Childish - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

"You're still not finished?" Violet scoffed. "What, are you intentionally taking forever because you think it's going to convince me to let you stay up past your bedtime?"

"N-No," Trevor shook his head, looking up from his spot, seated on the floor, where she'd made him sit to work on her homework, telling him he wasn't allowed to sit on the sofa in his soggy Pull-Ups. "I-I'm doing my best, but..."

He paused, face turning red as he accidentally caught a glimpse up her skirt, to the skimpy panties underneath. As quickly as he could, he lowered his eyes, trying to act as if he hadn't noticed, like nothing was different.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, crossing her arms. 

Trevor gulped, sure he'd been busted, though, since she hadn't said it specifically, holding onto what tiny shred of hope he could find that maybe he was wrong. "N-Nothing?" 

"I thought your Mommy told you that you aren't to tell fibs," Violet clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Naughty boy. But I can't be too mad, can I? You're just jealous." She swung her hips, letting her skirt swish around them, giving him a few more brief flashes. "When was the last time you got to wear underwear that wasn't covered in plastic?"

He didn't answer, didn't have the answer, exactly, and didn't want to think hard enough about it to figure it out. 'Too long' was all he could say for certain.

She snickered, bending over to examine his work. "Hmm... Well, you got through the worst of it, I guess... You might as well come have supper before it gets cold."

He was a little surprised to hear she'd been cooking for him. It was a part of her job as a babysitter, sure, yet he'd assumed she'd been off chatting on her phone or something. "All right," he agreed, starting to stand.

"What do you think you're doing?" she sniffed. He sighed, rolled his eyes, and got onto his hands and knees instead, crawling into the dining room, then pulling himself up onto his chair, in front of which he found a plate of macaroni and cheese, some cut up hot dogs, and broccoli florets... And no utensils.

"May I go get myself a fork?" he asked, as politely as he could manage, having had to stop himself already from just getting up and doing it automatically.

"A fork?" Violet pretended to be shocked. "That's far too dangerous for you! I'd hate to see you stab yourself accidentally while you're eating!"

He bit his tongue, swallowing his assurances that he'd be fine. "A spoon, then?"

She didn't have an argument against that, though she didn't let that stop her. "No," she said simply. "I don't think so."

"Oh, come on!" Trevor exploded. "You can't expect...!"

"Are you throwing a tantrum?" she asked pointedly, raising an eyebrow. "Because, if you are..."

"No, ma'am," he grumbled, looking back at his plate. Reluctantly, he reached down to pick up a piece of broccoli, running it through some stray cheese sauce before popping it into his mouth. 

"See?" she smirked. "No need to take the risk of potentially dangerous silverware when it's that easy to use your hands!"

That was, he had to admit... The hot dogs wouldn't be bad, either, sliced up into small pieces the way they were. The macaroni, however, was bound to be a different story. How was he going to eat that without making a mess?! The answer was, of course, that he couldn't, that he wasn't meant to. He'd hoped he would be able to get by with only his fingers getting soiled, but it wasn't long before he'd dripped cheese down his chin, down his arm, across his shortalls, onto the table in front of him...

"Honestly," Violet sighed, as if this wasn't her fault. "I guess I might as well put you into your pajamas now, since you need a change of clothes, and there's no point giving you the chance to dirty up a whole other outfit!"

"Sure," he agreed without thinking. "Whatever." He didn't particularly want Violet to look through his closet anyway, see how juvenile his wardrobe had become... Unfortunately, changing into his pajamas did mean one other thing that didn't immediately occur to him.

"W-Wait, what are you doing with that?!" he whined, seeing her start to unfold one of his nighttime diapers, after she'd led him to his room, stopping by the living room to grab her bag on the way.

"You're going into your PJs," she reminded him condescendingly. "And these are part of your PJs, aren't they?"

"Only when I'm about to go to bed!" he insisted. "It isn't bedtime yet!"

"It will be if you keep that attitude up," she warned. "Don't you think it would be silly to put you in these, and then have to take your pants back off to diaper you up later? That would be such a waste of time!"

Trevor pouted, not least of all because he knew she had a point. "But..."

One tug at the crotch of his shortalls, and the snaps all came undone, reveling the training pants underneath, in their shameful state. "Besides, look at this!" she scolded. "You're practically leaking! I am putting you in diapers, and that's final!"

How mortifying... He was about to get diapered by this tiny little highschooler, his babysitter, and not only was there nothing he could do about it, he also couldn't exactly deny that she was right, that he deserved it. "Okay," he mumbled, staring down at his feet while she fussed with his clothes, pulling them off, leaving him naked, hands bashfully covering his crotch.

"Oh, please," she giggled. "I've babysat plenty of little boys before... And I have a boyfriend. It's nothing I haven't seen." 

That didn't make him feel much better as she guided him to lie down on the thick, crinkly diaper, or as she pushed his hands aside and sprinkled him with baby powder. It was a particularly small comfort when she let out another burst of laughter as she pulled the front of the diaper up between his legs, watching his nose wrinkle in embarrassment while the padding was nestled snugly around him, and taped tight into place.

"And your pajamas fit over this?" Violet asked incredulously, giving the diaper a pat. "That's going to be so cute!"

She certainly seemed to think so, squealing in delight after sliding his PJ shorts up his legs, seeing the diaper bulging beneath them, sliding down every time she tugged them up, refusing not to let a hint of the waistband show from under the hem of the top she'd buttoned him into first. "You are just the most precious little bedwetter!" she declared, snapping a few pictures with her phone as he tried in vain to hide his almost comically obvious diaper. "I can't wait to show all my friends!"

"No, you can't!" he whimpered.

