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The Troublemaker

Published: September 12th 2022, 12:00:07 pm

"Why is she in a room all by herself?" Dakota asked with a frown. She didn't want to be difficult, of course, especially not when she was so new on the job, but that did strike her as strange.

"Oh, you know how it is," Mercedes shrugged. "She's a bit of a troublemaker, so it's easier to keep her away from the other kids."

"And... They want me to take care of her?" Dakota furrowed her brow. 

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Do you want me to tell them that you're not up for it?"

Dakota shook her head; that probably wasn't a good idea, either... She felt like it was the dream of every 'tweener to be able to work in a daycare, to look after littles all day, and give them no choice except to do what you told them, but, unlike with a nanny job, be able to go home and get away from it all in the evenings, and have a while where you didn't have to worry about diaper changes or temper tantrums. It was definitely hers, though it had been far harder than she would have expected to find a daycare that would take her.

"We don't hire Betweeners anymore," she'd heard, multiple times. "They're too unreliable."

It wasn't fair... She was great with kids, she had glowing references, she knew she would be perfect for the job... But nobody wanted to give her a chance for the longest time. And now that she'd finally found somewhere that would, within a few days she'd started hearing talk about giving her a promotion because of how well she was doing, which proved she was right all along... Saying no to this, however, wasn't likely to win her any brownie points with her bosses.

"No," she shook her head. "I'm sure I can handle her."

She took the bottle from Mercedes and headed off to the other room, shocked to find a whole other nursery with only one girl inside. She was even more surprised to see that she was a 'tweener, too, though, from a distance, she wouldn't have guessed as much, thanks to her brightly colored blue and purple hair, and her outfit, consisting of a pink t-shirt and a white diaper. She hadn't realized the daycare took 'tweener charges... She could see why, if she was as bad as Mercedes claimed, they'd want to keep her away from the smaller students, however.

"Wow," she commented as she stepped inside, smiling as she heard the soft, tinkling nursery rhymes playing over the speakers. "Must be nice... Misbehaving, and then getting a whole big room all to yourself!"

The girl looked up at her from behind the thumb firmly lodged in her mouth, and Dakota could have sworn she saw a smile growing there. "Guess so," she mumbled.

"Well," Dakota knelt down in front of her, offering her the bottle of milk she'd been sent in with, "my name is Dakota, and I'm here to take care of you for a bit... Is there anything you need?"

"I'm Bailey," the girl told her as she sat up, "and I could think of all sorts of things you could do for me..."

"Oh, you can, huh?" Dakota chuckled. "Well, we'll see what I can do. For now, I have some nice milk..." Bailey wrinkled her nose. "Come on, you need this to grow up big and strong!"

"Yeah, right," Bailey sniffed. "That story might work on the littles, but I know I'm an adult, and I'm not going to be growing any more."

Dakota chuckled. "An adult, huh?" she teased, reaching out to give the girl's diaper a poke, surprised at what she felt there. "Wow..." She scooted around Bailey, slipping her hand beneath the girl's bottom, Bailey all too happy to comply, getting up on all fours to lift her backside up and give Dakota a better view. "You're soaked! Why didn't you ask for a change, sweetie?"

Just from the outside, her fingers probing at the sodden padding, she couldn't imagine it was very comfortable at all... She was shocked that she'd come in to find Bailey resting so casually, seemingly not bothered by it at all. If it were her, she was certain she would have been blubbering, begging for a fresh diaper as soon as she saw anyone who might be able to help her with that.

"It's not so bad," Bailey shrugged, wiggling her bottom, diaper crinkling softly against Dakota's hand positioned beneath it. "Actually... It's kind of nice."

"Seriously?" Dakota asked skeptically. She could see a little claiming that sort of thing... Whether they really did like it, or were just used to the sensation, and had convinced themselves that they did because they had no choice other than to get used to it, she couldn't say. Hearing it from another 'tweener seemed like sacrilege.

