The Babysitter - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

"I'm so sorry," Staci assured her, for what might have been the tenth time already, as she squirmed bashfully in place, her own diaper crinkling loudly enough to be heard even through the thick fabric of her sleeper.

Tara chuckled, shaking her head. Was she happy about being dressed exactly like the other girl, just in a different color of sleeper? No, of course not... But it was still better than what she'd feared was going to happen tonight. She had little doubt that she would have wound up in diapers either way; if that was the case, she'd much rather be with somebody else who was also being forced to wear them.

"It's nowhere near bedtime!" Staci complained. "Even if she doesn't trust us at night, we should be allowed to dress normally until it's at least dark out!" She sulked, staring out her window, pouting.

"It's okay," Tara promised. "I know it wasn't your idea... And what can you do if your Mommy decides to do something?"

Staci rolled her eyes. "Right?! She puts me in this, like, as soon as I get home, so she can put me straight to bed any time if I misbehave!" Tara saw the anger building up in the girl's face, only to be quickly replaced by embarrassment. "I-I mean..."

Obviously, she hadn't meant to reveal that little detail, to let Tara - or anyone, most likely - know how she spent her afternoons and evenings. "I didn't know your Mommy was so strict," Tara commented gently. "I'm sorry. My Momma's not exactly the nicest, either..."

"Really?" Staci asked. "And Kaitlyn is so mean to you at school... I-I had a feeling, if anyone would understand, it would be you."

Tara smiled, nodded, glad to see Staci start to look relieved. "I won't tell. I bet we have a bunch of other classmates who are in the same boat, though, honestly."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," she said, sounding a bit wistful. "Kaitlyn took care of that a long time ago. I'm surprised you didn't hear the rumor, even as new as you are."

"Seriously?" Tara shook her head. "She is such a brat!"

"She bullied me for a long time," Staci told her. "Until..." She shifted in place. 

"Until I came along?" Tara asked, Staci nodding in response. "Well, I'm glad she's leaving you alone now, anyway... And I'm sure, when another new kid shows up, she'll move on to them."

"Wow," Staci blinked. "You're so mature about this!"

"What else can I do? Momma won't be happy if I get into a fight with her, and she's not going to listen to reason, so..." She shrugged, then giggled as the action made her diaper crinkle. "I'm not sure 'mature' is the right word to describe me right now, though."

Staci started to laugh, too, reaching out to give Tara's diaper a poke, Tara blushing as it seemed to hit at just the right spot, whether that was on accident, or design. "Maybe not," Staci teased, as the tingles ran through Tara's body. "Me either..." She gave her own diaper a rub, shooting Tara a mischievous look. "I do know a way we could feel a little more mature..."

Before she could say anything, the door to her bedroom opened, the girls both turning to see Staci's Mommy poke her head in. "Everything all right, girls?" she asked. "Are you getting along?"

Staci wrapped her arms around Tara, and Tara, without thinking, popped her thumb into her mouth. "Yes, Mommy!" Staci answered for both of them."

"Good," her Mommy nodded. "Now, then, are you two ready for some snacks?"

The snacks were frosted animal crackers and ants on a log, and the only TV they were allowed to watch while they ate them was kids' shows, but it did feel like a sleepover, at least, in a way that many of the others Tara had been to in the past hadn't. They even broke out some board games to play, while they sat on the floor in their sleepers, gossiping about some of the other students in their class who they'd heard were on the verge of being demoted back to elementary school.

And, to Tara's surprise, Staci's Mommy didn't even make them go to bed early. "I'm going to turn the baby monitor off," she said, "but if I start to hear you two anyway, I'm coming in there and putting you both right to bed."

"Yes, Mommy," Staci chirped obediently. 

"Don't stay up too late," her Mommy warned. "You know I don't like dealing with cranky little girls first thing in the morning."

"We have to stay up a little late!" Staci pouted. "It's a sleepover!"

Her Mommy chuckled. "I know... Just don't take it too far, or you will have a bedtime next time, and you won't like it. Now, then, let's get you two changed before I head to bed."

She hadn't checked them to see if they needed one, but they also had neither bothered to get up from their activities to go to the bathroom, both being too excited to let themselves be interrupted, so it was hardly a surprise that they were both soggy. Mommy gave them both a kiss on the top of the head when she was done, leaving the side of Staci's crib, which was more than big enough for both of them, down so they could climb in when they got sleepy, and left, closing the door behind them.

"Okay," Staci said, her voice a bit quieter, and more devious, "what do we want to talk about now?"

Tara couldn't help giggling, remembering other sleepovers, from the past, that had felt just like this. "Well," she replied, leaning in a bit closer, "it's a sleepover, so I guess we should talk about who in school we have a crush on, right?"

