Morgan, the Babysitter
by
Baby Tony
This story is a fantasy of mine. Many of the situations are based on experiences I had as a kid growing up. While it is based on real situations, the people are solely from my imagination.
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14 year old Morgan was not your ordinary teenaged boy. Yes, he enjoyed many of the same things as other kids his age, riding bikes, watching movies, etc., but in many ways, he was different. He was an outstanding student, but seemed to live in his own dream world, and had trouble concentrating on things around him. As the oldest of three boys, he had grown up quickly... after all, he needed to be responsible and set the example for his younger brothers.
So Morgan went through his fourteenth year of life going to school, doing homework, and in general everything that was expected of him. He even babysat for the neighbor's 18 month old son, Michael North. Everyone looked to him as a responsible, dependable young man. And by all outward appearances, he was.
One Friday night, Morgan went to the North's home, to watch Michael while his parents went out to dinner, and a late movie. Michael's mom, Christy, briefed Morgan on his responsibilities for that evening. "Michael was just changed, so should be dry for a while. Bed time is 8:30 for him, and make sure his sleeper is on. It is getting cold out there. He has already eaten, but can have a bottle if he is thirsty. Help yourself to any drinks or food you want. The movie gets out a little before midnight, and we will be home shortly after. Do you have any questions before we go?" Christy asked. Morgan shook his head no, and walked with Christy and Bill, her husband to the door. "Have a good night" he said and locked the door as they left. Most people when they think of babysitters, they think of teenaged girls, and in that respect, Morgan was odd. He enjoyed baby sitting, especially Michael. He was such a good baby, and fun to be with, thought Morgan. He rarely cried, and enjoyed playing.
Morgan looked at a clock and did some quick math. "They will be home at midnight and it is 7 PM. That gives me five hours. " he said to himself. Morgan went over to Michael, and picked him up in a big bear hug.
"Hiya Mikey!", Morgan exclaimed. Michael just giggled back. "Well, let me get ready, and we can have some fun together." Morgan put Michael into the playpen in the living room, and said he would be right back. He went into Michael's nursery, and flipped on the light. Walking in the manner of a person who knows exactly what they want, Morgan headed for a corner of the room. A few minutes later, he walked back out to the living room, took Michael out of his playpen, and set him on the floor. Morgan went into the kitchen, filled a bottle with juice and went out to sit next to Michael. He handed Michael the bottle and picked up one of the toys on the floor.
Had someone walked in to the room at that point, they would probably been very surprised. For looking at Morgan and Michael, they were both dressed alike - T-shirt, socks, and a diaper. Morgan was still just small enough to wear Pampers XL. Pinned to the shirts of both boys was a pacifier, on a ribbon. Morgan loved wearing diapers, and had since he could remember. He figured he was good with kids, since he was something of a kindred spirit. One of his favorite past times was to dress as he was now, and play with the kids... just like another baby. So there he sat, playing with Michael's toys, and showing him how to make a city with blocks.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was time for Michael to be put to bed. Morgan changed him into a dry diaper, put him in his sleepers, and tucked him into his crib with his teddy. While walking back to the living room, Morgan felt the need to use the bathroom, and decided to use his diaper. The warmth spread and filled his diaper. Oh did it feel good. He curled up on a blanket on the floor and sucked on the bottle, while a Disney movie played on the TV. Slowly his eyes closed, and soon, he was fast asleep, there on the floor.
Michael jolted awake as the front door opened, and Christy and Bill walked in. Though still in a fog from his sleep, his mind went instantly into over drive and realized the situation he was in. His face went white as a ghost, and his heart was going crazy. He tried to speak, but all he could do was stammer a few words. Bill started into the room, with Christy right behind him. He started to open his mouth to speak, when Christy took him by the arm and whispered something in his ear. He took one more look at Morgan, and went into the kitchen. Morgan looked on, his face frozen in terror. "What have I done?!" he asked himself.
