AUTHORS NOTE: Mush like the last one this one is basically just a really smutty idea I had that I fleshed out a little. This one is unique in that some time soon I'm going to making a part 2 and continuing this story on a little. But if you want to see that before the next one off compilation comes out you'll have to subscribe to my bonus chapter tier over on my patreon at patreon.com/bigred0603. Though I hope you enjoy what you have here.

Bella's breathe was quick as she grabbed a pull up from the open package in Chelsea's room. She felt ridiculous and ashamed, but she had already come this far, there was no stopping now.

"Everything ok in there," Darla called as she entered the room from the hall.

"Oh yeah I'm fine," Bella feigned innocence. "Guess my wallet rolled under her bed at some point," Bella gave the quick lie and closed her back pack up. The excuse she had given Darla to come up here was that she needed to pack her things, and that was true to an extent, but it wasn't the entire truth. She had really come up here to once again pocket a pull-up from the little girl she was babysitting. She had made it a point to put her bag in the child's room so she could use this excuse.

She had planned on taking this pull-up earlier in the night, before Darla had come home, but Darla had come home early. This is the second time she had done so in fact. She had also come home early the last time Bella babysat, and so Bella couldn't take her usual pull-up with her when she left. Which is why this time she was prepared with a backup plan to take home her padded prize.

She didn't know why she was doing this. Not the stealing part, that was pretty obvious. She was only recently 21, and trying her hardest to pay her way through a degree. Which meant wasting money on her own pull-ups wasn't something she could really justify. What she really didn't know is why she wanted a pull-up to begin with. Something always drew her to diapers, and by extension these pull-ups. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and she desperately wanted to put this desire behind her, but it was so strong that it drove her to petty theft. Really she wanted even more than this. These pull-ups were nice, they were decorated with soft cute flower prints that even had fade when wet petals on it. They weren't diapers though. She couldn't tape herself into these, they didn't have that crinkle she somehow remembered from her childhood, and most importantly, they couldn't really hold a real wetting from her. Despite all of this though, this is what she could get.

She was compelled to start taking them the first time she baby sat Chelsea, when she found out the girl still had bedwetting trouble and had to wear these to bed. The first night when she made sure Chelsea had worn her pull-ups to bed Bella new she had to have one, and so she took one while the girl was asleep, and had been taking one each time she came to baby sit ever since. It seemed to be the perfect crime. She had been babysitting for Darla for a year, and that was a lot of stolen pull-ups. Yet, Darla seemed to be none the wiser. So, while still ashamed, she felt confident as she left the house, and wasn't expecting what was about to happen when Darla followed her outside.

"Bella dear," Darla said stopping Bella before she could get too. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure thing Miss D," Bella turned around happily.

"Do you mind if I look into your bag?" Darla said flatly. Bella's expression suddenly changed and she felt a pit in her stomach.

"W-w-why?" she stammered out clutching her backpack.

"I think we both know why," Darla said giving Bella a glare. When Bella didn't respond Darla continued. "I've been keeping count of Chelsea's pull-ups for a while. For a girl that's been really improving in her bedwetting she's been going through a lot of pull-ups, and always seems to lose some when you come over to baby sit." Bella gulped and whimpered. "And strangely enough last time, when I came home early and you didn't have time to sneak up and grab one, she didn't have one go missing. I knew tonight when you told me you left your bag up there that I'd catch you. I was there dear, I saw you put it in your bag. I'll give you one chance to give it back and explain yourself."

"I'm sorry," Bella said quickly, grabbing the pull-up out of her bag and handing it to Darla and starting to cry. "I'm so, so, sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Why Bella? Why are you doing this?" Darla demanded.

"I don't know. I don't know. I just want them. They make me feel, nice," Bella tried to explain.

"Does this have something to do with my daughter?" Darla accused.

"Oh god, Oh god no. Darla please I would never. Please don't think that I would ever ..."

