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Babysitters: Gamer Girl, Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-08-19 01:42:14 +0000 UTCHere's part one to that foot-fetish gamer-girl babysitter story you guys voted on a couple months ago!
Although since babysitting is normally associated with kids, I'm just gonna take a moment to clarify that they're both 18 and his parents are just hardasses lol (idk how common p0rn with babysitter setups are, but I know it's out there in some capacity and those are obviously adults so whatever reality is being portrayed in those vids, this story is there too lol). I ain't trying to write anything edgy I just think babysitter is a fun dynamic!
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“BOOM! That’s my third continent, I think it’s pretty clear I’m gonna win by now. So do you give up?”
Joshua’s frantic eyes scoured the board game map, trying to look for a way that he could win. But his babysitter had him beat. Next turn, Madison would get 16 new troops, and he’d only get 5. He agreed with her: there was no way at this point that he could win, but the longer the game lasted, the longer it’d be until he officially lost the bet. “I, um…” he began to nervously say, scratching his neck. “I need to use the bathroom. And then I’ll go,” he said, and started to get up, but she reached out and grabbed his arm before he could get away.
“You already went like half an hour ago,” she chuckled. “I’m pretty sure you’re just trying to prolong the game as long as possible. Am I right?” She was smirking and had a twinkle in her eye, but she soon recognized his own expression as one full of worry and fear, so she let go of him and leaned back, not wanting to actually scare him. “Sorry. That wasn’t polite of me to grab you like that. But I do know what you’re doing.”
Joshua froze, unsure of whether to go to the bathroom like he said he would, or just man up and finish their game of Risk without taking all afternoon. “Tell you what. If you give up now, instead of dragging the game out super long and making us take forever, then I’ll let you watch whatever you want on my phone. Mkay?” It made almost no difference to her anyways. She didn’t care what he did while he was shrunken, so she might as well try sweetening the deal for him.
“Even if it’s rated R? What about Deadpool?!” he asked hopefully. He almost sounded excited about the prospect now.
“Especially if it’s rated R,” she laughed, and winked at the young boy. “And with that good of a deal, I feel like you’ll pretty much be the one winning the bet! Just don’t tell your parents, obviously.” He quickly nodded, his eyes wide and earnest at the prospect of having no limits to what he could watch. “So… you’ll do it then? Do you give up?”
Joshua glanced at the board with uncertainty in his eyes, but it really was hopeless. He’d given it an honest shot at least, but he was naive enough to think that if he didn’t take Madison’s deal, he might not get the chance to watch whatever he wanted. “Alright… I guess.”
The teenage girl grinned, and then cheered for herself. “Woo, awesome! That was a pretty good game though dude,” she added, raising her hand so he could give her a high five. “You wanna eat something first, or should we head to your mom’s office?”
“Mmmm…” He glanced nervously around the kitchen, as if trying to come up with an idea for what to eat. Although he wasn’t really hungry. He just felt like he should eat something before shrinking down anyways. “What am I gonna eat when I’m small?” he asked, turning to look up at his babysitter as she stood up.
She took a deep breath and shrugged, just as stumped as he was. “I don’t know, actually. But I’ll Google it to try and see what foods are best for people when they’re shrunk. Sound good?” He nodded, and she tussled his hair. “Cool. Since you lost then, how about you clean up the game for me while I go set up your mom’s device, and then you can meet me in her office.”
“Okay,” he said, and she headed upstairs to set up the family’s shrink ray while he gathered the toy soldiers to put in the box. He was starting to regret having ever agreed to Madison’s bet, but he really thought he had a good shot at winning. He’d started playing Risk a few months ago and whenever he played it with his friends, he won like, half the time, and usually did pretty good the rest of the time. Even though Madison had proposed the bet, she’d let him pick the game. But Madison was older, so naturally she was smarter, not to mention the fact that she liked games even more than him. He didn’t think that mattered since he knew she was more into video games than board games, but apparently her skills carried over to that too.
