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Adventures in Babysitting

Published: August 26th 2021, 2:01:02 pm

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"No!" Olivia pouted, stomping her foot. "I'm not a baby!"

It wasn't fair, she thought to herself, crossing her arms in a sulk. She was positive that wasn't the case, that she was supposed to be the one in charge here... In fact, there was a part of her that could almost swear that it remembered Amy, standing there, watching her disapprovingly, had said almost this exact same thing in the past, insisting she was old enough now to be left in charge.

But now... "I'm not saying you are," Amy told her gently, brushing Olivia's long hair out of her face. "I'm the babysitter, though, so it's my job..."

"Nuh-uh!" Olivia shook her head.

Amy raised an eyebrow. "Nuh-uh what?" she asked. "What are you saying no to, sweetie?"

"Umm..." Olivia squirmed. It had felt so obvious a moment ago, but, already, she couldn't quite come up with an answer. "The Pull-Ups!" she said after a long, quiet pause. "I don't need those!"

Lucy giggled at that, Olivia squealing, spinning around to pout at her. How dare she laugh at her?! She was in training panties, too! Lucy shrank back behind the couch, only for a second before her sister went to fetch her. "It's okay," Amy cooed. "You shouldn't make fun of her, though, there's nothing wrong with needing Pull-Ups."

"But I don't!" Olivia whined. "I'm the babysitter!"

It fell into place at last, the words almost unlocking something inside of her mind. Hearing them from Amy had seemed off, had made Olivia unhappy in a way she couldn't identify, but, as they fell out of her own mouth, it all clicked together, like a puzzle. That was it! It wasn't just that she wasn't a baby; she was the babysitter! Amy couldn't treat her this way!

Lucy stared up at her sister, confused, Amy taking it all in stride. "Yes, you are," she said condescendingly. "And you can go back to babysitting after I get you dressed properly.

"B-But..." Olivia watched as Amy began to unbutton her shorts, sliding them down, setting them aside, before doing the same with her panties. She knew she should have done something about it, tried to stop it... She wasn't quite sure how to do that, however. 

"In you go!" Amy opened up the Pull-Up, holding it open at Olivia's feet. "Step in!"

"I don't need them," Olivia sniffed, obediently lifting one foot, then the other, registering her unhappiness by lowering them with a loud stomp each time, although it didn't do her much good when the trainers were already around her ankles, and being tugged up her legs, snapping into place around her waist.

"We'll see about that!" Amy smiled, giving them a pat. "Now, let's see... Who were you babysitting, Livy?"

Olivia pulled at her shirt, feeling silly, standing there with her Pull-Ups showing. Not even Lucy had to do that... Was it because Lucy was older than her? That didn't feel right, and yet... She just didn't know anymore. If that was the case, though, then there was no way she could be babysitting her, and she definitely wasn't sitting Amy...

She looked around the room, not having an answer until, finally, she spotted one of Lucy's teddy bears on the floor. "Her!" she declared, scooping the toy up, holding it up to show Amy proudly. "I see," Amy nodded. "Why don't you show us what you do as a babysitter?"

What she did as a babysitter... That ought to be simple! So, why couldn't she think of anything? All she could remember when it came to that was what her babysitter had just done to her. "Umm..." she mumbled, noticing the thumb that had found its way to her mouth only as she started to speak, thinking nothing about the way her shirt had moved upwards with her hand, leaving her trainers all the more exposed. 

That was when she spotted the diapers. Maybe she was just copying Amy, but Amy was the babysitter, so why wouldn't she? And if Olivia was the babysitter, and she was in Pull-Ups, it only made sense that her charge would be in something more babyish... She clambered up onto the sofa, taking the teddy bear with her, and a diaper, ready to show Amy and Lucy what a real sitter looked like.

"Wow!" Amy smiled at the proud Olivia, sitting there with her freshly diapered teddy bear. "You really are a babysitter, huh?"

"Yeah!" Olivia beamed, soaking in the praise. This must be what she'd been thinking about... She must have been playing pretend like this before Amy had come in and made her put her Pull-Ups on, too! And she'd interrupted the game.

"You did a very good job," Amy patted her on the head. "What do you want to do now?"

"Umm..." Olivia looked down at the teddy bear, giggling slightly at her own handiwork, and how cute the bear was, all diapered up. "I think she wants to watch TV."

"Oh, does she?" Amy chuckled. "Well, I suppose she can do that. Let me find the remote, and..."

"I know where it is!" Olivia announced. She hopped off the couch, walking over to the bookshelf where she'd seen Amy put the remote, just a few minutes earlier. She couldn't remember much of what had happened before that, but that she did recall.