"Yeah," Bailey giggled, continuing to squirm, her face starting to turn a bit pink, her breath quickening... Only then did Dakota realize what was happening, gasping and pulling her hand away, keeping the girl from rubbing against it the way she had been.

"Bailey!" she scolded, feeling dirty for even being involved in that, whether she'd known it or not. Honestly, she probably should have known, should have been able to recognize it and put a stop to it more quickly... The concept was so foreign to her, however, that she was just glad it had happened in time, before Bailey could get off.

Bailey rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in a huff. "What? It is!"

"No, it isn't!" Dakota told her. "It's gross!" Littles would get caught humping things in their diapers now and then, but that was to be expected from them, and they at least had enough dignity to try to hide it... It was hard to believe a 'tweener would do this, especially as blatantly as this.

"Like you would know anything about it," Bailey scoffed. 

"Okay, you've got me there," Dakota had to admit. "But that's because I'm an adult, and not a baby."

"Trust me," Bailey giggled, starting to squirm in place, rubbing her diaper against the floor, "I don't feel like a baby when I'm doing this... I bet your boyfriend has never made you feel like this..."

"All right!" Dakota grabbed her by the wrist, blushing, hauling her up off of the floor and over to the changing table. "You're getting a change, and then I'm putting you down for a nap, and... Get up on the table!"

Clearly, it was assumed that one of the Amazons was going to be caring for Bailey, because there was no footstool, nothing to help Dakota get the girl up onto the surface. If she'd been a little, Dakota could have picked her up and plopped her down with no problem, no matter how much she tried to fight, but now, when the differences in their sizes was so small, there wasn't much she could do. She pushed the girl against the edge of the table, hoping that would do it, that she would sit, and she could take it from there...

"Make me," Bailey stuck her tongue out. "You're a big girl, right? Surely you're capable of changing a baby like me..."

"Fine!" Dakota exclaimed, letting go of Bailey to grab a changing mat off of one of the shelves of the table, spreading it out on the floor. "The table would have been nicer, but I can change you right here, and... Hey!"

As she was trying to straighten the mat out, leaning over it, she felt herself being shoved down with surprising strength, sprawling over it, and, before she could get back up, Bailey had flipped her over and planted her soggy bottom onto Dakota's stomach, pinning her to the changing pad beneath her. "L-Let me up!" Dakota demanded, only for the final word to be obscured by the nipple of the bottle she'd brought in for Bailey being shoved into her mouth.

"Stop it!" she demanded. "Help!" But all her shouting did was send a cascade of milk into her mouth, and, despite herself, she had no choice other than to swallow, the bottle still being held in place, keeping her from spitting it out. It was thicker than she'd have expected, and sweeter, and just from her first gulp, she could feel her brain growing a bit hazy from the humiliation of what was happening, at how she'd let herself be overpowered by someone she was supposed to be taking care of, someone still in diapers.

By the time Bailey had forced the whole bottle's worth of milk down her throat, she was almost too dazed to realize what was happening as the girl got a diaper off the table, setting it next the the changing pad before sliding down Dakota's skirt and panties. "N-No," Dakota whimpered, shaking her head. "Y-You can't... I-I'm not a baby..."

"Trust me," Bailey giggled. "You're gonna love it."

Dakota squirmed uselessly, heart pounding as she felt the soft, bulky diaper being slid beneath her bottom, trying to stop it from being pulled up between her legs and fastened... But probably not as hard as she could have. She had to admit, after seeing how much Bailey had been enjoying it, there was a part of her that was curious to see if it could possibly feel that good, and that part had only grown louder after guzzling all that milk.

"There we go!" Bailey declared, giving the snug diaper a pat, Dakota letting out a tiny whimper in response. "Isn't that better?"

"No!" Dakota pouted, knowing that was what she should say... Honestly, though, it wasn't nearly as bad as she'd imagined. She wasn't sure she'd say it was good, exactly, though she couldn't help squirming, wiggling her bottom in its new underwear, every movement bringing her a bit closer to that opinion.

