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The Sitter and the Brat

Published: September 26th 2021, 2:01:01 pm

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"Oh, come on," Bridget rolled her eyes. "What do you want to do, then?"

This should have been fun... Not only was Bridget a phenomenal babysitter, the best in her neighborhood, but her charge, Mina, absolutely deserved everything that was happening to her. She was - and always had been - a huge brat. She was always pestering Bridget, wanting to hang out, then throwing tantrums when Bridget said no, even when she had a legitimate reason. It was hard to believe, sometimes, that Mina was the older of the two by close to a full year, since, most of the time, she acted like one of Bridget's charges.

She'd even taken up babysitting herself, perhaps thinking that she could get back at Bridget for never wanting to spend time with her by stealing all of her clients. Bridget was good with kids, though, patient and respectful and insightful, and Mina had no real idea what she was doing, from what Bridget had heard when her clients, who tried Mina out to be nice, inevitably came back to her.

One of her biggest problem, from what Bridget could tell, was that she didn't pay attention to the rules that were set out for her. She loved watching the kids' every move, happy to tattle on them for any little thing they did to their parents; if she was told she could have any food in the fridge except for one thing, or that there was a room in the house she wasn't supposed to go into, you could bet that was exactly what she was going to eat, or where she would have to go once the kids were in bed.

She wasn't even clever enough to try to cover it up! It was like she was proud of what a nuisance she was, which would certainly explain a lot of things about her. Bridget had no doubt that she'd give up her babysitting ambitions in no time, especially when she had no repeat customers, but, before she could do that, her irresponsible nature caught up to her.

It was another door she'd been told not to go through. In fact, Bridget knew that it was kept locked, for just that reason. Mina hadn't been able to help herself, however, and she'd gone snooping until she'd found the keys. And then, inside, she'd found a lot of strange equipment and a mini-fridge, filled with bottles of a mysterious liquid. Bridget would never have been stupid enough to put that in her mouth, but Mina had probably assumed this was some kind of still, brewing up alcohol, and she'd taken a sip.

What happened next served her right. The liquid hadn't done anything for her, hadn't given her so much as a buzz, so she'd gone back to the living room, disappointed. By the time her charge's parents got home, she was obliviously sitting in the middle of a huge wet spot on their sofa, and, as she stood up, shocked when they pointed that out, trying to come up with an excuse, she'd pooped her pants.

To them, it was obvious what she'd done; the formula had worked perfectly, rendering Mina fully incontinent. That also meant they knew she'd broken into the lab, against their orders, so it was hard for them to feel too bad for Mina. The father had followed Mina home to explain everything to her mother, who, at last, decided she'd had enough, and that facing the consequences of her actions would be good for her. It helped that those consequences were so fitting for someone who, despite being an adult physically, supposedly heading to college later that year, had never moved beyond being a bratty little girl.

So Bridget had been thrilled when she got a call from the woman, who told her the whole story and offered to pay her double her usual rate. Honestly, for this, Bridget would have done it for free, but she wasn't going to turn down the money. She was delighted to see Mina's nursery, and to see the girl in her babyish dress, diaper peeking out from underneath. It all fit her so well.

Unfortunately, it may have fit her too well. Mina seemed to have no trouble slipping into her terrible twos again, not wanting to play any of the games Bridget suggested, making a huge mess when Bridget fed her, throwing tantrums at the tiniest thing... Bridget was allowed to discipline her, and she did, but the girl shrugged them off and went back to her bratty ways in no time.

Was this revenge? Was she doing this to get back at Bridget for never wanting to spend time with her before? Bridget wasn't sure, but she was exhausted, and out of ideas, until, finally, in desperation, she asked Mina directly what she wanted to do.

The girl's eyes lit up immediately, and she toddled off to her nursery, returning with a diaper. "Do you need a change?" Bridget frowned. She'd just checked her, hadn't she?

"No," Mina shook her head, spreading out a changing mat on the floor. "Come here. We're going to play dress-up."

"Mina!" Bridget whined, squirming in place as she stared at the diaper. She'd changed so, so many diapers in her time as a babysitter... She'd never imagined wearing one herself for a job. "No way."

"You asked me what I want to do, and I want to play house!" Mina glared up at her as she knelt next to the mat. "Now get over here!"

Bridget nibbled her bottom lip, looking at the diaper again, then her charge's determined expression. In a way, if this really was what Mina wanted to do, this could be the easiest thing she'd had to do with the girl today, no matter how humiliating it was... "Fine," she rolled her eyes, shedding her underwear and sitting down on the diaper, letting out a tiny gasp at how soft it was, and the way it crinkled. Grinning, Mina immediately started to diaper her up, as Bridget gawked in disbelief that she was allowing this to happen.

Bridget felt exceedingly silly as Mina made her crawl around in her diaper and play with her toys, praying the whole time that the girl's parents wouldn't return early in the midst of this and find her this way. Finally, Mina appeared to grow tired of watching that and toddled to the kitchen, returning with one of her baby bottles filled with milk.

By then, Bridget didn't question it, was willing to do whatever it took to get through this. She laid down, head on Mina's lap, and nursed the bottle, swallowing it all down, even starting to feel a little sleepy, since Mina had, surprisingly, warmed it up for her...

And then, as she shifted her position, she felt something wrong. She frowned, her hand drifting to her crotch, feeling something there that she was very, very familiar with. She gasped, sitting up, face turning bright red when she looked down and saw the wet spot on her diaper... A wet spot that, as she watched, grew larger and larger, ignoring her best efforts to make it stop.

Her stomach churned as she turned to look at the smirking Mina, knowing right away what had happened. "Now you're just like me!" Mina crowed. "You'll have to hang out with me now, because we're the only girls our age who need diapers."

"B-But I don't!" Bridget insisted, despite the evidence otherwise. "I don't need diapers! I'm a big girl, not like you! I am!" She kicked her feet in frustration, pounding her hands on the floor, as it sank in how awful this was, how hard this was going to make the rest of her senior year, how there was no way she could face her babysitting charges when she was in diapers herself, how, after today, spending time with Mina was the last thing she wanted to do, even if, as her clients returned home to find her in soggy diapers, in the middle of a massive meltdown, it seemed as if that was exactly where she belonged.