Published: May 8th 2022, 12:01:02 pm
"Momma!" Tara whined, stomping her foot. "Please... I-It's bad enough I have to babysit for Aurora this way..."
"Tara!" Momma snapped, putting a quick end to Tara's protests. She knew that tone in the Amazon's voice, and she knew better than to test the woman when she heard it. "I already told them you'd be happy to do it, and you are not going to make them scramble to find a replacement for you now just because you have to wear a diaper."
Tara sniffled, tugging at the hem of her skirt, wanting to point out that she didn't HAVE to wear a diaper, that it was only because of the punishment Momma had set, and she could end it early... There were only a few days left now, after all...
But she didn't. That was too close to arguing, and if she did too much of that, there was a chance Momma would extend how long she had to wear diapers. A whole month had been more than enough! Though... Well, she didn't like them, but they weren't that much worse than her Pull-Ups, she supposed... Most of the time. Trying to keep them hidden at school, and on her babysitting jobs, did suck, as did all the teasing she had to endure when she failed.
Dewey wasn't a bad little, thankfully, so it probably wouldn't be too bad... The main reason she wanted to avoid him was knowing that Kaitlyn might show up at some point.
Sure enough, the girl was there, waiting, smirking on the sofa as she watched Tara being led around the house, being reminded of all the rules, struggling to keep from waddling. She already looked ridiculous enough in her white tights, her denim skirtall, her pink shirt... She didn't need Kaitlyn to know she was in full-on diapers, too, just like her adopted brother!
"Have a good afternoon," their mother told Tara. "Have fun shopping," she called to Kaitlyn.
"Oh, I will," Kaitlyn grinned, waving to her from the living room, waiting for the woman's car to pull away before getting up and marching over to Tara.
"Umm... H-Hi..." Tara squirmed anxiously. Kaitlyn got to wear clothes that were so much more grown-up than hers, even disregarding the big, crinkly padding between her thighs... And she was so popular at school... One word to her friends, and Tara's life there would be ruined...
"I've heard a funny little rumor about you," Kaitlyn sneered. "I haven't had a chance to check it out at school without teachers around to get mad at me for being a bully... But now..."
Tara saw the other girl reaching for the hem of her skirt, took a step away, heart pounding as she bumped into the wall. "K-Kaitlyn," she squeaked. "I-I need to go check on Dewey, a-and..."
Kaitlyn snatched at her skirt again, and this time, Tara had nowhere to go, no way to escape. She wrestled with Kaitlyn for a moment or two, but it was quickly too late, her dress lifted, diaper exposed. "Oh, my God!" Kaitlyn squealed. "This is too good... I can't believe my mom wanted you to babysit when you're just a dumb baby yourself!"
"I am not!" Tara fumed.
"Yes, you are," Kaitlyn spun her around, shoving her into the nearest corner. "And you're going to stay right here until my mom gets home, to help you remember that."
"Kaitlyn!" Tara pouted. "I can't do that! I need to look after Dewey!"
"You're not mature enough for that," Kaitlyn mocked. "Good thing I wasn't really planning on going shopping today... I'll just have to babysit both of you. And it wouldn't be fair to have to do that for free..." She picked up Tara's backpack, from where she'd set it down when she walked in, giggling when she found Tara's spare diaper. "If you're very good, maybe I'll even change you," she said, before moving on to Tara's purse. "Let's see... This is how much mom is going to pay you... And I'd say this is fair payment for looking after you..."
"Kaitlyn!" Tara sniffed again. "Th-That's my babysitting money!" That didn't stop the girl from pocketing it. "You're so mean!"
"Oh, am I?" Kaitlyn smiled at her evilly, immediately making Tara regret her words. "I guess you'll find out soon enough..."
Tara did, indeed, as Kaitlyn went off to Dewey's nursery, supposedly to check on him, only to return a few minutes later to hike up Tara's skirt, reach beneath her tights and her diaper, and slip something into her backside.
"Wh-What did you do?!" Tara whimpered, wiggling her bottom, sure she could feel the invaders slithering up inside of her.
"Nothing," Kaitlyn replied, clearly lying, giving Tara's diaper a pat. "Now, be quiet, Dewey's trying to watch TV."
"H-He's out here?!" Tara's face turned bright red, thinking of her babysitting charge seeing her this way. Sure enough, she heard the sound of the TV switching on, and some barely concealed laughter.
That was far from the worst thing that happened on the job, however... Because it wasn't long at all before her tummy began to rumble, and she realized exactly what Kaitlyn had done. "K-Kaitlyn, please..." she begged, bouncing in place. "Pl-Please, can I..?"
