The Babysitter - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

"I'm sleepy," Tara made the doll say, lifting its soft arms to the sky in a feigned stretch. "I'd better take a nap!"

She hopped the doll through Aurora's enormous dollhouse, towards the nursery, and the crib inside, wiggling all the while and hoping the girl she was babysitting didn't recognize her behavior from her classmates at daycare... Or from herself. 

"Well, then you'd better wait there and let me get you in a diaper!" Aurora replied, Tara doing her best to stifle a giggle at the little's attempt to make her voice deeper, to sound bigger and more imposing, like she clearly thought the Mommy doll she was playing with out to seem. "You know you can't be trusted to sleep in your trainers, young lady!"

It was a speech, Tara had to assume, Aurora had heard many times directed at her since she'd been allowed out of diapers during the day, that she was only parroting now. It was also one Tara had been given fairly often since her adoption, embarrassingly. She knew it wasn't true, but that didn't mean much when her Momma said it with such authority...

And, to be honest, it wasn't entirely untrue anymore, either, just like it wasn't untrue that she was, sometimes, grateful for her Pull-Ups. Of course, that was all, no doubt, a part of her Momma's plan.

"I'm starting to think I need to get you a crib," Momma had mused, a few mornings after Tara's arrival, while giving the 'tweener her morning diaper check.

"Wh-What?!" Tara had squeaked. "B-But I'm in high school, Momma!" Already, by then, she'd known better than to protest that she was an adult... A high schooler still ought to have been mature enough to be allowed to stay in her big girl bed. No matter how immature it might be, with its bubblegum pink headboard, and plastic sheets, it was miles better than a crib!

Momma had put her hands on her hips, glaring down at her. "I know you're sneaking out of bed at night, young lady," she'd said. "Maybe you're going to the bathroom, maybe you're changing your diapers and hiding them goodness only knows where... And maybe you're up to something else altogether. I don't know, but I can't have it either way."

"Wh-What are you talking about, Momma?" Tara had been genuinely confused, since none of that was true. Momma had made it very clear that after Tara was tucked in, she was not to step foot out of her bed unless the house was on fire, and that, if Momma caught her doing it, she would be in very big trouble... And Tara had been far too intimidated to try it. "I-I haven't, I promise!"

Momma had sighed, stroking Tara's hair. "I wish I could believe you, dear... But I know that you're a bedwetter."

And that was all there was to it, obviously. Momma had decided it was true, and so, Tara had to make it so, whether she liked it or not, or face the consequences. That night, Tara hadn't used the toilet when she'd brushed her teeth for the night, and stayed up after lights out, squirming in the faint glow of her nightlight, struggling to let go of her bladder in that position, scared to sit up, much less step out of bed to squat.

Finally, she'd let out a tiny gasp as she felt it happen, a trickle making its way into her waiting pants, soaking into it, making it warm and swell ever so slightly. Her body stopped automatically, but now that she'd started, she knew it was inevitable, and, soon enough, she had soaked her overnight diaper... Just the way Momma wanted.

The first night had been tough, getting used to sleeping in such squishy padding, especially once it began to cool off and get more uncomfortable. She'd learned, by now, that it was best to try to drift off as soon as possible, and it was almost scary how accustomed she was getting to it by now.

Of course, things couldn't be as simple as that... She'd wet every night for a week after that, assuming that was what her Momma wanted, and desperate to keep her happy, and herself out of a crib. On the eighth morning, Momma hadn't given her a Pull-Up to change into after her morning shower, but told the girl that she'd be waiting for her in her bedroom when she finished.

And so she had, with a fresh diaper open and waiting on Tara's bed. "B-But Momma!" Tara had whined, tears stinging her eyes. "I-I just got up! I'm not going to bed!"

"I'm starting to worry about your control," Momma had told her. "I think it would be best if you stayed in these during the day for a little while, so I can be sure you aren't having problems then, too." Tara had not been happy, to say the least, but her protests had been declared a tantrum, and only served to earn her a spanking before Momma put her into the diaper anyway, and sent her to school.

She'd discovered since then that it was a delicate balance, keeping Momma happy. If she 'wet the bed' too many nights, she risked full-time diapers, usually for a week... If she did it too rarely, Momma would find ways to show her how helpless and immature she was, heaping punishments on her for the most minor infractions, only stopping when Tara gave in and gave her what she wanted, pretending to be a bedwetter again.

Technically, it wasn't pretending, though... Even if she was doing it consciously, she was peeing her pants in bed, her sheets saved only by the extra thick overnight diapers her Momma bought for her. Was she really any better than little Aurora, who did it accidentally? Or, in a way, was what she did more sad, more babyish?

Tara definitely felt pretty babyish now, her bladder aching as she frantically tried to extract herself from her charge's game for a moment so she could make it to the bathroom. "Why don't you take care of that?" she suggested, laying her doll on the miniature changing table in the dollhouse. "I'll..."

"No, you hafta do it!" Aurora pouted. "My fingers are too clumsy for those tiny safety pins!"

Littles did tend to have issues with their fine muscle control, and Tara didn't want the poor girl to end up poking herself... "Does she really need it?" she asked. "Can't she go without it this one time?" But one look at Aurora's face gave her the answer, no words required. "Fine," she sighed, leaning forward, the contents of her bladder sloshing inside her as she fumbled with the tiny cloth diaper and even tinier diaper pins, her desperation not making her feel much more coordinated than Aurora.

