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"Baby" Sitter
🕑 Added 2020-09-12 04:15:15 +0000 UTCI went with an old genre standby for this one. It was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you all enjoy! (I'm posting it a little early because I'll be working a 14+ hour day tomorrow and won't have the opportunity.)
Knock knock.
Melissa waited at the door, already ready to have this weekend to be over with. She didn’t mind babysitting - and she certainly didn’t mind making twenty bucks an hour for a job that wasn’t hard at all - but losing her college weekends was still a bit frustrating.
Lifting her phone, she took a selfie, posting it with, ‘Who’s gonna be babysitting all weekend? It’s me! Working with kids is the best!’ as the caption. Her outfit was picked out so that even the most conservative of parents couldn’t get mad at her for immodesty, but she’d still managed to put together a cute ensemble that was social media worthy, with rainbow-stripe leggings and a bright blue dress that came down to her knees. Kid friendly, but still expressive and fun.
While the post loaded, someone answered the door. Melissa beamed. “Hey there! I’m-”
“The babysitter?” the girl at the door asked, rolling her eyes. She was almost Melissa’s age, at that sort of transition period where she’d be out of highschool, but hadn’t yet started college or found a full time job. “Yeah, okay, I’ll text my parents and tell them you showed up.”
Melissa hadn’t expected an older sister to be there. She wondered why she’d been hired to babysit if there was an adult daughter who could watch the kid, but then again, she didn’t know much about the job. “Okay, where’s… eh, I think it was, Erica? I’d like to meet him.”
The girl chuckled without looking up from her phone. “I’m Erica.”
“Huh? No, I mean… I’m supposed to be babysitting for-”
“Yeah. That’s me.” Erica stepped back, so there was room for Melissa to get through the door. “My parents don’t trust me home alone. You’re really just here to make sure I don’t wreck the place with a party while they’re out of town.”
“Oh.” Melissa stepped inside, setting down her purse and her ‘babysitter bag’, a bright pink diaper bag which she’d packed with supplies for any kid from six months to six years. She hadn’t planned on her charge being almost her age. “Uh… okay. Well, I’m Melissa, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” She still hadn’t looked up from her phone.
Walking in, Melissa texted the number that had contacted her about this job, Erica’s mom. ‘Hey, I didn’t realize Erica would be so old. What do you need me to do?’
A few seconds passed before her phone chimed. ‘Just make sure she doesn’t cause any trouble, keep the place clean, make sure she doesn’t stay up all night and that she eats something healthy.’
Easy enough. “Well, I guess we’ll just be sharing the house for a couple days,” Melissa started. “I don’t see any reason for us to make any trouble for each other.”
“Yeah, no… what’s with the bag?” Erica had looked up from her phone, finally, and was poking at the ‘babysitter bag’ with a foot. Snorting, she asked, “Do you need diapers or something? I bet you do!”
Melissa rolled her eyes as Erica unzipped the bag, peeking inside. “I didn’t know you were going to be almost my age, it’s just for if I need to take care of kids.”
“Oh, yeah?” Showing a huge smirk, Erica lifted a large, fluffy diaper from the bag, with butterfly decorations around the front. It was clearly too big for any child. “You sit for a lot of kids that are exactly your size?”
“I-” Melissa stared at the diaper, alarmed. “I didn’t, um…” Did I buy that size by accident? “I’m not sure why that’s in there.”
“Sure you aren’t,” Erica snickered. “Baby butt. I bet you’re wearing a diaper right now.”
Melissa sighed. Okay, that’s why her parents don’t trust her. She’s a brat. “Erica, I don’t need diapers.”
Erica looked at her. “Oh, yeah? Show me!”
That was just ridiculous. Melissa wasn’t about to lift up her dress just to show Erica she was wearing panties. “Drop it, Erica. I’m not going to show you my underwear.”
“I bet you will!” Erica declared, smirking.
Okay, fine. Glaring, Melissa took the hem of her dress and pulled it up, at the same time tugging down her leggings to make sure it was totally visible.
Erica was grinning like she’d just won a game at a carnival. “So that’s not a diaper?”
Frowning, Melissa looked down. It was only then that she noticed the bulk between her thighs, the subtle rustle as she moved, the…
The diaper. That she was wearing.