Her affection for gaming was the whole reason she’d asked him about making a bet in the first place. She’d been into video games ever since she was a little kid, but now she was old enough and good enough that she was starting to play in tournaments. Real tournaments, like with prize money for the winners. She’d entered a national Girl’s Tournament for Fortnite a few weeks ago—something to promote getting more girls into video games—and now the Finals were tonight. Like, in a couple hours. She’d accepted the babysitting gig from Joshua’s parents, knowing it was the same day as the tournament finals, because she hadn’t actually thought she’d beat out all the other girls across the country to come this far. But now she had. It was either get paid a few hundred bucks (which meant upgrading her PC!) to watch Joshua for the weekend, or take a chance to win thousands. She wanted to do both.
The main problem though was that Madison’s parents thought that a career in video games was unrealistic, so if they knew she was prioritizing her tournament over watching Joshua, they’d almost definitely ground her and tell Joshua’s parents (it was so stupid; she wanted to just bring Joshua over to her house and let him hang out in her room for a few hours while the tournament went on, but her parents hadn’t thought that that would’ve been responsible. Like sure, she knew she had to watch Joshua, but that didn’t mean she had to literally keep her eyes on him 24/7. Even babies didn’t require that level of attention). So, knowing that Joshua’s mom was an engineer and had a $180,000 shrink ray in her office, she told the boy as soon as his parents left that she had a tournament later that day and wanted to shrink him down so she could keep him nearby and make sure he was still safe, but without being at a size that would get him discovered by her parents. The only problem was that Joshua had been shrunken a few times before, and like any sane person, being two inches tall was utterly terrifying to him, so he didn’t wanna go along with her plan right away. Her solution had been to make a bet: if she won, then he’d have to shrink down and hang out in her room for a few hours while she played. If he won, then they’d watch whatever movie he wanted, play whatever game he wanted, and Madison would have to make whatever meals he wanted for the rest of the weekend. It sounded like a lot, so Joshua had agreed right away, but it hadn’t really mattered to her; doing whatever he wanted to do was pretty much how she always babysat him anyways!
Once the board game was put away, Joshua reluctantly made his way to his mom’s office, where he saw Madison—dressed, by the way, in a white t-shirt that was roughly tucked into a pair of ripped jean shorts—had set the shrinking machine up and was prepped for him. “OK, you ready?” she asked, aiming a guiding laser onto Joshua’s chest as he stood in the middle of the room. She noticed him hesitate, and then his familiar frown started growing, making her feel empathetic and a little bad even. She went to stand in front of him and leaned forward on her knees so they were face to face, hoping to reassure him. “Look, you don’t have anything to worry about. And this is the only way you’ll be able to watch whatever movie you want. Plus, if I win the tournament, I’ll even see if your parents will let me take you out to Red Robin tomorrow. How’s that?”
Joshua felt a bit nervous with how close Madison was to him; he thought that she was really pretty, and his eyes avoided looking directly at her. But after taking a few moments to think about it, he decided it might not be that bad—and he had lost the bet after all—so he gradually nodded. “Alright. Sure.”
Madison smiled and stood back up, pushing back down the tinge of guilt she felt over coercing him to go through with this. But she hadn’t been lying, so she returned to her position behind the machine and prepped the dials. “On the count of three,” she told him, giggling to herself as he pursed his lips and squeezed his eyes shut. “One, two… three!”
A translucent red beam shot out to where the laser had been pointing, and the machine hummed to life as it slowly dwindled Joshua’s body down (along with his clothes) to just a few inches in height. It took almost a minute, but eventually the small boy became even smaller, a tiny little thing in the middle of a vast and empty floor.
Joshua felt the ground shake as Madison walked over to him, slowly and gently sitting down in front of him so as not to scare him too much. It had been a while since the last time he shrunk, and his heart was racing as his mind tried to grapple with the new reality of being speck-sized in such a gargantuan sized room. “Just take deep breaths,” Madison reminded him, helping coach his breathing patterns until he calmed down. “Ready for me to pick you up?” she asked, waiting for him to nod before reaching her fingers out to pick him up by the chest. She wasn’t slow enough though, and he stumbled backwards out of surprise over how quickly her massive fingers lurched towards him. The sudden rush of adrenaline mixed with his lingering anxiety made him feel nauseous. He turned to the side and vomited, causing Madison to grimace. “Oh shit,” she whispered, giving him a moment before he nodded and allowed her to slowly pick him up this time.