"There!" she announced proudly, showing off her handiwork. "Now, let's get her into her crib, and..."

"She needs her binkie!" Aurora huffed.

"Do you have one for her?" Tara frowned, squinting at the floor of the dollhouse nursery. She had seen, at some of her charges' houses, dolls that had a little magnet in their mouths for attaching pacifiers, or bottles, but she didn't think this was one of those.

Aurora shook her head, suddenly bashful. "No, not for her," she admitted. "You're playing with her, though..." She picked up one of her spare pacifiers, offering it to Tara.

She didn't know what it was, but littles absolutely loved seeing their babysitters use their pacis. They found it amusing, maybe, or it helped show them that they weren't that different from them after all, despite their size differences. The first time, Tara had told herself she was doing it just to make her charge happy, and it did always do that... To be honest, there was something soothing about it, however, and Momma had caught her sucking her thumb at home once or twice, after she'd 'humored' her charges a few times.

Momma had threatened to buy her a pacifier of her own if she kept it up, which really only made her want to do it more... So long as Momma didn't get one of the inflatable ones. Until then, though, she was more than happy to do whatever it took to keep her littles happy.

It was especially nice this time. "Okay," she mumbled around it. "Now, baby's in her crib... Can you keep an eye on her while I...?"

"Oh!" Aurora's eyes widened. "I hafta go potty!"

Of course she did... Tara should have asked her before now, seeing how engrossed she was in her game, knowing how difficult that made it for littles to notice when they needed to go. She'd been more enthralled in it than she cared to admit, too, though, which was probably why it hadn't crossed her mind, even when her own potty needs were forefront in her mind.

Aurora was the priority, obviously, so Tara sighed and nodded, guiding the girl over to the potty seat, helping her slide down her trainers and plop down on it. Tara was proud of the girl, seeing that her padding was dry... Even jealous, to a degree, knowing that her own already wasn't, and was going to get worse very soon if she didn't hurry...

"I think you're good for a..." she started to straighten up, Aurora grabbing her hand to stop her.

"No!" she sniffled, staring up into her sitter's eyes. "You hafta stay with me!"

Tara squirmed, cheeks warming as she heard the sound of liquid dripping, which only made it harder for her to control her own bladder, while Aurora demonstrated her own control. The poor little thing looked so small, so vulnerable, so cute... How could she say no? "Okay," she nodded, staying put, even as she felt a trickle, and then a deluge, into her already damp Pull-Ups.

"All done!" Aurora declared.

"N-Not quite," Tara answered without thinking, turning bright red at the quizzical look Aurora gave her. "J-Just stay there for an extra second or two," she instructed, as if her initial words had been directed at the girl and not herself. "Just in case..." 

Thankfully, she hadn't leaked, but a squeeze of her thighs told her how close she was. She'd still need to find an excuse to go change at some point, but it didn't feel as urgent anymore, now that the damage was done... And Aurora was so excited about her victory that Tara couldn't help but agree to letting her have some ice cream, and play another game with her, and let her 'help' cook dinner in a safe way, fetching ingredients from the pantry that were in non-breakable containers, keeping her well away from knives, and the stove.

She got so wrapped up in it that she eventually forgot her own issue, until she'd given Aurora her nightly bath, put her into a diaper of her own - which was far easier than diapering her doll - and tucked her into bed. Only when she plopped down at the kitchen table to do some homework did she remember how soggy she was... "Ugh!" she groaned, leaning forward and resting her head on the table, fully intending to get up after a moment and go change herself...

Instead, she was woken up with a shake of her shoulders, slowly coming to and finding her chair surrounded by a puddle. Fortunately, it was Aurora's Mommy and Daddy, and not Aurora herself who had found her that way... Less fortunately, they weren't pleased, especially when they found her spare Pull-Up in her bag, scolding her for not being responsible enough to change herself into it rather than making a mess of their house.

The spanking she'd narrowly avoided when she'd arrived came then, followed by her being taped into one of the same diaper she'd put Aurora into not that long ago, the garment just barely big enough for her as well. She was driven home by Mr. Dobson, who explained it all to Tara's Momma in person, while Tara squirmed and sniffled in silence, knowing she was in for at least another spanking for misbehaving and making her Momma look bad to some of the other parents in the neighborhood, and probably other punishments, too.

Tara didn't expect to hear from the Dobsons again after that, sadly, since Aurora was an adorable, sweet girl, but, to her surprise, her Momma got a call from them the next day. "I'm so very sorry," Momma apologized again, putting the phone on speaker. "If you'd like me to pay for cleaning, I'd..."

"No, there's no need," Mrs. Dobson told her. "Actually, we'd like to have her babysit for us tomorrow night."

"Are you sure?" Momma frowned.

"We are," Mrs. Dobson sighed. "We didn't think we'd use her again, but Aurora loves her, so we want to give her another chance... We have some conditions, though."

"Oh, of course," Momma nodded. "And if one of them is for her to be in diapers..." she glared at Tara, who blushed and shrank away.

"It certainly is," Mrs. Dobson sniffed.

"You don't have to worry, then," Momma said. "Tara is in diapers full-time for the next month after that incident, so she'll definitely be in one tomorrow night, babysitting job or not. And she'd be happy to do it for free to make up for last time, wouldn't you?"

Not getting paid meant it would feel more like she was just hanging out with an equal, rather than babysitting... Especially when she was in diapers, and Aurora trainers. But there was only one proper response to that - and most anything else - and it was, "Yes, Momma."