"Do you want to be her?" Darla cut Bella off. "Does that idea excite you? Does the thought of being sent to bed in a pull-up because you can't hold it at night turn you on?" The blush on Bella's face said everything. That did turn her on, but she knew the road Darla was going down and didn't like where it was going.

"Darla please. It's not like that. I promise."

"Wait here." Darla demanded before entering her house and shutting the door. Bella stood in the light of her front porch nervously. This had gone about as poorly as it possibly could. Not only did she get caught, but now Darla thought the worst of her. She thought that maybe she deserved it. Darla wasn't wrong about that turning her on, but it was more than that even. She didn't just want pull-ups, she wanted to be taped into a diaper for bed, because there was no way she would wake up dry. Wanted to be locked into a crib to keep her safe, and wake up in the morning to nurse. God she really was messed up, maybe she deserved what was coming to her, though another part of her thought it would be best to run away before Darla came back. She didn't get a change to though as Darla returned, opening the door and shutting it quickly. Bella stood nervously staring at the ground, waiting for her punishment to come, when she was surprised by Darla yet again.

"Here," Darla said calmly, holding out with two hands an unopened package of pull-ups. They were even in the larger size. Bella could fit into the ones Chelsea wore, but it wasn't comfortable. More importantly though, if these were too big for Chelsea, then Darla didn't buy them for Chelsea. She bought them for Bella. Bella robotically grabbed the pull-ups staring at Darla.

"I don't," Bella paused searching for an answer.

"I'm sorry if I scared you dear. I had a feeling you just wanted the pull-ups, but I had to be sure you know."

"Yeah I guess," Bella sniffled and wiped away a tear.

"I've been there dear. You've got this part of you that you don't understand, and you're doing extreme things to try and come to terms with that." Darla gently patted Bella on the head. "I know you're better than that. You just need a little help." Bella started to cry again and Darla embraced her in a hug while she cried out the sudden surge of emotions she just had.

It was a few minutes before Bella's tears dried up, and she left the embrace Darla was giving her, clutching the package of pull-ups to her chest like it was a priceless treasure.

"I uhh," Bella was at a loss for words. "Thank you."

"You're welcome sweetie," Darla smiled. "I know things are hard for you right now. If you need some more, just ask ok."

"Yes ma'am," Bella sniffled.

"And one more thing before you go for tonight," Darla said with a smirk. "I want you to know that this is ok. It's ok to want to wear pull-ups if that's what you want to do. It's ok to like childish things, and it's ok for you to go home tonight and wet one of these the second you get home." The blush and nervous laugh from Bella gave her away and caused Darla to laugh as well. "Go on and have fun sweetie."

"I," Bella paused and sniffled again. "Thanks Miss D. I'm really sorry about all this. I shouldn't have been taking from for so long."

"Water under the bridge," Darla brushed it off. "What's a few lost pull-ups? Chelsea raves about you, I'm not giving you up such a good babysitter that easily." Bella giggled a little and her mood brightened. "Not to mention I still need you next week. Mama's got her a date."

"I'll be there," Bella shook Darla's hand clutching the pull-up package with the other, before making her way back home with a big smile. She had a whole package of pull-ups to try, and someone who was willing to buy her more. Not to mention what Darla had said to her. That maybe all of this was ok, that this didn't make her a freak, just that it made her different, and she had a whole pack to be different with instead of just one. "Crap!" Bella shouted with sudden realization. "How am I gonna get these into the dorm?"

1 week later

"Bella's here mom," Chelsea shouted out as Bella entered through the front door.

"Jeez Chelsea," Bella said under her breathe. To say that things would be awkward with Darla was an understatement. Last time she was here she got sent home with a package of pull-ups, and Bella wasn't quite sure how things were going to go.

"Oh good you're here," Darla said with her usual cheery smile.

"Yes ma'am," Bella said with a smile.

"Good I can leave a little early," Darla said happily. "Why don't you come with me, we can set your stuff in my room instead of Chelsea's." Bella gulped nervously but followed Darla as they started upstairs. "Why don't you go ahead and put your pj's on while we're in there sweetie," Darla directed toward Chelsea.

