Problem, Child [Private for The_Enigma and Shadow King]

[The_Enigma]

Rebecca thrilled in hearing Richard's voice again while she stared into the infinite abyss of his eyes. "Do you have any bags you need brought in? If you do I can help you bring them up."

His words bounced in her brain as her sleepy mind whirred once again into action, flipping swiftly through her memories like a library catalog to answer his question. Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyelids narrowed into a look of puzzlement as she realized that she had no luggage with her, since she had not originally intended to stay over at the Vizics' residence. She was about to answer plainly and directly when, out of nowhere, a wave of embarrassment crashed down on her.

She was still locked in Richard's gaze as she felt the tips of her ears go hot, followed swiftly by another flush in her cheeks that made her freckles stand out against its rosiness. She had absolutely no reason to feel like she did, but an insistent and overpowering sense of humiliation sent her heart aflutter, her eyes now wide as saucers. She was positively mortified, and she didn't know why.

Still compelled to answer his question, she fought through the embarrassment and meekly stuttered "I didn't think...well, rather, I don't have any...um, bags, because..." Unable to fight through the unplaced humiliation anymore she trailed off, her blush doubling in color and intensity. She would have found literally any reason to excuse herself under normal circumstances at this point; Richard's hold on her was the only thing keeping her rooted to the spot.

[shadow king]

Richard peered at the girl curiously as her ears went red as his had, then her cheeks. Why was she embarrassed he wondered. She wasn't the one who had just had an accident for the first time since he was a kid. He vaguely heard her response through the din of his thoughts and pounding heart.

She had stammered out an answer akin to not having any bags with her though her voice seemed to become no more than a squeak by the time she finished the broken thought. The blush on her cheeks appeared to double making her freckles show furiously. He thought she looked even cuter this way, slightly embarrassed and blushing in a near adorable manner.

It was then that he realized that her embarrassment could very well be because she had heard him wetting, or perhaps had noticed what was swelling still beneath his sleep pants. This made him even more embarrassed, but also slightly turned on. If she knew then the cat was out of the bag. However that did not make her any less cute. He looked over her blushing form again, losing eye contact for a moment and feeling a familiar sensation in the front of his now thoroughly swollen diaper. He was turned on by her blush and how cute she looked when embarrassed and he wasn't sure why. The front of his diaper tented out firmly as he grew aroused by the look of her.

Unfortunately that arousal was the final straw that pushed to outline of the diaper he wore barely into visibility beneath his rather baggy sleep pants. He must have really needed to go because he was pretty sure the drenched padding was at its limits. He just hoped that he would be able to get away soon to get rid of the evidence. He was worried that moving would reveal it for sure tough, as his legs were forced apart a good couple inches by the sagging diaper.

[The_Enigma]

Rebecca sizzled in her spot, heat radiating from her profuse blush. She was trained on Richard's eyes as her hazy, slow thoughts sloshed in her head, unable to properly think or do anything that didn't come directly from him as long as the gaze held. The whispers tickled at the back of her mind in a steady stream now: Don't look away feels so good need his voice anything he wants feels so good to obey want it need it more don't look -

The gaze broke. In an instant the sizzling burn of her blush evaporated as the color drained from her face. Her thoughts revved up again as it fought back its inexplicable sleepiness while the whispers at the back of her mind died down and disappeared. Rebecca choked out an involuntary cough as she returned to her senses, and her mind strained to pick up on all the details around her that it had lost track of during the past couple minutes.

The first thing she noticed was Richard's face, which was stained a deep red. His eyes wandered across her body, seemingly unaware that Rebecca was noticing this. The second thing that came to her attention - popped out at her, really - was a tell-tale tent that slowly rose in the front of Richard's baggy pants. She connected the dots immediately. "Nannying for an older boy comes with its own set of challenges, I suppose," she mused to herself.

On instinct she averted her eyes from Richard's general vicinity and cleared her throat, two quick sounds that punctured the silence that stood between them. "Thank you very much for showing me my room, uh..." She drew a blank as she struggled to remember his name. Did he ever tell her what it was? She couldn't remember. Doing her best to save the situation, she finished "I don't believe we were ever properly introduced.