“I didn’t put that on!” she yelped, in surprise. “I don’t know how that happened, but… erm… Here, I’m going to go change my clothes.”
“I bet you won’t!” Erica said, snickering again.
Melissa stopped, letting go over her dress. There was no hurry to get changed. “I’ll do that later, I guess.”
She was confused as to what was going on. It had to be some kind of prank a friend pulled on her, but she had no idea how she’d forgotten about putting on a diaper.
While she pondered that, Erica took out her phone. “I’m going to invite some friends over. I bet you won’t mind if, like, a dozen or so people come by to hang out, right?”
“That’s fine,” Melissa agreed. Twelve people wasn’t really a ‘party’, so it was fine.
“Cool. And you’ll make snacks and stuff for everyone, I’ll bet?”
Nodding, Melissa waddled off to the kitchen to put together some party snacks for Erica’s friends.
By the time people started showing up, she had out two bowls of chips, cups were set out for drinks, and pigs-in-a-blanket were cooking in the oven. While Erica let in guests, she got it all set up in the kitchen table.
And, she had to pee.
Going to the bathroom would require taking off her diaper, but taking off her diaper would mean changing her clothes, and she didn’t want to change her clothes.
Standing there, Melissa tried to think how to solve the dilemma. Unfortunately, she didn’t see much of a choice. Sooner or later, she was going to have to use the diaper. Upon realizing this, she turned pink and looked around to ensure nobody else was in the room. Sure she had a little privacy, she closed her eyes and let go of her bladder, flooding the front of the diaper.
It wasn’t difficult. With just a little effort, she released a stream of pee into the thirsty padding, feeling it swell with warmth as she soaked it.
“... so I told her, you’re wearing that to Mike’s party? Do you think he’s blind?”
A trio of Erica’s friends giggled as they followed her into the kitchen, congregating around the chip bowls. Erica, though, noticed the pink on Melissa’s cheeks and zeroed in on it like a bloodhound.
“Melissa,” she said, loud and sharp enough to get her friend’s attention. “Did you just have an accident?”
Blush deepening, Melissa shook her head. “N-no, I-”
The gaggle of friends looked between her and Erica, smiles growing with amusement as they realized what was being said.
“I knew you needed diapers!” Erica declared. “Hah!”
Melissa shook her head obstinately. Erica’s friends were practically her age - in fact, Melissa recognized a couple of them from college. It wasn’t like being teased by one of the kids she babysat. “I do not!”
“Oh, yeah? I bet you’ll show us, then.”
If I show them, it’ll look like it’s dry and she’ll drop the subject. Glaring, Melissa hiked up her dress and pulled down her leggings, displaying her soggy padding. “See?”
“Oh my gosh!” one of the friends exclaimed.
“She did!” another piped in.
They fell into fits of giggles, while Erica only smirked, staring right at Melissa. “I bet you don’t need to wear those leggings for the rest of the night.”
She was right. Blushing profusely, Melissa let go of her dress and pulled off the leggings, folding them up.
Leaning in, one of her friends whispered something in Erica’s ear, that made Erica laugh out loud.
“What is it?” Melissa asked, disliking being left out of the joke.
“She said, ‘I bet your dress is so short that it doesn’t cover up your diaper at all’!” Erica repeated.
Dammit, she’s right. Why did I wear such a short dress? She tugged at the hem, trying to cover her soggy diaper, but it just wasn’t long enough.
Whispering, loud enough that Melissa could hear, Erica added, “I bet she can’t even change her own diapers.”
How did she know that?
Turning even pinker, Melissa realized that she hadn’t planned for how she would change while she was babysitting. She’d need someone’s help, but asking Erica would just be too mortifying.
The doorbell rang. “Melissa, I bet you’re going to answer that,” Erica chimed in.
“Of course I am,” Melissa said, rolling her eyes as she squelched back to the living room, opening the door.
A half dozen of Erica’s friends were standing there, and they burst out laughing upon seeing her. One of them said, “You must be the baby sitter!”
Looking away, Melissa let them in, regretting this job already. “Erica’s in the kitchen, I-” she started to say, but Erica was walking back into the living room already, greeting her posse of friends.
After a round of greetings, while Melissa stood awkwardly off to the side, Erica said, “I know you’ve all seen my baby sitter, Melissa. Isn’t she so cute?”
