvenile to try to hide what had happened to escape the natural consequences. Still, she wanted to help him however she could. "Hide it how, Max?" "I-I don't know! Maybe I could take it off and clean up, and then I could put another one on before breakfast! The nanny wouldn't have to know at all!" The scheme was sloppy, but the beats of it at least made sense. The only problems that the girl could point out were that they didn't know when the nanny would come looking for them and she didn't know where he could hide the wet one. "I just need you to unzip these pajamas, okay? I can take care of the rest, and then you can just zip me back up!" Molly didn't feel comfortable with getting involved with his deception, nor did she want to end up lying, but she also couldn't let her poor brother down at such a pivotal moment. She wanted to believe that this accident had been a freak occurrence like the other ones in the past had been, possibly as a result of stress; it wouldn't be fair to label him a bedwetter over that! "...W-well...Okay. I'll help you with that much." She reached over and unzipped his pajamas, which he quickly got the rest of off. Both of the twins were briefly entranced at what was underneath. It was surreal to see Max in a diaper, but even more-so to see him in one that was so soggy, swollen and yellow. Molly had to suppress a giggle at the sight, which Max glared at her over. "Okay...Just need to...carefully..." Max started to walk toward the bathroom that was connected to their room. His gait was awkward with his legs splayed out like a cowboy; the diaper sloshed and swayed with every step, sagging low enough on his thighs to cause the top of his butt-crack to show. Molly grabbed a fresh diaper from the pack, as well as some powder and wipes. She had no plans to help him with cleaning up, but she could at least gather up the supplies for him. She poked her head in the bathroom as Max was fiddling with the tapes of the diaper, and she put the necessary items on the counter for him. She left him to handle things and proceeded to get dressed for the day. She heard the shower briefly run, and then after a solid ten minutes, the boy exited in a fresh diaper and with the soggy one balled up in his hand. The tapes looked sloppy, so she walked over and crouched down to adjust them for him. "So, what are you going to do with that one." Molly asked, gesturing at the one in his hands. "I can't throw it away yet. She's going to be waiting for us down there...I gotta wait until she won't notice." Max informed, temporarily placing it down on his bed. Molly zipped him back up in the sleeper and sighed, "Seems like a lot of work...You can't just explain to her that it doesn't usually happen?" "I mean, do you think she'd listen to me?" "Point taken...So, where can you hide it? She'll probably clean in here again today, or at least check to make sure that you did." The boy bit his lip and started to look around. There were no toys out, since he hadn't had the chance to play with any yesterday after getting home. He opened his toy chest and carefully stowed the soggy garment away in there, as if it was an impromptu diaper pail. "That should do it for now..." "Yeah, until it starts to stink." "Don't be so negative! It should be fine while we're at school." With that, they exited their bedroom and headed down the stairs to get some breakfast. As they did, Max had an unpleasant revelation; his gut was feeling uncomfortably full, not out of hunger, but of something else. He had the realization that he hadn't pooped since yesterday at school, which for someone who went multiple times a day, was troublesome. His mind filled with regret over not taking care of it while he was changing in the bathroom. The air downstairs was thick with the smell of bacon and eggs. Heading into the kitchen, they could see exactly why. The woman may be stern, but she was a marvelous cook! Eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, waffles, fruit...The spread may as well have been out of a cereal commercial. Amber was already eating at the table, and the booster seat hadn't left the spot it'd been in from last night. Max could only guess what containment his breakfast would arrive in, but that was low on the list of priorities right now! The woman reared her head, "Good morning, you two. Are you ready for some breakfast before school?" "Good morning." Molly smiled, nodding at the question and taking a seat at the table. There would be no pleasantries from Max. Instead, the first words out of his mouth were: "There's no pee in my pants, just like I said there wouldn't be! Go ahead and check." Amber snickered and shot Molly a knowing look, which just caused the girl to quietly groan at her brother's juvenile outburst. Mrs. Rhinehart didn't look impressed by Max's announcement, and she didn't make any move to check his diaper either. "Oh? Is that so? Well, I'll take a look after breakfast. Perhaps you're more mature than I thought. Unless you're fibbing." Max looked disappointed that she wouldn't check immediately; he needed her to be convinced that she had been wrong! Still, there was no helping it for now. He could wait another ten minutes. Max was so excited to demolish the diaper narrative that he sat in the booster seat without putting up a fight. The way he saw it, he would need to dissuade these edicts one at a time. Amber grinned, "Wow, no tinkles in your bed. You must be so proud." The first sentence had been directed at Max only, but the second was meant to address Molly too, who was still reeling from secondhand embarrassment. Max blushed and lamely shrugged. With it being pointed out, he could see how his excitement had come across as childish. "N-not proud, just...Well...I already knew I didn't need to wear this thing!" "You must be the envy of all the toddlers in the neighborhood." Amber dryly quipped. The nanny brought plates for the twins. Once again, the disparity was on full display. One plate ceramic, and one plate plastic. Food cut up to an obnoxious degree on one, while the other looked standard for anyone over the age of three. The sippy cup made a return too, once again filled with milk (and some extras). "I don't have a bib for you, so please try to be careful. And the lid stays on, since you proved to need it last night at dinner." The boy blushed, but again didn't put up a fuss about it. First focus was getting rid of the diapers, and then he could get to work on all this other stupid crud! He ate more closely to his plate, since he couldn't