"Well, you haven't gotten the full effect yet," Bailey shrugged, yanking Dakota's shirt over her head.

"Hey!" Dakota protested, shivering as she realized she'd been left in just a diaper while Bailey toddled over to the closet. She should snatch her clothes back, discipline this brat... But she was curious to see what she had in mind...

Bailey put her into a pink crop-top with a lacy heart on the front, guaranteeing that her diapers would be on full display, and a pair of white plastic pants with rows and rows of ruffles across the back. Dakota looked, for all the world, like any other little girl here at the daycare... If any of the other workers saw her this way, she would never, ever live it down... "Are you happy now?" she sulked.

"Yep!" Bailey grinned. "You can change me now."

It felt very different, giving a diaper change while she, herself, was in a diaper, trying to get used to the feel of it between her legs, and the fact that the crinkling sound she was so used to was now coming from her... She didn't feel particularly grown-up anymore, knowing that the only reason she was able to do it now was that Bailey was letting her, going along with it... 

Bailey let her put her down for a nap, too, curling up under her covers, smugly sucking on her pacifier, showing no signs of being upset about it. That made it feel like she'd won, somehow, which prompted Dakota to want to rip off these stupid baby clothes and get back to normal...

But... Watching Bailey quickly drift off, so happy and content... Dakota couldn't deny that she was curious... And if she didn't sate that curiosity now, who knew where else it might come out, working in a place like this... Blushing bright red, she toddled over to the dresser, looking at the box of pacifiers, and, feeling very silly, picking one out for herself...

She had no idea how long she'd stood there, sucking away at the paci peacefully, before she snapped out of it. She blushed, shifting in place, hating how nice that had made her feel... And noticing, when she did, a new sensation between her legs... A squishiness that hadn't been there before... A wetness...

"No way!" she gasped, reaching down and giving her diaper a squeeze. Right away, she recognized that feeling... She'd checked many a wet diaper before, after all... Just never her own. Had the pacifier really relaxed her so much that she'd peed her pants without realizing it?!

"Oh, this is bad," she shook her head, mumbling behind her paci, not even considering taking it out, despite what had just happened. "This is really bad..." If anyone else saw her now, what was she going to tell them?! She could maybe have passed the outfit off as her playing dress-up with Bailey to keep her amused, but actually using the diaper? There was no excuse for that!

Except... Her blush deepened as she noticed she'd kept her hand on her diaper, had started to rub herself... Bailey had been right; it was kind of nice... 

No! She couldn't think that way! This was something only the most hopeless, babified littles would do... But... She couldn't get what else Bailey had said out of her mind... 'I bet your boyfriend has never made you feel like this...'

When was she ever going to get another opportunity to test that, to see if it was true? She stole a glance back at the crib, triple-checking that the girl was asleep, that she wouldn't know, that nobody would... And then she found a pillow, just the right size, setting it down on the floor and straddling it, feeling ridiculous, almost changing her mind... Until she started to hump it, grinding against it in her wet diaper.

"Oh, my God," she squeaked. She shouldn't do this... Already, she knew it was going to be amazing, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to go back... She didn't want to end up like Bailey, stuck here in a daycare, being treated like a baby... But... Why not? If that meant she could do this as much as she wanted, then why wouldn't she want that? Other than, of course, the fact that she was an adult, and she knew it, that she was supposed to be a worker here, not a charge... 

She moaned into her pacifier, moving faster and faster, her whole body feeling as if it was on fire, in a good way, to the point where she couldn't keep herself from slipping out of her shirt, rubbing her bare chest as she moved closer and closer to release...

"I don't know why she'd be in here, but I guess we can check," she heard Mercedes' voice. "I told her this place was off-limits for 'tweeners."

Dakota panted, trying to catch her breath, to make herself stop, her heart pounding. She couldn't help it, though... She was so close... But so was Mercedes, and whoever she had with her, clearly right outside of the door judging by how well she could hear the girl. 