I'm Rebecca," she said, a warm smile melting onto her lips. She extended her hand toward him while carefully looking up and to the right of shoulder, trying her best to ignore the protrusion sprouting between his legs.

[shadow king]

The deep blush seemed to fade away from Richard's face and ears as he extended his his arm and grasped hold of Rebecca's small but smooth hand. 'Rebecca is a fitting and cute name for this girl' he thought to himself as he gave her hand a firm shake.

"My name is Richard, or Rick among my friends" Richard stated, his eyes meeting hers for just the moment he introduced himself. This was a habit instilled in him through manner courses and his parent's training. As he shook her hand he was already undressing her in the back of his mind like some typical men would. Even as his eyes met her somewhere deep in his mind he was wondering what sexual position she liked best, whether she shaved down below and many other sexual questions. This in turn did not take away from the already swollen tent in his pants. Instead it added a bout another inch as his member strained against the sodden diaper pushing his legs apart. This made the diaper outline pretty obvious if you knew what you were looking for and Richard knew it.

He after a brief shake let go of her hand and lowered his gaze to the floor in embarrassment over both his expanded and urine laden diaper as well as his swollen sexual organ. If one was to follow his gaze the state of his pants would be obvious but he couldn't help himself. He hoped beyond hope that the pattern of his sleep pants would help hide his secret from the nanny before him.

"If you don't have any clothes with you my mother and father tend to store spares of their clothing in the spare bedrooms so they can change anywhere they may be." Richard stated in almost a whisper due to his embarrassment. He was fighting to keep his composure as he forced his tone back to it's regular pitch. "I'm sure my mother wouldn't mind you borrowing some of her clothes. You look to be about the same size."

With that said he very badly wanted to turn on the spot and run to his room. He felt like his legs and feet had become roots though. The embarrassment over all that had happened in those few short minutes and the nervousness of the diaper becoming more obvious as he would be forced to waddle to his room was too much for him.

[The_Enigma]

Richard's grasp was firm; some might even say commanding. It took Rebecca slightly by surprise, as the generally disheveled look about this boy did not inspire images of gentlemanly conduct. The shock caused her to reflexively shift her gaze from its perch above his shoulder back down to the face of this surprising boy.

Their eyes met again as he introduced himself: she plunged deep, still unprepared for the overwhelming effect of his gaze, and she unconsciously fixated on his words as he spoke. "My name is Richard, or Rick among my friends." Right after the word 'friends' left his lips it burned through her mind, and, under the power of his gaze, she wanted nothing more than to hear him call her friend.

Or was it more than that? A sudden heat flushed over her causing her to squirm in her spot. Her mind wandered of its own accord, the image she conjured earlier of Richard exiting the pool in his bathing suit now bombarding her imagination. Her mind raced and jumped; now she was in the pool with Richard locked in a passionate, sensual kiss - and then they were inside, the canopy of the giant bed wavering as they roiled in the bed - and then she was tied up to the bed, helpless to his commanding touch, soft moans escaping her with every...

And as fast as it had come on the images disappeared like a wisp of smoke. Her vision adjusted and she became aware of Richard looking sheepishly to the floor.

Rebecca blinked. She was unsure of why those fantasies had overtaken her and more than a little disturbed to feel a definite wetness between her legs. She stood silent, stunned, puzzling over what had gotten into her, and what Richard Vizic was doing to her.

Her reverie was broken by his meek whisper, "If you don't have any clothes with you my mother and father tend to store spares of their clothing in the spare bedrooms so they can change anywhere they may be." His voice leveled as he added "I'm sure my mother wouldn't mind you borrowing some of her clothes. You look to be about the same size."

Rebecca was unconcerned with clothes at the present moment. More than anything, she wanted to simply remove herself from Richard's presence and think about everything that had happened between walking in the door and reaching their rooms. She was too confused to worry about anything else.

