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Adventures In Little Sitting (Diaper Dimension Fan Fiction)
🕑 Added 2020-12-21 20:00:06 +0000 UTC“Oh,” Larissa had chuckled earlier that day, “How hard could babysitting one Little be?”
Well, as she emerged from the bathroom, and glimpsed a small motion at the end of the hall, she sighed at her prior naivety, and marched that way.
Sure enough, there was Becky waddling down the hall. Her white tights made her little feet mucher quieter on the wooden floorboards and even muffled the crinkles of her diaper beneath. Her pink t-shirt and swinging pigtails weren’t making any noise either, and the gag pacifier in her mouth prevented much verbosity even if she wanted to.
“Oh Becky!” Larissa chuckled, though her tone was a bit colder this time. “You keep running off, silly girl.”
She scooped up the Little, who for her part made a worried squeak from behind her pacifier.
“Oh do you not like being high Sweetie?”, Larissa asked, turning Becky over to lay on her back in her arms. “Well then you definitely shouldn’t run for the stairs, because you could hurt yourself if you fell down.”
Larissa walked around the corner, and checked that sure enough the baby gate was still on the stairs. Though something told her that Becky would figure out a way through that too if given enough time.
“Come on Sweetie,” Larissa said, stepping over the gate, “Let’s get you back downstairs where it’s safe. Is that where you wanted to go?”
She carried her little bundle down, who for her part was staying still rather than risk squirming at such a height.
Not for the first time that night, Larissa wondered if she couldn’t just lock her in her crib. Though her Mommy had been quite clear, she wanted Becky to be able to enrich herself with play tonight, after having been in the crib most of the day for an ‘overtired nap’. Larissa simply needed to keep an eye on her.
The babysitter glanced towards the playpen, but Becky had already gotten herself out of there once by piling her large stuffies at one edge and climbing up. Perhaps Larissa could take all her toys out, but that would take a while and create quite a mess. In the end the playpen was still for times of adult supervision. She sighed, and walked to the kitchen instead.
“Here you go my squirmy baby,” she said.
She lifted Becky over the highchair, then paused and sniffed her diaper. It wasn’t too bad, and her Mommy had changed her fresh before going out a few hours ago. She was in a thick overnight diaper too, one designed especially for Littles, and so she’d probably be fine until tomorrow.
Shrugging, she put the naughty Little into the highchair, then she pulled the straps over her shoulders, and joined the buckle over her white tights and diaper.
“Stay.” she warned, wagging a finger, and then pushed the loose tray forward where it clicked into place.
“Goodness,” she huffed, no longer quite as amused, and marched back upstairs to collect her phone. Where had she left it? In the bathroom?
Curiously, as she searched, she spotted a tiny little bra in the trash, buried beneath a few days’ worth of tissues. Thankfully she found her phone, and shrugged, and went back downstairs.
Only, Becky wasn’t in her highchair.
Larissa’s eyes bulged. What in the world?
She found a short plastic gardening tool, which looked like something from Becky’s sandpit outside, which seemed to have been used to leverage the buckles and tray lock.
Glancing around in a slight panic, she didn’t see Becky anywhere.
After rushing about, fortunately she was only one room over.
Larissa scooped her up, now genuinely a bit mad. Who did this brat think she was? She didn’t even have real breasts, not like an Amazon woman, and deserved and needed this.
She held the girl at her side in a wrapped armhold, facing her backwards .
“Naughty!” she boomed, and marched towards the living room.
She wasn’t supposed to give any severe punishments tonight, and she wouldn’t. She plopped herself down on the couch, put the Little across her lap, and instead gave her just twenty spanks. Most of them landed on her thick diaper, and so she wouldn’t even feel much. A few landed on her thighs, but not enough to leave more than a blushing red for an hour or two.
“That’s what happens when little girls are naughty!”
The Little made a bit of commotion behind her pacifier. It was hardly a real spanking, though her Mommy had said she’d spanked her this morning, so maybe it had hit some spore spots.
With a nod to herself, Larissa put the girl with her nose against the wall.
“Stay. Or you’ll get a real spanking, you naughty thing.”
She added one final smack for good measure, making sure to get her thighs.
“Hands on your head young lady.”
The Little obeyed. Good. Her Mommy was obviously teaching her, but the girl was also clearly newly adopted. Larissa had seen Littles at the park and even some of her friends’ had adopted a few, and they could be absolute angels when taught. But then, everybody had always commented that they could be little terrors when you weren’t looking, and were often being extra sweet when they were being watched. Larissa smiled to herself, supposing she was part of the teaching community now.
Thankfully Becky was good for the next half hour. When Larissa collected her, the sitter had a flash of inspiration.
“Let’s see how your diaper is,” she cooed.
Instead of checking the diaper from the leg bands however, she slipped her hand in from the front waistband.
Sure enough, she found something in there, and pulled out a few plastic tools. Becky must have stuffed those in there for her escape attempts.