rely on the plastic fork to actually keep food on it all the way to his mouth. The cramping in his belly was starting to become more of a nuisance, but it was still manageable for the moment. "So, Amber, are you going to be in our class?" Molly casually asked as she dug into her own breakfast. "Why would she? We go to a private school. One for rich people." Max interjected, being more spiteful than he was normally known for being. "M-Max!" Molly was genuinely surprised. Her brother was usually too nice, which made it strange to hear him launch such vitriol at someone. "My mom makes a lot of money, Max. We're not poor just because our family isn't as rich as yours." Amber looked pissed, which made it all the more admirable that her volume and tone was kept so calm. "My enrollment isn't finished yet, so I won't start until later this week." "Well, we'd be happy to help you around the school if you want us to." Molly offered. She might not have liked Amber very much so far, but she wanted to keep the peace here at home. The twins finished breakfast around the same time, but only Molly was excused to go finish getting ready for school. Max looked confused, but then the nanny piled some more food onto his plate. "You didn't finish dinner last night. I need to make sure you're getting enough nutrition; you're already too small for your age." It wouldn't be such a big issue if his bowels weren't rebelling against him. He tried to get out of it by saying he wasn't hungry, but she wasn't having it. Before he could even dig into the second helping, she stopped him and took hold of his hand. "...What's this...Why is your thumb so wrinkled?" The result of his thumb-sucking had been low on his priorities and totally off of his radar. He'd hardly paid it any mind when he'd woken up this morning, but now it was getting put front and center. What he didn't know was that it was another conspiracy against him. When his sister had left the room last night, the nanny had come in. She'd put some honey on his thumb and then coaxed it into his mouth, which had the desired effect of getting him to suck it like a toddler in his sleep. It was just like the wet diaper she had set him up for, which speaking of... While she waited for whatever excuse he had for the wrinkles on his thumb, she got to wondering what he'd done to come down here in a dry diaper. With the powerful diuretics and sedatives in his drink last night, there was zero chance he woke up dry. That meant deception, and with the zipper on his pajamas, it also meant an accomplice. "..I umm..I dunno...Guess I drooled on it in my sleep?" "Yeah, that usually happens when you suck your thumb like a baby." Amber smirked, done with her meal but not done with enjoying the show. "Big kids don't put their thumbs in their mouth. If you keep doing it, then I might have to get you a pacifier!" Mrs. Rhinehart shook her head, as if she couldn't believe how childish Max was. The interruption wasted precious time that Max really didn't have. Once he was allowed to continue eating, his intestines felt like they were on fire! Little toots were starting to slip out, though they were mercifully very quiet. The nanny had been watching him squirm and fidget all throughout breakfast. She had an idea of what that meant, which is why she'd heaped more food on his plate in the first place. If he thought he was going to get one up on her, then she was going to make him present something to her that was much worse than a simple soggy diaper. The plastic fork was making the task a lot more difficult too; if he had a normal fork, then he could have finished this in a fraction of the time it was taking him! He started to supplement by using his hands to pick up pieces of food that were too much trouble for the babyish utensil. Every bite was leading him closer and closer to his potty emergency becoming a catastrophe. Another fart slipped out and was actually audible as it sputtered against the padding. Amber blanched at the sound and stood up from her chair, "Ugh, gross! Max just farted at the kitchen table!" The boy blushed and sheepishly looked up from his plate, "Uhh...Excuse me..." "We do such things in the bathroom, Max. Only infants and toddlers can't hold back their gas while in polite company." The nanny chided, while her daughter took the gassy outburst as a reason to go ahead and leave. Max was just a few bites away when things became untenable. That fart had shaken things loose in his bowels, and his body had given him plenty of warnings about what was about to happen. A cramp floored him and the unthinkable finally happened; he could feel something beginning to pass past his buttcheeks and pressing into the cushioned backside of his Pampers. His whole body felt tense and a shiver traveled the length of his spine; all that existed in that moment was the alien sensation of something solid starting to cram itself inside his pants. It'd been a long time since he'd pooed his pants, and any other time had been with soft-serve, not with something as firm and fully formed as this! A crackling sound slowly emanated from behind him; the steamer was beyond his control at this point, and regardless of what he tried to do to stop it, the turd was inching out without faltering. He could feel the diaper's material being pushed out from the solid mass, which caused subtle crinkling sounds to join with the crackling of the log. His pajamas were beginning to feel tighter around the front too, as they too had to push out to accommodate the payload. After missing at least three dumps, his body was enacting a full evacuation. Once the python ran out of room to tent the diaper out, it began to coil up like a pile of rope in the bottom of the garment. The smallest consolation was that the slow unloading wasn't a flatulent affair, so at least the kitchen wasn't filled with the sound of his self-defecation. The poop felt hot underneath him, and sticky too. Once he'd finally pinched the enormous loaf with a soft grunt, he could feel that after running out of space to coil up, it'd begun to push underneath him and toward the front of his diaper too. The severity of the bowel movement had made his weakened bladder cut loose too, which meant another stream of shame soaking the front of the poopy diaper. The relief of release was short-lived. Only moments after he'd finished pooping, he could hear the nanny's voice again. "Hurry up and finish your plate; then I can check your diaper and you can get ready for school." Things had gone from bad to worse.