Always the consummate professional (when it came to babysitting, anyway), Rebecca forced a smile again and said "I hope I'll have the chance to be calling you Rick very soon, then." She made a quarter turn to her left and grabbed the polished brass door handle to her room, adding "Until then, I'll just get myself settled. Thanks again, Richard." Probably quicker than was polite she slipped past the door and swung it shut behind her.

Still reeling, she leaned her back against the door, her palms both pressed against the solid surface of the wood behind her, and she exhaled a stuttering breath. Her eyes closed, straining as she took in deep breaths and quelled her unexpected horniness. She slumped to the floor in her effort, vain as it was, and concentrated on reviewing what had happened between her and Richard. All that sprang to her mind was the image of being tied up to that large, canopy bed.

She sighed, wondering how she was going to get through this job.

[shadow king]

The quickness of her reaction had caught him off guard. The door closed with a swift swoosh followed by a small click. 'So she wants to call me Rick...' he mused to himself with a wide smile spreading on his face. Perhaps being "nannied" wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe there was a hope that he could have a fun time with this girl around.

He let out a huge sigh of relief that despite everything she hadn't noticed his diaper. He was so terribly afraid that she would have noticed the heavy swollen thing between his legs. Now that her eyes were off of him he waddled quite literally back across the hall to his room. The padding forced his legs apart farther than he was used to. He was surprised the thing could even handle that kind of wetting.

He entered his dark room, kept dark by his blackout curtains. He closed the door, or so he thought. The door was left a crack open due to a sock getting in the way of the door frame. Still, he was too focused on fixing his predicament as he shed his sleep pants and shirt. The exposed the extremely sodden and slightly discolored white diaper. Oddly though the diaper had large childish patterns throughout the cover. He chose these diapers after some heavy research into the best diapers for heavy wetting, finding that though these had almost babyish patterns on them that they held up to wetting better than most.

Richard couldn't help but be aroused now. The thoughts from the deep of his mind flooded to the forefront now that he was alone. He began to stroke the front of the heavy diaper as thoughts of Rebecca filled his mind, the two of them on a bed, maybe in one of the many living rooms, the kitchen, the pool. In each scenarion he would have his way with her and then she would return the favor getting hers.

In some scenarios his secret was exposed and she would use it as ammunition to humiliate and treat him like a toddler or worse. It was with that thought that he reached the top of the roller coaster and shortly after was sweating and breathing deeply. Not a minute after he felt the need to use the restroom and though he was unsure whether it would hold it he let loose into the diaper.

To his dismay it held only the firs moments before the pee began to leak out the legs and puddle on the wooden floor. He finished without moving or worrying about the puddle at his feet. When he finished he untaped the diaper and through it in a bin in his closet. The doors left open since nobody ever really entered his room but him. Several packaged of diapers sitting to the far left of the closet, the diaper bin on the far right. He wiped up the puddle with toilet paper before heading off for a shower in his private bathroom.

[The_Enigma]

For two minutes she struggled to compose herself at the foot of the door, willing herself to forget the images that had flooded her mind. Trying to forget them only made them bolder in her imagination, however, and she knew she would succumb to them in a matter of moments if she didn't do something. Even as her hand met her breast and began caressing, she used the other hand to push herself up off the floor. She shook her head vigorously, attempting to shake the images right out of her mind. "I just need to...go for a walk!" she exclaimed to herself, opening the door behind her and practically stumbling back out into the hallway.

"I'll just take a quick stroll around the house, get myself familiarized..." On the other side of the hallway she saw Richard's door open a crack. Curiosity gripped her and she closed the short distance to take a peek through the crack inside his room. As she approached the large, oak door, she noticed that a stray sock had been wedged between the door and the frame, preventing it from being properly shut. Rebecca's nanny instincts kicked in, reaching down to pick up the mess. As she did so the door swung open, a single soft creak squeaking from the hinges.