For what seemed like an eternity, the room was silent. Morgan, sitting on the floor, in just his very wet diaper and T-shirt, and Christy standing there, silently looking at him. Finally, Christy spoke, "How was Mikey? Did he behave for you?" Morgan's eyes reflected his stunned thoughts. He quickly stammered, "Y-y-es-s." Christy stood there for a minute more, looked around the room, and saw Morgan's pants and underwear, laying on the couch. She walked of the to them, and handed them gently to Morgan.
"We don't have any cash with us tonight, we used it all at the restaurant. Would you like to come by tomorrow to be paid?"
Morgan nodded his agreement to the arrangement, as he quickly slid his pants over the sodden diaper. He couldn't think of anything to say. Christy took his hand, led him to the door, and shook it as she said goodnight. Morgan mumbled goodnight to her, and slowly walked home, his mind all a blur. Morgan walked home, his mind spinningand trying to make sense of what had happened that evening. He somehow made it to his room, and onto his bed. His night was a fitful one, as he tried to sort through the events.
He didn't know what would happen, but he knew that he wouldn't go back to Mikey's house, for his pay or for any other reason. He eventually drifted off to sleep, still fully clothed.
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Morgan woke up the next morning, very confused. He looked down to find himself still clothed, and a cold clammy sensation around his underwear. Suddenly, he realized; "It's not underwear, it's a diaper!" The memories of the previous night came flooding back, and the anxiety struck again. He heard his mom calling him from the kitchen to come for breakfast. Morgan quickly stripped off his clothes, hiding the wet diaper in a drawer, and quickly got dressed. He went out to the kitchen and ate his breakfast in silence as his family chattered idly. Morgan strengthened his resolve not to go back to Mikey's house, not wanting to face his parents, and what happened the night before.
Morgan was engrossed so deeply in his thoughts that he almost didn't realize that his mom was speakingto him, "Morgan, Christy called and asked that you go over this morning, that she owed you from last night. I told her that you would be over right over after breakfast."
Morgan felt a surge of panic in him, as he tried to decide what to do. He was trapped, he had to go over to Christy's, or she would tell his mom. And who knows how she would react! So, Morgan quietly nodded at his mothers instructions. He played with his food for a few more minutes, and then quietly left the table. He wandered back to his room, and sat on his bed, hugging his teddy bear tightly. He sat there, in a daze.
After a few moments, he understood that if he didn't get moving, his mom would notice, and he would be in ever greater trouble. So he quickly put on his shoes and headed out the front door.
Hours seemed to pass as he walked to the house, only 40 feet away.
What to do....
What to say....
His mind tossed and turned. Finally, as he walked up the front walkway, he decided to face his fate, admit he was wrong, and beg for forgiveness. With this resolution in his heart, he boldly knocked on the door, and waited for it to open. Christy's warm face, with a big smile greeted him as the door swung open. "Come on in, Morgan."
Morgan hesitantly walked into the room and was guided into the living room. There on the floor, Mikey sat playing with toys. He looked up, saw Morgan, and ran up to him, giving him a huge hug. Morgan was surprised, but picked Mikey up, and returned the hug.
Christy invited Morgan to sit down on the couch, and explained that her husband was out running errands. After settling in, she began. "Morgan, why were you wearing one of Mikey's diapers last night?" They sat there in uncomfortable silence for several seconds and finally he responded, "I don't know why." "Do you like wearing them, Morgan?" she probed softly. Morgan thought for a few minutes, and answered almost too quietly to be heard , "Yes." He felt tears welling up, he didn't know why he liked wearing diapers, he just did.
Christy watched closely as Morgan fought to keep from crying, and her heart ached for him. He tried so hard, but the tears just kept coming and wouldn't stop. Slowly, she moved over to him and gently paced his head on her shoulder. "There, there Morgan. It's all right." He cried for several minutes as she held him close and comforted him.