That set both of them to laughing like little girls, but they also had plenty to say on the subject, gushing over the cute guys, and girls, in their class, speculating on whether they were kept in diapers at night, too, what their Mommies or Daddies were like... Sometimes, they had some insight, having been to sleepovers with them, though most of the time, they could only guess, getting more and more silly with their theories as the night went on...

And then, shyly, Tara confessed, "And I did always think that you were cute, too."

"Really?" Staci blinked, staring over at her. "Me?"

"Of course," Tara said, reaching over to give the other girl's diaper a tentative pat. "You're so pretty, and you seemed nice, and..."

Staci leaned over and gave her a kiss, pulling away bashfully. "S-Sorry, I should have... W-Was that okay?" Tara answered with a kiss of her own, the two of them dissolving into giggles again before going back to it, hands moving all over each other's bodies, and then to the zippers on their sleepers, unable to help themselves...

"All right, you two," Staci's Mommy scolded, her voice sending them scurrying away from one another, nervously tugging their sleepers back up over their shoulders. "That's enough naughtiness out of you for tonight... It's time for bed."

"Y-Yes, Mommy," Staci told her. "S-Sorry, Mommy..."

"Mm-hmm," the Amazon raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Can I trust you two to behave yourselves in the crib?"

"Yes, ma'am," Tara answered quickly. "We'll be good!"

"You'd better be," she was warned. "The baby monitor is going back on, and if I hear anything happening in here, you're both getting spanked."

They knew she wasn't joking, of course, but they also couldn't help themselves... And, as they discussed at lunch on Monday, the pink bottom Tara was sent home with was more than worth it.

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So, to be honest, things weren't all bad with her new life, really. Tara knew they could always be worse... And there were parts that were plenty of fun.

Of course, there were also parts that worried her. Her teeth had always been a little crooked, although not enough that she, or her parents, had ever done anything about them. 

Momma, on the other hand, had announced at the dinner table one night, "I've made you an appointment at the orthodontist."

Tara looked up, squirming in her seat, knowing what that meant, but not wanting to accept it. "Wh-What for?"

"I think it's well past time that you get braces," Momma said calmly, as if it were something perfectly normal.

"Momma, no!" Tara gasped, eyes widening. They were going to make her look even more like a little kid, like a nerd! Kaitlyn was not going to let her live that down! "I don't need them!"

"Excuse me, young lady?" Momma raised an eyebrow, making Tara squirm down in her seat, blushing as she felt a wet spot in her Pull-Ups at the tone that was being used on her, letting her know better than to push this any further. "I know what's best for you... And this is it."

Tara had wanted to argue, of course, but she was too scared to risk a spanking, especially after she'd realized she'd had an accident. She was glad she didn't, too, when Momma checked her after supper, lifting her skirt without a word and giving her Pull-Ups a squeeze. "Just as I thought," Momma sniffed. "This is happening more and more, Tara... Maybe I ought to get you some nice, thick, cloth trainers to wear to make you more aware of your little accidents."

"B-But Momma...!" Tara whined. Those would be even harder to hide under her clothes at school... And they were just a step away from full-on diapers, like she had to wear at night, all the time. Momma was right, though... She had been having accidents more often, both during the day, and at night, sometimes waking up to a wetter diaper than she recalled making the previous evening... Or finding herself soggy on a night when she thought she'd decided she ought to stay dry.

"No buts, young lady," Momma scolded. "I think somebody has forgotten who's in charge here."

"No, I haven't!" Tara promised, but that didn't stop Momma from carrying her into her bedroom, stripping her out of her school clothes and Pull-Up, dressing her in one of her diapers, a pink t-shirt that came nowhere close to reaching the waistband of her diaper, some sneakers, to emphasize that this was, in fact, her entire outfit, no pants required, and a pacifier.

She had threatened to buy her one in the past, after catching her sucking her thumb, but Tara hadn't realized she'd actually done it. She blushed, at first, but it really wasn't all that bad... It was kind of soothing, in fact. Even better than when her charges convinced her to let them see her using theirs, since it was sized for her, and all hers...

It wasn't what she'd planned for, obviously, and she never would have guessed it, but... Despite the occasional embarrassing moment, like this, or dealing with Kaitlyn, she really was much happier here, being a freshman in high school again, than she ever had been at the office. Even at its worst, it was easier, and less stressful, than that had been, and she had some friends to help her through. She'd made it through everything so far, and she'd make it through dealing with braces, too; she didn't have a choice in the matter, so she would have to.

And if Momma ever decided she was too mature for even this... If she declared that Tara's current outfit ought to be the sort of thing she wore all the time, not just to teach her a lesson, and that she should go to daycare rather than high school, and be the one getting babysat - Tara shivered, imagining Kaitlyn being called in to do the deed - rather than babysitting... Well, she knew she wouldn't have a choice in that, either, but did it really make a difference? Momma had been right so far.... So maybe she'd be right about that, too.