Sock in hand, she stood in the doorway and bit her lip. Her curiosity was burning in her chest; what would the room of the boy who could do these crazy things to her look like? "Well," she reasoned, "I bet he has a hamper or something that this goes into..." She peeked back down at the black athletic sock resting in her hand, then back up into Richard's room. She heard a stream of water interrupted by the occasional splash coming from farther in the room. "He must be in the shower." She looked back down to the sock and bit her lip. "I'll just throw this in his hamper for him and be out before he's even done with his shower." She giggled mischievously. "He'll never even know I was here."

She inched into the dark room, noticing the halo of light that peaked out from behind the blackout curtains lining the windows. The room was at least twice as large as the guest bedroom which she had just been shown, making it nearly as large as her own apartment. Rebecca gaped at the size, drinking in the contents of the room as she continued her secret exploration. Technological doodads of every variety littered the antique desks around the space, and a large, black comforter lay disheveled on top of his gigantic bed. She tried to mask the noise of her heels on the hardwood floor as she stepped toward the bed and placed her free hand upon the sheets. They felt sleek and plush between her fingers, like a perfect cross between silk and Egyptian cotton. Her mouth shaped a silent "wow" as her eyes circumnavigated the space, thrilling in the sheer opulence of it all.

As she made her rounds about the space, she spied a closet just opposite the bed. "His hamper is probably in there, she thought as she crossed to it. The double doors of the room-sized closet were wide open as she crossed the threshold into the space. A quick scan around the walls revealed a bin sitting in the corner, to which she promptly walked to deposit the stray sock. A strong odor assaulted her nostrils as she opened the lid of the unassuming bin, causing her to take a step back from the surprise as the lid fell shut. Opening it once again, Rebecca expected to find a pile of dingy, sweaty clothes resting at the bottom of the bin. She was surprised to see a solitary article as she peered back into it, though. Sniffing at the air, she could've sworn that this smell wasn't the smell of dirty clothes, but rather something that had become very familiar to her during her years of babysitting experience. "Is that...pee?" she asked aloud as she continued to sniff.

Straining her eyes against the dim light of the room, she stuck her face near the opening of the bin and perused the item resting at the bottom: it looked like a crumpled piece of white cloth with some sort of design printed on it. Further inspection found that it was tapered into a specific shape, and that there were tapes emerging from back section -

Rebecca staggered back as she put the pieces together. There was a used diaper sitting in a bin in Richard's room. The sock fell involuntarily from her hand as she tried to wrap her head around this new information. "Does he have a little sibling I don't know about? Am I actually here to babysit the little one?" She remembered from Mr. Vizic's letter that she would be sitting their only child, however, as her gaze whirled around the closet. Brightly colored plastic packages caught her eye, resting a few paces away from the bin in the back corner. She stepped hesitantly toward them, the scent of pee still wafting through her nostrils. For a moment she loomed over the packages, nervous to confirm her suspicions. But soon she knelt in front of it and beheld the advertising printed playfully on the sides: "Super absorbent!" and "Rated five-stars for driest overnight experience." Noticing one to the far right that was open, she shuffled on her knees over to it and tentatively reached a hand inside. Her fingers met with a puffy, plastic object folded neatly against several more resting in the package. Slowly, she pulled the first one out, crinkling sounds filling the closet as it slid from the plastic bag.

Resting gingerly in her hands was a thick, disposable diaper, easily large enough for an adult, covered cheerfully in childish prints. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she knelt in the closet, turning the diaper over in her hands in stunned silence.

[shadow king]

Richard enjoyed hos shower for the few minutes it took him to efficiently clean himself up fro the wet diaper to the pee that had run down his leg as he soaked through his night time diaper. He scrubbed himself down with a custom made poof made of a very smooth, silky material. He enjoyed the hot water caressing his skin and drenching his hair.

He had not heard the door open but when he had exited the shower he did here the familiar clacking of high heels on hard wood flooring. It was a sound he heard from beneath his mothers feet constantly. Still he knew that his mother was away and that left but one pair of heels to make noise.