"You can shut up and get your nose back in the corner," Kaitlyn told her, "or I can show all my friends these adorable pictures I've been taking of you in time-out."
Tara only increased Kaitlyn's blackmail stash, too, as she inevitably wasn't able to hold the suppository for much longer, her knees buckling as she helplessly filled her diaper, right in front of Kaitlyn's waiting camera, and Dewey. Even being certain she was being filmed, and knowing how much more infantile it made her seem, she couldn't stop herself from crying, from blubbering out, "Pl-Please, Kaitlyn! Pl-Please, let me change!"
This was, easily, the worst part of being in diapers... Thankfully, so long as she behaved herself, Momma would usually let her use the potty, if she had to go when she was at home, but if she acted up at all, she'd say no, make Tara go through the humiliation of pooping her pants, like most of her charges did, to remind her of how small and childish she was in comparison to Momma... Tara still wasn't used to it, and she wasn't sure she ever would be... Or that she wanted to do it enough to get to that point.
Doing it in front of one of her classmates, and someone she was supposed to be babysitting? That was a whole new level of mortification, especially when it happened with her standing in the corner, diaper exposed, other than the tights stretched over it, no doubt giving them both quite a show.
"I don't think so," Kaitlyn told her. "Little babies who mess themselves can't be trusted to change their own diapers... I'll take care of it before mom gets home... If I think you deserve it."
Kaitlyn had already been in control, but this just cemented it... As hard as it was to keep standing there, trying not to whine and complain about the state of her diaper, Tara was going to do it, because she couldn't let their mother see her the girl she'd hired to babysit her son this way... And she really couldn't go home to her own Momma in a dirty diaper. That was the entire reason Momma had sent her there with the spare diaper in the first place, just in case... If she wasn't even responsible enough to change herself after this...
Tara shuddered, not wanting to think about it. At the very least, she suspected she'd be kept in diapers even longer than that initial month... More likely, she'd be losing more big girl privileges, and she had far too few of those left to begin with. So, like it or not, Kaitlyn was now her babysitter, and she was going to do whatever the girl wanted.
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That attitude extended long after the babysitting job was over. Kaitlyn had been more than pleased to show Tara the video she'd taken of her filling her pants, which, of course, had no context for why it was happening, no explanation that it hadn't been her fault... And that was all it took for Tara to accept that she had to do anything Kaitlyn said, whether it was doing her homework for her, or peeing her pants on command, even after she got her Pull-Ups back.
"This is gonna go on my chart!" she'd complain sometimes. "I'm gonna get in trouble!" But, if anything, that made Kaitlyn more excited to see her do it.
Kaitlyn got so much glee out of pushing her around, Tara was positive that, when her Momma told her she'd been invited to a sleepover that weekend, it was bound to be with her. She considered tattled to Momma, telling her that Kaitlyn was being mean to her - without going into specifics, obviously - but she knew that was a bad idea... If she got Kaitlyn in trouble, things would only get worse for her in the long run...
"Do I have to?" she pouted. She didn't really have to have an excuse... Momma was quite aware of her own pattern, of how she'd set up all of the previous sleepovers Tara had attended, and how they were all with girls whose parents were very strict, and who assumed that any 'tweener was likely to be a bedwetter... Most of the time, they wanted to keep her diapered through her entire stay, to be safe, and more than once, they'd treated her no better than a little, insisting on feeding her and bathing her themselves, too.
"Yes, you do," Momma replied.
It might be good, Tara attempted to rationalize. She knew - or was pretty confident, at least - that Kaitlyn's mother wasn't as strict as most of the other parents she'd slept over with... Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as those had been... Except, Kaitlyn's mother wouldn't have to be, if Kaitlyn herself was... And what if she invited some of her other friends over, too?! Dewey had told her about how his sister and her friends liked to dress him up like a doll and tease him when their mom wasn't around... Would they do the same to her? Or would they do something even more humiliating?!
To her surprise, however, on the night of the sleepover, Momma didn't drive her to Kaitlyn's house at all... She went in the exact opposite direction, dropping her off at a house Tara had never seen before, accompanying her up to the door, where Staci, not Kaitlyn, answered, her hair in ribbons, wearing a fluffy, footed sleeper with a very obvious diaper bulge. "H-Hi," she waved bashfully.
Tara felt such a huge sense of relief over not having to spend the night with Kaitlyn, she hardly even cared that it seemed this was going to be another of her typical sleepovers instead. "Hi!" she gave Staci a big hug.
"How sweet," Staci's Mommy commented from behind her. "Now, honey, I'm happy to have you over, but I'm afraid there are a few rules that you're going to have to follow as long as you're in my house..."