He blushed, and then came out of the bathroom. The back and front of his shorts bulged out obsenly as the thick training pants pushed them away from himself. He didn't look her in the eye as he walked past her, heading to the kitchen.

Sarah giggled. "There, isn't that better? Now, when you have an accident, you won't make a huge mess on the floor..Which you still need to clean up, by the way, or mom is going to be so pissed when she comes home."

He blushed and said, "Not going to have another acident." He then got a sponge, wiping it up, before carrying the sponge outside to drain it. He came back in and said, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"It's twelve thirty, and you got here two hours ago. What do you think, jackass?" Sarah said, rolling her eyes..Jeez, this guy was an idiot. He probably didn't even know how much she was manipulating him.

He didn't. He groaned and said, "Well, then I quess you'll be wanting some lunch then," He said heading to the kitchen. The bulk of the plastic between his legs was making it difficult to walk, giving him a slight wobble.

(They're training pants, not pullups. Think like just briefs with padding.)
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that'd be nice. It's macaroni 'N cheese day, the box is in the cupboard," she added, following him downstairs, amused at how much the training pants stood out.

He nodded, and got a cooking bowl from the cabinet, going to the sink and filling it with water. The sight of the water running into it made him shiver, which he tried to ignore. He put it on the stove and turned the stove on, before freezing. "Urg," He put his hands at his waist as he felt his bladder release into his training pants.

Sarah smirked, grinning at the unfortunate 'baby'sitter. "What's wrong, James? Have another accident?" She teased, knowing he either had, or was about to.

He turned red, shaking his head, "No of course not. Um, could you watch the pot for a few minutes, I have to, uh, go check on something." He ran off to the hallway, heading to his room. He was thankful she had at least given him a few pairs of training pants.

Sarah didn't watch the pot, though. She wanted it to boil. Instead, she made it very clear and obvious that she was following James. "Why, what's up?" she asked.