The Pendant - Part 2 (Patreon)

"Pwease, pwease, pwease," Tara burbled around the thumb Eden had made her firmly plant in her mouth the last time she'd suggested this, standing in front of the girl in her wet diaper. Thankfully, Eden had let her change herself earlier, although the little brat had followed it up by immediately making her sitter wet herself again. "If you'we stiww up when youw Mommy gets home, she'ww be so upset... She won't wet me sit fow you again!"

Eden had drained enough of Tara's knowledge that the sitter couldn't read the clock anymore, but by looking out the window at how dark it had gotten - which made her heart beat a little fast, and a trickle of pee-pee escape into her pants - Tara knew it had to be getting close to time for the girl's mother to return. It wasn't even that she minded the thought of not being able to come here again... But, if she was caught, sitting around in a wet diaper, with Eden still awake, the woman would probably tell everyone else not to hire her, either.

"Fine," Eden sighed. "I guess you're right. But I'm certainly not going to bed before you."

"C-Can I pwease have my cwothes back?" Tara sniffled pitifully. "Pweeease?"

"Ugh, you're so whiny," Eden rolled her eyes, walking over to her closet, retrieving Tara's skirt, shirt, and shoes from where she'd tossed them after making her put on a nightshirt. "Here, get changed."

Tara had no choice, other than to obey, her body going into action before she could even think to stop herself, although, while it was getting her dressed, she was able to ask, "Where are my panties?" glad that the action had required her to pop her thumb out of her mouth so she could speak normally again.

"Those are for big girls," Eden informed her. "And, as much as you've been wetting yourself, I don't think you qualify anymore." She smiled as she saw the confused look on Tara's face. "Oh, qualify... That's a big word, isn't it? Do you know what that means?" Tara blushed, having to shake her head. She knew she ought to, that it wasn't really that difficult of a word, yet she couldn't place it. "It means you are not a big girl now... As if there could be any doubt."

Eden giggled as she reached out, giving Tara's soggy diaper a poke as she pulled her skirt on over it. There was a definite bulge underneath, one that Tara worried Eden's mother, as someone whose child was fairly recently in diapers herself, would recognize, if she didn't flat-out flash the thing to her, considering how short the skirt was. "She's gonna know!" Tara pouted, tugging at the skirt with one hand, while the other, satisfied that its job was done, returned to her mouth. "Pwease, wet me have my panties!"

"Tara," Eden said, in a tone that genuinely scared Eden, making the older girl back away, immediately wishing she'd kept her mouth shut as her charge lifted the hand holding the pendant, "If you mention 'panties' to me one more time, I'll erase every memory you have of them from your mind... I'll make it so you that, even if you go into a store that sells them, you can't see them, so you won't be able to buy yourself any new ones, either. I'll take every bit of your potty training, and I make sure you forget all about it, so that, even if you get this pendant back, you won't know to wish to have that part reversed. Now, which do you want? Your panties, or your diaper?"

Tara often felt small - she was a rather petite woman - but she'd never felt tinier than she did in that moment, standing in front of a child even shorter than her, being forced to mumble, "I want my diapew..."

"Of course you do," Eden giggled. "You're just a big baby, aren't you?" Tara had to nod. "Now, come on, let's go tuck you in."

There were no guest rooms, so Tara wasn't sure where Eden was taking her - not that it mattered, since, as soon as the girl took her hand, she had no choice, other than to follow. She paused momentarily when Eden opened the door into the hall, but Eden, thankfully, switched on the lights for her, walking ahead just enough to keep their path lit up.

It turned out they were going to the living room, where Eden had Tara lie down on the sofa, covering her with the afghan from the back. After what had happened when she'd requested her panties, Tara didn't dare ask to have her thumbsucking ended, although she did meekly beg, "Eden, pwease, wemembew to put youw Goodnites on... Youw Mommy wiww be mad if.."

"Hush," Eden commanded, and Tara instantly went silent. "We both know I don't need them, and it's time she knew, too. If she says anything to you, you're going to say you forgot, but that you think, in your professional opinion, that she should let me try going without them again. Got it?"

Tara nodded, knowing the question was rhetorical. She pulled the same trick on her charges, giving them pre-thought-out responses to make sure their parents knew the kids loved her, and wanted her - and only her - to come back and sit for them again.

"And, of course, you're going to tell her I was a perfect angel, and anytime she asks you to sit for me, you'll say yes, no matter what you have to drop to do it. You're never too busy to come over."

Tara nodded again, gulping behind her thumb. She might not mind the thought of not coming back here, and even leaving the pendant with Eden... She'd found it in an antique store, and never seen anything else like it there, or anywhere else, so she might not be able to replace it, but after being shown what it was like to be on the other end, she wasn't sure she wanted to use it anymore, anyway. Let Eden play with it, and torture someone else... Hopefully, one of them would be able to get it away from her, since Tara knew she couldn't.

Except, there might not be anyone to try. "Good girl," Eden smirked. "And I'll make sure Mommy always calls you whenever I need a sitter. Always."