More giggles. Melissa was done putting up with it. “I’m going upstairs.”
“I bet you’re not going to leave this room,” Erica snapped.
Right, I should stay behind so they don’t get up to any trouble.
Continuing, Erica said, “She pretends she’s a grownup, but really she’s just a big diaper baby. I bet she’s about to poop her pants!”
“Oh, gross,” one of the other girls said.
“Right now? Come on, that’s going to stink so bad,” another chimed in.
To Melissa’s horror, though, Erica was right. She had to go, badly, and there wasn’t an alternative. Squatting down, she puffed up her cheeks and started to push, right in front of the gaggle of giggling girls.
Warm mush quickly ballooned into the seat of her diaper, making a visible bulge as Melissa grunted. It was humiliating to have the girls watch her do this, but Melissa didn’t know of anything else she could do.
Finishing, she stood back up from her squatting position, keeping her legs spread so that the mess wouldn’t squelch around too much. Several of the girls were pinching their noses or waving hands in the air, and the rounds of giggles were impossible to ignore.
Erica stepped forward, reaching down to squeeze the back of Melissa’s diaper like a patient nanny with an infant. “Yup! That’s one smelly baby diaper,” she declared.
“Erica-” Melissa started.
Erica looked her right in the eye. “I bet you know what’s going on now.”
Melissa blinked. I bet… I bet. Oh, no, she-
“I bet you’re going to sit down on your mushy diaper,” Erica said.
Melissa sat, smushing her mess around inside her padding. She knew she was being controlled, now, but she was helpless to stop it.
Crouching over her, Erica said, “I bet you’re going to rub the front of your diaper, and you’re going to love it.”
Putting a hand to the sodden crotch of the diaper, Melissa started to rub, up and down, pressing the heavy, warm padding into herself. At the first contact, she moaned, pleasure overtaking her thoughts.
She was acutely aware of the giggling girls that watched her, though, and after the initial pleasure she stopped.
That wasn’t good enough for Erica. Forcing the matter, she said, “I bet you’re going to cum in front of us, in your smelly, squishy baby diapers!”
At the command word, Melissa resumed rubbing, moaning, rocking her hips forward into the palm of her hand. It made the contents of her diaper smush everywhere, but she didn’t care, she couldn’t think of anything except the pleasure, of the ecstasy, of-
“Fffuck!” she cried out, squirting into her diaper as she did exactly what Erica had predicted.
The laughter rang out in her ears, and she blushed more deeply, shame replacing the brief high of pleasure.
“Good baby,” Erica said. “Now, here’s how this weekend is going to work. I don’t want to make you do stuff all weekend. It gets tiring, and it’s no fun, so I’ll make you a deal.”
Face bright red, both from exertion and humiliation, Melissa nodded.
“If you’re a model baby for me, and don’t break any rules, I’ll let you have your potty training and your other big-girl skills back on Monday. If you don’t, then I’d just have to make a bet that you’ll be making stinky, sticky diapers every day until you graduate. You don’t want that, do you?”
Melissa shook her head, whimpering, “P-please, no…”
“Good.” Standing, Erica pushed Melissa’s purse over to her. “I want you to post a selfie, with one of your cutesy self-aware captions on it.”
“What?” Melissa said, her eyebrows raising. “But-”
“I bet you won’t be able to change yourself for a week,” Erica snapped. “That’s a warning, baby. No more ‘buts’.”
In horror, Melissa reached for her purse, taking out her phone and raising it up. There was no angle that hid her diaper, and she suspected that if there was, Erica would punish her for hiding it.
The picture she got had the sodden diaper on full display, brownish stains and bulges visible. Fingers shaking, she typed out, ‘Guess who needs a diaper change? It’s me!’
She posted it.
Erica smiled, as half of her friend’s phones dinged. More giggles when they read her caption.
“Now,” Erica said, “I bet you can stand up again. Go make sure the snacks are ready, then sit in time out in the guest room upstairs until I come and get you. They’re right, you stink, and I don’t want you ruining the fun for the rest of us.”
Melissa nodded, getting to her feet. “I… okay.”
“Hey, cheer up, baby,” Erica beamed. “I promise I’ll change you in the morning. And…” leaning in, she whispered, “I didn’t say you couldn’t touch yourself. I bet you’ll have a lot of fun in the corner.”
