Proving A Point - Part 5 (Patreon)

Cheshire stared up at the woman, at a complete loss for words. There really wasn't much she could say... She glanced over at Amelia, hoping for an assist, but the girl was just standing there innocently beside her mother, like this all hadn't been her fault.

"Umm... Well..."

What could she say? How did you explain something like this? Friday afternoon, she'd shown up, a perfectly normal, responsible young adult; now, Sunday evening, she saw sitting on the floor of her charge's bedroom, sucking on a pacifier, wearing tights, a onesie, and - worst of all - a diaper... A wet one, at that.

It certainly didn't help that this was the first time in a day and a half that she'd been able to think about anything. Ever since that second round of hypnosis, her mind had all but dissipated... She could remember now struggling to even figure out a ring stacking game that she knew now should have taken her ten seconds, tops. 

She'd spent her time crawling around, babbling, crying, using her diaper without a second thought, for all intents and purposes a real - if oversized - baby. Amelia had fed her, changed her, bathed her, taken care of her every whim. The girl really was a good babysitter... Cheshire just wished she would have chosen an actual child to look after, rather than her. 

"I'm waiting," the woman tapped her foot impatiently.

Would she even believe Cheshire if she told the truth? Cheshire knew she probably wouldn't have, herself... "I..." she started to say, stopping as she felt a cramp in her tummy. She bent forward, cheeks red as, to her horror, she felt her body push, filling her diaper right there in front of Amelia and her mother.

"All right, I think you'd better go," the woman shook her head, wrinkling her nose almost as much as Cheshire was.

"Should I change her?" Amelia offered, finally speaking up. "I've been doing it all weekend... I'm very good at it!"

"No," her mother replied. "I think she ought to stay in it and think about what she's done..." Cheshire blushed and squirmed. "But a good babysitter like you definitely deserves to be paid, don't you think?" She gave Cheshire a pointed look, and the humiliated girl on the floor nodded, carefully climbing to her feet and hurrying to retrieve her purse.

Behind her, she heard Amelia saying, "I told you I was ready to be a babysitter!" 

Cheshire shuffled back in, her onesie and tights making sure to keep her diaper pressed tightly against her, ensuring she never forgot, for one moment, about her not-so-little accident. Amelia beamed, holding her hand out, and Cheshire nervously glanced over at her mother, pulling bill after bill from her purse until the woman seemed satisfied. Unsurprisingly, she didn't offer to pay Cheshire... Once she'd paid up, she said, "Now, it's time for you to go home," and started to walk towards the front door, clearly intending for Cheshire to follow.

Cheshire was in no mood to argue, though she did pause for a moment when Amelia gave her lumpy diaper a hard swat and whispered, "Mommy agreed, so I can be a sitter now... Thanks for helping me prove my point. See you soon, baby."