"If you want to come stop me, feel free," she teased. "Of course, I'd have to make sure you were in diapers, so you didn't leak and make the custodians' jobs even harder than they already are. Otherwise... You're going to be the talk of my lunch table tomorrow!"

"No!" he stomped his foot, pouting.

"Keep it up," she encouraged. "This is great... I think I'll caption that one, 'When I tell my babysitting charge to try to use the potty before bed.'"

"Miss Violet!" he fumed.

"All right, all right," she put her phone away. "Now, let's see... We still have to deal with the matter of your punishment."

Trevor frowned. "But... I did your homework..."

"You did," she nodded. "Mostly. I never actually said that was your punishment, though, did I? Just that I wanted you to do it."

"That's not fair!" he gasped, hardly able to believe he'd fallen for that, that he'd let himself be talked into that, only to discover it didn't count, that there was something more coming.

"Aww," she put on an exaggerated pout, mocking him. "It isn't? Well, that's too bad, isn't it? Now, as much fun as spanking you would be, I bet you probably wouldn't even be able to feel it."

It was his turn to laugh, at last. She was right... As small as she was, compared to him, and as big as his diapers were, she had no chance of her spanks being painful to him, since she'd insisted on getting him padded up as early as possible. It would have been smarter, he recognized a moment later, to shut up, to let her think she could hurt him, to effectively get himself out of being disciplined, but it was too satisfying, rubbing it in her face how she'd messed up, how she wasn't as clever as she'd thought. Should he really be proud of outsmarting someone so much younger than him? Especially when he'd done nothing to contribute? Probably not; he had to take what he could get at this point, however.

"I guess it's a good thing I brought these," she said after a few seconds of allowing him to gloat, reaching into her bag to produce a small canister of suppositories. 

Trevor's attitude instantly changed. "Miss Violet, no!" his eyes widened.

"Trevor, yes," she parroted him playfully. "And now that I have you in your diapers, there's no real point letting you out of them to use the bathroom..."

"B-But, Miss Violet..." he squirmed, staring down at the floor, cheeks blazing red. "I-I don't do that, not in my diapers... I-If my Mommy finds out I... Sh-She might take away my Pull-Ups!"

"Then I guess it's about time you started," Violet smirked. "Turn around and lean over your bed. Now!"

This couldn't be happening! He was bigger than her, stronger, older... She shouldn't be able to tell him to do anything! And yet, somehow, he was completely at her mercy, praying silently that she was playing, that she wasn't going to follow through, even as he felt her sliding the back of his diaper down, heard her unscrew the lid of the suppositories, right up until the first one was pushed inside of him, earning a squeak and a wiggle, positive he could feel it slithering its way deeper and deeper...

It was followed by a second, and a third, before Violet was satisfied, pulling his diaper back up, and the PJ shorts over it, giving them a pat. "That's better," she declared. "Now, since you're all ready for bed... We might as well get you all tucked in!"

Trevor's eyes darted to the window, where the sun was still hovering over the horizon. "It's so early!" he whined.

"But you're in your PJs," she reminded him, as if she hadn't been the one to put him into them, to insist it was time for them. "So what else are you going to do? Come on, we'll get your teeth brushed, and then I'll tuck you in!"

There was no changing her mind as he waddled to the bathroom, his stomach already churning, making him glance enviously at the toilet, inches away as he brushed his teeth, Violet overseeing the whole thing from the doorway, keeping him from trying anything. 

"I do not want to hear another word from you tonight," Violet warned as she tucked him in, pulling his covers taut over his rumbling tummy. "Not for anything, understand?"

He did, all too well. There was nothing he could do now, while he laid there and watched her turn off his lights and walk away, leaving him all alone. Unless she changed her mind out of the blue, he was going to mess his diaper for the first time, right here and right now.

He waited as long as he could to see if she would, if this was a cruel joke, before the cramps got to be too much. He wiggled and groaned, and, to relieve the pressure, gave a little push, not even completely sure if that would be enough, but beyond caring one way or the other... Until he felt the soft, warm mush begin to invade his pants. "Oh, no," he whispered to himself, dizzy with humiliation as he heard his diaper rustling as it expanded around him, swelling quickly. There would be no hiding this, no pretending it was just a tiny accident... He was full-on filling his diaper... And it was all that little brat Violet's fault.

Of course, that wasn't how Violet told it, when Naomi and Emilia got home, after what felt like an eternity of tossing and turning in his messy pants. It didn't help that, at the sight of Naomi, the hypnosis began to kick in again, turning him into a mortified little boy, caught in a dirty diaper.

"I put him to bed early for being naughty," Violet said innocently. "I even asked him if he needed to use the potty before I put him in his diaper, and he told me no! I swear, if I'd known about this, I would have changed him, I just..."

"No, no," Mommy shook her head. "No need to apologize. I don't think any of us expected him to do... that."

"I'm not surprised," Emilia folded her arms across her chest. "I'd say it was inevitable... I'm sorry it had to happen on your watch, though, Violet, without any warning from us. We'll be happy to raise your rate in the future to make up for potentially having to deal with poopy diapers... If you still want to come back, obviously."

"Oh, anytime," Violet grinned.

"And as for you," Mommy turned to Trevor, cowering in his bed, "we are going to have a long talk about your potty training tomorrow morning, and decide what you should be wearing. For tonight, after you say goodnight to your sitter, I'm going to get you cleaned up... And then you're going over my lap for a nice, long spanking for not behaving for her."

Violet gave him a big hug, whispering into his ear, "I bet you'll feel it when she does it," before stepping back and giving him a wave. "Night-night, Trevor!" she winked. "I can't wait to sit for you next time! Have a good night!" She practically skipped away, leaving Trevor all alone in his stinky diaper to face the consequences of what his babysitter had done to him.