He dried off decently before exiting the bathroom completely nude. As he exited the bathroom he did not anyone, but the door he thought he had closed was now wide open, letting a bright light spread throughout the entrance of his room. He shrugged it off as a coincidence. Perhaps it had gotten blocked by something and bounced back open.

He made his way silently, as was one of his natural talents. He was almost like a ninja his friends would say when he would "sneak" up on them without meaning to. He made his way back to his closet to choose out his clothes for the day.

It was when he reached the entrance to the closet, in the pitch dark that he saw a familiar female form huddled in the corner that he knew held his secret. He heard the tell tale crinkle that told him the cat was out of the bag. A blush that turned his entire face and both ears completely crimson. 'What would she think? Would she tell anyone? Would this screw over his chances with her?' Despite the blush he managed his next statement with a fairly straight face and a very confident tone.

"You would think a lady would knock before entering a man's room and looking through his things." he stated in a cool tone as he leaned against the dark door frame. His ethereal eyes seemed to glow with a ghostly light as he stood there in the nude. The shadows and darkness of the room hid his blush and the fact that his rather substantial "physical inheritance" was beginning to swell again. Thoughts of what she may do swam through his mind. Would she take control using the secret as ammo, would she force him into a diaper again, would she be turned on by it?

He waited to see what reaction she would have. She knew now, all there was left was to figure out how best to handle the situation so it wouldn't get back to his friends or his folks.

[The_Enigma]

Rebecca's complete attention was absorbed by the diaper, turning it over in her hands and feeling the sensation of it against her skin. She still couldn't quite manage to believe it.

Her heart nearly burst out of her chest as Richard's voice trumpeted into the closet: "You would think a lady would knock before entering a man's room and looking through his things." She dropped the diaper as she startled and fell backward, landing squarely on her bum. "Jesus! Richard..." she exclaimed as breath returned to her lungs. She looked up to the doorway, seeing only a dark silhouette vaguely in the shape of Richard Vizic leaning against the dark door frame. Strangely, his eyes seemed to pierce the darkness with an ethereal blue glow.

Embarrassment and shame washed over her in equal measure, another rosy tint coloring her cheeks. Her mind was frantic, straining to find a way to get out of this situation on top. The first lesson she learned in this job was to establish authority early and to never let it be compromised. Even if her ward was nearly as old as she was.

"Listen, Richard," she started, shifting quickly back onto her knees, "I'm sorry for entering your room without your permission." Her tone was genuinely apologetic, but it also held a subtext of matriarchal firmness which implied an impunity to such offenses. Quickly diverting the subject and the balance of power, she added "But I believe there is a...different...issue we need to talk about." She picked up the diaper she had just dropped, now slightly unfolded, and clutched it in her left hand.

She rose to her full height and held the incriminating garment up in plain view, easily visible even in the low light. With the full weight of the authority she had earned from years of babysitting, she asked "Would you care to explain why these are in your closet?" The question hung ponderously in the air as she looked in the general direction of Richard's silhouette.

[shadow king]

Richard was just slightly intimidated by the slight change in tone and the way his nanny now held herself at full height. However, this was soon overcome by his years of training by his parents in how to control any business situation, even one that was weighed against him.

He quit leaning from door frame and straightened his back from his previous slouching position, reaching his full height in a matter of moments. Though completely in the nude an aura almost akin to a CEO of a business talking to an employee filled the closet. His eyes met with hers with a piercing analytical gaze, as if he were trying to determine what action he should take regarding an employee who had caused trouble for him.

"Does it matter what I have within my own private space or what I have it for?" he stated sternly. "My parents hired you to watch me so I wouldn't party and get wasted, not to snoop through my things." Part of him wanted her to just leave the topic alone. It was embarrassing enough before when she had somehow not noticed it. Now that she knew it was an embarrassment that could shatter his life if she used it properly, and could make his parent's life troublesome.

Another part of him wanted her to force authority upon him. To make him tell her the truth, that he needed them for when he slept, and more deeply that he enjoyed them all together. Of course he could not give out such incriminating information freely though.