"Ok," Chelsea happily plotted behind her as her room was on the way to her mothers. "Oh by the way Bella, mom says I don't need to wear pull-ups to bed anymore."

"Oh wow," Bella tried her best to be proud but she knew the details behind this and that made her a little more nervous.

"She's growing up real fast," Darla said with a sigh. "Soon we won't even need you."

"No way!" Chelsea protested the thought. "I love hanging out with Bella."

"Yeah but you don't wanna be stuck with a baby sitter forever do you?" Bella countered.

"Well I guess not," Chelsea said thoughtfully.

"I'm sure I can keep her around for a little longer though," Darla cut in. "We can worry about it later," she said entering her room. Bella followed and Darla shut the door behind them. Bella suddenly become a lot more nervous now that she was alone with Darla. She could her Chelsea's door close a little down the hall before she spoke up.

"Listen Darla I just wanted to say," Bella started while Darla placed her backpack on the bed. "I'm still very sorry about what I've done. I'm glad that you can forgive me."

"Oh of course dear. Like I said last time, I can relate. Well not exactly in this case, but you get the idea. We've all done things we regret exploring ourselves, and I'm happy to help you with that."

"Well thanks," Bella stammered, still stunned by Darla's acceptance. "I don't really think you should though. I couldn't bear to waste your money on this ...." Bella struggled to come up with the word but Darla cut in.

"Nonsense dear, I encourage exploration. Did you wear one over tonight?"

"What?" Bella stammered embarrassed.

"Did you wear one of your pull-ups over tonight?" Darla clarified. "I thought you might."

"N-no, I couldn't."

"Why not dear?" Darla laughed casually. "It makes you happy doesn't it, and I would think this is the safest place for you to wear one. No roommates to barge in on you and what not. In fact," Darla said with a bit of a hushed whisper. "Why don't you put one on now," she reached under her bed to reveal another package of pull-ups in Bella's size. "I figured you might want some more, so I went ahead and got you another pack."

"Oh geez Darla you don't have to," Bella stammered as Darla was already opening the pack of pull-ups.

"Hush dear. Like I said I'm all for helping your exploration. It's healthy you know," Darla smiled and set a pull-up out on her bed. "Oop running late for my date," Darla said shocked. "Gotta run. Though, to be honest, it seems like it might be more interesting here."

"What do you mean?" Bella asked embarrassed.

"Well you're going to be spending some time in a pull-up of course. Or at least I sure hope you are. There's some chicken nuggets in the fridge for dinner, make sure Chelsea gets to bed on time, and make sure you're dressed properly for bed." Darla said with a wink as she left the room. Bella stood floored as Darla left glancing at the package of pull-ups on the bed and the lone one left out intended for her to put on.

The temptation to put it in was high, especially since this scenario, where someone told her to put a pull-up on before bed, was up there on her fantasy list.

"You ok in there Bella?" Chelsea shouted from the hallway. Bella quickly moved to block the package of pull-ups from Chelsea's sight.

"Yeah I'm fine," Bella stammered.

"Oh ok. I thought we might finish watching the space fight movies. I got em all loaded up downstairs."

"Sure thing sweetie. I'll be down in a bit I've got to .... Use the bathroom first," Bella came up with an ironic lie. Chelsea happily made her way downstairs buying the excuse. Bella's excuse didn't buy her much time, so she got quickly to work. She snatched the pull-up from the bed and quickly ran into the bathroom. Moving on instinct to finish in time before her excuse became suspect.

Her breathe was short as Bella removed her panties and shimmied the pull-ups up in their place. Feeling the now familiar feeling of the extra thickness around her waist, and doing the customary look at herself in the mirror. Her edgy band tee doing nothing to hide her cute pull-up with her pants on the ground, was certainly a look, one she was kind of fond of. The juxtaposition was appealing. This was also the first time she wore pull-ups that fit properly, and she could tell. It didn't look stretched to its limit, it fit snuggly but comfortably.