Tara wiggled under her cover, wondering if Eden planned on doing that by simply begging her mother, or if she planned on using the pendant on her, as well. She'd never even dreamed of using the thing on her family, or any other adult, now that she thought about it. She probably could have used it to get a promotion at work, or lower - or get rid of entirely - her rent, or... Well, a million things! She'd always been nervous to try it on other grown-ups, though, afraid their minds might be too strong for the pendant to affect them, and they'd just wonder what she was doing with it, and think she was crazy. That was why she always had the kids ask for her to look after them again, rather than simply ordering the parents to do so, and pay her extra.

She had no evidence that was the case, yet it was the same sort of feeling she'd gotten when she'd thought to take it along on her first babysitting job, and to use it to calm down the bratty little boy she'd been taking care of that day. What did it mean, then, that it had worked so easily, and so thoroughly, on her?! Was she, mentally, barely any better than her charges? At the moment, with Eden having stolen most of her knowledge, it certainly felt like that... Heck, pretty much any of them, other than the toddlers, could probably out-score her on any test that was placed in front of them.

She had a sudden flash of going to work the next day, and that huge pile of papers sitting on her desk she knew she had to get through. There were all kinds of big words on them, way bigger than 'qualify'... The thought of reading through just one of those was incredibly intimidating, much less working though all of them. And, if she didn't, her boss would call her in and yell at her, and she was a very, very scary lady... Just imagining being berated by her made Tara tear up, and tinkle in her Pampers. Who knew how badly she'd react to the real thing?

And, across town, Eden would be sitting at her desk, using all the intellect she'd stolen from Tara to breeze through tests, to impress all her teachers by eagerly answering every question, and getting them all right. It would be a cinch for her, every bit as simple as Tara's day would be difficult. Tara didn't think of herself as brilliant, but, judging by how easy the girl's homework usually seemed when she helped her out - other than tonight, of course - she was positive Eden would be set for the next several years.

Tara, on the other hand, would have to struggle to keep her position, to not be fired outright. She'd probably also have to start wearing diapers, or at least Goodnites... So much was scary to her now, and the slightest jolt meant an accident, however tiny. Maybe Eden had been right not to give her back her panties... She'd have to be very, very careful whenever she dared to put real underwear on, and be extra certain she could get back home before it got dark out.

Speaking of the dark, she was going to have to buy herself a nightlight... Probably more than one. She had to have one for her bedroom, or she'd never be able to get to sleep, unless she simply kept all her lights on. It would help to have one in the hall, too, to help her find the lightswitch there without scaring herself by reaching into the darkness, and potentially making the whole late night run to the bathroom moot, and then one in the bathroom itself for the same reason. And, if she wanted something to drink, or a snack, another in her kitchen. Even if they didn't see, or smell, her diapers, anyone who walked into her house would assume a very, very small child lived there, as many nightlights as she'd have to buy, and keep lit.

If she was able to think of all these things, then surely Eden, who was way smarter than her at the moment, could, too. The girl couldn't really want to affect her life this much... Could she? Tara gasped again as her mind shifted to facing her other babysitting charges like this... So many of them were getting to be taller and stronger than her... And, without the pendant, she doubted she could keep them under control. She couldn't even rely on her superior intellect to outthink them, since she didn't have that, either. She would be completely at their mercy, more like a little sister than a babysitter.

She could see herself being locked outside, tied up, tricked into eating something gross... And the kids would never be in bed on time, since she'd have to rely on them to tell her what time it was. Not to mention what would happen if she dared wear panties, and wet herself in front of them, or if they somehow found out she had on Goodnites, or, even worse, a diaper... So many of them had boxes of diapers in their basements from when they were babies, that their parents had planned on donating to some other family and forgotten about; if she could fit into Eden's Pampers, she would almost definitely fit into any of those, too.

Her reputation for being the best babysitter for the worst kids was very quickly going to fade. If anything, people would think of her as the worst babysitter, the one who needed looking after herself. There were several parents she worked for that believed in corporal punishment... If they came back and found their children still up far past their bedtime, the house a wreck, and their sitter in diapers, she wouldn't put it past them to put her over their lap, and send her home with a sore bottom and a fresh diaper. The ones who didn't would probably make her stand in the corner while they took care of what they'd though they were paying her to do, then give her a long, disappointed lecture that would likely also end with her being put into a new diaper.

Of course, if Eden did plan on using the pendant on her mother, or if she figured out the right buttons to push to make sure her mother knew she only ever wanted one babysitter, and would throw a fit if she didn't get her way, none of that would matter. She'd always have a job here, with the little girl who had put her in that position, who had stolen her adulthood, who could make her do anything she wanted.

It was a terrifying glimpse into the future, one that Tara desperately hoped wouldn't come to pass. "E-Eden?" she sniffled, staring up at the girl from the couch. "Y-You awe gonna fix me, awen't you? I-I'm a big giwl... I can't be wike this..."

"Oh, sweetie," Eden smiled down at her. "Don't worry... I love you just the way you are. And I'm sure everyone else will, too. Now, hush, it's time for night-night." With that, before Tara could say anything else, could beg the girl to change her mind, she bent over and kissed her on the forehead. Instantly, Tara fell into a deep sleep, full of nightmares about what the coming days were going to hold, from which only Eden's mother returning could wake her, long after Eden herself - the only one who could fix any of this - was fast asleep, the pendant hidden away where nobody, certainly not a brain-drained babysitter, too scared of the dark to go into her room with the light off, and even more terrified of waking the child up by flipping the switch, could find it.