Amy hurried around her, grabbing the remote off the shelf first. "No, not this one!" she said. "This goes to... uh... Well, not the TV, anyway."

Olivia frowned, fidgeting in place, knowing something was wrong. She clung to her teddy bear with one hand, the other returning to her mouth as she started to suck her thumb again, attempting to force her brain to lurch into motion and give her an answer.

"Here we go," Amy scooped up the correct remote. "What does your teddy want to watch?"

"I dunno." As the TV switched on, Olivia stared at it, mesmerized, toddling back to the sofa and flopping down, forgetting about her worries. "What do you want?" She leaned over, putting her ear to the teddy bear's mouth, but she was shy. "Can I see?" She reached her hand out for the remote.

"I don't know, Livy," Amy told her. "There are a lot of grown-up channels that aren't right for you... I mean, the teddy."

"I won't go to those ones!" Olivia promised. "Pleeeease?"

Amy sighed, shaking her head. "Livy, I'll let you try, but it has to stay out of your mouth, okay?"

"I'm not a baby!" Olivia pouted. Her attitude changed quickly when she was offered the remote, taking it proudly, then staring at it for a few moments, trying to work out how to use it.

"Do you need...?" Amy asked.

"No!" Olivia jabbed one of the buttons, and, to her surprise, the channel changed. Feeling accomplished, she pressed it again, and again, zooming past all the boring stuff, looking for something good. Finally, she found a cartoon, watching it intently.

Amy gave her a few seconds. "Is this what you want?" she reached for the remote.

"I don't know!" Olivia whined, annoyed at having her attention interrupted. She squirmed, going back to the cartoon, and, within moments, thinking nothing of moving her hand up towards her mouth, wanting to suck her thumb again, except, now, there was something else there...

"Give me this," Amy snatched away the remote, rolling her eyes with a, "I told you not to do that," when Olivia protested. Sulkily, Olivia turned back to the TV, cuddling her teddy, glad that she, at least, wasn't being mean to her.

"Livy!" Olivia tore her eyes away from the television. "Livy, sweetie, do you need to use the potty?"

"No!" Olivia huffed. "I'm watching..."

"Are you sure?" Amy asked pointedly, hands on her hips. Olivia paused, wiggling her bottom, glancing down at herself when she felt something strange. "I guess you're all done already, huh? Uh-oh, were you tugging on your shirt, sweetie? Did you leak a little on it?"

Olivia pressed a hand to her now warm and squishy training panties, blushing. "Don't cry, sweetie," Amy told her gently. "You're fine... We'll get you all cleaned up, okay?" Olivia nodded. "You were distracted, huh? It's all right... There's no need to be ashamed..."

Amy got Olivia all cleaned up, and into a fresh Pull-Up and shirt. "You see, Lucy?" she smiled at her sister. "It happens to everyone, even Olivia!"

"I-I guess..." Lucy said uncertainly. "But if you hafta wear Pull-Ups, you aren't a big girl..."

"And that's why I'm babysitting today," Amy explained. "Even big girls have accidents now and then... But the only way to become a big girl is to face them, and work through them. If you're too scared of them to even try to make it to the potty on time, you'll never get out of them!"

"She didn't try," Lucy pointed out.

"She was thinking about other things," Amy said. "All you can do when that happens is to keep trying!" Lucy didn't look convinced. Amy, herself, seemed uncertain, too, as if she didn't know where to go from there. "Well, I'm sure she's going to do better from now on, aren't you, Livy?"

"Uh-huh!" Olivia agreed. 

"See? It's okay to have an accident or two, just don't let it get to you!" She kissed her sister on the top of the head. "Now, I guess I'd probably better get started on supper..."

"No!" Olivia shook her head. 

"No?" Amy raised an eyebrow. "Why not, Livy?"

"Umm..." Olivia squirmed. It didn't seem like that was something Amy should be doing, but why not, indeed? "I-I'll do it!" she declared after a few seconds. "I'm babysitting!" She held up the bear to remind Amy that she was a big girl, too, since only big girls could babysit.

"Of course," Amy chuckled. "Here, let's get your hair out of the way so you don't get food in it, and I'll take you to the kitchen..."

This felt right, proper... Olivia followed Amy, sure she'd figure out how to cook something - anything, really - after she got to the kitchen. Weirdly, Amy took her to Lucy's room instead, however, stopping in front of the girl's toy stove.

"Here you go!" she smiled. "You cook in here, sweetie, and I'll cook in the other kitchen."

Olivia looked over at the toy, knowing it wasn't real, that this wasn't the same thing as the big stove, and this wasn't a kitchen at all... It did seem like it could be fun, though... "Okay!" she nodded, happily getting to work.