"Well, I can't imagine she would be there, then. Dakota follows the rules." Dakota winced; she was glad to hear the woman believed that, but she'd hoped it would be anyone there except Gayle, the Amazon who ran this place, who thought so highly of her. "There must have been some sort of emergency, and she had to leave... I wish she would have told somebody, but I'm sure she had her reasons for vanishing like this." Dakota smiled, hearing that Gayle still trusted her, that she wasn't falling for Mercedes' lies... That she was, hopefully, going to leave Dakota in peace to finish up... 

She could hear Mercedes' frustration at being foiled. "But..."

"I'll have a talk with her about vanishing in the middle of the work day," Gayle assured her. "As long as she has a good reason for it, though, I'm not going to hold it against her too much. It certainly isn't going to get me to change my mind about that promotion."

"I've been here so much longer than her!" Mercedes fumed, accompanied by a sound that could only have been her stomping her feet. "It's not fair!"

"Keep it up," Gayle warned coolly, "and you're going to wind up right in there with Bailey, young lady. I don't tolerate tantrums from my students, and I certainly won't tolerate them from people who are supposed to be grown-ups."

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Mercedes replied, Dakota grinning, knowing that she'd won, without even having to be present... And now she knew that she'd have to come up with an excuse for the time she'd been away from the main nursery room, which gave her time to think up a good one...

"While we're here, though," Gayle said, "I suppose we ought to check on Bailey... I'm sure she's ready for a change by now."

Dakota gasped, looking around herself, seeing where she'd flung her shirt, too far away for her to easily grab, and looking down at herself, at her wet diaper, so naughtily wriggling on top of the pillow, moments away from release... She needed to stop, to hide, to keep herself from being caught, knowing that, if she was, her life as a big girl was over... And that she'd have no real defense, no meaningful argument to stop that from happening...

But... What was she going to do? The closet was too far away for her to get to before the door opened, and there were no other good hiding spots... If she kept going, maybe she'd get to orgasm first, to see if Bailey was right, if this had all been worth it... It was a stupid, immature, short-sighted decision... That, however, seemed appropriate, considering what she'd become, what she'd allowed herself to sink to, in the name of curiosity...

She didn't make it. The door opened, and all she could do was sit there, straddling the pillow, gulping as she pulled the paci out of her mouth and stammered, "I-I can explain..."

"I certainly hope so," Gayle raised an eyebrow, stepping over to the changing table to grab a hairbrush before crossing her arms expectantly, glaring down at Dakota, while Mercedes watched gleefully from outside the door. Dakota wasn't sure if there was anything she could have said to get herself out of this, knowing that trying to blame Mercedes was only going to make it look like she was lying, that Gayle was sure to believe Mercedes' own lies over hers given how things looked now. 

If there was, she definitely wasn't going to come up with them now, her desperation making it hard to think of anything except the wet padding between her thighs, just as obsessed with it as Bailey had been, if not more-so, already hopelessly addicted to her diapers. "I-I... I-It was the bottle," she insisted. "O-Or the hypnosis you use here, or..."

That was it... Those nursery rhymes playing had to be hypnosis, and whatever was in the bottle Mercedes had given her had been to amplify the effects... It wasn't her fault...

"Don't be ridiculous," Gayle scoffed. "We don't use hypnosis... Definitely not here. Bailey doesn't need it... She's here by choice."

"B-But..." Dakota protested. "Th-The bottle! Mercedes gave me that bottle, and..."

"Don't try to pass the blame, young lady," Gayle scolded. "Bailey loves nothing more than to try to convince other 'tweeners to join her... It isn't Mercedes' fault if you fell for that, especially after she warned you to stay away."

"She didn't!" Dakota whined... But why would Gayle trust her now? Dakota wasn't sure she could trust herself, if that was true, if a few words from Bailey had been all it took to turn her into a naughty little diaper-humping baby who fully deserved the spanking Gayle was about to dish out to her.