Bella brought her pants back up in felt the butterflies in her tummy. She was at someone else's house in a pull-up, which was bought for her, and one that she was told to put on. Her face grew flushed, but she realized that pull-up or not she had a job to do. She did her best to ignore the thick underwear she had on while she got to work. Even with the hard to ignore extra thick underwear, she still did her baby sitter best.

To her credit she still did her job well, getting Chelsea to bed on time and having some time to herself to really appreciate the pull up she was wearing, taking multiple moments as she was cleaning up to rub her bottom with a gleeful smile. She was doing one of these as Darla came home causing a flushed gasp.

"Oh didn't mean to startle you," Darla laughed as she shut the door behind her. "Everything go ok?"

"Of course," Bella said cherrily. "Chelsea had fun, and I got her in bed no problem."

"Well that I figured," Darla said a little mischievously. "What about you though? Are you dressed for bed?" Bella grew flushed.

"I uhhh. Yeah, yeah I am," Bella's blush grew.

"Oooo," Darla squeed happily. "I'm so glad. Can I see?" Bella stammered some more.

"I'm not sure if I should," Bella stammered.

"Ah well," Darla said still giddy. "I don't wanna pressure you, but you know it doesn't have to be a big deal if you don't want it to be." Bella turned away in thought. "I get the feeling you want to," Darla said knowingly. Bella had to catch her breath. Darla was right, she did want to show off her pull-ups. Being checked that she was ready for bed. She huffed again.

"I do," Bella admitted. "I don't know why, but I don't think it's right though. You're like my boss." Darla calmly approached Bella and held her hand gently.

"It's ok if you don't want to, but I would really like to see it." Darla gave a gentle smile. Bella squirmed uncomfortably, stuck between what she wanted to do, and what other people told her was wrong. "Maybe I can help," Darla smirked and got closer to Bella. "I did tell you to get ready for bed before I left didn't I? I have to make sure you're wearing your pull-up. You still have accidents at night so I need to make sure you don't ruin your sheets." Bella gave a very distinct short gasp. Darla played right into her fantasy. To be fair it was a fantasy she had called out explicitly last time she was here. Still the line hit hard though.

With a heavy blush Bella dropped her pants right there in Darla's kitchen, doing nothing to hide the pull-up from Darla, who was staring at the protective underwear with loving eyes.

"Bella, sweetie that looks so cute on you. I'm so proud of you for exploring yourself. Oh and for putting on your bed time protection like a good girl."

"I-I-I," Bella stammered for a moment. "You really think I'm cute?" Bella asked with her pants still around her ankles.

"Adorable," Darla confirmed. Bella turned away, before hurriedly pulling her pants back up.

"What are we doing? What am I doing? I," Bella was about to go off but Darla stopped her rambling by gently grabbing her hand.

"You're doing what you want to do. Don't think too hard about it," Darla said in a tone Bella hadn't heard before. It was enough to get her to stop. "Tell you what, I'm going to you again in 3 days. I want you to be a good girl and show up already wearing your pull-up for me. Can you do that?"

"I uhhh," Bella stammered.

"Yes ma'am or no." Darla offered two options for the struggling Bella.

"Yes .... Yes ma'am."

"Good girl," Darla said with a smile. "Now head home, and be sure you wear that pull-up to bed. I'll see you in a few days. With a pull-up on." With a blush Bella quickly left the house.

Bella was a mess on her way back to her dorm. This had suddenly spiraled totally out of control, and she wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do. She did know that whatever this new thing she had with Darla was something she liked. Something she really liked. She had to stop her walk to clench her legs together and grab the pull-up under her jeans. She had thoughts about this exact scenario, and now that it was true she could barely contain herself. She just wished it was with someone with less baggage. She sighed after she had calmed down a little. She didn't know what she was doing, she didn't know why she was doing it, but she did know that she was going along with it because it's what she wanted. She really wanted it, as she had to stop again to process another strong emotion in her pull-up covered loins.