“Becky! We don’t put our toys in there now do we,” Larissa laughed, patting her diaper a few times to check for any other contraband.
Glancing at the plastic toys in her hand, she frowned and realized they were all a bit wet. They’d need to be cleaned.
With a huff, she used her free hand to walk Becky towards the playpen, then crouched down, wrapped her free arm around her, lifted, and lowered her down to the other side. With a few quick swipes she managed to topple the tower of toys which Becky had created to climb out earlier, which would keep her in there for at least a few minutes.
Satisfied, she carried the wet plastic toys off to the kitchen.
She supposed this would require soapy water, and filled the sink. Soon she had the toys sparkling clean, which was perhaps overdoing it, since they’d be going back out to the sandpit. Still, she was proud of her work, and was really starting to feel proud of her skills as a babysitter.
That was, right up until she returned to the living room, and found that the side of the playpen was completely off.
Oh. She should have checked. Becky must have loosened that earlier while she still had the tools, as a backup plan in case she was put back in there.
She was so clever! Larissa would have almost been proud, if she wasn’t a bit furious.
How long had she been washing the toys? She glanced around, a slight panic rising, then… Yes, there was a faint trail of baby powder on the floor. When Larissa had spanked Becky it had seemed to puff out, and maybe had gotten stuck on her little feet in those tights.
Going in the direction of the powder, she soon spotted the Little terror, though she wasn’t going towards the front door.
Curious. What was she after all this time then?
Larissa decided not to react yet, and instead held back at a stealthy distance, glancing around corners and seeing the little waddler making an impressive pace through the house, which was enormous to her.
Once, then twice, her feet slipped out on the polished floorboards, and she almost fell on her diapered bottom, only just managing to catch herself with her palms on the floor and push herself back up. If she did end up on the floor, she’d probably have a hard time getting back up in that thick diaper and on the slippery floorboards.
Finally they reached the end of the house, where Becky was making for a closet.
Larissa frowned, making sure that was definitely her destination, then swooped in.
“Whoa! There you are!” she chuckled. “That playpen wasn’t built very sturdy huh?”
She gave Becky a few bounces, and definitely heard a squish in the back of her diaper.
She made for the stairs. Her mother had said not to lock her in her crib and limit her development, but a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.
“It seems somebody didn’t learn her lesson today,” Larissa scolded, and lowered her in, “So maybe a few minutes will remind her how to be good.”
She checked the crib for toys, though wasn’t particularly worried. Those were designed to be very Little proof, and the sides were very high for Becky.
With a few motions she turned on the mobile, starting the music, and, satisfied, left Becky laying there with the lights on. She’d be back in a moment, and if her Mommy returned now she’d see that Larissa hadn’t put her to bed for real.
Right now Larissa had something to inspect.
She pulled the downstairs closet open, and was surprised to see that it was a bit bigger than expected. She didn’t want to go rummaging through Mrs McKenzie’s things too extensively, but did step inside and inspect the shelves which lined all three walls.
It was then that she noticed something on the floor, beneath the lowest shelf. She was sure that was it.
It looked a bit like a remote control.
Frowning, she pulled it out, and looked over the high tech thing. It had a small satellite dish on the front, and some fairly serious looking warning stripes.
Tourist Transponder, it said in bold industrial lettering.
Larissa hit the button.
A screen lit up.
Scanning For Destination, it said.
There was a warmth in her head. She frowned. The world seemed to be wobbling around her. Was it emitting some kind of hallucinogenic field?
Where had Becky even gotten this? And what would a brat need with it? All she needed was to know how to crawl and obey Mommy and be cute, didn’t she know how lucky she was?
The warping around her seemed to be crashing back in on itself, like it intended to go somewhere but then found it was where it needed to be.
She had to turn this off. It was beginning to make her a bit worried about what it might do to her.
Then, well, the field was gone. What a silly toy. It dawned on her that she’d dropped it in her moment of panic, and the toy had cracked into a few pieces, and would never work again. Well, good, Larissa thought, rubbing her head as she tried to process what had just happened.
She turned around, already forgetting the silly toy, and-
And she tripped right over her own clothes.
She landed right in front of some impossibly enormous high heels. She glanced up, confused, to see that Mrs McKenzie was looking down on her, and was huge. She was also holding Becky at her hip, and was looking down at Larissa rather crossly.
“Well well,” the giant boomed. Larissa cringed. Had her voice gotten louder? “Now I see why the sitter had put my girl to bed and couldn’t follow simple instructions. Because she was just a silly girl herself playing dress up.”
Larissa blinked, and glanced over her shoulder. Her clothes were… behind her, and were enormous.
“I don’t know how you fooled me young lady,” Mrs McKenzie boomed, leaning towards Larissa, “But it seems I’ve gotten two girls, and the next babysitter I hire will be a professional, and will know how to look after you.”
Comments
Baby325
Awwww adorable
babysofia1234
Awesome!
