The Babysitter's Helper - Part 3 (Patreon)

Things only got better from there. A couple weeks later, Cheshire got another call from Isla's parents, asking if she was available again, even offering her more money, because of a 'new problem' she would have to deal with. Cheshire had no idea what that could be - though she was sure she knew an easy solution to it - until she actually got there, and Isla's mother took her to the girl's room.

"I'm afraid she's developed the same problem as Joel," she said, opening Isla's dresser to show off a whole row of girls' Goodnites waiting there. "It just started out of nowhere... Actually, it was the morning after the last time you were here, we found her wearing one of Joel's, and she was soaked. Ever since then, she always whines about putting them on, and yet, she wakes up wet every day."

Cheshire squirmed, knowing full well why that had started, feeling slightly guilty that the reason the girl's parents were paying her extra was because of her sloppy hypnosis job... Not that she was going to say no now. "I'm sure I can handle her," Cheshire assured the girl's mother.

They left Isla's room, the parents and Joel saying goodbye to the girl, who was sulking in the living room, before heading out. Cheshire waved to them from the front porch, then awkwardly joined Isla, wondering just how much she really remembered of their last night together, whether she also knew her new bedwetting problem was her babysitter's fault.

As soon as she got back to the living room, however, she saw that the girl was holding something, dangling it from her hand, and, once Cheshire got close enough, beginning to swing it, starting to speak... It took a long moment to recognize it from the other side, just long enough that Cheshire was able to think about slamming her hands over her ears, shutting her eyes, yet too long to actually be able to do either. Her arms felt heavy, her eyes laser focused on the dangling pacifier as it went back and forth, back and forth...

"Is that it?" Isla asked, letting the pacifier stop, edging closer to Cheshire. Cheshire wanted to tell her no, that it hadn't worked, but her mouth refused to cooperate, either. "Good," the girl grinned. "Now, come here... I have a special treat for you..."

Cheshire had no choice but to follow the girl, shuffling along behind her to the bathroom on the opposite side of the hall from the girl's room. Isla opened the cabinet under the sink, where Cheshire saw a whole row of small, plastic bottles, topped with bright orange caps. "Take one!" Isla urged. "There are plenty... Any time you're here, you're going to want to come here as soon as you can to get one; don't worry, I'll make sure it's always stocked for you."

From there, Cheshire, eyeing the bottle nervously, still trying to figure out what it was, followed Isla to the guest bedroom. "Take off your shorts and panties," Isla told her, "and hop up on the bed." That made Cheshire even more anxious, stripping in front of the girl, not that she had any choice. "Good girl," Isla mocked. "Now... Take off the cap, slid the nozzle up your bottom... And squeeze."