"Wow, it looks so tasty!" Amy praised her, coming in to fetch her later. Olivia beamed, handing the toy pot to the babysitter, giggling when she pretended to take a bite. "Yummy! Good job, Livy! Now, let's get you some food, too, okay?"

Olivia nodded and followed Amy to the dining room. Supper was definitely nothing fancy, but Olivia liked it that way, feeling much more interested in the fish sticks and tater tots that she could see waiting for her there than she would have been by anything too complicated, or that she couldn't immediately recognize.

"Does anybody need to use the potty first?" Amy asked. Lucy paused, looking to Olivia. Olivia's tummy was feeling rumbly... But she really wanted to eat, so she shook her head, Lucy doing the same in response. "Are you sure?" Amy glared at Lucy, who didn't take the hint.

"Uh-huh," she answered, climbing into her chair. 

Amy sighed, shrugged. "Okay, whatever," she started to dish out the food.

It really did taste delicious to Olivia, and she loved that she didn't need to bother with utensils, just sitting there, popping them into her mouth. She kicked her feet, stuffing piece after piece into her mouth. She could feel her tummy getting more uncomfortable, but she didn't want to stop what she was doing to bother with it...

Amy even asked again, "Do you want to go to the potty, Olivia?", and then, when she shook her head, began to get to her feet. "I think we ought to try, sweetie..."

Olivia didn't think she did it on purpose... Maybe there was a part of her that really didn't want to be interrupted, though, and knew that the only way to prevent that was to give Amy no reason to take her all the way to the bathroom, and gave a tiny push... Or maybe she just waited too long. Either way, the result was the same as she lifted her bottom, and felt her Pull-Up start to swell with a wave of warm, stinky mush.

"Livy!" Amy gasped. "Honestly, Livy..." Lucy stared, wide-eyed. "You know what, Livy? I gave you plenty of chances, and you didn't even try... I'm not mad at you for having an accident, but if you aren't going to make any effort, there's only one thing I can do."

Olivia wasn't too bothered by that... Until she was done eating, wiping her greasy hands on her shirt without a thought, and Amy gave her another new outfit... This time, with a diaper. "No!" Olivia pleaded, sniffling. "I-I don't need a diaper!"

"I think you do," Amy countered. "I'd say you earned it, young lady. Wouldn't you agree, Lucy? Accidents are okay, but little girls who don't try to do better deserve diapers. As long as you're doing your best, nobody will be mad... Livy isn't doing her best, though, is she?" 

"I can!" Lucy told her. 

"I know you can," Amy smiled. "And that's why you're going to be in big girl panties in no time... Unlike Livy."

Olivia stomped and fussed, but, in the end, there wasn't much she could do except be put into a diaper like a little baby - like she'd done to the teddy - and get sent to the corner for being so difficult. She thought she was going to be stuck there for the rest of the night... Until she heard the phone ring. 

"Shoot," Amy said under her breath. And, a few seconds later, Olivia started to remember everything: how she'd been babysitting for these sisters for years, how she was a high school graduate and not a toddler, how Amy had pulled out the same remote she could see her holding now - and that she hadn't let Olivia play with earlier - and pressed a few buttons when Olivia had arrived at their house this time...

"We are going to have a talk about this, young lady," Olivia glared at her, though, after everything that had happened, it was a bit difficult to return to her usual air of authority. Amy had been insisting for a while now that she could look after her sister, and, if anything, today had proven that... In fact, she could look after two toddlers at once, including one that was, physically, years older than her.

She knew why Amy had undone the mental regression, however. She didn't know why the girls' parents kept the landline, since they were the only ones who used it, but if it rang, it was usually something urgent... And it would be very suspicious if the person who answered it wasn't Olivia. The girls weren't forbidden from doing it, though they never did, so them doing it this time would raise a lot of questions.

Olivia wrinkled her nose as she toddled to the phone, feeling the bulk of the diaper between her legs. This was so humiliating... She couldn't believe she'd let some kid do this to her! "Hello?" she picked up the phone, trying to hide her anger.

"Hey, Olivia," the girls' mother said on the other end. "I just wanted to let you know so it didn't take you by surprise... My husband called a few minutes ago and told me he was finishing up early, so he'll probably be back any time now..."

Right on cue, Olivia heard the front door open, allowing her client to walk in on her before she could so much as think of going to change, or even hide. And, to make matters worse, Amy had already slipped the remote into her pocket, or somewhere out of sight, making Olivia's desperate explanation sound all the sillier, without any evidence to back it up and give her a reason why she, as a young adult, the supposed babysitter, was running around in a diaper.