Morgan finally calmed down a bit and Christy gently asked him if he liked acting like a baby. Morgan could do nothing but nod yes. Christy gently stroked his head and sat him back against the couch to calm down a bit. Christy studied Morgan closely as he sniffled and tried to regain control, and came to a conclusion in her heart.
"Morgan," she started, " it is pretty obvious that we can no longer use you as a baby sitter for Mikey. Am I right?" Morgan responded "Yes" and started sobbing again.
Christy waited for him to regain his composure, and spoke again. "We have an offer for you. We can't have one baby taking care of another. It isn't good for either one. It is obvious that you want to be a little one, and you are already such good friends with Mikey. Morgan, we want you to be our baby, and Mikey's big brother." Morgan just sat there, and Christy continued. "I have already spoken with your mom, and she has agreed that if this is what you want, it will happen. You will be treated just as Mikey, in every way. We will find another baby sitter for you both. You will not go back to school, but Bill and I will home school you. Do you want this?"
Morgan sat in stunned silence. He didn't know what to say. Christy saw his indecision and moved over to him again. Taking him in her arms, she hugged him tightly and asked again, "Would you like to be my baby, Morgan?" For a reason he did not understand, he whispered yes. "That's a good baby" Christy said. She laid him down on the couch and told him to stay put. She walked out of the room, and returned shortly with an arm full of things. She set them down next to the couch, and sat next to Morgan.
Reaching down, Christy pulled up a bottle of apple juice, and slipped it into Morgan's mouth. He took the nipple hesitantly but quickly enjoyed being fed his bottle. Christy laid his head on the couch and moved down off of it, sitting on the floor next to him. She reached to unbuckle his pants, and Morgan bolted upright. Christy calmly laid him back down, and explained "Babies can't be without diapers, little one!"
She pulled his pants off his body, and slipped his underpants down his legs. She reached down into the pile and brought up a dry cloth diaper, and slid it under Morgan's bottom. He lightly sprinkled some powder on his diaper area, and then quickly pinned his diaper up around his waist. Christy sat Morgan up and gave him a big hug. "That's my baby." She gently cuddled him, until he fell asleep in her arms, exhausted from the morning's events.
Later that afternoon, Morgan woke up, a little dazed and confused. He could tell he wasn't in his room at home, but where was he? As his vision slowly focused on what he was seeing, he suddenly realized that he was laying in a crib. He shifted slightly and could feel the wet clamminess surrounding his diaper area. He jumped slightly as he remembered where he was, and how he got there. He tried to sort out his feelings, but they seemed to be a giant jumble. As he lay there, Christy quietly entered the room.
She quietly stood there, watching her new baby boy. Morgan was so absorbed in his thoughts he didn't realize she was there until she spoke.
"Did you have a nice nap, Morgy" she asked as she approached the crib. She reached down, ignoring his silence, and inserted a finger into the leg of his plastic pants.
"My, you are soaked, little one. Lets get you changed." Christy dropped the crib railing, and turned him on the mattress so she could reach the soaked cotton between his legs.
Gently she pulled the plastic pants down his legs, and unpinned the sodden material. Lifting his legs, she quickly pulled the wet diaper away from his skin, and dropped it in a pail next to the crib. She quickly wiped his bottom, and tummy, and lightly dusted it with baby powder. She reached over, and pulled out a fresh cloth diaper from the stack on a table, and slid it under Morgan. As she pulled the soft cloth, Morgan reveled in the feelings it produced. How he loved wearing diapers!
Christy quickly finished pinning on the diapers, and pulled on a pair of plastic pants. Leaving Morgan on the mattress for a minute, she walked over to the closet, and pulled out a light blue one piece sailors suit. Christy slipped it over Morgan's head and arms and pulled it down his body. He was surprised to watch as she snapped the suit over his diapers, just like he had done with Mikey's clothes. Christy picked him up and carried Morgan over to a rocker in the room. Softly stroking his hair, she reached over, picked up a bottle, and playfully teased his lips with the nipple. Morgan curled into her lap, satisfied and happy.
To be continued... (maybe)