“Let’s walk around a little so your body can adjust,” his babysitter said, placing Joshua on her palm and standing up. “Look, you can’t even see your throw-up when I’m standing up,” she giggled, and he shook his head, refusing to look down at what would appear like hundreds of feet to him. “Oh right. Good call.”
After taking him to the kitchen to drink from a droplet of water she placed next to him on her palm, Madison walked around so Joshua could calibrate his senses to his new size. “Did you have to make me so small?” he yelled up at her, but she didn’t react to his question, and he remembered that she wouldn’t be able to hear him at such a small size. His mom had learned sign language to communicate with people when they were shrunken for that very reason, but neither Joshua nor Madison were familiar enough with shrinking to have taken up the language.
“Okay, you think you’re ready to head out now?” she asked, eager to leave as soon as possible now. The tournament start time was less than two hours away, and she wanted to get in at least a couple practice games before it started. “The sooner we leave, the sooner you can be laying out on one of my blankets while watching Deadpool.” Joshua nodded up at her, so she headed to the front door to slip on her shoes, and then grabbed the house keys that his parents had given her, making sure to lock the front door after heading out. But as soon as she turned around and saw her bike, she realized she hadn’t planned ahead, and suddenly had no idea how she was going to bring Joshua along for the ride. Her pants didn’t have any real pockets, and she hadn’t brought her purse. And even though she could ride with one hand while clutching Joshua in her other, she knew it wouldn’t be smart or safe for him to ride the entire way there like that. She did have one idea, but she wasn’t sure how much he’d like it…
“OK, um, so I just realized that like, I’m not really sure how you’re gonna ride with me…?” Madison told him. She couldn’t gauge his facial reaction though as he looked up at her with uncertainty over what that meant. She was the one in charge, so he expected her to come up with the solution. “I don’t have any pockets I can use, and I don’t think it’d be safe if I just held onto you, so… uh… I think our best bet would be if I like, tucked you into the top of my shoe. Just for the way there, obviously, and then I’d take you back out as soon as we get back to my house and just carry you the rest of the way to my room. It’s only gonna be like, five minutes.” In reality, it was closer to a ten minute ride to her house, but five was close enough. If she walked though, not only would it take her more time that she didn’t want to waste, but she’d have to head home in the hot, California-summer heat.
Of course, Joshua wasn’t keen on her idea at all—would her socks smell bad? Would it be cramped in her shoe? But she used the fact that she couldn’t hear him as an excuse for why she was ignoring his protests. “I can’t tell what you’re saying, and I’m sure you’re nervous, but this is the only option I can think of. You’re just gonna have to be brave, mkay?” She scolded herself internally, feeling extra manipulative because of the position of authority she had over him. God, you’re such a bad babysitter, she told herself. You’re gonna need to make it up to him so much when we get back in a few hours. Madison liked watching Joshua, and she knew that he liked her too, but if she wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t be surprised if he told his parents what she’d done to him. Winning the tournament was important to her, but it probably wouldn’t be worth it if it meant losing out on a few years worth of future babysitting gigs.
Taking a seat on the front steps, she gingerly lowered Joshua’s body towards the black-and-white checkered pair of Vans she was wearing. Setting his body on the top of her ankle, she was about to ask if he was ready, but realized she’d feel even guiltier if she saw his face, so she quickly pushed him in beneath the top without further ado, wedging him between the softness of her sock and the relative sturdiness of the shoe’s canvas material. Since her Vans had a fairly low-rise lip, and she wanted to make sure he’d be safe, she had to push him in a few inches worth, until he was stuck around the center of the top of her foot. Already she could feel him squirming around, a sensation that she tried to ignore as she stood back up and headed back over to the bike. “Don’t worry dude, this is the worst of it. We’ll be back at my place soon and then you’re coming right out.”
But unbeknownst to either of them yet, Joshua actually wouldn’t be coming out of her shoe when they arrived at her house. In fact, not only would he be forced to spend the next few hours in her shoe, but there was a very real possibility that the entirety of his weekend would be spent with Madison’s foot.
